Looking Forward to Another World

Chapter 274

Sorok didn't notice the abnormality until about three minutes later.

"Why is it a little noisy outside?" Sorok asked the knight next to him, frowning, "Is anyone coming?"

Sorok could hear a series of slightly noisy sounds coming from outside the house, and even vaguely heard some muffled sounds.

"Maybe someone accidentally approached this area?" The knight lowered his head and reported: "Although the location is remote, it is not completely empty of people passing by on weekdays. In addition, there are no people around, and any sound will be amplified It’s very clear, so sometimes it’s inexplicably noisy.”

Hearing this, Sorok's frown did not loosen.

He always felt that something was wrong.

It's already midnight now, who would pass by such a remote place?

"Please rest assured, Your Highness." Seeing that Sorok did not feel relieved, the knight immediately said: "For the sake of concealment, this mansion does not have any magical protection system, but within 24 hours There will always be our people standing guard and watching, and if something unusual happens, the alarm will be sounded for us as soon as possible."

In other words, if the alarm didn't go off, it was fine.

Therefore, the Cavaliers did not feel that there was anything wrong.

Rather, it has been some years since Sorok used it as a place to hide and train his own private soldiers, but nothing worth mentioning has happened.

On weekdays, let alone someone attacked here, even if someone passed by, it would only happen once in a while.

Therefore, this place has always been very comfortable. If the people here are not a bit too shady, it is actually not necessary to stand guard and keep an eye on them.

As a result, none of the knights present responded to this, let alone noticed the abnormality, and all of them looked relaxed.

Only Sorok's pupils gradually shrank.

no way.

He had already heard some screams.

"You trash!"

Sorok kicked away the knight kneeling beside him, and roared at everyone present.

"This is an enemy attack! Draw my sword!"

These words had just sounded, and the attack was coming.

"boom!"

This is the sound of glass breaking.

I saw that a black shadow smashed the glass in the corner of the hall, jumped in from the outside, and entered the hall.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

As if in a chain reaction, the glass of each window was shattered, causing black shadows to jump in from the outside.

In the blink of an eye, countless black shadows appeared one after another, and attacked the knight closest to him without saying a word.

"Varied……!?"

The face of the first knight who was attacked changed drastically. Just as he pulled out his sword, he was hit by the light of the sword swung by the black shadow that rushed in front of him.

"Puff!"

Accompanied by the sound of cutting like silk, blood began to splatter.

"ah!"

The knight was cut down on the ground on the spot, and there was a hideous knife wound from the shoulder to the side, oozing a large amount of blood.

After the black shadow cut down the knight, he immediately rushed to another knight and swung his knife at him.

The same scene appeared in every corner of the hall.

The black shadows that smashed into the glass all rushed towards the knight closest to them, slashing with their knives, either knocking the knight down to the ground, or fighting with the opponent.

The hall suddenly turned into a chaotic battlefield, causing countless knights' screams, roars, and shouts of fright and anger to resound one after another.

"who are you……!?"

Sorok also ushered in a black shadow's attack. After he drew his sword in time to block the opponent's slash, he twisted his expression and questioned with a ferocious growl.

Take a closer look, these black shadows are all wearing black robes and masks on their faces, hiding their whole body and appearance. Only two knives protrude from the robes with their hands, so that the cold arc light on the knives is all in the hall. flashing.

They are like merciless executioners, gods of death who only exist to harvest life. Not only did they say nothing, but they mechanically attacked all the people on Sorok's side with no confusion at all. It doesn't look like a stranger at all, but like cold steel.

However, such a group of attackers are all highly skilled and good at swordsmanship. Although they are not as good as the real swordsmen, they are still excellent swordsmen not far behind the real swordsmen.

Such a group of outstanding swordsmen has about a hundred people, which is already comparable to a small-scale knight order.

"Say! Who are you!?"

Sorok was shocked and furious at the same time.

Especially when he saw that the soldiers he had hidden for several years were defeated by the opponent's attack, not only were many people cut down, but those who were not cut down were also extremely reluctant and embarrassed, which made Sorok It was even more furious.

The cruel and vicious side of his heart was aroused at this moment, causing him to roar, and swung a sword that was as stunning and extremely fast as a flash of light at the black-clothed swordsman in front of him.

Even a righteous swordsman might not be able to deal with this sword. Unless it is a senior righteous swordsman, there is usually only one end, and that is to be disembowelled.

As the attacker, the black-clothed swordsman naturally didn't have the ability to block the sword, and didn't even have time to react.

But when Sorok's slash landed on the black-clothed swordsman, a shocking situation happened.

"clang!"

Amid the crisp sounds of gold and iron clashing, Sorok's sword fell on the black-clothed swordsman, and it bounced back as if he had hit steel.

Shocked by the reaction force, Sorok retreated two or three steps on the spot. A look of astonishment first appeared on his face, and then he sank.

"These guys are not human."

Sorok finally noticed this.

"They're rigged puppets."

"The one who attacked here was not a swordsman, but a magician."

"A magician who is proficient in manipulation magic."

This guess is half right and half wrong.

The correct part is that these black-clothed swordsmen are indeed not human beings, but dolls. More precisely, they should be said to be combat dolls.

The wrong part is that the person who manipulates them is not only a magician, but also a real swordsman.

"——"

Suddenly, a fog filled the scene.

A burst of very thin, very light, very abrupt, very fast fog.

"What's this?"

Sorok sprinted away, avoiding the mist.

Obviously, he was worried that there was something wrong with the fog, that it was also the magic cast by the attackers, or that it was poisonous.

It's just that he was overthinking.

The fog only serves as a cover.

The evidence is that after the mist blows past like the wind, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Sorok where there was nothing a second ago.

Like the surrounding dolls, one is wearing a black robe, with a knife protruding from one sleeve of the black robe.

The other party didn't seem to be wearing a mask, but because his head was lowered slightly and his face was covered by a hood, Sorok couldn't see his face clearly either.

But from the opponent, Sorok felt a deadly threat.

"This man is strong."

Moreover, it is still unusually strong.

Sorok subconsciously noticed this.

This made him clenched the sword in his hand, and his attention was no longer on the surroundings. He fixed his eyes on the swordsman who appeared with the fog in front of him, and his heart screamed with warning signs.

The other party did not look at Sorok immediately, but glanced at the corner of the wall.

"F, what happened!?"

"Who will save us!"

"I-I'm done!"

The three members of the Brehaut family hid there, holding their heads, squatting on the ground, shaking crazily, and crying helplessly.

"..."

Looking at the Brihot family like this, the swordsman in the fog didn't say a word, and turned back to Sorok after a few seconds.

"——!?"

At this very moment, Sorok subconsciously jumped back after the frantic warning signs in his heart were detonated.

Almost at the same time, the swordsman in black carried a mist, hid himself in the mist, and quickly rushed in front of Sorok in a sliding manner.

"Xia's breath, the shape of the sky, and the advection cut."

A low murmur that only the swordsman himself could hear resounded on the battlefield.

Suddenly, a blade of light appeared in the mist, slashed at an astonishing speed, and hit Sorok.

"Puff!"

A burst of blood burst out of Sorok's chest.

He was hit.

Although he had tried his best to jump back and avoided the immediate death ending of being cut in half on the spot, he was still cut in the chest, resulting in a knife wound.

"snort!"

Sorok snorted, and as he stepped back, he took out a bottle of potion from his arms and poured it directly into his mouth without even thinking about it.

Then, the wound on Sorok's chest emitted a faint radiance, and he quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh?" The swordsman in the fog seemed a little surprised, and seemed to be laughing at something, and said: "As expected of His Royal Highness, you actually carry a magic potion that can quickly heal your injuries, and your wealth is really good. "

However, Sorok didn't feel complacent at all. Instead, his face was extremely ugly, and he stared at the other party extremely angrily, uttering every single word.

"You, to, end, who is it!"

The gnashing of teeth made people have no doubt that Sorok wanted to gnaw the mood of the attacker in front of him.

This is also a matter of course.

Just now, if he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have died.

If it weren't for the magic potion with healing properties, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

This man is here to kill himself.

Realizing this, Sorok was surprisingly angry.

It's a pity that his anger is completely worthless to the person in front of him.

"me?"

Convenience smiled indifferently, and said such words lightly.

"you can call me……"

"Xia."