The hooded cloak that was deeply covered by the brows covered most of the face, and the somewhat blurred chin outline in the morning light outlined the corner of the mask-like expressionless face. This guy who almost buried his whole body in the black cloak seemed to be similar to this guy.
There is a certain incompatible atmosphere barrier in this forest. Whether it is clothing or temperament, the incompatibility between the morning forest scenery full of fresh sunshine and air and the guys who only work in the dark at night is extremely glaring.
However, compared with the tasks on our shoulders, this strongly different atmosphere adaptation problem is nothing more than a trivial matter that can be brushed aside and ignored.
When he thought of that mission... the hand under the black cloak immediately pressed his abdomen subconsciously. The heaviness accumulating in his stomach made him feel like an overworked old man who was about to go home and wait to die.
——[Eradicate the target at all costs, and eliminate all characters in contact with the target.][
The employer's brain was almost driven crazy by the gold that was still buried in the ground. They are first-class killers, yes, but they are by no means legends with 100% mission completion rate! And I don't know how to use it.
What method can kill an entire team of killers in one second and cause them to clash again? Even a three-year-old child knows the outcome.
Total annihilation - there is only total annihilation, except total annihilation or total annihilation.
No one would believe that these dozen mentally and physically exhausted and demoralized killers and assassins could bring down a powerful and unknown opponent with one desperate blow. Even the first few waves of companions who had already entered the belly of the scavenging beast.
Resurrecting and joining the battle group cannot accomplish such a difficult task, and will only make them lie down again.
If he had the opportunity to sing this defeatist argument in front of his employer, God be damned, if his eloquence is good enough or the employer's mind suddenly changes, maybe there will be some albums, but now...
Vulgar words and slang, the neighing of war horses, the collision of metals... It seemed as if all the noises in the world were collected from every corner and then mixed and stirred to create a noise that continued to swell behind the black cloak.
"Boss, the knights have finally gotten up."
What penetrated the ears slightly slower than the noise was the deputy's contemptuous sneer. The strong bulging muscles on his body were dotted with scars of different lengths and depths, and his unshaven beard looked like a bush. He looked more like a bandit than an assassin.
The man seemed to be in a bad mood, and it seemed that spitting at those [companions] or shushing them with a loud whistle would be more in line with his thoughts and behavior at the moment.
A joint investigation and search team composed of the cavalry led by Count Argentortum and the Church Knights - a reinforcement force of 500 cavalry in total, successfully merged with the killers just last night.
——[There is no obstacle that they cannot crush.]
The last sentence of the count's order is so firm. Not only can we get a glimpse of the count's confidence in these warriors, but the ferocious smile that implies a fatal threat can also be glimpsed in the black cloak.
500 cavalry is indeed a force that cannot be underestimated. It lacks fortresses and terrains such as mountains and forests that can be used to rely on. It is absolutely a nightmare for a target with an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers to encounter this force in an unprotected plain area.
The destructive power of high-speed impact can indeed be what the literal meaning means - [crushing the enemy].
However, there is still a lack of consideration.
After receiving secret orders from their respective masters, this mixed force adopted a rapid march in order to reach the designated location in time to intercept the target. The knights accumulated considerable fatigue and resentment due to the overnight attack. On the way, those accumulated over the years accumulated
Under the efforts of the two commanders, the friction and contradiction only continued to flash like sparks in the dark night in the form of insults, and did not develop into a bloody mutiny. However, if these knights did not take a timely rest last night,
But they are still on their way. Whether the two commanders can continue to maintain this [harmonious] atmosphere... only the almighty Mafa probably knows. In any case, the morale of the reinforcements who rushed to the edge of the forest to stand by has already dropped.
Considerable losses were incurred, making it difficult to attack the target in a completely safe state.
Letting killers like them cooperate with knights in fighting is also a big problem. Even though the work contents are the same, there are huge differences in the methods of action.
The difference between the openness and concealment of action modes is not only reflected in the brightness of clothing, but also in tactics, equipment, behavior and thoughts. Let knights who like head-on confrontation and conventional combat and
The killers who blended in with the crowd, waving daggers and playing with poison in the dark, cooperated with each other to coordinate operations - even if the wise men from the entire Kingdom of Charlemagne were summoned, it would have taken several years of time and energy to complete the preliminary stage of this great undertaking.
In reality, no one has made such an attempt. It is estimated that no one is willing to try to bring together these two groups of people who are as resistant to each other as oil and water, and are full of insults and contempt for each other. The best way is to stay away from this explosive group.
The right choice.
The above is a portrayal of our own side's current situation - a group of people who gather together simply to overwhelm and crush their goals with numerical superiority, and who have their own positions and plans is this kind of virtue.
What is the current situation of the target?
Shaking off the heavy pressure of wanting to sigh, I closed my eyelids on my unfocused turbid white left eye under the brim of my hat. A completely different scenery appeared in my mind, including a forest scene overlooking from a high altitude.[
——The power gained from disobeying Mafa's faith is helping this man spy on his opponent's movements.
The practice of modifying the body to gain powers beyond ordinary people is also rare among killers. Except for the teachings preached by the Holy Church of Marfa, which prohibit believers from committing suicide and mutilating the body given by the Mother Goddess, modification surgery ranks high.
The high failure rate and even death rate are also the main reasons that discourage those who crave power and carefully calculate the cost.
The man in the black cloak accepted this suspicious physical transformation entirely out of voluntariness and work needs. By paying the [price] for his left eye, everything the familiar Goshawk sees will be transmitted into the brain and drawn into images. With this [
With the extensive forward search and detection capabilities of "Egleeye", he successfully directed the killers to avoid traps and sentries, and successfully sent the dagger into the heart of the prey time and time again, almost never missing.
Eagle Eye's sight at this moment was not as vast as the entire forest. A bumpy carriage on the forest path occupied the entire field of vision.
Of course, it is impossible for anyone to repair roads in such an inaccessible place. The only small road is just a dirt road opened by animals stepping on people. The old carriage that looks a bit old can kill people alive in this kind of inaccessible place.
It always maintained a certain speed and did not fall apart under the bumpy road conditions. One can't help but admire the driver's superb skills and the stubbornness of the old horse-drawn carriage.
An ordinary merchant carriage, an easy target.
——If people in the [industry] saw such a scene, they would probably laugh and think so, right?
Including my previous self, people who have never experienced the heavy setbacks caused by the actual situation are so relaxed.
I have experienced this present situation more than once. Not to mention relaxed, even the margin of calm may not be as sufficient as the expression of losing life.
In order to silence the target forever, he carefully mobilized manpower and organized two sniper killings. The result was that those capable men were sent to the point of no return. After paying the expensive and bloody tuition, they harvested the seed called [Fear].
It is deeply rooted in the hearts of the killers, and it has been torturing them all the time these days, those who are destined to face that boy again.
"It's so relaxing."
There was a hint of relief in the low sigh. From an aerial perspective, the speed of the carriage was more apt to be said to be on an outing than in a hurry. The passengers in the car were not prepared at all.
The breath seems to be still chatting, and the content can be known from it.
[You haven’t noticed our actions yet, so you don’t feel any tension? 】
Coming to an optimistic and reassuring judgment, the overly tense nerves were somewhat relieved. The opponent's slowness and underestimation of the enemy gave him another three points of confidence in the next surprise attack.
It's just...what's this faintly agitating feeling of depression and anxiety? The situation in front of me is obviously a situation that should make people feel relieved.
While he was thinking about this unspeakable uneasiness, the carriage stopped moving near the edge of the forest. The young man driving the carriage jumped from the carriage to the ground and casually took off the headband from his forehead. After this inconspicuous move, he stopped moving.
The man peeping from above opened his mouth in surprise.
"Black... black hair?"
The surprise that the leader blurted out caused a small commotion among the subordinates who were a little slow to react. Things that are too rare will always become a topic of conversation among curious and intelligent races, regardless of region and race.
This tendency is liked.
It's just that these people are not country people or ordinary citizens who chatter endlessly. After being confused for a moment, they immediately switch back to the standby state of holding their breath.
The leader, who turned his back to his outstanding subordinates, once again fell into silent silence, facing the direction of the forest and motionless, like a statue covered by a dark curtain.
It's just like a statue, different from the empty shell of a dead thing created by the creator to imitate a certain thing or a certain idea. Under the black cloak is a living body of flesh and blood. The biggest proof is that under the cloak, no one can see it, and it is shaking slightly.
The body and limbs are constantly moving.
The black-haired boy at the center of the eagle's vision turned his face, looked directly into Li's prying eyes, and smiled.[
black hair;
wheat-colored skin;
Upright and delicate facial features;
red eyes;
——The appearance formed by the condensed and combined elements of [abnormality] is smiling at me.
——Innocent and evil, even the cruelty is forgotten, just like the innocent expression of a child torturing an insect.
——A dangerous smile that blurs the boundary between [malice] and [goodwill].
"This guy……"
The volume of the whispers in his mouth was in tune with the horror in his heart.
"Looking at...me!"
The black cloak continued to function as a cover, and everyone was shivering from the tip of the hat to the hem.
"Boss...?"
The concern of his subordinates was too far away, like a voice coming from another country. The saliva was too heavy to swallow, the cold sweat soaked into his underwear, and he could not move his eyes even a little bit.
The boy who occupied the entire field of vision and blocked even the peripheral vision of the surrounding area raised his ring finger and little finger in sequence, starting from his middle finger, and then retracted them.
"Including this time... three times..."
The twitching cheek muscles caused the jaw to tremble non-stop, and the sound of teeth clashing kept leaking from the clenched lips that he could not close. He could not organize his words, nor could he receive the sounds and movements of the subordinates around him. The cold void completely overwhelmed the killer leader and the others.
The surroundings are isolated.
The three raised fingers were bent back, and the clenched fist was placed across the boy's chest, with the inside facing outward. The thumb was straightened toward the ground.
I couldn't understand the meaning of this gesture. But a sticky chill spread throughout my body. The murderous intention that overflowed from my smile turned into the pressure of reason and spread in all directions like a flood. The birds and animals living in the forest emitted various tones of terror.
The screamers fled from their respective homes one after another.
"——It's coming, it's coming!!!!!!!!!!"
The whole body's strength rushed into the throat and tore out a struggling cry. The prelude to the killing dance ended with this inhuman scream, and the blood-drenched dance began at this moment.