Leon's words were not fast, but the sword was extremely fast. His powerful fighting spirit condensed on the sword, making the low-level magic weapon issued to him by Viscount Eric shine with dazzling light, like a bolt of lightning, it struck in an instant. Arriving at that "nothing" sky.
With an exclamation, a gray figure appeared in a place where there seemed to be nothing at first. With a flash of light, a scimitar emitting strong magical light appeared in his hand, catching his sword.
When the two weapons collided, a ray of light like a small sun burst out in an instant, and a violent explosion woke up all the scouts. They were all veterans, and their first reaction was to pick up weapons and be on guard, but no one came to help.
Both Captain Lien and the assassin were incredibly strong. If they join in the fun, not only will they not be able to help, they will become a burden and may drag down the captain.
But they wouldn't just stare blankly, they all took out their crossbows and aimed over there.
Of course they don't expect to actually hit the enemy, but no matter how strong the enemy is or how good his psychological quality is, having hundreds of crossbows pointed at him will definitely have some impact on his mental state.
In a battle between masters, a little influence may be the key to victory or defeat, life or death.
However, they really thought too much. For Leon, this little impact really didn't mean much. The problem that really bothers him now is how to hide his strength as much as possible while killing or capturing his opponent.
He has already recognized the identity of his opponent - a legendary mid-level, good at hiding and sneaking, Leopard. Combining these three characteristics, he is undoubtedly the number one assassin among the orcs, Altaïr, the successor of the Leopard "Assassin" name.
With his true strength, let alone the mid-level legendary Altaïr, even the peak legendary temple elder holding the staff of confinement, he is confident to kill him with the sword. However, now he is just a high-level thief and high-level ranger on the surface, and has not yet entered the legendary realm. Such a person actually killed the legendary assassin Altaïr? Wouldn't that be equivalent to putting a label on one's face, telling everyone "I have another origin, and the identity I reported before is false"!
This is absolutely not possible!
So he was very distressed now. He really couldn't think of any good solution for a while. He could only try his best to control the situation and make it look like he was slightly at a disadvantage at first glance, but he could still hold on.
On the other side, Altaïr's heart was filled with shock. He never dreamed that the target he planned to assassinate would suddenly change from a high-level thief with some ranger skills to a legendary swordsman with amazing strength!
Although Leon had concealed his strength, Altaïr, as one of the top masters of the orcs, had extremely sharp vision. How could he not see how powerful the opponent was! Apart from anything else, every time the weapons of the two sides clashed, he could clearly feel the deep power coming from the opponent's sword. This power is rich and concise. It is definitely not some explosive potential or spell assistance, but the opponent's real force. How could a person with such power be just an unknown, fledgling young thief!
It is true that Altaïr, as an assassin, is good at concealment, sneaking, poisoning, assassination and other methods, but this does not mean that he lacks force. In fact, as the heir to the title of the strongest assassin in the orc family, all generations of There are some "Altaïrs" who like to kill directly and turn assassination into open killing - the previous generation of "Altaïr" was like this, and although the current "Altaïr" doesn't like to say it, he also has it. Enough force to support him in doing so.
With just the scimitar in his hand, he can move freely among thousands of troops, beheading generals and removing flags as if he were entering an uninhabited land.
The last time the orcs marched south, he had charged into the human army alone, killing three generals in a row. In the end, he even cut down the flag of the King of the Eagle Kingdom from the flagpole. If the king at that time had not spent hundreds of years of his life to activate the power of the Eagle Sword and cut the orc army to pieces with one sword, the Eagle Kingdom might have perished at that time.
But today, facing this unknown young thief, Altaïr, who had been famous for more than a hundred years, felt that he was at a disadvantage!
This was a very vague and uncertain feeling, but it took root in his heart and lingered.
It is said that he still has the advantage now, and his opponent can barely resist it only by relying on his superb martial arts and sharp reactions. However, blindly defending cannot last for a long time. As time goes by, the opponent's endurance and concentration will decline rapidly. As long as the time is longer, the opponent who cannot maintain the current sharp reaction will definitely be killed by him. , even if there is any accident or the like, he can leave at any time since he has the advantage. No matter how you look at it, the situation should be great.
However, Altaïr always felt that there was something very wrong with the current fighting situation. His opponent's attitude and expression did not look like he was barely holding on, especially the calmness and confidence his opponent showed in every move. He looks like he has the upper hand!
Why is this happening? What's wrong
Altaïr was puzzled and quickly made a decision.
Walk!
As an assassin, he has plenty of time to slowly look for opportunities, and there is no need to act recklessly. As long as he hides in the dark and his opponent is in the open, the advantage is on his side. This guy named Lean can escape this time, but he can't escape next time!
Thinking of this, he nodded secretly, and tightened his sword sharply, trying to force Lien back a few steps so that he could escape.
But at this moment, Lien's sword force suddenly strengthened. The scimitar and the long sword collided head-on several times. The bodies of both men could not help but shake violently, and their movements slowed down for a while.
"Shoot!" Several other veteran rangers in the scout team immediately saw the opportunity and shouted while shooting arrows that had been prepared towards Altaïr.
In normal times, Altaïr wouldn't pay attention to these arrows at all. Even if the ants swarmed in groups, there would be nothing he could do about them. But now he had several head-on blows with Leon. Although Leon controlled the power of the sword, the force of the counter-shock shook Altaïr's muscles, bones and organs, and his reaction was a little slower.
Well, just a little bit.
But just this little bit prevented him from dodging all the arrows. He could only muster up his fighting spirit and try to block these arrows.
However, at this moment, Leon's sword slashed at him again.
(How is it possible! This guy recovers his anger faster than me?!)
Altaïr was shocked, but in a hurry he had no choice but to hold up his sword to resist.
This time Leon's sword was no longer changeable, but was fast and heavy. One sword after another struck at the awkward spot where Altaïr's old strength had been exhausted and his new strength had not been regenerated, leaving him no longer able to maintain his strength. To maintain a balanced situation, he finally fell into the disadvantage.
If this were the case, Altaïr might not be able to resist it, but the veterans in the scout team had such sharp eyesight. As soon as they saw an opportunity, they would immediately use various methods, not to mention firing bows, crossbows and arrows, and some even took out Get the wand and scroll, and use the magic with its own tracking effect to beat up the drowned dog.
Faced with Leon's advancing sword, Altaïr had to be distracted to resist and dodge the attacks of the scouts, and he couldn't help but retreat continuously. One step, two steps, three steps... When he retreated to the fourth step, he finally missed and failed to block a magic missile fired from the blind spot behind him.
This purple magic missile is much larger than ordinary magic missiles, and its light is much stronger. It is a unique spell of the Battle Mage series, called "Pursuit Missile". Not only is it more powerful, faster, and more flexible in tracking—it also costs more. Ordinary magic missiles are only entry-level spells, but this pursuit missile is an intermediate spell. In terms of the price of the scroll, the price of one pursuit missile is enough to buy a dozen magic missile scrolls, and you can still get some change.
Altaïr's body was shrouded in fighting spirit. This pursuit missile did not really hurt him, but only caused his body to sway slightly and his feet to stumble slightly. But this already revealed a huge flaw. Leon picked up the long sword and struck it on the head without hesitation, as if he was treating the one-handed sword as an axe.
Altaïr had no choice but to block with his sword. Just with the sound of "dang", Leon's long sword, which was far inferior in quality to his scimitar, finally couldn't withstand the force of the confrontation between the two legendary strong men and broke with the sound.
Reen's sword is broken? ! Altaïr didn't have time to think about it, and with a wave of his scimitar, he would seize the opportunity to sneak in and kill this difficult opponent with a knife. But when he swung the knife, he saw a sinister smile on his opponent's face.
The next moment, a very small and narrow dagger flew out from Leon's sleeve and stabbed Altaïr between the eyebrows.
The magic aura on this dagger is quite strong, far superior to that of an ordinary long sword. In his haste, Altaïr had no time to defend himself and was stabbed. This time, he didn't even have time to think about fighting spirit defense. He could only watch helplessly as the dagger stabbed in front of him, piercing the thin layer of fighting spirit covering his body, piercing his skin, flesh and bones, deeply. Stung into the brain.
The next moment, the world in front of him went dark, and he felt that his whole body had completely lost strength, as if he had sunk into the water.
(Ah, I'm dead...)
The legendary assassin who had been famous for more than a hundred years had his last thoughts in his heart and breathed out his last breath deeply.
Far away in the cathedral of the Orc Empire's capital on the prairie, an old man sitting quietly under a tree suddenly opened his eyes. There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, and murderous intent overflowed.
"What's wrong?" asked an old man lying on a stone next to him and looking at the stars.
"My student, the contemporary Altaïr, is dead." The old man said in a deep voice.
"It's the middle of a war, so why is it so surprising that so many people are dying?"
The old man thought for a long time, finally nodded and closed his eyes.
"Let's wait until the war is over. If the person who killed him is lucky enough to survive until then..."