With laziness and a little frivolous voice, he suddenly appeared where he and Thor should be alone. His heart that was beating to the point of exploding was suddenly clenched by that soothing voice, and the cold touch began to follow.
Blood extension.
Before the surprise could shake his mind, he loosened the fingers holding the bow string, and the warning arrow was immediately shot toward the sky by the reaction force, toward the black cloud where the reflection of the scales could be seen.
The arrows shot out with the best archery skills and powerful bows are so fast that they can hardly catch the trajectory. The confident lake green pupils want to catch up with the gorgeous feathers at the arrow tail, but the image projected on the retina is a sharp white light.
"You should listen to what others say."
The afterimage of the sharp arrow completely disappeared from sight, and the sharp warning whistle did not vibrate on the eardrum, only the unhurried voice played in the ears.[
He clenched his molars and turned his sight to the source of the sound. He pulled out the hunting knife from his back with his right hand like lightning. He turned around and lowered his posture. His bent legs gathered enough strength. In the next moment, he would kick to the ground and shoot out his entire body.
.
The frozen scenery in front of him made Tire's mind and body stop all actions, and he kept staring straight ahead in the posture of preparing for a fatal blow.
"Excellent archery skills and good arrows."
Against the background of the white reflection of the snow, the thick, strange black hair is so sudden and conspicuous that it is hard to forget after seeing it once. The face shape and skin color are also hugely different from those of the wretched human spies I have seen so far, embedded in the
Under the eyelids with flexible opening and closing curves, there is a pair of red pupils that exude calmness.
Tyr also has a handsome appearance, and most of his tribesmen are decent-looking. His unique face alone is not enough to stop him from moving.
The warning arrow he was playing with in his left hand; the hunting knife held between the index and middle fingers of his right hand; Thor holding the hunting knife tightly and unable to move forward or retreat - the combination of the scenes in front of him made Tire have to stop his movements, think about the situation in front of him, and formulate a plan
Next action.
"The archers are also very good."
There was a sense of coercion in the gentle smile, which made people want to lower their heads to receive the praise. The recipient of the praise did not reply, nor did he make any further moves, but remained silent.
Tier looked squarely at that wanton smiling face without giving in, and the corner of his eyes tightly focused on his opponent's seemingly flexible waist and abdomen.
"Don't be nervous. I don't mean anything malicious here. If someone kills someone just to say hello, it will be troublesome for both parties, right?"
“Go to hell!!!”
Thor's words of persuasion were completely ignored. The thunderous roar and the fist that could easily crush the rock turned into a hammer of punishment and swung down at the strange young man in front of him.
The unique dull sound of breaking the prey's bones did not appear as usual. The fist did come into contact with something, but the touch was completely different from the touch of hitting flesh or hard objects every time in battle.
The end of the fist is not the mysterious smile of the black-haired boy, but a film that is not on the path of the fist.
Thin black hair-like threads hang down from behind the young man, intertwining with each other to form a mesh-like membrane. Several stress-bearing lines radiate out from its edges to withstand the impact, insert into the frozen soil, entangle rocks and tree roots, and support the body.
The power of your vigorous blow was transferred to the ground, making it impossible to form an effective attack.
A punch that was full of strength could not even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes. The unbelievable abnormal situation made Thor open his mouth in surprise. Tyr, who had nothing in his hand, also looked ugly. The hunting knife originally held in his hand was
The threads were entangled and fixed in the air, and the tip of the knife was pointing at the black-haired boy's right abdomen.
When Thor yelled and punched, Tyr immediately threw the hunting knife, not to kill the enemy, but to save Thor.
The opponent in front of him still doesn't know how to snatch the fired alarm arrow. What can be concluded is that the speed of the opponent's attack and even the flight of the arrow are faster. It is too reckless for Thor to use a frontal attack, and it is not necessarily possible to choose to throw the hunting knife.
It can take away the life of the intruder, but it can distract him to dodge attacks coming from the side, and Thor will have a chance. This is Tyr's battle plan, tacit cooperation and accurate grasp of victory opportunities, shrewd yet bold.
If they had known their opponents better, this seemingly perfect plan would probably not have appeared. If it had been someone else, they would have succeeded.[
No matter how they plan the battle, from the most basic part - judging the opponent with common sense, any battle plan is bound to end in defeat.
In the face of this existence that transcends the limits of thinking and understanding of all intelligent species in Wilt's world, common sense is no more weighty than a piece of paper.
It was a complete understatement to block and resolve all their almost sneak attacks in an instant. This was not at all a word like "relaxation" or "easiness", it was just treating their attacks as if they were nothing but air.
The difference in strength is so obvious that one needs to think deeply to judge the difference.
"Excuse me, I really don't like so-called arguments. I accidentally went too far."
His right hand waved an elegant arc in the air, and the intertwined threads began to dance. After a while, it was as if they had never appeared before, leaving no trace. The hunting knife trapped in the air was also rotated by the threads, drawing a dart-like trajectory.
, and then the original owner grabbed the handle of the knife.
This process is indescribably weird, but just the fact that the hair strands can lengthen and move is already incredible. What makes people even more astonished is the guy who controls these strands.
Tyr and Thor looked at each other and jumped back. In any case, the opponent's actions so far were based on the premise of overwhelming strength advantage. They had fully expressed their intention not to fight. He had already tried his best to counter it.
If you are an enemy, there is no need to continue to do things to irritate the other party.
After all, they are warriors with strong self-esteem, not scoundrels. Their honor as warriors and their dignity as elves are their bottom line.
It's just that although they can't continue to attack this strange black-haired guy, they can't retreat like this. It's just not justified to leave their backs to unknown intruders. After all, this is also an act that conflicts with their sense of responsibility and dignity.
The situation has become strange, even a little funny. One side has no interest in taking action, and the other side is incapable of taking action, and does not know what action to take to deal with this unprecedented situation.
The subtle embarrassment of a dilemma was finally broken by a low sound of a horn. The young elves quickly turned around and left. For a moment, their backs could no longer be seen through the thick milky white fog that shrouded the valley.
"A very good young man... right?"
"It's as you said."
After the elves left, the black shadow jumped out of the bushes where he was hiding. The sound of his landing was almost imperceptible. It was just that the outfit that did not adapt to the environment made the shadow more eye-catching than the black-haired boy.
The abrupt man in black stood beside the young man with his hands down, his expression respectful and humble.
"Lord Li Lin."
A mocking smile appeared on his face that did not match the demeanor that should be shown in the honorific words of his subordinates. His red eyes shifted from the milky white vapor to Vali, and his gaze became full of reproach.
"I don't like to find fault with others, nor do I like to show off my authority by scolding my subordinates, provided that the degree of completion of their work is accurate. But now... Mr. Valli, your subordinates are obviously
They need to be trained well, the good life following the earl has made them accumulate too much unnecessary fat."
"...I'm extremely sorry, Your Excellency."
From the corner of his eye, which was enough to kill, he glanced at the subordinates who were walking out of the woods sparsely - some of them were kneeling on the ground retching. Vali's too fair and sickly old face was covered with an even more ugly layer of leaden dust.
"This is my fault. I was too indulgent towards them before."[
A killer who can't just follow his master's actions is obviously not satisfactory to people. Li Lin is just expressing his dissatisfaction with them verbally. Who knows how this unpredictable adult will react next time.
Maybe these weak-footed idiots won't even be there next time.
[After a long absence from hell training, it’s time to take it out and do it again a few times.]
There was a cold groove in his heart that could make a cadre of subordinates tremble with fear, but Vali's old face full of wrinkles carved by a knife remained motionless.
"Retraining is inevitable. Some adjustments need to be made in the details. I will give you a training outline later."
He smoothed out his mocking and harsh smile, and his tone became serious.
Of course, Li Lin recruited these killers in order to increase his power. In the future development process, some guys who can do wet work will be indispensable. But he does not need to make a group of killers into special forces or terrorists. For this
He didn't even consider options that looked tempting.
What Li Lin needs is an intelligence system, which in popular terms is a spy agency.
In this world of swords and magic, among the things Li Lin lacks most and urgently needs, [Intelligence] is undoubtedly the one that can easily defeat many competitors and win the championship.
The information flow in this world is completely blocked. Compared with his birthplace of information explosion, the gap is so big that it makes people despair - a single artificial on-site intelligence collection and judgment and the sky, the sea, the underground and even
There is no comparison at all with the intelligence information network that is everywhere in the virtual world.
In order to achieve that set goal, Li Lin needs a lot of intelligence - military, economic, political, cultural, geographical, people's livelihood...all aspects of intelligence are indispensable support. It is better to start the work of cultivating the intelligence team as early as possible, next
The training outline for the killers in this stage has been drawn up, and its general content is of course transformation training.
This group of people doesn't know anything about intelligence work. The killers here actually have some tradition of engaging in intelligence.
From what Vali said, it can be confirmed that, except for the religious inquisition and heresy burial agencies stationed by Ymir in various countries, no official intelligence monitoring agency has been established in each country so far. Even the development and infiltration of the aforementioned two groups in various countries has been affected by many Boycott, they were not allowed to interfere at all except in religious matters and expelling heretics.
The church generally rarely deals with killers, and the information that ordinary employers, the princes and nobles, can provide to the killers is also very limited. In order to work smoothly and receive the necessary salary to support themselves, and finally use the money alive, the killers They can only do part-time intelligence gathering work on their own. As time goes by, the ancient industry of killers has gradually formed its own intelligence system, and collecting intelligence has become one of the necessary professional skills in this industry.
He has a certain foundation and adds new content to the training. He chooses the right time to conduct a series of practical drills and runs. Li Lin believes that he will eventually be able to select the team of personnel he needs, coupled with the prepared insurance measures——
"I've decided on training supervision and that guy is perfect for that kind of thing."
The gentle smile, as if he was talking at home, had no clue what the thoughts were. Vali could only detect a clear message from the literal meaning of the words.
【Those guys are going to be in bad luck.】
The killer, who had long lost his emotions due to the bloody life, composed sentences like sighs in his heart, and his gray eyes squinted at the men who were slowly recovering their breath.
"The welcoming team has also come out, let's not just stand here stupidly."
The red eyes no longer looked at the silent killer. The crystal round eyes reflected the outline of the figure moving in the thick fog, and the eyelids blinked mischievously.
"I hope the elves can judge the situation rationally, and they should be able to make wise decisions living in such a ghost place."
The first step in front of you is the beginning of determining the foundation. The sarcastic face is restrained, and the nerves and muscles that control the expression are adjusted to the state that can best achieve the effect - a smile that is sincere, peaceful, and can give people a good impression.