The time is midnight…
On a hillside thousands of meters away from the slave camp, a certain branch of a thousand-year-old pine was sinking abnormally. The snow covering the long branch suddenly revealed two shallow footprints. Look carefully. It seems that these two footprints are still slowly changing their shape and depth. This can only mean one thing... that is, the owner of the footprints has not left, he is still hiding and lurking here...
Paramir, the ace secret agent who belongs to the dark guild "Black Tongue", had a mission completion rate of 95% before, and the minimum mission reward amount has been increased to 500 gold coins. Before that, he had been complaining that the difficulty of this mission was too low and that it was really not challenging. After all, the mission authorization letter simply stated the name and identity of the mission target. The specific mission content was not something as difficult as assassination or investigating secrets, but just monitoring their movements. Paramir originally turned down this novice-level mission without hesitation, but he changed his mind after he saw the name of the mission target.
Gloria? Xiuwen…
This name has caused quite a stir in the imperial capital of Montenegro recently. A stunningly beautiful young man who has the ability to compete for the title of the new generation's number one beauty in the imperial capital. He is suspected to be a direct blood relative of Count Amanda, the emperor's favorite and lover, the newly recognized adopted son of the legendary hero Imperial Marshal Retusus, and a ruthless and blasphemous shooter. …
There are so many sensitive topics that can cause a stir in the city no matter who they are. What's more, they are all concentrated on one person. This is Gloria Xiuwen, the new center of the storm in the imperial capital of Montenegro.
Paramir immediately changed his mind and accepted the task that successfully aroused his interest. While still on the Hercules airship, Paramir had already discovered many colleagues who had the same mission goals as him, and some of them were even his old acquaintances. From these people, Paramir was able to guess several big figures hiding behind the scenes, including the Imperial Prime Minister Buckingham, General Zod, Lao Mentu, Barcelona, Duke Oga...
Paramir suddenly became interested in the true identity of his employer, even though he knew it was unethical. In fact, he didn't need to delve into this issue. Or it should be said that he did not dare to "really know" the answer to this question, because the special mission prop given to him by his employer, with the deliberately scratched off markings on it, already spoke volumes. For an experienced old spy like Paramir, it is not difficult at all to distinguish the original appearance of the emblem... It is the emblem belonging to the imperial royal family.
Of course, the imperial family has its own secret service. The huge intelligence agency "Golden Bird" controlled by the Golden Bird family, which is loyal to the royal family, has a strength that is beyond the reach of ordinary dark guilds. Logically speaking, it is impossible to hire the "Black Tongue" to serve it in a roundabout way, but Pa Ramil absolutely believed in his own eyes and believed in his own judgment even more, which could only explain one problem. His employer wanted to conceal his identity, so he couldn't directly use the Royal Secret Service.
Just when Paramir was almost lost in thought, the vigilance instinct he had cultivated over the years suddenly issued a warning. Paramir quickly gathered his thoughts and secretly blamed himself for making such a stupid mistake even though he was already the ace of the guild. He did not panic and expose himself, but instead used his shadow fighting energy to the extreme, further eliminating his sense of existence, completely integrating himself into the night, and at the same time infinitely amplifying his sensory intuition. It is no exaggeration to say that at this time, the trajectory of even a snowflake is under his control.
This is the forest and snowfield, with thick snow and cotton, and the sky is constantly falling with light snow. It has great restrictions on mobile searches, but it is very beneficial for targets that have been stationary and hidden. Paramir does not believe that in this environment There are still people who can approach me without leaving any trace.
A long time passed, and Paramir finally began to wonder whether the intuitive warning just now was just an illusion. Although this situation is rare, it is not impossible. After all, spying is a very sensitive and delicate profession, and you will be frightened by the slightest disturbance nearby, not to mention that you were distracted just now.
Thinking of this, Paramir finally decided not to waste time anymore. Start performing your own tasks. This was another thing he complained about and regretted a lot recently. This mission was far more difficult than he imagined. The target of his mission, the beautiful young man named Gloria, didn't know why his head was so crazy, but he hid in a slave training camp belonging to the Dragoon Regiment as soon as he came to the Black Forest. This was nothing at first. Even the dragoons responsible for guarding the training camp later withdrew, but I don't know what happened later. The slaves in the war slave camp ran out of the camp as soon as they had nothing to do, and then dug three feet into the ground to search every corner of the nearby forest, even tree holes and frozen lakes. The result was that all of a sudden Several spies who got too close and had no time to hide were discovered by them and taken into the war slave camp. Seeing the group of demihuman slaves drooling and gleefully, one can imagine their fate. Therefore, all the surviving spies, including Paramir, had to restrain themselves and did not dare to approach the target easily. Later, several spies had the courage to sneak into the war slave camp late at night, but they also never returned. The war slave camp was like the gate of the abyss, exuding an aura that no one should approach.
It took Paramir two full days to slowly move to the current hiding place. The terrain here is high and dense with trees, and the location is not conspicuous. It just overlooks most of the area in the war slave camp.
Paramir slowly took out a slender cylindrical object from his clothes. This was a new type of military equipment smuggled // from the Kuxiong Principality. It was invented by the dwarf alchemist Vegapunk and was called " The magical equipment of "Telescope", it does not need to install any magic array, does not need to be blessed with any divine magic, it can achieve part of the "far sight" or "Eagle Eye" with just a few specially polished crystal flakes visual enhancement effect. Although the shadow fighting spirit also has the ability to enhance vision, and the effect is better, the fluctuations of the fighting spirit are difficult to hide from the sensory intuition of some strong people. Paramir has already significantly increased the difficulty of this task in his heart. After all, it has already been Some of the acquaintances and spies who were carried away were not inferior to him in strength.
Under the magical little cylinder, Paramir finally saw the scene in the war slave camp, an extremely terrifying and shocking scene.
Hundreds of demi-human slaves lined up in a neat queue, uniformly raising their right fists and roaring loudly. Seeing the surging and wild momentum, seeing the enthusiastic eyes like a fanatical believer... What kind of war slave cannon fodder is this? It is clearly an iron-blooded legion that has both military spirit and military spirit, and is swearing allegiance to its leader. The person who accepted the oath of worship from this iron-blooded legion was the target of his mission, the beautiful young second-generation ancestor Gloria Xiuwen who stirred up the turmoil in the imperial capital with her appearance and life experience.
Behind Gloria, the tall and ferocious one-eyed ogre stood proudly. He held a large flag high in his hand, with a huge black palm print printed on the scarlet paint surface.
Black Hand Blood Flag…
"Oh my god~~~! What did I see? That child, he completely tamed... no, conquered a group of demi-human slaves of different races. Retusus sent him here for this... Is it because of this talent that he was chosen by the legendary hero and adopted as his adopted son? But... what's the point of Retusus training these demi-human slaves? Isn't his dragoon regiment the most powerful in the continent? A powerful force? Except for the small number of people... yes, the number of people. If Retusus's army can even make up for the weakness of the small number of people, wouldn't it be... Could it be that... does he want to... plot... rebellion? …”
Paramir, who thought he had grasped the "truth", became more excited the more he thought about it. Of course, these were just his personal thoughts. The only task of a spy was to send what he saw and heard to his employer. As for how to judge , but it is not his task to analyze its connotation. Thinking of this, Paramir finally didn't care about hiding his figure. He took out a small metal magic device and pointed one side at the camp where Gron was. This magic device could directly transmit the image it illuminated. To the employer far away, of course this is the special mission prop given to him by the employer. As long as all these magical images are transmitted back, this troublesome mission will be over.
The magic circuits on the metal magic device lit up one after another, and Paramir suddenly became a little nervous. However, considering that this place is thousands of meters away from the war slave camp, it is even far beyond the warning of the war king level powerhouse. multiples of the range. He himself was in extreme stealth mode. Even if the magic device would emit a little light, it would be nothing under the moonlight reflected on the snow. When the last magic lines of the metal magic guide also completely lit up, and began to turn dim. Paramir's tense heart finally relaxed...
With a "Puff" sound, a jet-black blade that was not stained by blood appeared under Paramir's eyes. Looking at the faint green light at the tip of the blade, he suddenly wondered what the poison-coated blade was. How did it appear? After a moment, he realized that it was stabbed from his back. The sharp blade that pierced the heart and then stabbed out from the chest, in other words...
He is dead.
A dark and slender hand emerged from nothingness. She gently dragged Paramir's limp body and placed it on the branch. Then she grabbed the metal magic device and skillfully rubbed it a few times. The illuminated magic lines were completely destroyed.
The figure of Black Lake appeared behind Paramir. She carefully took out a small magic pattern leather bag and carefully poured the starry blue powder contained in it onto Paramir's body. Colorless flames rose up and quickly spread over the entire corpse. In less than a few seconds, all traces of the Black Tongue's royal spies were completely wiped away, including the valuable metal magic guide. However, when the dark elf girl picked up the "telescope", she hesitated and failed to throw it into the flames before the colorless and lightless flames were completely extinguished. But Black Lake didn't seem to care. She picked up the telescope and put it on her right eye. The next moment, Gronn's exquisite face seemed to be close to her eyes. The dark elf girl stared at it almost obsessed. Suddenly, Gronn The corners of his eyes moved, and his pupils were directly facing Black Lake. The dark elf was so frightened that he quickly took off his telescope, looking frightened. However, the panic soon disappeared, and Black Lake looked at the war slave fiercely. In the direction of the camp, he lightly stamped his feet, and the next moment his body disappeared into the darkness again... (~^~)
PS: Three hundred chapters already? Remember it.
Once again, I would like to thank all the book friends for their support and encouragement, and thank the book friends for their absolutely calm reward. So that Hei couldn't even find an excuse to be lazy and take a rest.