The Journey of the Demon Hunter

After leaving Topkapi Palace, he put on an inconspicuous robe and rode a fast horse out of the city. The nearest hill to Constantinople, a village is located in it. No one knows what the name of this village is. Maybe it has no name. It is as unheard and ordinary as countless villages on the coastal plain. It is close to the mountain and far from the main road, and few people care about it. But today, the villagers of this village ushered in a day that is destined to make them unforgettable.

The figures of the villagers among the houses in the village were replaced by heavily armed soldiers. The four-man patrol team patrolled a hundred meters away from the village to make sure that no one would enter here and that no one would flee here. The news leaked out. Before the Templar rider approached, he was noticed by a patrol team.

"There are intruders!"

"I brought the aid of Prince Ahmed!" The rider quickly raised the letter paper with his personal badge in his hand, and pointed the badge toward the patrol. The Templars have their own uniforms, whether it is a Byzantine uniform. , Is still the gray uniform of the Templars in the Ottoman area. People who do not belong to the above-mentioned clothes enter the guard zone and are likely to be killed as assassin spies. At this distance, the Byzantine mercenaries could not see the mark on the letter paper, but after hearing the name of Prince Ahmed, they temporarily put down their swords.

The rider rolled over and dismounted, trot to the guard patrol, and finally stood less than ten meters away from them.

It didn't take long for a man wearing a full-body knight's plate armor to walk out, his bald head looking shiny in the sun. "Ahmed's letter?" The knight took the letter, frowned and looked at the seal on the letter paper, then his right hand wearing brown leather gloves tore open the string that bound the envelope and unfolded the letter paper. "Is this an order that allows us to enter the city? Ha, is this an order from Manuel II?"

"Yes." The Greek nodded blankly.

"Hmph, I hope he can afford the money." Touching his head, the knight who looked like a Bulgarian moved his shoulders and shouted at the other soldiers approaching. "Everyone, go and find out all the food and drink in this village. We have to eat and drink enough, and then we will go to the city tomorrow. When we finish this, everyone can make a fortune. , Gold is waiting for us! Miss those stinky bacon and rotten beer, because you will say goodbye to them soon!"

The Byzantine mercenaries cheered.

Constantinople, the crossroads of the world, no one knows the wealth of the city. The Venetians instigated the crusades to plunder the city. Now they can reproduce the actions they did in those days, but this time they don’t need it. To deal with the hard and towering walls of the city and the guards inside, someone will open the gates for them. Although they have the task of dealing with the assassins, when performing their tasks, taking advantage of the chaos and looting in the city, even a small-scale looting is enough to make them safe in the future.

There was a sound of overturning cabinets in the village. They were leaving soon, and there was no need to save the remaining food. The more than 30 villagers who were controlled in a house shrank together, helplessly watching these soldiers take out the last bit of food stored in the family. This is like a carnival. Every mercenary is laughing and wondering how much he can gain in the next action.

"Where is that Seljuk?" The Bulgarian suddenly asked the Greek who came to deliver the letter. They are sitting in a seized house. The blacksmith originally belonged to the village. The blood stains on the wall that have not yet been cleaned up indicate that the past masters here were very bad luck.

"Sakuru has escorted Manuel II back to Cardopacia." The Templar replied immediately without thinking about it. "If there is nothing else, I will go back and tell His Highness Ahmed."

"Who is Manuel II's agent here?" the mercenary leader asked again.

"His Royal Highness Ahmed has the right to manage everything in Constantinople."

"Well, then His Royal Highness Ahmed must understand how dangerous it is to attack Constantinople." The mercenary leader took a sip of wine and then spit on the ground. "I don’t know how many thousands of people died under this city wall. How much effort it took Mohammed II to take this city. Now we are going to hit the city wall with our heads just like the people who died here in the past. This is not fair. Because we only have three hundred people."

The messenger looked at him without saying a word.

"This is a difficult attack!" The leader patted his thigh heavily. "My soldiers and I are going to carry out such a dangerous mission, but they are getting very little reward. For a good horse, if you want it to run far and fast, you must feed it the best forage. You Tell your prince, we need more rewards and more gold to motivate my soldiers to do such dangerous things, otherwise I will never let them die, do you understand?"

Three hundred people may be nothing to the huge city of Constantinople, but if these three hundred people retreat temporarily, it will inevitably have a great impact on Ahmed’s plan. The Templars will Unable to form an overwhelming advantage over the number of assassins in the city.

"This is not the same as the price agreed in the past." Unsurprisingly, the Greek showed an angry look.

The mercenary leader believed that he would not refuse. He doesn't care what the meaning of this conflict is. As long as the employer gives money, he and his soldiers can wear any kind of jersey and raise the flag that belongs to anyone. What he has to do is to earn more gold in this conflict, and then stay away from here, to Europe, or to the New World.

Faith? Justice? Money is the most real thing.

"I'm going to tell His Royal Highness, I will tell him what you said intact."

"Very well, after drinking this glass of wine, you can go. You want to tell him what I said? Haha! Tell him, I can only believe in his sincerity when I see the money, otherwise tomorrow evening? We will set off, but to the Balkans The peninsula advances, not Constantinople." The mercenary leader laughed. He raised his glass, raised his head and drank all the beer in the glass, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "This is a suitable business. Hey, you." He pointed to another guard in the house. "Go to the house where the farmer is closed and find a beautiful girl.... What is the sound outside? ?"

The door of the house was pushed open with a bang, and the panic face of a mercenary was greeted.

"Chief, we are under attack. It's an army!"

As if to testify to the mercenary's words, there was a shout of killing from outside.

"What's the matter?!" The leader threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground, and the beer poured out the brazier. He stood up all of a sudden and froze for several seconds, as if he couldn't believe this would happen. The captain of the mercenary grabbed the long sword next to the seat, strode to the door, pushed away the mercenary in front of him, and stretched out his head to look at the entrance of the village.

But the entrance to the village was empty except for the sound, and the other soldiers were also looking out in confusion.

"This is..."

Puff----

The Hidden Blade pierced his back and pierced his heart accurately. The mercenary leader's body trembled like an electric shock. The Greek who seemed to be just a messenger took off his face mask, revealing a little gray stubble on his chin. "Go to **** and find your gold." Ezio drew out his Hidden Blade suddenly. The Byzantine mercenary who came to report suddenly pulled out the saber around his waist. The other two Byzantine mercenaries in the house who were attracted by the shouts from outside had not yet After reacting, he was chopped to the ground by the black blade, and he didn't even have time to make a shout.

Ezio held the limp body of the mercenary leader and placed him on the back chair.

Zelin closed the door and looked at a picture of Ezio dressed as a Templar. "You really acted like it."

"The person who knows you best will always be your opponent. I have always known the Templars. Now, it's time for us to do it." Ezio took off the Templar hat, took off the coat covering the assassin's robes, and bent over. From the hands of the dead leader, he drew out the letter of order from Ahmed. "With this, Ahmed can no longer quibble." In order for the Ottoman guards to assist the Byzantine mercenaries, Ahmed stamped it on the letter paper Got his own private seal. "Let's go. Yousef can't confuse these mercenaries for too long. Without the commander and the order book, these three hundred mobs can't do anything."

Zelin looked around, his badge did not respond in this village. The village was temporarily occupied by the Byzantines, and it seems that his lost statue is not here. After confirming that the commander's residence did not have what he was looking for, the demon hunter nodded to Ezio, "Let's go, it's time to pack the next one."

Outside the village, the assassins who were hiding in the bushes and mountains on both sides of the road and shouting to kill, staring at the direction of the village, the assassins who sneaked into Topkapi Palace pretending to be musicians took out themselves this time Before they became assassins, they were vendors, drummers, coachmen, workers, and sailors. Becoming assassins does not mean that they would forget their past work and abilities. There were only more than ten people, but in the dense forest, they issued The voice seemed to have hundreds of people about to attack.

While Yusuf yelled, he directed several assassins to throw bombs in the direction of the village. The explosion of fireworks caused screams among the Byzantines patrolling outside the village. As if his throat had dried out, Yusuf picked up the water bag at his waist and raised his head to take a sip.

"Boss Youssef, look over there."

"Huh?"

Yusuf re-plugged the water bag and followed the direction of Degan's fingers. In the evening sky, a light red flame arrow shot straight into the sky behind the village.

"Very good." Yousef grinned, which was a sign that they had agreed. "Zelin and Ezio succeeded, Degan, Qassim, tell all the brothers, we retreat. Hurry! Return to the city before dark!"

The first thousand two hundred and ninety-six chapters, the flames in the heart

Today's night is very peaceful.

The assassins, the Templars, or their allies are waiting, dormant.

They have great advantages.

At least everyone thinks so.

What happened outside the city was well concealed. The Byzantine mercenaries chose the most hidden village. After they killed the leader of the mercenaries, Tariq immediately sent plainclothes Sudanese soldiers out of the city to surround it. In the village, all the mercenaries were captured and the village was liberated. Until night fell, no mercenary could escape to the city to report to Ahmed.

The Brotherhood of Assassins had already seized the last stronghold of the Templars in the city before hibernating and showing weakness to the enemy. Constantinople no longer has a Byzantine-controlled area. When all the Byzantine patrols have shrunk, the city once again has a rejuvenation. For example, after the defeat of the Pogia family in Rome, people finally don’t have to worry anymore. When they are blackmailed by these mercenaries on the road, or blackmailed in the shop, they can walk on any road without fear of being threatened.

There was no announcement or announcement. The change was like the breeze in the early spring, which quietly changed the whole city, and it was like the cold rain before the beginning of winter. It is surprising but it should be so.

Zelin had ruled out all Byzantine strongholds inside and outside the city, and he reluctantly admitted that the statue he was looking for had been transported out of the city. Now there is only one place left, and that is Cadopacia, a gathering place controlled by the Byzantines, a city hidden by the sea and hidden in the rocks. His treasure must be there, and it can only be there.

"Enid, this should be the last message I will give you before I go back. There have been too many things these days. I have already forgotten whether it is day or night in our world. So I will leave you a message. , I hope you can see it when you have free time."

"Those thieves who stole our treasures have been defeated by the organization of my friends and me. These thieves are planning a counterattack, but they are unlikely to succeed. I almost locked the place where they hid the spoils and waited for them to be defeated here. I will bring back that strange statue. Oh, yes, if my memory has not been confused by frequent crossings, our world should be in winter, right? It may be cold in the castle, you used to be winter Have not lived in Mahakam. If you can, remember to prepare a brazier in the room. The third floor is very cold. Also, I remember that the climate in Yanan is very warm. If this winter is colder than before, remember to remind you. Sefka, she is not used to the climate in the mountains. Well, Enid, this time I brought you one of the most mysterious objects in the world as a gift. I hope you like it and don’t worry about me. Body, it's been almost a month, everything is normal here. It's getting late. When I go back, we will have a good chat about what happened during this time."

"Please tell George for me that this is the first year for young apprentices and children to spend the winter in the castle. It is best to prepare some firewood for heating. After all, they are ordinary children before the trial of green grass. If this year's snow If it’s big, tell Aiden, let him rest at home for a while, the mountain road is not easy to walk. Also, don’t forget to give our dwarf workers the remaining wages after the expansion of the castle to Oaks. He is these workers. The leader of, I originally thought I could give it to him personally, but the time may not be too late, so I will trouble you."

Zelin took a deep breath, sighed, and was about to finish the message of the telescope. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something.

"Hey, I almost forgot to ask Ganya to pay attention to the time during the adventure, remember the days when the mountain was covered by heavy snow, don't be blocked by the snow like the last time. Marianne was in Mahakam for the first time To spend the winter, remind her of something to pay attention to, as for Frid..." Zelin hesitated. "...Fred is Ash, so you shouldn't worry about her problems. If she has any problems, she will show up by herself."

After thinking about it, there should be nothing left, Zelin put away the telescope and put it in the inner pocket of his clothes.

Stretching, Zelin pushed aside the chair and stood up. The Assassin headquarters was deserted, and they all left for the last battle. Only Aziz, the janitor, was still there. As usual, the Ottoman girl bowed slightly to Zelin, and then opened the headquarters door.

"Good morning, master."

It was a good weather. There were no clouds in the clear sky, seagulls crowed and flew across the sky, and the refreshing sea breeze with some salty and wet smells was refreshing. "Good morning, Aziz." Zelin moved his shoulders, and his shoulder blades made a pleasant sound. "You haven't left yet?"