Assassin’s Chronicle

Although the holy city is prosperous, like most cities, it also has its own slums. In the northwest corner of the holy city, there is a low wooden house, close to the city wall, there are still many four-faced grass. Shed, this is the slum of the holy city.

In a straw shed, a person who is about fifty years old and wearing a white magic robe is watching the candlelight daze, but the grass shed has no windows. For some special reasons, the old man can't open the curtain. If you don't put a candle on it, the grass shed will become dark.

A carriage came from a distance, the speed is not very fast, the carriage looks very worn, but it is in line with the slums. If a beautifully decorated carriage is coming, maybe the surrounding poor will run out to see the excitement. .

The carriage's curtain opened and revealed a pair of eyes. After carefully examining the surrounding scene, the man picked up the curtain and jumped out of the carriage and hurried into the straw shed.

"Big...Adult, something went wrong!" The man who rushed into the straw shed was actually a high-ranking swordsman. He fell to his knees on the floor and did not dare to look up.

"Failed?" the old man asked faintly.

"Yes."

"Are you sure no one is following you?"

"Adult, I fled back according to the first set of retreat plans, they have no way to track me." The high-ranking swordsman replied quickly.

"Yeah." The old man nodded.

They are all 'magic fog' people, as a mysterious organization that has survived for hundreds of years, many actions have become systematic, for example, escape, there are many specific plans, roughly divided into 'flowering' There are four types of deciduous ''rats'' and '傀儡', and the moderator decides which one to use beforehand.

'Flowering' means setting up a temporary stronghold around the target of the action. When the actor flees into the stronghold, the horse will immediately run out of several carriages and flee in all directions. After each carriage runs to a designated location, There will be several carriages to separate and flee again, greatly reducing the possibility of being captured by the actors and maximizing the safety of the organization.

The 'deciduous' plan is much more dangerous. The moderator usually places the most powerful person in the middle of the place in a place that is good for ambushes, or if you take it yourself, if the action is successful, everything is said, if the action fails, action The person will lead the other person there, and use his life to attract the attention of the other party and create opportunities for his companions.

'Mouse' is to use the city's sewers, gutters, or excavated tunnels to escape, '傀儡' is to arrange several people who are similar to the height of the actor, confuse the other's audio and video, of course, the specific actions will have Some other specific arrangements.

"Is there a vindictive use of Anfei?"

"No... no."

"No? How did he defeat you?"

"I only saw... he threw a paper bag, then hit the paper bag with a small fireball, and then flew a lot of gray dust from the paper bag, then I saw Jinna and Peter start screaming. Get up, I... I am a little scared, just..."

"You said that Anfei solved them with a pack of dust?"

"Yes."

"And then you escaped yourself?"

"Adult, can't blame me! There is a first-level magician around Anfei. I can't try to test Anfei again. I really can't blame me..." The high-ranking swordsman screamed.

"Shut up, you know, this is just a temptation. I won't punish you, although the results of the temptation can't satisfy me..." The old man said nothing, suddenly set up a magical shield of water in front of him. The body is also going down.

A swordman swept in from the grass shed, and the magic shield was turned into countless scattered water droplets, and it was swept over the old man's head, and the grass shed was neatly split into two halves, and the grass and mud were flying in the sky. Two figures have appeared in the straw shed. It is Ernest and Anfei. At this time, the straw shed is no longer a straw shed, but more like a fence.

"Impossible!" The high-ranking swordsman screamed in a ghostly manner, and he already recognized Anfei.

Anfei was too lazy to take care of the other side, while slowly shaking the white wax rod in his hand, while watching the old man, he had many questions in his heart, but Ernest is also here, and Anfei wants to ask things clearly and worry. I did leave a flaw that I have not discovered until now. If this is the case, he still needs to bury a lie because he wants to give Ernest an explanation!

In fact, fabricating lies is also a high-precision, difficult task. It is easy to lie, and it is difficult to lie. After saying a lie, it is often necessary to use ten lie to lie, and then use hundreds of lies to explain what has just been said. Ten lie, like the profit-making usury, will become bigger and bigger.

"The Great Swordmaster Ernest?" The old man showed a helpless smile: "I am very surprised, how did you find it here?" He really couldn't think of a problem with his plan.

Ernest’s lips are tight, and the long sword in his hand emits more and more dazzling white light. He is not the kind of person who takes up the vocal advantage after taking the upper hand. The war is the battle, the victory is the victory, the European Nestor is much lazy to say anything.

An Fei is even more lazy to talk. It is not difficult to find these people. The lime is already mixed with the special aroma powder of Anfei, unless these people can hide in a closed room or car at any time, just like people in modern society. Anfei lost the target, otherwise, they could never avoid the tracking of Anfei!

"It is my life's glory to compete with you." The old man raised his magic wand and gestured to Ernest, which was very polite and graceful: "great..."

The old man’s spell had just been exported, and the white wax rod in the hands of Anfei had already been fired. The old man’s attention was all placed on Ernest. Although the strength of Anfei was a difficult mystery, they came. The Holy City came to test Andu, but now Ernest, who is arrogant, is his opponent. He has no defense against Avi, and Anfei’s ash stick is slamming into his open mouth.

The old man made a scream of screaming, and a fallen onion fell backwards. The two legs were lifted up under the force of the impulse, posing a very short time, followed by two legs. Fell to the ground.

"Ann, can't you respect your opponent?" Ernest smiled.

Ernest has become accustomed to his own duel method, and Anfei is a desperately worthy role. The nature of the two people runs counter to each other. They can come together and be like a family. It can only be said that it is a fate.

"These people only know that hiding in the dark and attacking others is not worthy of respect!" said An Fei, who said that he was talking about the loser in front of him or talking about himself.

"You..." The old man raised his body half-heartedly and looked at An Fei with a resentful look: "Don't be smug..." When he didn't finish it, he coughed up sharply and took a bite out. Spitting blood, and spitting out a half tooth from time to time, Anfei’s stick almost smashed his tongue, and his teeth fell seven or eight. It’s very difficult to say these words. .

"But... he is challenging me!" Ernest struggled to argue that he did not have a way to take Affy.

"Uncle Ernest, how can he be qualified to be your opponent? It is an insult to you!" Anfei is not an easily persuaded person. It turns out that he is often convincing others.

"Magic fog... is not going to..."

"You are too hard, let me send you to rest!" An Fei sneered, raised the white wax pole, he did not hear what the other party was saying, even if he heard it, he could not understand, the reason why he wanted to kill It is Anfei who has made a decision not to let the other party spit out his secret.

"Wait!" Ernest stopped An Fei: "You are the magic fog people?!"

"Ha...haha..." The old man fell to the ground softly, and seemed to laugh very happily. Then, his face became darker and darker, and it expanded like a balloon. It was like a fly. The black gas spewed out of his mouth, covering his entire body in the fog.

"Ah..." The high-ranking swordsman at the door made a scream. His situation was like the old man, and he was covered in black fog, but one looked very happy, while the other looked miserable.

"What is that?" An Fei raised his vigilance.

"It's a necromancer!" Ernest's look was very dignified, and the backhand inserted the long sword into the scabbard.

"Undead Master??" For what is the Necromancer, An Fei's understanding is very shallow, he only knows that the Necromancer can turn the living person into a zombie, and he is most afraid of this...

In a moment, the black mist dissipated, and the two white bones lay quietly on the ground. From the color of their bones, it seems to have been dead for many years.

"They are both necromancers?" An Fei asked strangely, that person is obviously a high-ranking swordsman, never heard of the Necromancer and the Magic Wu double xiu!

"No, it's a terrible necromancer who controls them!" Ernest couldn't help but sigh: "Ann, it's very likely... they will come to you later."

"It doesn't matter, you are protecting me, I am not afraid of anything."

"This... forget it, let's go back and say it." Ernest smiled in his heart, and Anfei's courage is not small, you don't care... I feel very tricky!

Outside the grass shed, a group of poor people who have seen the hustle and bustle have been so loud. Everyone except the scorpion heard it. They all came out of their homes and wanted to know what happened. At this moment, they saw Anfei and Ou Nei. Ster came out, the poor people rushed out of the distance, nervously watching two strangers.

Ernest just wanted to say two words. Suddenly, a burst of bells passed away, and the poor turned neatly and stared at St. Francis.