When the surrounding assassins saw that their companions had been subdued, four of them released their invisibility, drew out their rapiers or daggers, and approached Werther.
Werther looked at them: "I have always been a very reasonable person. You failed to assassinate me, and I can beat you, so I ask again, who hired you to assassinate me?"
Werther's answer was three darts thrown over and a small smoking bottle.
Werther grabbed the assassin's feet on the ground with both hands and swung them in the air, letting his body catch the darts, and the liquid in the small bottle spilled on him.
"Bah~~Bah~~" The liquid in the bottle was corrosive and quickly dissolved the burqa on his upper body. Green smoke emitted from the muscles of his chest and slowly turned into thick water, but the assassin managed not to make a sound. "Have some backbone!"
Werther lifted his feet, put his head on the ground, and stepped hard on his neck, ending his pain.
He raised the dark sisters burning with flames and said to the four assassins:
"Let me teach you what real assassination is!"
The four assassins who had appeared and the three hidden ones all stood alert when they heard what Werther said. They knew that their skills were all those of Werther, and they were even more advanced.
Several people thought that Werther would stab them with a sword at an extremely fast speed, or assassinate them invisibly, but suddenly they found that their companions all around them had turned into Werther's appearance, and they felt extremely angry, so they picked up weapons and started fighting.
All the assassins in the hall began to attack each other, using their own methods: swordsmanship, poison, darts, and stealth to greet Werther.
But these were all illusions cast by magic. Before Werther even raised his sword, he released the riot spell on them with his other hand, which not only made them fall into the illusion, but also stimulated their anger to attack each other. p>
The real Werther had actually been standing under the statue without moving, flipping through the book recording the assassination target.
After flipping through a few pages, Werther also lost interest.
"The targets in the book are all either rich or noble, but there is no record of who paid to hire them."
The assassins have begun to die, and there are only five people left fighting.
Werther walked to the wall. There were just hundreds of human face masks here, including men's, women's, children's and old people's faces. He picked up a human face mask at random.
"Human leather products, the peeling skills are good and the processing is excellent."
After exploring around the hall, there was nothing else except the masks stored on the wall and the two books under the statues.
Werther walked back under the statue, used ice to congeal a chair and sat down. He stopped wearing the flame cloak and leaned the Dark Sisters against the edge of the chair. There were still three Assassins fighting, and they were all injured and bleeding. Werther withdrew.
Lost the magic power of Riot.
The three assassins discovered that the enemy they were fighting suddenly turned into their companions. They turned around and saw Werther sitting on an ice chair. They didn't know it was Werther's fault.
The two men raised their rapiers and rushed towards Werther, but before they could run a few steps, they were pierced by the ice spear formed by Werther and fell down helplessly.
The ice gradually froze their bodies from the wounds, and slashing with the sword could only cut off a little bit of ice shards on the spears. The two of them gradually became unable to move, and could only look at the last assassin who had not had time to attack, with a flash of light on his neck.
With the white magic light, the whole person was lifted into the air and slowly flew in front of Werther.
"Let me ask you one last time, who hired you to kill me?"
The assassins still didn't say anything.
Just as Werther was about to end the lives of the three of them, he discovered that the assassin, who had been lifted into the air by magic, had two rings on his left and right hands.
Picked up the Dark Sister and chopped off the assassin's finger. She took the rings in her hands and carefully examined them. There were two white steel rings and one silver ring. They were not inlaid with any gems. They were junk. Werther threw them away directly.
The last ring, smoky black with cloud-like lines, is made of Valyrian steel, and there is no magic fluctuation on it.
Witte stood up, and his magic carried the assassin to a spacious place next to the statue, and an ice pick condensed from the ground.
"Ah~" Finally an assassin shouted, and Werther nailed him on his back from the waist to the ice pick. Their will was slowly being destroyed.
The ice pick is not as cold as the ice gun, and the assassin's blood flows along the ice pick to the ground. Werther uses his blood to draw a magic circle near the ice pick.
The formation on the enchantment table can be made of Valyrian steel, which is strong and durable. But Witte saw blood magic from the wizard of Myr and was inspired: if the magic power is not enough, he can use blood to make up the magic. Although it is not possible to draw a magic formation with blood
It will be used for a long time, but there should be no problem after using it once.
The magic circle has been drawn. Werther placed the Valyrian steel ring on the tip of the ice pick and began to infuse the magic circle with magic power.
This time is just an attempt. Witte is going to enchant the ring to reduce the magic power released by the destruction system. It doesn't matter if it fails. There are two assassins nearby as backup.
The assassin on the ice pick opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out. The light of the soul shone from his mouth and eyes, and slowly began to leave his head and converge on the ring.
The blood in the magic circle on the ground had begun to bubble and bubble like boiling water. Suddenly a burst of smoke erupted, and the blood magic circle completely evaporated and expired.
Witte took off the ring to investigate and reduced the destruction system consumption by 10%. "It seems that we still need an enchantment table. Blood magic is a crooked way and is of no use except for emergencies."
Regardless of which finger has what meaning, this ring was taken from the assassin and is only big enough to be worn on the index finger.
Werther put the ring on the index finger of his right hand, raised his right hand and condensed a fireball. The flow of magic power changed, but the power of magic did not change. The magic power used in his body was only equivalent to 90% of the previous one, leaving 100%.
Ten-tenths of it is extracted directly from the air of this world.
There was only one Valyrian steel ring, and the remaining two assassins did not name their employer, so the fireball in Werther's hand naturally fell on one of them.
The magic flame will continue to burn as long as the magic power released is not exhausted. The assassin rolled on the ground in pain and stopped moving within a few seconds.
When another assassin saw Werther start to silence him, he endured severe pain and rolled over into the ditch nearby, pressed the hidden mechanism, and dived into a hole.
Before I swam very far, I saw that the water behind me started to freeze quickly. I had no choice but to swim with all my strength. Finally, I swam out of the secret passage, quickly climbed onto a small boat parked here, and rowed slowly with my remaining strength.
, I want to stay away from this place as soon as possible.
"Treat the wounds first. As long as Werther is on the continent of Essos, I will flee to Westeros. I will come back when he returns to Westeros."
With a crash, a man fell onto the boat, squatting in front of the assassin, holding the Dark Sister across his neck.