Morning in the Tower of Swords

Or maybe only the swamp in Gavill's hometown can grow such a thing.

"You... ruined the master's plan... You deserve to die!!"

"No, don't!!! What are you doing...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Regardless of the struggles of his colleagues, the bartender threw the man in his hand into the sky as his mind was already filled with beast thoughts, then raised the pair of horns on his head and stabbed at the soft abdomen, a living person was stabbed on the spot The intestines were pierced and the stomach was rotten, and blood was spilled all over the place, it was bloody and terrifying.

The screams immediately attracted other Leitania noble intelligence personnel who were on the lookout around, but when they rushed to the scene, they only found a mad "ram" rushing towards them.

Even Lu Kan couldn't trip his footsteps anymore, he was directly crushed by one foot, and then drenched with blood, even the severely deformed toes came out of the shoes, and the feet continued to run forward. The ground is parallel, and the goat's horns are regarded as striking horns, as if there is no pain at all.

"Fernando! It's Fernando! What are you doing...ah!!!"

Someone recognized the bartender's usual bar attire, and someone who was a little closer could still recognize the shape of the horn on the bartender's head, and then the lower body was hit by the bartender with a rocket head hammer.

At this moment, the others finally realized that the bartender was probably insane, and hurriedly took out their weapons and poured fire at Fernando. Half of them were Originium staffs, and the other half were mostly Originium guns.

In the end, under the suppression of unsuspecting firepower, the bartender Fernando, who was sieved by the energy of Originium and the bullets, still fell down. After all, he was just the violent needle developed by the Assassin Brotherhood, which was only for people to see. Some hallucinations that irritate it overdraw part of its body potential, and begin to attack regardless of friend or foe.

It's not a panacea, it's as much as your vitality should be.

This is also the ruthless hand that Jogo must deal with, because he used the real Rhodes Island information to lure him into the bait, and he must not be allowed to leak it to the nobles of Letania.

The other people who were still in shock didn't start to rescue the two colleagues who were seriously injured by him until they repeatedly confirmed that Fernando was dead, and Jogo's goal had also been achieved, which was to target the group of nobles who were entrenched in Wollenmud Intelligence agency personnel.

The next thing, of course, is to search for their ready-made information.

"What!? Fernando died? Who did it!!"

When the leader of the aristocratic intelligence agency stationed in Wollenmud heard that Fernando was dead, he almost yelled at the reporter as soon as he slapped the table, as if he had been hit by a violent dart.

As the bartender Fernando himself said before, this bar was a stronghold that they established with great difficulty under the drag of a group of second-generation ancestors of related households. This serves as a link to integrate the information collected by all personnel, and sometimes it can be obtained from drinking too much wine. Get some unexpected gains from the mouth of the guest.

Is that why in many story settings, the most well-informed people are usually the bartenders and clerks in the tavern?

Fernando is also one of the few serious and senior intelligence personnel, otherwise the leader would not have sent him to manage the bar, but his death in most cases means that this stronghold is completely exposed.

Although there is no very important strategic factor that requires them to use the intelligence network to firmly control Warrenmurd, and their master doesn't care much about it, but the leader also has the integrity of a regular intelligence officer, or ambition .

It’s really comfortable to work in Warrenmurd. It’s like being kicked by the British Prime Minister to become a commissioner of the European Community. He is raised with high salary and benefits. His official business is all about traveling. He eats, drinks, and has fun all day long. Completely missed.

So the leader is looking forward to making achievements here. It is best to get some big news and report it to his master, so as to get real appreciation. Compared with the momentary comfort, it is more promising to cling to the noble class of Letania .

It just so happened that the infected people in Wolumde seem to be showing signs of launching a riot recently. Even if they don’t collect evidence, judging from the leader’s years of experience in intelligence work, someone must be instigating it afterwards, but the problem is that provoking Wolum What is the use of a small mobile town like Germany with no military value and no military equipment?

Is it possible to drive it to play bumper cars with other mobile cities?

Although this sounds absurd, the leader still recorded it as an important investigation item. If there is such a possibility, even if a little evidence is collected, it can be regarded as a big news that threatens the noble territory. At that time, he will be able to make contributions and receive the reward.

But at this juncture, the person in charge of the intelligence base was killed. How could the leader not jump like thunder?

"It was Fernando who suddenly went crazy! He pierced both Garcia and Moore's stomachs with a horn. Moore was even worse. The doctor said that there was only a one-tenth chance of saving one of the eggs, and the other It exploded on the spot, so we can only mix the minced meat to make sausages, we really have no other choice but to shoot Fernando to death on the spot..."

"Are you talking nonsense to me! With horns?? Fernando is the most senior person under my command, he is an elite, not a fucking goat!!"

Although the ancestors of the Caprini people are indeed various sheep subfamily, but unless the lineage is too thick, and looks like an upright sheep orc, otherwise it will not return to the general's head Horns are used as weapons, and their body structure, which is the same as that of humans, is not suitable for this kind of attack.

"Yes, it's true, everyone who was on duty saw it with their own eyes!"

Seeing that the messenger was so determined, the leader could only suppress his anger for the time being. It was useless to think wildly now. Even if Fernando was murdered by his own people, those who shot him to death would definitely say the same thing.

The only breakthrough may be the two people who were said to have been severely injured by Fernando's antlers.

"You, take me to the hospital to see Garcia and Moore now."

"But, but they are still trying to rescue them, so there is no way to ask..."

"I said now, immediately, immediately! Do you understand!!"

"……clear!"

Since the leader even gave the order, he couldn't refuse, so he could only turn around and go back to the hospital again. However, the moment he opened the door, a hand stretched out from the dark outside the door...

Boom!

The hand knife quickly cut the soft part of his neck, and the strong pressure on the carotid artery made his brain's blood supply instantly short, and he rolled his eyes and passed out on the spot.

"!!?"

The leader just saw the head of the person in front suddenly tilted, but subconsciously pulled out a gun from his waist. Although he is actually a magician, the skill of the gun is obviously faster in an emergency, because There is almost no casting required, just an infusion of energy and a pull of the trigger.

But someone was faster than this. A strong white human figure seemed to emerge from the shadows. He twisted his body and swung a hatchet with an ax blade like a hollow inverted triangle around an arc to the front. The gun weapon that had just been raised was cut in half, and then the other hand clasped the leader's wrist, and with a sharp tug, he spun and pulled him to the front.

Clang!

The Hidden Blade popped out from the wrist in an instant, and the blade pierced only half of the skin under the leader's jaw, just enough to ooze out a drop of blood, but he could fully appreciate its sharpness.

"Don't move, or it will directly penetrate your brain, and any resistance will be too late. Even if you add a layer of heavy armor to yourself, I can directly break your neck."

Blood was dripping from the tiger's mouth where the leader touched the ax blade, but it was nothing compared to the death threat that was close at hand and was about to be crushed in his mind.

"Don't be impulsive, my friend, the sky is above our heads and below our feet, and the two suns illuminate the two roads ahead. Has there been any intersection between us? Or have these fed-up bastards offended Your Excellency? ?”

He first uttered some slang words that might be from the secret service industry, and wanted to test whether a friend from the same industry came to the door, but he was afraid that people outside the circle would think that he was deliberately making riddles and would become angry, so he hurriedly added two more plain words.

"Maybe it was on my whim, or maybe your master offended me, but it has nothing to do with you. I just came to ask you a few questions. What do you think of the natural disaster in the Great Rift Valley half a month ago?"

"What? Natural disasters... This, this really has nothing to do with me, Your Excellency!"

"Nonsense! What I'm asking is what did you guys do in Wollenmud after this? If your answer doesn't satisfy me, you'll only have a dying confession."

Feeling the pain of gradually tearing under his jaw, it was obvious that the opponent had penetrated half a point with the tip of the sword. The leader's memory flashed sharply, and he quickly thought of the only one who could be called Warrenmud after the Great Rift Valley natural disaster. The big news event was the fire that aroused the anger of the infected.

"Wait, wait, I understand Your Excellency, the fire was really not our fault, the master has always been generous to the infected, it is impossible to issue such an order, but since I have come, as long as you let me go now, I will hand over the relevant information we collected before, how about it?"

Jogo smiled when he heard the words. This is what he wanted, and the rest was just a cover. Although in the game, the plot of Wollenmud is unclear and messy, at least it should be certain that the fire is not It wasn't the work of the Letanian nobles of Warumud's superiors.

Because there are a few conversations between the fire planner and the messenger of natural disasters, which clearly stated that his purpose in doing all this is to attract the attention of the nobles to Warrenmud, so that they can rescue the people trapped by natural disasters. town.

The idea is naive, but it is also horribly practical, even at the expense of noble and innocent lives.

But it is of course impossible to insist that the nobles have nothing to do with this series of events. First of all, the predicament of Wollenmud was caused by their wanton behavior, and when the infected people conflicted with ordinary people, they Not only did he fail to help Warrenmurd, but instead continued to fight in the name of Winterling.

Those Letania magicians mixed in the ranks of the infected are the evidence. No matter how rich Letania is, its system is just a feudal society, so it is doomed that educational resources are all in the hands of high-level people. To cultivate such a team of regular magicians, only nobles can do it.

"Is this true? Are you really willing to send out all the information?"

"Seriously, seriously, my dear friend! I have said that this is not our handwriting, and the information has nothing to do with us, why can't it be sent?"

"Oh? Then... it's a deal."

Speaking of this, I'm afraid even the leader himself didn't expect that Jogo actually removed the Hidden Blade from under his head, so that he even froze for a second at this critical moment before realizing that he wanted to escape immediately .

Qiao Ge watched helplessly as he flashed, followed by E, then A, then W, and then the outer circle... Ah, no, he jumped forward and rolled, then picked up the carp and rushed out. It seemed that he didn't want to fulfill his promise at all.

But Jogo was not in a hurry at all, as if everything was expected, and just walked leisurely along the footprints that appeared on the ground in Eagle Vision.

"You idiots! The base area is infiltrated like a dead pig, come here and kill... eh???"

When the leader came to the hall where his subordinates were on duty to shout, he saw a group of people he was familiar with lying on the ground in disorder, judging their fallen postures with a professional eye, and some of them should be the same as before , The neck was hit by a surprise attack and fell into a coma due to ischemia, and some were knocked into a concussion and fell into a coma after being held down during a fight.

What's more, he was hung upside down by a rope dart with a pointed end inserted into the floor, and the rope went around the beam, and then he was directly knocked out with a fist in the face.

"It can be seen at a glance that I sneaked in. I am indeed a high-level magician serving the nobles of Letania, but if you want to escape our agreement, you are too naive."

The voice that went straight to the brain just now sounded again at the corner of the corridor behind him, but when he turned his head and looked over, he couldn't see anything at all. The leader suddenly felt hairy. Caprini didn't want Draco to be so naturally powerful in hand-to-hand combat, so He must not be held hostage by this assassin again.

However, all the on-duty subordinates have been eliminated, and the rest of them are all guarding in the hospital. He is the only bare-handed commander left in the huge base area, and there is no other way but to abandon this place.

So he immediately took out his staff, quickly condensed a small group of origin stone energy and fired it towards the window glass, the glass shattered in response, and the figure of the leader also jumped up, and jumped out of the window...

However, in the next second, his expression of surprise for the rest of his life suddenly distorted, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and open his mouth to release the most primitive syllables.

"Humph, hum, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Dozens of sharp-toothed pressure-type animal traps were placed on the lawn outside the window, and they were tightly arranged in a human shape, as if someone had long expected that someone would jump out of the window and escape.

bang! bang! bang!

This is the sound of the trap closing after being triggered.

Woohoo!Woohoo!Woo ho ho ho ho! !

This was the voice made up by Jhogo who was walking unhurriedly behind.

"Whether it is now or in the past, I am a professional in catching prey with traps. You should be glad that you are not wearing steel lotus flowers, otherwise you would not have the opportunity to talk to me here."

Jogo stepped on the windowsill with one foot, put one hand on his knee, and took out an apple from his pocket with the other hand, and clicked it into a bite. The fruit-eating college student downstairs in the female dormitory confessed, but the mood of the person being admired was much more nervous than the confession.

A ferocious thing like a bear trap, even if you step on one of the legs of a wild bear, can be deeply embedded in the flesh. Animals like sheep and deer can even crush their bones. And the leader of this noble intelligence agency It even triggered at least ten bear traps with a gesture of embracing the earth.

It's as if ten sharks opened their mouths and slammed their teeth through the flesh, biting your ribs, hand bones, arm bones, and even your belly without bones.

Fortunately, Qiao Ge also talked about martial arts and didn't put a clip on that part, otherwise he would have to bite down a plate of ham and scrambled eggs.

"You, who are you... so vicious..."

Blood gushed out of the leader's mouth, so he could only speak intermittently, because in front of him, anyone who didn't belch on the spot could be rescued.

"Is it vicious? Isn't this the price you paid for breaking your promise? Since it's called a bear trap, of course it's placed here to catch large beasts. I didn't even try to hide them, but deliberately placed them in a very eye-catching formation. Even some People with intelligence problems, who only think about honey cakes, will not step on it."

"puff!!"

The leader was so angry that he spurted another mouthful of old blood, but he wanted to raise his hand to point at the man whose face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, but his arm was bitten by two animal traps. I can't exert any strength at all.

"Now, and you are faced with two choices, take me to the place where you put the information, or try to continue to escape desperately, not every time a benevolent person comes to rescue you with humanitarianism... oh , By the way, what's your name?"

"...My name is Kellogg, that's Kellogg."

"I understand. A senior intelligence officer like you might already have a surname bestowed by a nobleman. You don't want to implicate your master, do you? I'm not very interested in him either."

Jogo rolled over from the window sill and landed lightly on the lawn without traps, then squatted down in front of Kellogg's face and whispered to him softly.

"However, this is only if your master does not do things that interest me. Remember, I am from a new Assassin brotherhood. Of course, you can also call us... "The Soul of Babel" . "

A powerful and cunning killer does not represent the strength of a certain organization, but when Jogo forcefully poured him a bottle of strange potion, and then he recovered from his injuries in a burst of itching, Kellogg's whole body was in a state of panic. in shock.

Regardless of the commercial value of this potion, even if he is a sorcerer of intellectuals rather than a martial artist, he can immediately understand how useful this potion, which is almost invulnerable to all trauma, is to an organization .

There is a very high loss rate in systematically cultivating high-level fighters. Even magicians may be infected with Originium disease or even self-destruct on the spot due to mistakes in casting spells. Guards and special personnel of origin stone skills.

According to the common sense in Kellogg's mind, if he wants to cultivate a special type of assassin like the one in front of him, he has to be one in a million in terms of talent alone. Even if so few people are selected, what happens during the dangerous training Many "accidents" are also inevitable, and in the end, only one or two can "luckily" stand out and swing the blade towards the assassination target.