My Heroic Life

Since yesterday, Nero has been experiencing a feeling that has never been before.

When he heard that Roland might be in danger, when he saw the battlefield of a corpse, he searched it again and again to no avail, because the horse was a waste of time when returning, Nero had always experienced a tormented state of mind.

It was heartache to numbness, there was already a sense of unreal illusion, it was too anxious to bear, and there was already a sense of crazy madness, countless negative feelings filled her heart, and it was like the tip of a knife behind her. Let her search for him all the time.

why?What is wrong with Yu?

Naturally, Nero knew that she was a little weird. During her constant search, she thought more than once, what the hell she was doing, why was she so excited, why would she be overwhelmed by suffocation as long as she stopped for a while?

As an emperor, shouldn't you be more unhurried?Compared with the people who may be killed, shouldn't she now focus more on tracing behind the scenes?After all, Nero itself was not dangerous at all. It was only Roland who was harmed. As an outsider who had nothing to do with the law, even if he was defending the emperor's authority, Nero's performance was a bit extreme.

This is probably what everyone thinks now.

Nero scanned the people in the camp and realized that in the eyes of others, he was already a poor woman who went crazy because of the missing of her lover.

Yes, it can be explained this way.

"Maybe I really like him."

Tears fell on the ground and shattered, and Nero covered his eyes with his sleeves and muttered to himself in choking.

Chapter 46 Are you not the Governor?

Some people say that people will always encounter various difficulties in their life, and these difficulties are like ocean waves. When the waves rise, the sea surface drops and people are in a low tide period.

And now, Hassan, who agrees with this sentence, looked up at the sky, feeling that he was in such a low ebb.

Very depressed, very helpless, even a little overwhelmed.

After a night of tracking, he was finally found, but...why is this happening?Didn't I come to assassinate the Governor General?Why is he now acting as Tarzan in a tree?

After all, something was wrong at the beginning. After being attacked, why didn't he run out to contact Nero, but instead ran into this deep mountain and old forest as a savage?Don't you feel embarrassed to be covered in tattered branches like a monkey?Fortunately, I perceive it well, otherwise, who can notice you in the canopy with the naked eye?

Hassan has mixed flavors in his mind, but in general there is only one sentence:

Brother, your thinking is so weird.

The light of the sun gradually shines on the earth, the early morning in the magical land comes, the nocturnal animals retreat from the stage, and the day-traveling animals start to forage in the morning.

The expression under the cursed arm Hassan's mask became severe. The assassin was a shuttle in the night, and the daylight was not suitable for them to sneak, and the situation was not good for him at present.

But if it’s just this, Hassan wouldn’t say anything. Although the sun is troublesome, there is naturally shadow in the light. He is also experienced in daytime assassinations, but the problem is... this land seems a bit strange. .

Mr. Cursed Wrist was looking around him from side to side. Fifty meters behind him, a group of goblins were stretched out and wandered with sticks. They were obviously about to start hunting in the morning, and in front of him, one did not know where to go The wild boar that emerged was sniffing on the ground.

Jackal, a weak chicken mixed with goblins, lost the spirit of the night and began to sigh. One of them was urinating five meters to his left, and the rising smell filled the squirrels on the tree. The tree scurryed, and the fallen walnut hit his foot.

"..."

Cursed Arm Hassan shrank in a shadow, feeling that he was surrounded by a hundred thousand army.

what's the situation?How come there are so many monsters here!

Very confused and helpless, Mr. Cursed Wrist felt that this had already touched his blind spot of knowledge. After all, it was his first time that the assassination could chase the target to the devil.

Well, in this case...you have to add money!

Although the original amount is already quite large, it still has to be added.

Cursed Wrist Hassan recalled the whole story of this assassination, and it is rare to find that his side actually suffered a loss in intelligence.

Everyone thought that to complete this assassination, Atalante, Hercules, and Achilles were the biggest obstacles. They were like the three mountains blocking the assassination sect. After all, their strength was so powerful. , From the data point of view, it is basically invincible.

However, after a detailed investigation, the Assassination Order still took over this mission for two reasons.

First... I wanted to refuse, but he gave too much!

Touching the tattered cloak at his hem that he was reluctant to change, Hassan felt desolate in his heart.

The entire assassination industry has been in the cold for more than ten years. The assassination cult, as a leading company, has been spending a lot of money.

At this time of desperation, the Rome branch actually received a huge order a few days ago. The news sent back and shocked the entire organization. The top leader "Mountain Weng" clearly issued instructions to get things done properly. , And the assassins who hadn't smelled meat in 800 years were even more morale up, and the whole organization was beaming.

After finishing this ticket, go home for the New Year.

This is probably the voice of the assassins now, they really need money too much.

The second is the pride and discipline of these assassins for their skills.

The price of this assassination of Tianda is not without reason. According to the intelligence target, there are three heroic spirits to protect, and it is in the Roman Golden Palace itself. The probability of killing is very low. If you want to do it, you must first solve the guards.

Assassination is to defeat the strong with the weak. The assassins of the assassination sect have a consensus that no one is invincible, and no one is without flaws. There is no person who cannot be assassinated in this world.

Under this purpose, Hassan Hakomiang and Hassan Silent respectively wounded their opponents. Atalante and Achilles could not get up again for a while, and Hercules, who lost his command, was affected by his mad skills. Unable to take action.

Everything seemed to be going well, but everyone did not expect that after solving all the difficulties, something went wrong with Roland, the most critical target.

Apostle strength?Commander?Ha ha!

The original assassination plan was to be carried out on the edge of the magic mirror. According to the intelligence, the assassination sect sent dozens of apostle-level assassins. This was already excessive in everyone’s expectation, but the final result was that the assassins were all. Off, the target is missing.

God damn commander!

Cursed Wrist Hasan narrowed his eyes and looked over the tree canopy. Suddenly he felt that the biggest difficulty in this action might be the target himself, and he might have encountered hard stubble.

Ordinary apostle?Can an ordinary apostle transform a random tree into a magic workshop in a few hours?Ordinary apostles can kill dozens of apostle assassins, leaving no trace after leaving?

Give me a break.

Cursed Hassan admired this man a bit. He was definitely not a hero, but he was doing everything possible to survive, defeating the siege of the assassins with the weak.

But this cannot prevent him from completing the task.

Fortunately, it was me who came.

Cursed Wrist thought this way. If the other two Hassan came by, then they might be at a loss as to the current situation, but Cursed Wrist was not helpless.

The trees are indeed inaccessible, but no matter how large the scope of your magic workshop is, can it expand to the ground?As long as this tree is planed, you have a thousand magic traps, so what?

Cursed Wrist Hasan's eyes tightened at this thought. He stroked his black cloth-wrapped wrist, looked confidently around the neighborhood where the number of monsters was getting denser, determined to act as soon as possible.

On the other side, above the tree canopy, Roland watched the monsters that were getting denser underneath. His eyes were in the shadows. Behind the trees, the stones swept across the cracks.

In terms of time, it should be almost there.

The man recalled the information about the assassination sect in his mind, and he knew that the enemy was nearby.

With their abilities, especially Hassan-level assassination masters, one night is enough time for them to discover and find him. The reason why he has not acted now must be thinking about how to solve him, but this time is limited because Chaoyang When it rises, the land in front of it will be especially lively.