Chapter 30: From the Mist
The person who replaced him only caught Brian's two swords, and the weapon was directly picked off.
They're not so much part of the patrol as they're gangsters, Brian angrily wonders what the gang has done besides blackmail and blackmail?
But...... It's just this group of waste, this group of scum who did not hesitate to harm the town in order to take refuge in the fortress killed the greyhounds, using extremely despicable means.
Unforgivable!
He swung his sword and slashed at the neck of his terrified-looking opponent—
At that moment, a dark shadow stabbed out from under the target, approaching Brian's heart in the blink of an eye. The blow was too subtle for him to block by the time he noticed it.
In desperation, he slammed into the ground, his body popping backwards, and a stabbing pain came from his chest at the same time.
After two rolls, Brian immediately assumed a defensive stance. The sword attack just now only pierced his coat and skin, but fortunately it was fine. The key was the person who stabbed the sword! He had the impression that no one in the patrol had such swordsmanship.
"Huh, you dodged," the man pushed away his teammate who had lost his weapon, and stepped forward.
By the light of the fire, Brian realized that he didn't know each other at all—he wasn't tall, but his hands were so long that they hung down almost knee-level. The face was also unfamiliar, and Brian swore he would never see it.
"You're not from the patrol...... Who the hell are you?"
Although I don't have much to do with the five people next door, I always know them. The guy in front of him apparently took the place of 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's impossible that they can't find the scars. Since they were not surprised by this, there was only one explanation, and this guy was specially arranged by Scar.
"You've already guessed the answer, so why bother asking me?" he smiled nonchalantly, "you're going to die soon, anyway." ”
"Damn, he hurt me!" Scar said hatefully, "Viper, chop off his hands and feet, I'm going to slowly drain his blood!"
"Sorry, Mr. Hills, I must give priority to the task assigned to me by Lord Earl. ”
Before the words fell, the guy known as the viper bullied him, the angle of his shot was tricky and weird, coupled with the extremely long arm span, Brian fell into a bitter battle for a while, and was forced to retreat again and again, and he couldn't find a chance to fight back.
Brian was a little anxious, he had been fighting in the underground corridor for so long, and the people above should have noticed, right?
Originally, he planned to avenge the Greyhound with his own hands, but now he only hopes to hold out a little longer, waiting for His Highness's personal guard knights to come and encircle and suppress this group of villains.
"What do you seem to be expecting," said the Viper, who suddenly paused, "I guess you want to wait for the prince's men to come and save you?" In those wooden shelves, the whole floor creaks when someone is having fun. Just close the door here, and even if you tear your throat and shout, you won't hear any movement from above. ”
Brian couldn't help but be stunned when he was told what he was thinking, and it was this opportunity that Viper was waiting for. He maintained a sword-holding stance downward to paralyze his opponent, and his other hand raised slightly, triggering the trigger of the crossbow hidden in his sleeve.
An index finger-long crossbow bolt shot out of his cuff, and Brian heard the gentle hum of the strings as it sank into his lungs.
The excruciating pain exploded in his chest, and Brian threw his sword at the serpent that pounced, turned and ran backwards. But blood oozing from his lungs quickly rushed into his trachea, making it difficult for him to breathe. He hadn't gone far before Brian tripped over the threshold and stumbled and fell to the ground.
The viper hurried to catch up, wanting to end the opponent, but was barred by the fierce scar.
"Let me come," he said through gritted teeth, "I'm going to let this guy know what happened to me when he stabbed me!"
A cold look flashed on Viper's face, but he finally stepped sideways, "Do it neatly, don't forget about our business." ”
Scar grabbed Brian by the hair and yelled at him, "Trust me, you're going to die a painful death. ”
Brian wanted to squirt a mouthful of blood on the other man's face, but his whole body drained like water, and he knew that he didn't have much time to live. Regrets from the past come to mind, such as the wife who has not yet met, such as the unrealizable dream of a knight. But the most regrettable...... Failed to avenge the greyhounds.
Wait, what's that?
He blinked, and there was a woman sitting on the box in front of him, although in the dim light, the other party's appearance was not very clear, but the delicate figure showed that she was undoubtedly a woman.
Hell, is this an illusion...... When he fell into the room, he didn't see anyone inside. Could it be that the gods in heaven heard his complaint and deliberately created a fantasy to comfort him?
"Hey, you're fighting so much in other people's territory, and you're planning to kill people in front of me, I'm afraid it's not appropriate, right?"
Bright only felt Scar's hand shake and let go of his hair. There was a sound of weapons unsheathed around, and several shouts rang out at the same time, "Who are you!?"
Their reaction was too ...... Wait, Brian thought hazely, isn't what he's seeing an illusion?
"Of course I'm from here," the woman jumped from the barrel and bent down to pat the dust off her robe. In the dim light of the fire, Brian saw that her robe was embroidered with strange patterns—three juxtaposed triangles, and a large eye set in the center. The contours of the eyes glow with a golden glow in the firelight.
"What about you, rats that slipped in through the gutter?" her voice was crisp and pleasant, but without any emotion. This doesn't make sense...... No one should be so calm when they see a murder scene.
The viper also realized this, his expression was solemn, he slowly circled to the other party's side, and suddenly raised his sword and stabbed directly.
The woman didn't even turn her head, she waved her hand lightly, and the viper didn't even see her weapon, only felt a cold wind blow through his body.
With a scream, Scar's eyes widened in disbelief, and he saw the viper rush up and quickly retreat, but the part where the sword was originally held was empty.
His arm, along with his sword, fell to the ground.
Fear suddenly choked the throat of the fierce scar, others may not know, but he knows the details of the poisonous snake very well. "Ruthless, cunning and dangerous. That's what the Earl said about the man. The strength of the people who can be favored and recruited by the Count is definitely not to be underestimated, and even Brian can hardly survive his attack for more than half an hour. But now, he was hit carelessly by a woman, cutting off his entire arm.
"What are you doing in a daze, go kill her!" the viper shouted as he clung to the wound.
Bleeding so much, Brian's vision began to blur, and he heard the sound of stray footsteps, clashing weapons, and ...... all around him The muffled sound of a human body falling to the ground. What the hell is going on? He tried to roll his eyes and look ahead.
Then the patrol leader saw a picture that he could not understand.
The figure of the woman was like a ghost, and she walked in the midst of everyone, appearing and disappearing. Every time you attack, you will penetrate the enemy's vital points. It was not so much a fight as a dance, he had never seen anyone wield a murderous weapon so rhythmically, and the shadow of the sword flew up and down, drawing an incredible trajectory. The people around me are nothing more than a bunch of clumsy clowns in comparison. They fought back in vain and fell again in vain...... In the end, she was the only one left in the field, proudly independent.
That was the last sight Brian saw before he lost consciousness.