Even if it is just a big-way product like the Fireball Wand, the damage caused is quite amazing.
There are two inferences derived from this.
First, the place to attack should not be in Illyria, at least not in the inner city... Although the imperial capital nowadays no longer has the Tower of Heavenly Ting with the greatest protection significance, the accumulation of thousands of years is not equal, not some knights
Carrying a few magic props and scrolls can do whatever you want.
Second, the purpose of the attack should not be to kill people, or to kill specific people... Otherwise, if so many people are not needed, the effect of bribing the killer will definitely be much better.
There is too little information that can be obtained at present, so except for these two inferences that may not be accurate, Edward can't come up with anything. Moreover, it seems that it has nothing to do with him, but he has inexplicably developed a lot about this matter.
Interest-Although there is not much here that can interest him, a vague premonition felt by the supernatural powers made him wait like this.
This kind of spiritual premonition is more accurate than some plans. Moreover, Edward's purpose for this trip was a bit uncertain. He disrupted the overall situation from some unrelated things and took advantage of the chaos to make things happen. This is Edward
I like to act.
The waiting process is actually a bit boring. Most of the knights are training. Inference is quickly verified. There will be slight explosions in the underground space from time to time, or other special sounds will vibrate the ground, and the magic fluctuations will be disordered.
Not too intense, the magic that can be inspired is not very powerful, but if it is just training, it is enough.
The power that can be determined is around the second ring, and it is probably not difficult to drive the third ring spell. Even if each person takes a few scrolls, these people can theoretically play a higher performance than a simple knight and a mage.
The combat effectiveness is just that this hasty training must not be coordinated. How much can be performed in actual combat remains to be tested.
Moreover, it seems that their plan does not look very smooth.
Until the dusk of the next day, there were only about forty or fifty people gathered on foot in carriages or dressing up. Although the older knights did not talk about this, they became more and more wrinkled.
Judging from his eyebrows, it was obvious that this number was quite unsatisfactory. Moreover, in terms of quality, most of these latecomers were not as good as the dozen people who originally gathered here - Edward did not specifically identify it, but the strength of his mental power was for him.
It was as clear as a label on everyone, and the fragile defense was still pierced even with the spiritual tentacles of his clone.
They still don't know much, but the vague concept about going somewhere has become clearer and clearer, but the purpose is divided into two categories: "save people" and "attack". But no matter which category, there are
Quite confident, because they were all sent here by their respective superiors 'secretly'.
It seems that the person who organized the operation seemed to be a guy with a big background?
Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, the moon had risen to the middle of the sky.
On late summer nights, there is no wind, a thin layer of clouds spread in the sky, and the light of the crescent moon passes through the small windows of the farmhouse, covering everything in the subtle silver.
A knight who lived in the same room with Edward moved and staggered up.
He mumbled in a low voice like a man who was up at night, slowly getting out of bed, but there was no sleepiness in his eyes. He carefully observed the two sleeping people until he made sure that their breathing was stable.
Leaving the room...wrapped two straw ropes on the long boots and tied them up. He quietly and carefully avoided the secret whistle in the farm, and soon turned to behind a small mountain bag outside the farm. Then he took it out there
A small sapphire was stroked twice.
After a moment, four vague figures appeared from the varied shrubs on the other side.
They wore gray-blue cloaks, which were as difficult as shadows in the slightly dark night. Only after leaving the shelter, the hazy moonlight outlined their figures of different heights, fatness and thinness, but their movements were the same
It is light, swift, and silent.
"You... have only four people?"
"What? Are there not enough four people?" The Knight's lowered voice, with some unpleasant doubts, made a cloaked guest respond unhappily. In the shadow of the hood, the cold eyes made the Knight's voice stagnate, some kind of
The coldness on his spine made him feel as if he was stared at by a poisonous snake.
"Tell me, what's going on." Another man said. It was an extremely raspberry and harsh voice, like rubbing two rusty iron bars, but he was obviously the leader of these people because he was
When everyone spoke, they were silent.
"This place is very big, there are six secret whistles, and a lot of people have gathered in the past few days, and important figures are digging out the tunnels." The young knight calmed down and whispered: "There are at least three exits."
, I don't know where to go, but at this time, they should have fallen asleep. Ordinary guys are not very dangerous, but the leader, I can be sure that they have at least fireball wands and hundreds of scrolls.
Some of them are fireball techniques, as well as scrolls of lightning and ice-like spells. Those in the farm are not difficult to solve. As long as the secret whistle is abandoned, they may not wake up even if someone enters, but the entrance to the underground passage is...
Opposite the room of a stronger female knight, there was a magic alarm there, and that person was not ordinary."
The young knight made a brief statement and hesitated here:
"She has a weapon with a return, and it may have magic that defeats the enemy first, and it will be hit every time. In addition, there may be several rings and bracelets, which are all attached with different buff spells. In addition,
In the past two days, my teacher has taught many knights the method of using magic props, especially those underground. Most of the scrolls of their custodians may have any effect in that narrow place.
There are about twenty people…”
"We only have four people, and they have more than twenty, so what? Are you scared?"
The first person who spoke sneered, and the voice of the sinister test made the young knight stunned again, and raised his voice angrily: "Of course I am...well, I just think we should be more cautious, these knights are not worth worrying about.
, But my teacher and Miss Tashita, if they are alarmed, things may become a little troublesome."
"Boy, warn you, don't guide us on what to do...you're not worthy."
The knight suddenly shuddered, because the tall and thin man in front of him had disappeared at some point, only the secret sound came from his ears, and the cold breath blew over his ears, as if it could penetrate the bone marrow.
: "I'm just a guy who can use magic weapons. Do you really think magic weapons can be considered an amazing thing?"
"I...no, it's because her identity is a bit troublesome."
The cold aura was not like a living person. The knight swallowed, stiff, and did not dare to move. He just hurriedly argued: "She is the illegitimate daughter of the Duke, and she is particularly favored.
, so I don't know how many magic weapons she has around, and if something happens to her, the Duke may not give up."
"Just an illegitimate daughter. A duke would not make a big fuss because of such a thing." The tall man sneered.
"but……"
"You think we're afraid of a duke's illegitimate daughter?"
"This...is...no, no, I..."
The young knight was almost crying - indeed, he didn't know whether the Duke would have a conflict with the people in front of him because of this, but if these big men suffered a loss, they would definitely create a batch of scapegoats to vent their anger in the future.
He, the whistleblower who has led to everything, is naturally the first to be the first to be promoted and rich, but if he offended a duke, who will care about his whistleblower who has lost his value in use?
?Maybe before you even have the bounty, you will die inexplicably!
"Okay, OK, you guys don't bully this promising little guy. He needs to lead us next." The hoarse voice said in a deep voice: "We know, we will give priority to these two people to deal with before."
Yes, the duke's illegitimate daughter, if it goes well, we will stay for you, but your teacher will not be able to do it, don't you have any objection?"
“Yes…yes.”
The young knight's pale face soon turned bloody of excitement-he had coveted the baron's lady for not a day or two, but among the two who could approach her, he was relatively old and not handsome enough.
Obviously, it cannot be compared with another person from his classmate, not to mention that even that person may not have any chance. The daughter of a duke, even if she is just an illegitimate daughter, is often a very important political bargaining chip, which is not like him.
The little knight can hope for.
But now the situation is completely different.
As the whistleblower, whether this baron lady is a member of the 'traitor' has become something he can control slightly. It is not possible to use this as a bargaining chip to get some favors from that duke again.
If it goes well, a love affair is not just a dream.
No, that's actually unrealistic... It's more appropriate for humanity. After all, the baron's personality cannot tolerate his betrayal... However, as long as he can get enough rewards, he wants
A good woman should not be a problem, right? They must not be too stingy when they defeated a conspiracy against those big men, and those big men in charge of the imperial chess game, even if they just flow out from their fingers.
A little bit of fine residue is enough for him, an incomparable little knight, to enjoy his whole life.
"Dear teacher, close comrades-in-arms, and admired women... Tsk tsk, sure enough, can the thing of emotion never compare to the kind reward you can get?"
The sarcastic tone was like a steel fork, which overturned the deepest darkness in my heart under the sun, exposing it to the sun and evaporated it to dry... The young knight's face turned pale in an instant, but his throat rolled, but he didn't dare to speak.
He knew that the people in front of him had special identities. If they really offended them, they would also have their own lives. After destroying everyone, it would not be impossible to give him a knife, just a word of lightness
The 'rebels are accomplices', no one will pursue the reason for their murder, and this will reduce the number of people who share their merits. They probably won't refuse.
But he immediately realized something was wrong.
That low, sarcastic voice was somewhat familiar, but it was not made by anyone in front of him!
"you……"
He turned his head suddenly and noticed the figure who was approaching leisurely under the moonlight—Edward slowly paced, his eyes rising, as if all his attention was on the crescent moon in the sky, until he approached
When I reached ten feet, I finally fell down my gaze. The smile on my face made the Knight bit his teeth.
He was actually followed!
However, he then relaxed a little more - in his vision, the farm was still immersed in a sleepy silence, with no noise and no lights... In other words, although the guy in front of him discovered his whereabouts,
But it did not spread it, but just followed him. Although he saw something he shouldn't have seen, as long as he killed him before he alarmed others, it would have no effect!
Killing someone silently may not be your strength, but these people standing behind you must be extremely good at it.
It was just a turning body, which obviously made him not notice the performance of the four "cloaked guests".
The four of them bent down together and slowly retreated with the gentlest speed - they were not those stupid knights with only brute force. Once the blood surged, they would not think about anything, let alone observe carefully.
——Around the farm is an empty wilderness, and for experienced killers, the hazy night is not a problem, a pair of eyes of night vision are the basis of the killer... Each of them is not only looking at things in the dark,
If necessary, they could not even blink for a few hourglass, but even so, none of them seemed to notice how the speaker appeared in their field of vision!
The four people's eyes moved slightly, and they had exchanged several meanings in an instant, but their companions' reactions made them even more shocked, because obviously, everyone was not aware of that person's arrival.
What kind of person can hide the perceptions of four experienced killers?
"This friend, we are in the business of hunting dogs." The hoarse 'cloaker' spoke slowly, and the eyes in the shadow of the hood swept across the person's neck, chest, abdomen, and backs of hands--these positions
The above are usually dots used by wanderers to mark their identity. Whether it is a tattoo or a badge, according to general rules, there must be some special markings.
However, the person in front of him seemed to have nothing, and his casual posture even had nothing to do with the "wanderer".
However, the gaze under the hood had become extremely sharp in an instant. No muscle in his body dared to relax at all. There was silence around him, but he seemed to hear his heart beating rapidly, bang bang bang bang bang bang
.
As a passerby in the shadow, he has his own special evaluation criteria for many things - especially for people, such a "prey" that he must hunt may also become a "hunter" at any time.
What are "spirit", "concentration" or "bloody and terrible murderous aura" are actually nonsense. Whether it is wisdom or stupidity, calmness or excitement, or how many people have been killed, it does not determine whether a person is
It is the nature of a hunter, or prey;
Even if they have mastered the power, they are not - those spellcasters who claim to be superb power are actually not much harder to kill than a farmer. Once there is a problem with the power they are proud of, their reaction can even be even more stupid.
But the person in front of me is very scary.
Even though he had no blade in his hand and no weapons on his body, the killer's intuition told him in an instant that even with his fingers, this guy could pinch him to death, as easy as crushing an ant to death.
"Hunter...it's really nostalgic." Edward bent his mouth gently.
'Hunter' is abbreviation between mercenaries, used to describe the so-called secret killers employed by the nobles, etc., just like 'Cape Bear' is used to describe explorers, 'Grooves' is used to represent intelligence dealers...
But Edward hasn't heard this title for a long time since he left Bai Poplar Town.
"Well, since you are 'hounds', I guess you won't know what you've been entrusted with." He said: "But I want to know."
The common rules of hunting dogs are naturally entrusted to be loyal to others. If they fail, they are life. Unless they are captured alive and cannot commit suicide, they may be revealed. Since this person says so
Of course, he has full confidence that he can defeat the four people in front of him, capture them alive and then question them.
Isn't this arrogance a bit ridiculous?
The four killers obviously couldn't laugh.
In an instant, they had begun to move, surrounding the crazy guy who dared to be one-on-four in four directions. They had obviously been partnering for a long time, and they were quite seamless when they cooperated.
The leader with a hoarse voice was naturally the first to attack. He raised his hand and threw a handful of yarn. However, under the moonlight, the sand still flashed with a green luster, and a stimulating smell rushed straight into his nose!
Come, almost blocking all the way forward, and with the help of this cover, a short guy had pulled out an extremely long knife from his sleeve, and swept across the thousands of troops and broke into the air! r1152