This is the edge of the deep volcanic terrain.
If it is a player, this is a safe area that will not lose blood due to excessive heat for the time being, but for ordinary people, it is already beyond the scorching heat environment and a dangerous area where people can be evaporated to dryness.
But even so, there are still people who can act normally here, and even display terrifying combat effectiveness.
"This is the last mouse that trails us."
The assassin whose body was looming like a mirage drew the dagger from Simba's neck, and several front-line players including Shazu and Nana fell around him.
"Obviously all the traces have been cleaned up on the road, how did these guys find our whereabouts?" He murmured thoughtfully.
It seemed to him that they were a very strange bunch of guys.
They have a rather tricky ability for assassins - even if they are pierced through the vitals, they will not die instantly.
In addition, this group of people is also quite powerful even in the Faniya Silver Clerk Society. If it weren't for them not being able to keep up with their honed killing movements, it would take a lot of effort to kill these guys.
"Master Ramias, look!"
Another assassin behind him pointed at the corpse on the ground and exclaimed.
The assassin named Ramias lowered his head and found that the corpses of those players began to gradually dissipate into the air because the resurrection period had passed.
This reminded him of a passer-by who was casually killed on the road. The other party's outfit was as weird as these guys. At that time, he wiped his neck. Although he felt a little strange, he didn't confirm it out of confidence in his own skills. …
Presumably that guy confuses himself by pretending to be dead, so I called these strange people in some way, secretly stalking my team.
"Do you need to track down the origins of these guys?"
Ramias's subordinate asked in a low voice.
"No need, we don't have that idle time now... Don't forget our purpose." Ramias shook his head: "We are all destined to die on this land, but for our great vision, this level of sacrifice is necessary of!"
"Yes, I will follow you to the end." The subordinate also looked at him with reverence and nodded to him.
"Then hurry up and clean up the scene, don't leave any traces, and get ready to go after the last dinner!" Ramias waved his hand and ordered: "For our vision—"
But before he finished speaking, there was a sharp pause in his voice, and then he squinted his eyes and looked into the darkness where sparks were floating.
A moment later, a figure holding a sword slowly came out of the darkness.
"Although I didn't deliberately restrain my aura, my instinct before the battle is to gather it as much as possible... Don't have to be so serious, I'm just praising you." The man who came out of the darkness said slowly .
And Ramias looked at each other, but couldn't help feeling absurd.
The other party was wearing exquisite tanned leather armor. Although the leather armor on the gauntlet and left leg was obviously different from the body and helmet, it still couldn't conceal the rather luxurious feeling.
If that's all it is, that's all. After all, there are many mercenaries who can't afford a full set of equipment and are patched together.
But the problem is, the guy who appeared in front of them is a long gray eel head from the neck, in the night in the volcanic area, swaying with the sultry air, it looks very funny.
Ramias could roughly tell that it was a hood, but what made him unacceptable was, why did the other party wear such a strange hood? This is a great flaw in a duel between masters... Could it be to cover up his own head, making it difficult for him to judge where the opponent's real neck is
But this is not necessary, let alone a top assassin like myself, even an assassin who has just started for three to five months, as long as he can survive those dangerous missions, he will keep his eyes closed for the neck of the target can be inserted.
Because it was so weird, for a while, Ramias's aura of an assassin who had been tempered and condensed into one body was shaken...
The unexpected visitor shook his eel head and said to Ramias, "My children are taken care of by you. If you don't mind, can you tell me what you mean by 'great vision'?"
"Do it!"
Ramias felt that if he didn't do anything again, the assassins on his side would be serious, and the murderous aura gathered would be unable to sustain the collapse, so he simply shouted, intending to grab the upper hand.
A few assassins indistinctly approached the eel's head under the cover of the night, and then drew out their poisonous daggers to directly assassinate the funny uninvited guest.
But just in the blink of an eye, the other party pulled out a long sword from nowhere, easily blocked those gleaming sharp blades, and knocked them all down to the ground!
Ramias was shocked, and realized that the opponent was different from those players just now, and was a real master!
"Question: Who are you?" After avoiding the attacks of the assassins who came close to him and replaced their weapons with fist blades, the opponent used a long sword full of runes to cut across their skin, leading out of the way. At the same time as the blood marks, he said softly.
Ramias snorted softly. From himself to his followers, this army was carefully selected. They all enthusiastically agreed with the great vision of Feniya Silver Oak Club, and they were comrades who would sacrifice their lives in the end. It's just that this kind of playful flesh and blood wounds can't get any information from them!
However, to his surprise, the wounded assassin actually spoke: "We are members of the Fania Silver Oak Club..."
"What are you doing, Ned!"
Ramias shouted.
The assassin who spoke was taken aback for a moment, then his whole face twisted, and he rushed towards the eel's head: "How dare you—"
But his fatal blow didn't have any effect, the opponent just avoided his attack as easily as dancing, and used the sword full of runes to slash at his back again like a massacre. a wound.
"Question: What are you doing here?"
"Of course I'm looking for the Fire Worship Saintess... Uhhhhh!"
The assassin first replied subconsciously, then came back to his senses, howled and pierced the dagger into his throat, preventing himself from continuing.
"It's a pity that I couldn't finish listening to your purpose." Mufasa looked at the dead assassin with regret, and he gently wiped off the blood on the blade: "However, there are still a lot of swords left. Let's keep fighting."
"Are you a devil!"
Ramias cursed bitterly.
"What nonsense are you talking about, you are bosses," Mufasa said without hesitation, "We are the ones who are just!"