"Are you sure that the followers of the Lady of the Night will evacuate the royal city in the near future? What's the point of waiting here?"
"Why do you care so much? We are just asking for food. Since the noble lord wants us to wait here, just wait here. We can just settle down and get things done. Do you understand?"
Outside the royal city, in an abandoned inn not far from the main road of the royal city, the abandoned inn that had been deserted for a long time was now hearing conversations again.
A dozen guys dressed in rags, who looked like deserters who escaped from the battlefield, stayed in the abandoned inn that was covered with dust and damaged in many places.
Surprisingly, these guys who look very bad in strength are basically high-level trainee knights and formal knights.
They took turns paying attention to the carriages passing by outside the inn window. The two people who were responsible for observing at the moment were talking to each other.
"I just think there is no point in waiting like this. Isn't there an exact time when the people from the Nash Night Church will leave the city?" The guy who was the first to ask the question emphasized his thoughts.
"The information given by those nobles is that the Night Church will choose to evacuate recently. As for where they collected the information, it is unclear, but isn't the underground intelligence organization called "Darknet" very prosperous recently? It is most likely from Got it there.”
The guy next to me who had refuted once thought about it for a while and finally gave the answer to his companion.
"Then let's do it. I don't know what the strength of the Night Church is. Even though I have been doing murder for so many years, this is the first time I have done something so blatantly near the royal city..."
After the question was answered, the guy who asked the question stopped talking nonsense. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a match on the window sill, put it in his mouth and smoked it. It was obvious that he was still very nervous. of.
"Who is not? Even though the masters of the noble investigation team said that we only need to pretend to be soldiers who have just retired from the battlefield."
"If we "just happen" to encounter the evacuation team of the Church of the Night on the way back to the Royal City, there will happen to be a conflict, and we will just make a mistake and kill this group of guys who are mistaken for Severantan agents, even if they are near the Royal City, they will take action to protect them. Get off ours.”
"But who knows whether these guys can keep their word? How little of their untrustworthiness has been revealed? If they kill us all together, they will probably die without any evidence."
Seeing his companion taking out his cigarette and puffing on it, the guy next to him couldn't help but start to smoke his cigarette as well, talking while smoking.
"Damn it, it's not like we are greedy. As long as we get this money, we will be able to avoid having to lick blood for a long time."
He hit the window sill hard, feeling angry that he couldn't resist the temptation of such a huge sum of money and took the risk.
"Wait, stop talking nonsense, it's a signal, that carriage!"
The companion's words suddenly interrupted the other guy's complaint. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the royal city. On the towering city wall, there were rhythmic flashes of light. That was a signal to the group of people responsible for the ambush. The target coming.
On the main road leaving the royal city, a large carriage with a carriage much larger than ordinary carriages was traveling at a speed that was not too fast. The tall and strong horses pulling the carriage took heavy and powerful steps. The car is driving on the road.
Sitting in the driver's seat was a ferocious-looking orc who was driving the carriage in this direction with concentration.
"Orcs drive? You should be right. Only the Church of Night, which is mixed with many other races, chooses to use orcs to pull the cart. Everyone, get ready."
The two people who were observing by the window alerted the other people who were repairing in the abandoned inn. These mercenaries, who were hired by the noble investigation team and had the acquiescence of the royal family, quickly adjusted from the state of repairing, withdrew from the abandoned inn through the secret passage, and laid an ambush. We arrived at the only path that a carriage traveling at a moderate speed must pass.
Although they are not a regular army, to be able to accept the commission from the noble investigation team, the strength of these mercenaries can definitely be said to have been experienced in many battles. They can act quickly, get along with each other in a short period of time, and find a cooperative partner. point.
In this kind of mission, the most taboo thing is to distrust each other. Even if they are strangers, for the reward of this mission, in the next actions, they will unconditionally give their trust to these "mission partners".
A dozen formal knights and trainee knights wearing seemingly tattered armor, but actually with high-quality inner armor, acted quickly. Taking advantage of their physical fitness to run faster than the carriage in a short distance, they got there first. The target carriage reached the edge of the forest outside the royal city in one step.
"The Silent Nodule Scroll, as well as the herbal powder used to eliminate strange smells, one for each person. When the raid is launched, attack directly with all your strength. Don't give the opponent a chance to react. Although the intelligence says that the strength of the Night Church is not considered You are very strong, but you must not be careless, understand."
One of the men who had been standing guard by the window took out several silencing magic scrolls and several small glass jars filled with white powder from his backpack and handed them to the other mercenaries.
The mercenaries took the things, tore open the scrolls, and smeared the white powder from head to toe. The magic wave vibrated slightly, eliminating their own sounds and the sounds made by the collision with the surrounding vegetation.
The white powder covered up the other smells on them with a special smell similar to "odorless".
No longer able to communicate with their voices, the mercenaries made a few gestures to each other, silently looking for a hiding place to hide, and focused their attention entirely on the carriage approaching the edge of the forest in the distance.
The "click" did not actually make a sound. It was the sound that the alchemist's crossbow should have made when pulling the string. Under the action of the silencer scroll, the mercenary's movements did not make any other sounds.
"One strike, take down the orc driver first. If the orc driver starts to go berserk, it will be really troublesome."
Silently muttering to himself, the precision alchemist crossbow in his hand was covered with a layer of fighting spirit. This was the inner potential of this official knight, the power of the strong wind.
When the first crossbow arrow is fired, it will be followed by several invisible piercing arrows formed by high-pressure airflow. It seems that the first crossbow arrow is a killing move. In fact, the crossbow arrows condensed by the invisible high-pressure airflow will It's the real fatal thing.
"Bang!" The sound of the silent bow string being released sounded after the mercenary pulled the trigger of the crossbow in his hand. The exquisite and complex mechanisms fit into each other, and the explosive force of this special assassination hand crossbow was shot. The first physical crossbow arrow will determine the power of the air piercing arrows hidden in the next few "force of wind".
"Whoosh!" When the spinning crossbow arrow flew out of the range of the silent barrier, it immediately made a violent sound that rubbed against the air, sharp and ear-piercing.
This shows how amazingly powerful this crossbow arrow is. The specially weighted front arrow will explode with extremely powerful destructive power at high speeds. An ordinary iron plate half a finger thick will be easily destroyed and penetrated by this arrow.
The following several invisible airflow piercing arrows that simultaneously emitted sharp whistling sounds were even more powerful than the physical crossbow arrows.
From the moment the crossbow arrow hit the orc driving the car, the mercenary knew that this blow would kill the orc.
Eamon raised his head instantly after hearing the sharp and harsh sound of friction in the air. The green pupils in his eyes turned into blood red in less than a quarter of a second. The orc's natural ability was violent.
But Eamon's speed was still a beat slower than the speed of this sudden crossbow arrow. The silent barrier was really suitable for this extremely powerful crossbow arrow used for assassination.
If the attack cannot be detected in advance, the power of the hidden "force of wind" on the attacking side is really too shocking.
The fast-flying crossbow arrows had already reached the outside of Emon's eye sockets the next moment Emon completed his rage. After the rage, Emon, who had the physical strength to touch the threshold of the great knight, had no time to raise his hand to block it.
The next moment, the crossbow arrow hit Eamon in the head.
But what sounded was not the sound of the arrow entering the flesh, but an extremely high-frequency friction sound. The rotating arrow seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier and was forcibly stopped on the outside of Eamon's body.
The spinning arrow bounced away after a second or so of collision, lost its strength, and was defeated in the confrontation with the barrier covering Eamon's body.
Several air piercing arrows generated by the "power of the wind" also began to come into contact with this barrier. The rapidly rotating air flow showed strong penetrating power when it collided with this solid layer of protection.
Several piercing airflow arrows continued to destroy the barrier. Finally, after a few moments of stalemate, the barrier shattered...
The piercing air arrow that successfully broke through one barrier was greeted by another barrier, and the two began a new round of confrontation.
The destructive power of the "power of the wind" cannot be underestimated. After it penetrated a barrier, its strength decreased slightly, but it still penetrated another barrier before dissipating.
However, after the broken barrier was another layer of barrier, and the power of these air-piercing arrows finally dissipated the moment it came into contact with the third layer of barrier.
The moment the air piercing arrow dissipated, Amon, who had locked onto the direction of the attack, had already rushed out for a while. The orc with blood-red eyes needed a target to vent his killing instinct.
The enemy who tried to kill him, but without the existence of the eight-layer mana shield on his body, would have succeeded, is the best target.
Yes, there is a reason why Eamon sits so conspicuously and does not seem to have any protection. His body surface is covered with eight layers of third-level mana shields. One of his functions is to attract those who have long been foreseen. Ambusher's firepower.
This eight-layer third-level mana shield was attached to the mana shield scroll that his "stingy" goblin boss took out from the corner of the Chamber of Commerce warehouse in the royal city that could not be sold. Who knows how much this death-fearing goblin had hidden to save his life? This time, it actually played a huge role.
How could the mercenary who was shooting have thought of how terrifying Eamon's defense was at this moment? He had never considered the possibility that the orc driver could fight back without being affected at all after being attacked. This fact was beyond his expectation. decided his life or death.
Turning on the berserk, with his physical fitness touching the threshold of the Great Knight, how fast Eamon was at this moment may only be known to the mercenary who was pressed on the head in shock.
As soon as his eyes flashed, the figure of the orc was already in front of him, and his whole head was pressed by the orc's rough hands. He felt the pain of being squeezed violently, causing his skull to crack.
But the next moment, he no longer felt any pain. The pain dissipated together with his head, which exploded into a pulp after being pressed to the ground.
This sudden scene shocked all the mercenaries in the ambush. They never thought that the members of the Night Church would be informed of the ambush by the Blade of Night in advance.
It seems that this group of mercenaries is preparing to intercept the convoy of the Night Church. In fact, the Night Church has been fully prepared and is waiting for these interceptors to show up.
"!" The other mercenaries had not fully recovered from the impact of one of their companions having his head blown off by the orc pulling the cart in an instant. The second round of attacks from the carriage had already arrived.
To Wenna, the elf ranger, these ambushers who concealed their smells, blocked their sounds, and suppressed the surrounding vegetation were completely visible to her.
Singing the syllables called the "secret language of nature" softly in his mouth, the vegetation grew explosively under the power of the elf rangers alone, and the thick vines caught off guard the ambushers hidden among the trees. Some of the limbs are bound and locked.
The force is not very strong, and it only takes a little force to break free. However, this delay makes it extremely deadly under the attack of several formal knights who jumped out of the carriage and an orc who has turned on his rage. .
The sword blade in Gilbert's hand was covered by his inner potential. After becoming blurred, it passed through the main trunk of a thick tree without any delay, and killed the ambusher hiding behind the trunk with one strike.
The orc Emon was more direct, rushing into the woods, ignoring the obstruction of vegetation and trees, and completely destroying everything in the way. As long as he encountered an ambusher, he would use his crushing strength to break his neck and smash him. Rotten skull.
The few official knights who jumped down after Gilbert were all good players in the Night Blade's combat team. Those mercenaries who thought they were well hidden could be discovered immediately with just a little identification.
With the basic physical fitness of a formal knight, coupled with the potential to cooperate with each other, dealing with these mercenaries who although the temporary trust and cooperation are good, but have not actually been run-in in long-term cooperation, is simply a dimensionality reduction attack.
The long sword was stained with blood, hot blood spattered wantonly, and the painful wails were buried by the silencing scrolls of the mercenaries themselves. In a short period of time, the counterattack against the interception was over.
All the mercenaries who were preparing for a sudden attack had died in the woods, and their bodies were buried by the growing vegetation.
Wenna raised her long bow, fully drawn it, and pointed it at the distance. There was a guy running away in panic, running away from here in a panic.
An emerald green luster covered the arrows, and the Elf Ranger's shots would not let go of any enemy within range.
Just as he was about to shoot the fatal arrow, Gilbert, who was walking beside him, stopped the upcoming attack.
"Ms. Wenna, let him go. He should be a member of the royal family responsible for observation. Although we were nominally the Night Blade's convoy to perform a mission in a nearby village, as you can see, we were still recognized and ambushed. Let him go back."
"Won't he expose you?" Wenna was not stubborn, she immediately put down the long bow in her hand, gave up on shooting the fleeing being, and just asked.
"Of course it will, but this is also one of our purposes. This can also be regarded as a statement. We at Night Blade have already learned about the actions of the royal family and nobles against the Night Church, and we will not allow such a thing to happen."
Gilbert's tone was serious and extremely serious.
"...Do you want to express your stance? Thank you." Wenna was silent for a moment. She understood what Gilbert meant. The purpose of letting the observer go was to expose the role of the Night Blade in this counterattack. existence, the Night Edge's statement is that they stand with the Night Church.
"We make great partners, don't we?"
Gilbert smiled. He cooperated very well with the Church of Night in the Shadow of the King's City. The Church of the Night provided a lot of help to the Blade of Night's operations in the Shadow of the King's City. Gilbert also liked the prosperous area of the Shadow of the King's City. The atmosphere of a gathering place.
"May the Lady of the Night bless you, goodbye."
Gilbert performed a blessing ceremony used by the Night Church. Since he was saved from spiritual pollution by the prayer communication network last time, he has become a very devout believer in the Lady of the Night.
Wenna gave the same blessing, and then the members of the Night Blade said goodbye to the first batch of Night Church believers who left the royal city this time. The two waves separated here.
