The replaced person only caught Brian's two swords, and the weapon was directly picked up.
Rather than being part of the patrol team, they were more of a group of gangsters, Brian thought angrily, other than blackmail and extortion, what did these people do? He and the greyhound meticulously carried out the tasks assigned by the lord, and became the outliers in the team.
But... it happened to be this group of trash, this group of scum who did not hesitate to harm the town in order to take refuge in the fortress, killed the greyhound and used extremely despicable means.
Unforgivable!
He slashed the neck of his terrified opponent with his sword—
At this moment, a black shadow stabbed out from the target, approaching Brian's heart in the blink of an eye. This blow was too subtle, and when he noticed it, it was too late to block.
In desperation, he slammed on the ground, his body bounced back, and a stinging pain came from his chest at the same time.
After rolling for two laps and standing up, Brian immediately assumed a defensive posture. The sneak attack with the sword just pierced his coat and skin, but fortunately there was no serious problem. The key is whoever stabs the sword! He had the impression that no guy in the patrol team possessed such swordsmanship.
"Huh? You actually dodged," the man pushed away his teammate who lost his weapon and stepped forward.
By the firelight, Brian realized that he didn't know him at all—he was not tall, but his hands were so overgrown that they were almost knee-level when they hung down. The face was also unfamiliar, and Brian swore he had never seen this face.
"You're not on the patrol... Who the hell are you?"
Although I don't have much dealings with the five people next door, people always recognize it. The guy in front of him obviously replaced one of them, and followed the team into the castle. It's not surprising that they didn't find it when they were on their way in the middle of the night, but it was impossible for them to fail to find the fierce scar. Since they are not surprised by this, there is only one explanation, this guy was specially arranged by Fierce Scar.
"You've already guessed the answer, so why ask me?" He smiled nonchalantly, "You're going to die soon anyway."
"Damn, he hurt me!" Fierce Scar said bitterly, "Poisonous snake, chop off his hands and feet, I will slowly drain his blood!"
"It's a pity, Mr. Hills, I have to give priority to the task given by the earl."
Before he could finish his sentence, the guy called the poisonous snake bullied him. The angle of his shot was tricky and weird, and with his extremely long arms, Brian was caught in a hard fight for a while, and was forced to retreat again and again, and he couldn't find a counterattack at all. Chance.
Careless! Brian became a little anxious. After playing in the underground passage for so long, should the people above notice it
Originally intended to avenge the Greyhound personally, but now I only hope to hold on for a little longer, waiting for His Royal Highness's personal guard knights to come to encircle and suppress this group of villains.
"You seem to be expecting something," the viper suddenly paused to attack, "I guess it's to wait for the prince's people to rescue you? Unfortunately, this kind of stone castle is different from the usual taverns and inns. Those wooden shelves When you come out of the room, when someone is having fun, the entire floor will creak. As long as you close the door here, even if you tear your throat and shout, you won't hear anything from above."
Brian couldn't help being startled when he was told that he had an idea in the center, and the viper was waiting for this opportunity. He kept his sword down to paralyze his opponent, and raised his other hand slightly, triggering the trigger of the crossbow hidden in his sleeve.
A crossbow arrow only the length of an index finger was shot from the cuff, and Brian only heard the gentle humming of the machine string, and the arrow had sunk into his lungs.
The unbearable pain suddenly exploded in his chest, and Brian threw a long sword at the poisonous snake that rushed up, turned and ran back. But blood seeping from his lungs quickly poured into his windpipe, making it difficult for him to breathe. Before he could run far, Brian tripped over the threshold and stumbled to the ground.
The poisonous snake hurried to catch up, trying to kill the opponent, but was barred by the fierce scar.
"Let me come," he gritted his teeth, "I'm going to let this guy know what's going to happen when he stabs me!"
A cold color flashed on the viper's face, but he finally stepped aside, "Be quick, don't forget our business."
Fierce Scar pulled Brian's hair and growled at him, "Trust me, you will die painfully."
Brian wanted to spit blood on the other person's face, but all his strength was drained like water, and he knew that he didn't have much time left to live. The regrets of the past flooded into my heart one after another, such as the wife I had not yet met, and the unfulfilled dream of a knight. But the saddest thing is... not being able to avenge the Greyhound.
Wait, what is that
He blinked, and there was a woman sitting on the box in front of him. Although the appearance of the other party could not be clearly seen in the dim light, her exquisite figure showed that she was undoubtedly a woman.
Hell, is this an illusion... When he fell into this room, he didn't see anyone inside. Could it be that the gods in heaven heard his complaints and created an illusion to comfort him
"Hey, you are playing so lively in other people's territory, and you plan to kill people in front of me, I'm afraid it's not suitable, right?"
Bright only felt Scar's hand shake, and he loosened his hair violently. There was a sound of weapons being unsheathed from the surroundings, and several loud shouts sounded at the same time, "Who are you!?"
Their reaction was too... Wait a minute, Brian thought vaguely, wasn't what he saw an hallucination
"Of course I'm from here," the woman jumped from the barrel and bent over to pat the dust on her robe. In the dim firelight, Brian saw a peculiar pattern embroidered on her robe—three juxtaposed triangles, and a huge eye inlaid in the center. The contours of the eyes were lit up with a little golden light under the firelight.
"What about you? A rat that slipped in through the gutter?" Her voice was crisp and sweet, but not emotional. It doesn't make sense... No one should be so calm when they see a murder scene.
The poisonous snake also realized this. With a solemn expression, he slowly circled to the opponent's side, and suddenly raised his sword and stabbed straight.
The woman didn't even turn her head, she waved her hand lightly. The poisonous snake didn't even see her weapon, but only felt a cold wind blowing across his body.
With a scream, Fierce Scar's eyes widened in disbelief. He saw the poisonous snake rush up and back quickly, but the place where the sword was originally held was empty.
His arm, along with the sword, fell to the ground.
Fear immediately grabbed Fierce Scar's throat. Others might not know it, but he knew the details of the poisonous snake very well. "The shot is ruthless, cunning and dangerous." This is the count's evaluation of this person. Those who can be favored and recruited by the Earl are definitely not to be underestimated, and even Brian can hardly survive his attack for half an hour. But now, he was casually struck by a woman, cutting off his entire arm.
"What are you still doing, go and kill her!" The poisonous snake shouted while holding the wound.
Brian, who had lost too much blood, began to blur his vision, and he heard cluttered footsteps everywhere, the sound of weapons colliding, and… the muffled sound of a human body falling to the ground. In the end what happened? He rolled his eyes hard and looked forward—
Then the patrol captain saw a picture he couldn't understand.
The figure of the woman was like a ghost, she walked among the crowd, disappearing and appearing from time to time. Every attack will penetrate the enemy's vitals. Rather than fighting, it is better to say dancing. He has never seen someone who can wield a killing weapon so rhythmically, and the sword shadows fly up and down, drawing incredible trajectories. The people around were nothing but clumsy clowns in comparison. They fought back in vain, and fell in vain... In the end, she was the only one left standing proudly.
That was the last thing Brian saw before he lost consciousness.