After "Captain Lean" threw the dagger and shot his opponent down, he seemed exhausted and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.
The scouts hurriedly hit the mysterious assassin with all kinds of weapons in their hands. In just a blink of an eye, the man was shot like a porcupine, motionless, and presumably dead.
"Who is this guy?" A curious scout walked up and checked the body, only to find that it was an orc from the Leopard tribe.
"Leopard clan, assassins, very powerful..." An older scout with rich adventure experience and extensive knowledge frowned and muttered to himself, and then couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"Look at his knife! There should be a line of orc writing on his knife!" he shouted.
The scout who was checking the body picked up the scimitar that fell on the ground and found that it was surprisingly heavy. He couldn't help but muttered: "Why is it so heavy!"
Then, he saw a line of text on the blade.
As luck would have it, he knew Orcish.
"Come from the darkness and kill the light. This is so arrogant!" he said with a smile.
The older scout turned pale: "Is this really what you said?"
"Perhaps other translation methods can be used, but the meaning is definitely correct. The orc language is so simple, and this sentence is so simple, I will not get it wrong."
The older scout's face trembled and he shook his head repeatedly with a look of disbelief. After a while, he finally calmed down and whispered: "If I guess correctly, this guy is Altaïr."
"Altaïr? Which Altaïr?" someone asked.
"Stupid! How else could there be Altaïr!" someone answered.
As a result, everyone's expressions were a bit unsightly. More than one person showed a look of fear, and some people were shocked and ecstatic, shouting: "Altaïr?! We killed the 'Assassin' Altaïr?! This But it’s a great achievement!”
Shocked or happy, it is Captain Lien who can ultimately decide the matter here - even if his rank is not taken into account, with his bravery in fighting the legendary assassin head-on just now, and the secret of finally throwing a dagger to kill the opponent, People dared to challenge his authority.
Rean was obviously very tired and rested for a long time before he recovered. He picked up his dagger and put it away. He looked at Altaïr's body, pondered for a moment, and then ordered everyone to pack up the body and send it back to Eagle Wing City. .
As for the things on Altaïr's body, of course they are everyone's trophies. He was kind enough, and asked for nothing except a scimitar, a high-level magic weapon, and shared everything with everyone.
As a legendary strongman, Altaïr was simple by nature and did not carry much belongings, but the things he carried with him were already worth a lot of money—not to mention anything else, the belt he wore turned out to be a This is a high-end storage item, and there are many potions of various kinds in it. Although many of the potions are unrecognizable and dare not open them randomly, the price of this belt alone is enough to make everyone a small fortune. Taking into account the other relics on his body, the average number of hundreds of people in the scout team After coming down, everyone can actually get nearly a thousand gold coins!
"I didn't expect this guy to have such a rich net worth, even though he is so poor that he doesn't have much money with him..." the old scout in charge of sorting sighed, "The legendary strong man is indeed a legendary strong man!"
"No matter how powerful the legend is, he is dead now." A young scout said disdainfully, "I didn't see how powerful he was!"
The old scout sneered: "I didn't see how powerful he was? Let me tell you, if the captain hadn't reacted quickly, discovered him in time, and used a secret method to improve his physical fitness to stop him, in just a short time, hundreds of us would have died. He died under his knife! Did you see that knife? That knife was given by the Orc Emperor after a certain generation of Altaïr assassinated a Holy Son of the Holy Angel Kingdom. It weighed twenty-eight pounds. , although it looks like an ordinary scimitar, it can actually cut through even heavy armor. If it were you who went up, you wouldn't even need a second sword. With one strike, you and your weapon would be cut into several pieces... "
The young scout couldn't hold his head up after being scolded by him. He rubbed his nose and smiled, immersed himself in his work and did not dare to reply.
Because they had to escort Altaïr's body, they took a detour that day and returned to Eagle Wing City.
After Viscount Eric inspected Altaïr's body and relics, he determined that the man who jumped out inexplicably and was killed by a group of scouts was the famous legendary assassin. He was overjoyed and smiled like a flower. . He immediately reported the good news to His Majesty Woods who was sitting on the front line through a magic message. King Woods was also overjoyed and ordered a large reward for the scout team and directly awarded Lien the title of baron.
"This is really an amazing grace!" Viscount Eric said to Lien, "Generally speaking, no matter how great the achievements of adventurers are, they must start from knights or even quasi-knights and be promoted little by little. You can He became a baron, which is an unprecedented honor!"
Leon looked excited and asked: "Then where is my fief? All nobles have fiefs, right?"
Viscount Eric was speechless at once - King Woods only talked about the title and didn't mention a word about the fiefdom. He probably planned to give the bumpkin a title in name only to fool this country bumpkin, or he planned to wait until the war was over to see what happened. effect. But he couldn't say this out loud, so he hesitated and made an excuse, saying: "Granting a fiefdom is a big deal. We will have to wait until His Majesty comes back and discuss it with the ministers before we can determine where you will go. But since you have been awarded a title, there will definitely be a fiefdom. Instead of thinking about this, why not give yourself a family name now."
"Family name?"
"Yes, nobles have family names. 'Lion' is just your name. Now that you have become a noble, in the future, everyone will have a name to call your family by in formal occasions and correspondence. ah."
Leon was secretly amused, but felt it was ironic. He thought for a while and said, "Then let's use 'Rye' as our family name. Lean Rye seems to be good too."
Viscount Eric suddenly felt as if he had eaten a fly. His nose, eyes, and mouth wrinkled together. He hesitated for a moment and advised: "The name Rye is a bit too vulgar. It doesn't sound like a human, but more like a dwarf." style of… "
"What's wrong with dwarf style?"
"... It's not that it's bad, it's..." Viscount Eric thought for a while before he found the reason. "In the future, you will definitely build a town on the fiefdom. When the time comes, you will usually name the town after your family name. But the name Rye Town has already been used by someone else. So let’s change it!”
Leon thought for a while and asked: "How about calling it 'Kill the Leopard'? I was canonized just because of my contribution to killing the leopard man. Let's commemorate this incident."
Viscount Eric really had nothing to say to this country bumpkin, so he dejectedly asked the clerk to write this down.
"By the way, why did the secretary change today?" Leon asked curiously.
"The previous secretary fell ill and died this morning." Viscount Eric said, "What a ghost!"
They didn't know that the secretary didn't die of illness at all, but was inspired by the curse hidden in his body to kill people and silence them.
After receiving the news of Altaïr's death, the orc intelligence officers concluded that there was something wrong with the scribe. Either he had been discovered, or he had changed his position. They felt that if it had not been for wrong intelligence to fall into a trap, the great legendary assassin would have been trapped. It is absolutely impossible to die at the hands of a mere group of scouts.
They couldn't do anything about the scouts who killed Altaïr, but they could do something about the scribe who provided wrong information, so the scribe "suddenly fell ill" and died.
Fortunately, his true identity has not been revealed—at least, not yet.
And that night, after a celebration banquet was held for Rean Shabao, Viscount Eric received the news that "a shamanic magic item used to transmit information to the orcs was found in the former secretary's home" on his way home.
At the banquet, Viscount Eric, who had been exhausted mentally and physically by the words and deeds of Baron Lean's country bumpkin, sighed deeply and felt that he was really, really tired...