Assassin’s Adventure

"How are we going to catch a witch!"

"Don't worry, the medal will restrain her power. As long as we catch her and keep the medal within three meters, she will be like an ordinary person."

"Damn it! How are we going to catch her? A guy who can turn into a flying worm at any time."

Some people in the team began to whisper, watching this fog full of fear, even if there were about a hundred of them, it didn't seem like an easy job.

"I feel like we can't breathe in there, it's terrifying..."

"We hang behind for a while, don't rush forward, this is courting death..."

These words entered Anthony's ears, and the noise made him very annoying.

"Shut up! You, bring someone to the fishing net, bring twenty people to the roofs of the surrounding houses, and the others stand by!"

They may only have this chance to catch them. If they fail, the witches will directly avoid the only medal and massacre in the port, which they cannot afford.

He pulled Pastor Baine aside and asked in a low voice: "You better have a feasible arrest plan, or my men will soon mutiny."

Bane took a deep breath. Where did he know that there was a feasible solution, everything about the medal and the witch was learned from books.

"Witch... a witch will have a period of repair after a hunt. During this period, her abilities will be greatly suppressed. By the way, I still have a mithril dagger, so I'm not afraid of her power."

Baine stuttered a little when he was anxious, and unconsciously touched the dagger at his waist, which was his life-saving thing.

"give me!"

Anthony stared at Bane with an extremely oppressive look, shocking with a commanding tone.

"No, it's something that belongs to the church!"

Of course Bane wouldn't hand over his life-saving thing, even if it was of limited use.

"Either you give me the medal, we are here to arrest the witch, and you hide the weapon in yourself!"

"It's your task to arrest, I'm only responsible for taking you to find her, and then use the medal to restrain her power, you have no right to order me!"

Well, this benevolent priest takes his own life much more than others, and no matter how many others die, it has nothing to do with him.

Anthony was so angry that he couldn't say anything. In a word, he had never seen such a brazen person. Of course, it is a person's instinct to cherish his life, and he could not criticize him from the moral high ground, so he took more extreme approach.

"Give me the medal and the mithril dagger, or I'll kill you now!"

He drew out a two-centimeter blade, believing that any sensible person could understand the situation.

"No! You can't do that, you can't deal with witches without me..."

"To shut up!"

Anthony let out a loud shout, and stepped forward and grabbed the priest's collar.

"I'm not discussing with you, this is an order."

As he said this, he directly snatched the dagger that Baine had hidden under his clothes, hung it on his belt, snatched the medal, and put it in his pocket, instantly feeling that he had a lot of confidence.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Pastor. I will report to the Governor and Mr. Brees for your selfless contribution."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, leaving Bane speechless.

"you are welcome!"

Bane could only say these three words with a wry smile. Anyway, he had already made up his mind to just run away when he saw the witch.

The use of the medal is very simple. At least the moment Anthony holds it, there is a current of heat flowing in his hand. He can detect the location of the witch, which is quite close, within fifty meters.

"Let's go in!"

Filled with confidence, he began to greet his subordinates to draw out the machete, keep quiet, and head towards the inside of the mist.

"Cough...cough..."

Except for the low cough, the entire team made almost no sound. They moved forward at a speed similar to that of a turtle. Everyone crowded together and looked around blankly.

The house looks very dilapidated, as if it has existed here for hundreds of years, with many ruins and even desertification.

And here was obviously a few beautiful small buildings an hour ago, with a dozen or so families living there.

Even the medals lost their original abilities in this fog, chaotically showing the witch's position, like a malfunctioning roulette spinning recklessly.

Crowding in a crowd will undoubtedly lose the advantage of their large numbers, and staying with a large group will not be safer than being alone.

Because in this place, there is no safe place at all.

"Everyone, disperse immediately, report the location of the witch immediately, don't alarm her yet."

Anthony whispered to his subordinates, and then spread the order to others. Their biggest advantage was the medal. If they could approach the witch unknowingly, half the success would be done.

The thugs moved towards the corners of those positions, in this dim environment, in groups of three or five.

As they got further away from the medal, some weird and unimaginable things started to happen.

Anthony marched in the fog, and by his side was his most loyal cronies, and of course the priest Baine, who was afraid of death.

At first, he could still hear everyone's footsteps and whispered to remind everyone to keep up, but after a few minutes, everything was so deadly silent that the people behind him had long since disappeared.

Everyone seems to be swallowed by this fog, without any life.

He refrained from making any sound, but the cold sweat had already dripped from his face, it was so weird, he instinctively wanted to turn around and run away, go to the **** mission, his own survival is the most important thing, witches are not something they can do fixed.

But when he bypassed a broken wall, what he saw was lavender everywhere, the scarlet moon hung high in the sky, and the purple lavender was dyed a dark red color in the black ashes, like blood flowing.

The world has completely changed~www.readwn.com~ There is no such familiar fortress, and a small wooden house appears in the field of vision.

"None of this is true, it's impossible!"

Anthony's eyes widened, one hand clenched the medal, the other the mithril dagger, the cold sweat kept dripping down, soaking his clothes, and death was approaching.

A bloodthirsty giant wolf appeared at the end of the lavender, roared from the deepest part of his throat, looked at him with a look at the food, and then stepped closer.

Anthony finally couldn't hold his breath, but pulled out his musket and shouted loudly: "Get out of here!"

Of course, this sentence is more like encouraging himself, the giant wolf did not stop at all.

boom!

The flames rose with the thick smoke, and the giant wolf was not affected at all, like a foamy phantom.

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