The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Ezio's voice caught the demon hunter's attention. He turned his head and just saw a short black shadow thrown at him, and the demon hunter subconsciously caught it.

I started with a weapon similar to the Yanan musket, but shorter than the musket, only about the length of the forearm, with no carved patterns on it, and it looked like a curved arc. If Zelin saw this weapon for the first time, I guess Think of the darts used by dryads.

"Pistol."

Zelin didn't look much at it. When the weapon was first shot at close range, it was more powerful than ordinary crossbows, but he was still used to using crossbows, both in terms of accuracy and the practicality of various modified crossbows. He nodded in gratitude to Ezio, then put away the pistol. It would be better for him to use this pistol than to go to Yanan to find a pistol that can fire shots, but sometimes, some monsters can't be solved with a slightly increased power. Zelin didn't say much about Ezio's kindness, but hung it around his waist.

The sky has not cleared yet. With the help of the moonlight, they can see the Byzantines who are on guard. Most of them appear listless, or listen to the celebration in the stronghold, and can't stop dozing off.

"We have to find a way to get in and kill their captain." Yousef narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zelin stretched out a finger, "Or force their captain to come out to see us. There are four sentries on the left, and there is another person under the roof of the grocery store on the right. You solve these archers, and I walk over from the front. Give me the heavy armored guards at the two doorways. When I start to do it, you should pay attention on the roof, and their captain will definitely run out to check the situation."

"Then I can kill their captain directly." Ezio answered, and he immediately understood the plan. "At this time, Yousef, you go up to the tower, burn their flag, and throw a few more bombs to give them a little chaos and make them think that the Brotherhood is starting to fight back."

"Ha, let them celebrate for a while, the property will be returned to the original owner soon." Yousef clapped his hands, looked left and right, and quickly climbed onto the nearby roof.

Ezio didn't say much, and also moved towards finding a good ambush position. The two Assassin mentors disappeared like the wind between the uneven roofs. Zelin hadn't moved yet, his gaze was fixed on the several Byzantine sentries on the roof.

In a short while, he hadn't seen the figure of the assassin's mentor, and there were few sentries. The assassins’ assassination skills are obviously much stronger than their frontal combat strength, and only people like Ezio can deal with dozens of enemies at the same time without losing the wind. If every assassin could have Ezio’s. Skills, it is estimated that there is nothing about the Templars here.

With a soft voice, Zelin stepped towards the stronghold occupied by the Templars.

Chapter 1261 Retake the Grand Bazaar

Zelin went straight to the stronghold. The stronghold is a reciprocal-shaped building, and the front facing him is a corridor with a wooden bridge for people to walk on. Constantinople is located in the Golden Horn and under a cliff. There are some elevation differences from the seaside to the inland. Although it is not so obvious, the number of these steps and wooden bridges in the city is not small. Two guards stood on either side of the corridor entrance, one on the left and the other with iron helmets covering their faces, but Zelin could think of their surprise. The residents of this city obviously avoided them one by one, knowing not to enter where they hung the flag, but this person walked directly in. The two guards looked at each other and immediately stood in front of Zelin.

"This is not where you should be, get out of here!"

A big guy unceremoniously pushed Zelin away.

The next moment, his eyes were deflected, and he fell to the ground. Zelin grabbed his arm and twisted it sharply. With a click, the scream immediately echoed in the streets near the stronghold.

Another Byzantine wanted to draw out his saber subconsciously, but Zelin hit his arm in the arm, causing the half drawn sword to be pushed back. He wanted to leap forward and press on with the weight of his whole body, but he was kicked in his calf, lost his balance, staggered two steps forward, and fell into a cart full of sardines. The trolley fell to the ground, and the scales of the fish reflected silver light in the moonlight.

"I want to peel off your skin! I want to hang you up, cut your throat, and let you choke to death with your own blood!"

The guard was about to stand up, then slipped to the ground.

"You are dead, assassin! The dead assassin is a good assassin, I want to make you a good assassin!"

Zelin didn't care about the yelling behind, but some people couldn't ignore it, those Templar knights who were still celebrating in the stronghold. The noisy celebration stopped abruptly, and the gate of the stronghold was pushed open with a bang.

"Who is it! An assassin?! There is an attack?! Alert, alert!"

A man with a big beard shouted. The helmet on his head was crooked and blocked one eye. He pushed his helmet upright, but then slipped off. More than a dozen Templar knights rushed out from the gates of the stronghold behind, but none of them were armored. They were still celebrating, and they did not expect anyone to attack right after the battle.

The Templars saw Zelin standing at the door at a glance.

"Kill him, kill him, and see if there are any assassins nearby! Take up their weapons, take up their weapons! Archers, archers?!" The Templar Captain yelled, but no one responded to him because of those The archers are all turned into corpses. He pushed the others and ran towards Zelin. The demon hunters stood under the bridge, and the shadows blocked most of his body. They didn't see the weapons on Zelin's body. They obviously didn't regard him as a real intruder, but some assassin who wanted to attract their attention.

But they did not seem to guess wrong, but when they saw Zelin, the purpose of the demon hunter had been achieved.

Zelin walked out of the shadows, and a Templar stabbed him with a spear. The ebony blade held the spear easily, and the wrist turned and deflected, causing the Templar who stabbed with all his strength to lose his balance. The demon hunter stretched out his foot, the enemy was tripped and fell over. The Byzantines in the sardine pile were about to get up, and then they were overwhelmed by their companions.

Several other Templar knights tried to fan-out towards Zelin, but the screams from behind made them frightened. Ezio leaped down as the cheetah in the shadow and pressed the bearded captain to the ground. The captain just yelled, and the rest of the voice choked back with the blood pouring from his throat. Zelin took the opportunity to swing the ebony blade into the Templar room, and in the blink of an eye, two people fell behind him.

"It's on fire!"

"Assassin!"

On the high tower, Yousef lit the banner of the Templars, which kept swaying in the flames, as if struggling, but it was difficult to avoid the end of being swallowed by the flames. Standing on the edge of the tower, Yousef threw the torch at the Templar below, then jumped high and fell into the straw under the tower. The two Templar knights gathered around, and then they were chopped to the ground by a knife pierced from the straw.

The assassin leader raised his machete.

"Offensive, take back Galatia!"

"Kill these Byzantines!"

Yousef slashed to the Templar who had attacked on the left hand side, backhanded the heavy sword that had been slashed on the right, raised his leg and kicked the enemy staggered, and then took a stab and chopped down the second enemy. There were only three of them, but Yusuf's yelling seemed as if there were not many assassins hidden in the nearby shadows. Seeing this, Zelin smiled in his heart, raised his hand and gestured out the rune of Aksi Fayin. A Templar suddenly screamed and fled. It was like a signal, and other enemies threw away their weapons and everything on their bodies. The extra thing escaped from the back-shaped stronghold without looking back. Without the captain, no one can control their rout. Their disintegration speed was so fast that Ezio and Yousef were stunned for a moment. They couldn't believe that it was just a contact, and some of the Templars were scared to escape.

Yousef laughed loudly. "These Byzantines should go home early to find their mother." He patted Zelin and Ezio on the shoulders. "It's an unparalleled action. Let's go and see how the Galatians stronghold is going."

A smell of wine filled the air, floating out of the door opened in the stronghold.

"Clean up the body first. Our Byzantine tenants don't seem to know that they can't get drunk in the owner's house." Ezio frowned slightly. "I hope they didn't vomit in it."

They didn't think about why a guy with mental breakdown suddenly appeared among the Templars. In the battle, the captain was assassinated and a person who suddenly collapsed and escaped. The balance of victory easily tilted to the other side in an instant. This is a taboo. It is impossible for the Templars to not know this. In the end, Ezio and Yousef can only attribute the cause to the rapidly expanding Byzantines who did not train their recruits well.

The streets nearby are still empty. It seems that the conflict between the Templars and the assassins in this city is not once or twice. The citizens and the guards moved away from here in a tacit understanding. The Templar's corpse turned a blind eye, as if it was not a corpse lying on the ground, but a rotten apple that was thrown away by someone who didn't know.

After cleaning up the corpse, Yousef walked to the gate of the stronghold in two steps and gestured to Ezio and Zelin.

"Come in, the guests from Rome go first."

"Should you not put a red carpet on the ground at this time?" Ezio joked. "Caesar Pogia used to like to do this."

"Those Templar knights will only use the money they robbed for their own enjoyment and rights." Yousef suddenly said seriously. "If it weren't for the fact that they often blackmailed the merchants in the Grand Bazaar, it would not have been easy for us to establish a stronghold here. Look at the Grand Bazaar. Almost a quarter of the shops have closed."

"This also makes me certain." Ezio stretched out a finger. "No matter where it is, the Templars are similar."

Zelin spread his hands. "Should I move a table and chair to let you chat outside over drinking tea?"

"Of course not. Let's go in, it's time to take it back."

Chapter 1262 Theft

The layout of the headquarters of the Grand Bazaar is different from that of the Galatia headquarters. The Grand Bazaar area is the most prosperous place in Constantinople. Every house is built very narrow, much narrower than other places, but also Higher, the assassin's stronghold is no exception, it was bought from the owner of the house in the past. Zelin believes that if Sudan levies more land occupation tax, the houses will be smaller, narrower, and then taller, all becoming three-story buildings, until the tax may be levied on the sky.

Zelin walked in sideways, the wooden floor creaked under his feet, and Yusuf walked inside in two steps. The car walked to the side of the vertical cabinet with the incense pot and lit the incense inside. This at least makes people feel better. An unknown spirit bottle fell to the ground, and a big pierced fish was grilling on the fire in the innermost of the stronghold. Narrow and dim, this was Zelin's first impression of this place, and the nearby wooden walls and ground became dark black due to the years, which aggravated this point. However, the assassins were very clever. They knew that they could not expand their stronghold in the crowded Grand Bazaar area, so they bought a few houses adjacent to the stronghold together, broke the walls and installed wooden doors, so that there was a lot of extra space. Rooms.

Looking at Yusuf frowning and staring at the ceiling, Ezio couldn't help asking, "Is there any damage?"

"I still can't see that these Templars are not a good group of guests, but they still know that to keep this place intact, as long as they occupy a place, it will definitely make it more reliable. Ha! They are still placing them on the wall. With the reinforced iron plate, is this worry that we will break the wall with a bomb?"

Zelin looked at the wall fixed by the iron plate, knocked, and there was a clanging sound echoing in the narrow corridor, "This is a good idea."

"But I don't want to take over a pile of ruins after taking it back. If I go to attack the Templar's lair, I don't care about how to break in. I will arrange for other assassins to come over as soon as possible, guard this place, and monitor the nearby temples. The movement of the knight." With that, Yousef walked to the door. He was the person in charge here. Even if the battle was over, his mission could not be stopped.

According to his previous memory, Zelin walked to the room where he stored his things. Everything in the stronghold can be considered neat if it can ignore the mess left by the banquet on the ground. The decorative vases and pendants stayed unharmed. The Templars didn't move the things here. Perhaps the assassins' counterattack was too fast, so they didn't have a chance. Seeing these decorations, valuable artworks and blankets safe and sound, Zelin breathed a sigh of relief.

But luck is always elusive. You never know when you will suddenly be lucky, and you never know when misfortune will come from the sky.

The room looked very empty. There was no one to live here. It was a place specially selected by Zelin. There was only a table and a chair inside. The room was small, only more than ten square meters. The demon hunter opened the door and saw the innermost part. The table leaning against the wall—and the empty table top.

It used to be the place where the statue was placed.

"Ezio, you know, if the Templars get the spoils, where will they transport them?"