Cervantes fell to the ground, watched as the frost-covered ground was engulfed in flames again, and the mage who had reverted to his original form was burned by the flames, and then slowly watched as the flames spread on the ground burned away, leaving only gravel and crystals that reflected the light.

The black dragon turned into a human form, and after pushing back the bone that penetrated the epidermis and exposed the outside, he began to use the [Hybrid Element] to heal his injuries.

Fire elemental beings without any intelligence followed their desire to survive and ran to the 'woods' five hundred feet away, because there were still sparks 'surviving' in the ashes there.

Cervantes drained the magic and elements around him, but he had already returned the energy.

His body was still emitting heat that could burn the human body, so he wasn't going anywhere now.

Until now, the wanderer has not appeared-

When Juggernaut died, he did not appear;

When the warrior monk died, he did not appear;

The Ranger, the Warrior, and the Mage are all dead, and he still hasn't appeared......

Cervantes wondered if the wanderer had just run away when he saw the odds, just like he had done last time he had been assassinated by the All-Seeing Eye.

When the mage saw that the situation was not good, he gave the order for the surviving men to escape, but this time it was different, it was clear that he was seriously injured and even near death.

Cervantes couldn't figure it out, he couldn't understand why the wanderer didn't reappear until the end of the battle.

Not only that, but now that I think about it, that mage didn't even think about the existence of the wanderer when he cast the spell.

That is, did the wanderer really escape?

Cervantes shook his head and walked out of the bunker.

After the earth elemental was extracted by him, the land turned into a pile of sand, and everything that was supposed to be was gone, and it became a dead land without any life.

It's not just that the woods here are burned, but unless there is a druid or a priest of the goddess of life to improve the environment, there will never be life here, it will not be able to be planted, trees will not grow, and even the leylines will bypass it, and it will become a veritable 'dead land'.

The black dragon dragged his tired body out of this sand pit step by step.

With a radius of five hundred feet, Cervantes was not in the center, but with his current body, it took him a while to get out of the bunker.

Standing on the edge of the bunker and resting for a while, Cervantes wanted to leave early.

The battle here is so loud that someone will definitely come to investigate, and with his current condition, even if he just encounters a 'transcendent' like the team just now, he can be killed.

Now he is too weak, not only because he has just started a [Legendary Posture] battle, but the injuries on his body are too serious, although he is not to the point of dying, but it is indeed not much better.

The mage's [Smashing Palm] didn't cause him much damage, but it was a nine-ring spell after all, and Cervantes was seriously injured, and there was also a reason for this spell.

After a short rest, the black dragon took another step and walked towards the woods, which had become charred and ashes...... Or rather, the woods that once were.

Now, in either direction, the trees have turned into a single piece of charcoal, and with a little force, the charcoal will shatter.

Click!

The black dragon stepped on a piece of coke that had not yet burned out, and sparks suddenly flew under his feet.

He turned off the flame aura and restrained the heat, and as soon as he left, the two fire elemental beings immediately pounced, greedily absorbing the last embers, and when the coke was completely extinguished, they immediately stared at each other, driven by the desire to survive, and started a fight.

The heat rushed behind him, but Cervantes didn't look back, he just walked through the charcoal forest with his eyes half-open.

Kicking the charred black bones of an animal that didn't have time to escape, the black dragon pursed his lips and sighed in a low voice: "I'm sorry......"

He didn't stop for the skeleton, even though there were some of the same corpses at his feet and in front of him.

It was his mistake, and if he hadn't taken the goddess of fortune into the woods and tried to avoid those eyeliners, none of the animals would have died.

Although it was those who were the first to attack, it was he who killed these animals, so it was his mistake and he would not deny it!

But again, he won't stop because of this little bit of guilt.

Someone is still waiting for him to go back......

The wanderer clenched his dagger, his face expressionless, unable to tell what was going on in his heart.

He watched silently, and in front of him was the scene of the black dragon slowly approaching.

All around him was gray, the sky, the earth, all gray, even he himself was dyed gray.

This is commonly known as the 'Shadow Realm', that is, the 'Shadow Plane', through which the Wanderer travels through the shadows.

Their mission had already been accomplished, from the moment the black dragon was seriously injured, their mission had been accomplished.

But none of them could escape, and after being targeted by the black dragon, only he had a chance to escape.

The wanderer had the option to escape, but he didn't, he stayed here, and he had to wait for the last perfect opportunity!

"Last Chance ......"

One last glance at the dagger in his hand, the wanderer's gray aura was even more......

In order to wait for this opportunity, he spent too much power to spy on the black dragon's movements.

He watched the warriors and mages who could not escape die in battle, and from the beginning of the battle until then, he had not found a single opportunity, not even a chance to severely damage the black dragon!

The difficulty of assassinating the black dragon was about the same as the difficulty of assassinating a legendary warrior monk, and as an assassin, the wanderer could see at first glance that the black dragon was very sentient, and the information provided by the organization also showed that his guess was correct.

He only had one chance......

As an assassin, not a killer, the Wanderer is well aware of what 'only one chance' means.

Even if you may die, even if you give everything or even your own life, you can't kill the other party, but you still have to act, you still have to stab that dagger!

The 'Assassins' had no rules, they were all made up by laymen, and the wanderers only knew that if they wanted to become an Assassin, they had to be prepared to lose their lives.

In other words, that's –

As long as you can 'assassinate even if you lose your life', then whoever you are can become an 'assassin'!

Whether it's a single assassination or a thousand assassinations, as long as you are prepared, you are an 'assassin' - no matter what the method, no matter whether the assassination is successful or not, the most important thing for an assassin is to be able to ignore his own life!

Every assassination is a 'death', and as long as you become an assassin, don't think 'you must go back alive'......

The loiterer clenched the dagger.

'Here ......,' he said to himself in his heart.

The wanderer gives up thinking because thinking makes him hold back and makes him fearful...... And he is an 'assassin'!

Cervantes's eyes were half-open, obviously exhausted, but even when he saw the tired appearance of the black dragon through the plane, the wanderer still didn't make a move.

Even, the black dragon passed by him!

The loiterer forced himself to close his eyes because he was afraid of being discovered, afraid of being discovered before launching an assassination...... So, he closed his eyes!

Then, he opened his eyes again, slowly turned his head, and looked at the black dragon that was also moving slowly, and the golden runes on the dagger suddenly lit up—

'Assassin', quietly raised the dagger......

'I'm dead!' said the wanderer to himself at the moment of his strike, because ......

He's really dead!

Boom!

The wanderer pursed his lips and leaped out of the shadows with a hideous countenance, towards the black dragon, stabbing the dagger in his hand like a shock!

Sensing the killing intent, Cervantes raised his foot behind him and swirled around, throwing his kick to the loager's waist, tearing his body in half in the air!

Smack!

The upper and lower bodies of the wanderer fell to the ground.

He was going to die, but he laughed.

"Ahem!"

Cervantes lowered his head and looked at the dagger in his chest......

"Really...... Well done......"