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Chapter 175 The Power of Coors

Hebron, Inner Citadel.

Coors, who was wearing a tall butler uniform, was wiping the blood stains on his hands with a handkerchief. On the ground, there were two separated corpses.

There was still disbelief on their faces, as if some kind of evil spirit had taken their lives in an instant.

In the keep of the castle in Hebron.

Now there are dead bodies everywhere.

The number of enemies, determination, and elite level far exceeded Coors's original expectations.

Beside the window, nailed two sleeve arrows.

The fully armed figure of Andreas collided with the enemy for several rounds in the corridor, then flashed back to the attic.

In just a few short rounds, four or five deep marks were printed on his armor.

He panted heavily: "Who are these people, so powerful?"

"It's just a bunch of rebels."

Coors looked serious, and he frowned in thought.

The city defense army guarding the castle suffered heavy losses. If the fight continues like this, it will probably collapse.

"You continue to guard here."

Coors ordered, and he put his fingers on the back of the neck, and then, like unzipping a zipper, he gently pulled down and took out a sharp white bone spur.

The flesh of the breach squirmed and slowly closed.

Andreas swallowed: "Butler Coors, where are you going?"

Coors paused slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Protect the owner's property."

"Wouldn't it be better for us to delay until dawn?"

Coors turned his head, his pale face was full of chills: "Not good, because I heard the other party's conversation, they want to burn the master's castle."

The Assassin assassins in white linen robes were flying up and down the castle with sticks soaked in kerosene.

Due to the many times of defeating Lothar, Assassin finally made an effort for the sake of his own reputation, and decided to leave some unforgettable lessons for Lothar.

An assassin stood in front of the two huge coats of arms and the giant dragon head statue in the middle.

He couldn't help but whispered: "Elder, this Earl of Lothar is not an ordinary crusader prince. Are we really going to have such an endless fight with him?"

The elder sneered and said, "In the Levant, no one can go against our will. This Count Lothar, we must make him understand the price of offending us."

What is the most important thing about an assassin organization?
Not reputation!

But deterrence!
For example, although the Assassins failed to assassinate Saladin, this incident did not discredit the Assassins' golden signboard. Instead, it was because of the scar on Saladin's cheek that the assassins of the Assassins They are more talkative and color-changing.

Regardless of whether it can be done or not, Assassin must at least show "dare" to do it.

As for reaching a secret agreement with Lothar later, it is not impossible to remove Lothar's name from the entrustment list from now on.

"Hurry up and do it."

The elder said.

However, the assassin still stood in front of the dragon head statue, as if he was fascinated by it, and did not make any movement for a long time.

The elder immediately became alert.

"what happened to you?"

puff-

As if the assassin's body had been drained of blood, limp, he collapsed to the ground.

On the surface, there is no trace of trauma.

In the entire castle hall, there seemed to be no second person at all, only the heart that was beating crazily due to fear could be heard in the elder's chest.

The elder tried to calm down his emotions.

He reached into his arms, first took out a bottle of high-level potion used to stimulate potential, unscrewed the cap and drank it.

The blood vessels in his eye sockets began to darken in color, and the surrounding scenery and all kinds of faint sounds became extremely clear at this moment.

He took out a magic-blocking gold dagger with his backhand, and then silently backed away.

But right now.

As if he sensed someone behind him, he stabbed back fiercely with the magic-blocking gold dagger upside down.

Immediately, a hole was stabbed.

The elder panted violently, and there was an uproar in his heart: "What the hell is going on, I clearly feel someone behind me?"

Frightened, he simply took out a bone whistle and held it in his mouth.

After blowing.

The assassins all over the castle gathered together one after another, finally bringing some comfort to the elder.

"With so many people protecting me, I should be safe, right?"

A stiff smile appeared on his face at some point.

"Elder, why is your face so pale?"

"Why did you call us here?"

The assassins were a little dissatisfied.

Even though he is an elder, posting this kind of "random life" that requires all assassins to be exposed to the same scene still made all the assassins dissatisfied.

"Because of what?"

The elder seemed to be asked all of a sudden, and after a long time, he seemed to suddenly realize: "Of course, because I want your lives."

There was a sly smile on the elder's face.

His lips drew an exaggerated arc.

Coors' blood shadow magic has already eroded it, and it has only just been activated now.

The elder's skin peeled off like mud, revealing the body of a puppet mixed with blood and flesh, and immediately rushed towards the assassins.

"Damn!"

"What monster is this?"

"Blockproof gold is useless!"

The assassins desperately fought against the puppet monster made by the elder, and Coors, like a blood-sucking leech, clung to the elder's back, manipulating his body to fight.

click-

The elder's body was chopped off by the assassins.

But they couldn't see Coors's body at all, they only felt a red light flashing in front of their eyes, and then there was another assassin, reduced to the same situation as an elder.

Parasitize, lurk, assassinate.

In terms of assassination methods, Assassin's assassins are far behind Coors.

Vampires absorb the blood of their enemies to replenish their own talents, so Coors doesn't have to worry about running out of energy.

Early the next morning, when Andreas brought people in to clean up the mess, what he saw was the tragic scene of mutilated corpses and pools of blood.

So far, the biggest harm the Assassin assassins have brought to Lothar should be the word "unlucky".

The military control implemented by Lothar in the city of Alandele was quite effective, and the order of the entire city was restored in the shortest possible time.

"The letter to Zayn Aladdin has already been sent, right?"

"I insulted him so much, and he didn't say anything?"

Lothar frowned.

Zayn Aladdin, at noon today, hastily sent a peace letter, trying to carry out a hostage exchange and redeem Tarik and the city of Alandelle.

Of course, the price cannot be negotiated.

Lothar opened his mouth directly with a lion, and incidentally humiliated him severely in the letter, and taunted Zayn Aladdin.

He hoped to make Zayn Aladdin lose his mind by angering the opponent, and lead the army under his command to give him his head.

It just backfired.

Jeanna shrugged her shoulders and said, "My lord, you are the honorable Earl of Transjordan, the uncrowned king of the Dead Sea, the slayer of dragons and manticores, the man of honor who defeated Saladin and Adil."

"Being insulted by you a few words, I think Zahn may also take it for granted."

(End of this chapter)