Dungeons & Dragons: I was kicked out of the team by Brave

The assassins hiding in the dark were stunned for a moment. They didn't expect that Richard would die so easily.

"Dead? Go get checked."

"After checking, there is a penetrating injury and the blood is flowing. There is no breathing, the heart has stopped beating, the brain is dead, and the body temperature is dropping rapidly, as if...it has been dead for a long time?" An assassin gave a professional answer.

"Thankfully, we are still facing a formidable enemy. Nunalia's vision is just that. She is trying to let a loser deal with us." The assassin leader sneered, "There are still a few left, so hurry up, otherwise the security of the Winter Holy Land will be compromised." The officer is coming soon, and I don’t want to fight with those strong and reckless men.”

Archon Fit, who had watched everything, looked at Richard's body in horror, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, gritted his teeth, raised his one-handed crossbow, and pointed it at the assassins.

"Come on, come on, men in the Miden Territory are never afraid of death." He encouraged his not-so-strong body, tightened his muscles as much as possible, and roared loudly, "Do you know what you have done! Li Mr. Cha is a close associate of Lady Nunalia. If he dies, the entire Binglin Valley will be destroyed, and you can’t even think of escaping!”

Fite directly pulled the trigger, and the crossbow arrow shot through the air towards the leader of the assassins, but was deflected by a dagger that deftly blocked it.

The difference in strength is too big. Fit is just a civil servant and he doesn't have any fighting skills.

Fit took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, slowly inserted a new crossbow arrow, and asked coldly: "Did you kill Dekli too? If you kill two great rulers in two consecutive days, you can be killed directly." Defined as rebellion.”

The assassin leader said softly: "There is a proverb circulated among the black drows. If there is no evidence, it does not exist. We will not leave anyone alive when we take action."

"You are not believers of the evil god. Although I am not a professional, I also understand that this is the way of the Sauron sect in the Winter Holy Land." Feit tried his best to delay time and desperately thought of countermeasures, "You stop now, I can pass His status as a chief executive suppressed Dekley's death."

"Are you stalling for time?" the assassin leader was keenly aware. "It's a pity that you can't do it. We have enough manpower. Those girls upstairs must have their heads removed now."

"It seems that you are hopeless." Fite suddenly became cold, dropped his crossbow and took out a magic scroll, deciding to fight to the death, "The seventh-ring Yang Flame Explosion has the power to compete with the eighth-ring spell. I have triggered it. Now, you can’t run away.”

The assassin leader said lightly: "A magic scroll? It is the favorite of you dignitaries. Unfortunately, we are well prepared. The forbidden area has been arranged in advance. An unstable thing like a scroll will only misfire."

Feite probed: "So...it seems like you don't intend to kill me?"

"Of course, you are Nunalia's subordinate, and you are also the chief consul of Binglin Valley. Your status is second only to the city lord, so you are very useful." The assassin leader took out a piece of parchment and threw it to Feit, "Use It is your authority to print this in the morning paper and publish it throughout the city."

Fite roughly browsed the contents on the parchment by candlelight, and his face immediately became ugly.

This is the highest level encrypted dossier in Ice Rin Valley, which is kept by Dekli. It records Nunalia's various instructions regarding Ice Rin Valley. Some extremely sensitive evidence that may shake her dominance is clearly listed.

If such a copy of the manuscript with the seal of Ice Rin Valley is distributed to the residents of Ice Rin Valley, then the residents who already have complaints about Nanalia may really have to check with Neh.

After all, many of the bloody and violent tyranny mentioned above have been personally experienced by the residents of Binglin Valley, and they cannot be faked.

"What can I say? Mr. Dekley didn't want to, so he left early. Then you, Fitt, will rule." The assassin leader approached him with a smile, held the pendant on Fitt's chest, flicked open the metal cover, and made a pair of Portraits of mother and daughter are hidden among them.

"What do you mean? My wife and daughter are in Winter City, don't threaten me with them." Feit's throat was dry, and he tried his best to maintain his dignity and calmness.

"Think about it, what use will they have after you die?" the assassin leader slowly asked, "With Lady Nunalia's viciousness and coldness, without your protection, they will really be under the influence of the Duke's Palace. Protect?"

"Ha, stupid." Fite suddenly smiled contemptuously, "You fools don't understand Lady Nunalia at all! If she was really what you said, Midden Territory would have been destroyed long ago!"

He grabbed the dagger hidden in his sleeves, rushed over and roared: "You don't understand how much we admire Lady Nunalia. Midden Territory was born because of Nunalia, and it must not die because of you scum!"

"It seems like you don't agree to cooperate anymore? I really don't understand why two of you are so loyal to one woman? When will Middenland be ruled by a woman!"

The assassin leader's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he was not ready to give any more advice.

It doesn't matter if Fite doesn't want to cooperate.

As long as you don't stop killing, someone will always choose to cooperate.

The assassin leader said firmly: "Don't call us scum, we are ambitious young people from Middenland, and we are saving Middenland. Only Mr. Nehcha can lead Middenland against the royal family of Dellan!"

Fit mocked: "What did I think? It turned out to be just a group of incited fools. Can you see the world clearly?"

"You deserve to die, you've lived too long."

The assassin leader grasped the handle of the dagger and drew it across Fite's neck as quickly as possible.

But he suddenly felt that the images in his eyes were flickering and blurred, and he seemed to be spinning.

Immediately afterwards, there was a nauseating feeling like a high-speed rotation. This was very rare for an assassin who was good at maintaining his body.

But the dagger in his hand didn't stop at all. It simply cut a person's throat.

The familiar resistance and the splashing blood made him feel slightly reassured.

In short, the task is completed.

"Boss, how are you..."

The broken voice of his companion coughing up blood reached the ears of the assassin leader. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that the man in front of him had turned into his companion.

what happened?

Why is this!

No, it’s the breath of space magic!

It's the man named Richard!

Isn't he dead?

And this is the realm of forbidden magic, how can the spell be released!

However, the assassin leader suddenly discovered an even more terrifying fact. All the companions sent to the third floor to assassinate Clintina died.

The companions who had set up the forbidden magic field at the door were nowhere to be found.

"Well, I have one thing to say. Without the staff and Atris, she is indeed a bit weak. The magic power is obviously not enough. I really don't know how Ellie survived at that time."

Richard's voice came from behind the assassin leader. He was gesturing with a complicated magic circle in his hand, and chanting spells with dual purpose, and the space slowly began to become fragmented.

Seven-ring space spell——[Mirror Broken]

Chapter 3 was drained, not a drop left!

Under the influence of Richard's spell, the space on the second floor seemed to gradually take on some kind of entity.

The entire space seemed to be condensed into a mirror, and then shattered under the pressure of external forces, and was divided into countless pieces.

The twisted and scattered space causes any object in it to shift its spatial coordinates. A strange twist and cut is applied to all the assassins like a dimensional slash.

The necks of some unlucky guys were cut into several small pieces along with the broken space, and blood gurgled upwards, covering the ceiling.

A few luckier assassins only had their legs or arms chopped into pieces. They struggled desperately to escape into the shadows, but in despair they found that their torsos were completely sealed in pieces of space debris.

It was obviously impossible to escape in front of the Space Master. After all, they underestimated Richard's strength.

Even without the three pieces of legendary equipment, Richard is still a half-legendary strongman, with an average level of fifteen, and assassins of the highest level seventeen have almost no room to resist him.

Of course, Richard almost overturned. If it weren't for the fact that he had the characteristics of a living lich and was immune to pure physical damage, the blow that penetrated his chest just now might have been really cold.

Later, Richard simply lay down on the ground and used every opportunity to prepare the newly learned seven-ring space spell.

Because without Atris and the staff, if he wanted to release the seventh-level spell, Richard had to re-build the basic mana model and then cooperate with chanting to do it.

So it was a little slow, but he tried his best to sing faster.

Richard asked with concern: "Fit is in power, are you okay?"

Feite took a long breath and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Richard, a man in Midden will never be scared to pee his pants! And I'm glad that nothing happened to you. I'm also glad that I can survive. This feeling of escaping from death." Excellent!”

"Then now, it's your turn to perform, reckless assassin." Richard directly took off the mask of the assassin leader. As expected, it was a gloomy male face. He said with disgust: "Tsk, it would be great if she was an assassin girl. .”

"I won't say anything more." The assassin leader wanted to commit suicide, but the powerful ability of the seven-ring space magic prevented him from moving. "Kill me."

"People from the Holy Land of Winter?" Richard asked, "If you don't tell me, I will cause trouble for the Holy Land of Winter. Don't forget that the Holy Land of Winter depends on the finances of the Midden Territory."

The assassin leader said angrily: "Despicable, Nunalia's dog can only use such despicable methods."

Richard probably recalled: "I have the impression that you seem to be that... oh, the assassins of Sauron Monastery, which is based in the Winter Holy Land. It is a very famous assassin organization. You can be found throughout the Ashe Continent. "

"After the apprentices in the monastery graduate, they have nothing to do with the monastery. There is no need for you to vent your anger and sit in the entire Holy Land." The assassin leader said coldly.

"This is not good. Winter Holy Land needs to provide a certain degree of moral education to the students. Otherwise, what will happen if all the students in the future are anti-social elements like you?" Richard shook his head, "One of the purposes of my coming here is Completely integrate the various factions in the Winter Holy Land and make them an actual whole instead of a loose alliance."

"Dictator, dictatorship, tyrant."

"The royal family of Delran also controls the Mage Academy in this way. I just followed the example." Richard said, "Are you from Nehcha?"

"No."

"Well, I don't care. Anyway, I have no evidence. I just want to know the traces of the Baal Order. Tell me what you know."

"Evil God Cultists? We won't fall like you Winter-warmers to this level!"

"You do not know?"

"What do I need to know?"

"Binglin Valley has long been the headquarters of the Baal Order, and the former Marquis Cha was a Baal believer."

"You fucking fart!"

Richard frowned, the assassin's attitude in front of him couldn't be faked.

It seems that Nehecha's methods are not simple either. He has colluded with some factions in the Winter Holy Land and the Baal Order, and allowed them to run parallel to each other without interfering with each other.

This can indeed maximize confidentiality.

"Mr. Richard, can I ask a few questions?" Feite said.

"Please."

Feite asked: "Did you really kill Dekli?"

"Yes."

Fite emphasized: "This depends on my attitude towards the Holy Land of Winter in the future. I am the Grand Archon! If you don't think about yourself, you should always consider the Holy Land."

"I didn't kill him. When I went there, Dekli was already dead. Then we hurriedly took away the parchment on the table."

"Fortunately, you are not the best. You almost caused a disaster! Do you know that you represent the Holy Land of Winter!"

The assassin leader cursed loudly: "Can you fucking stop always sounding like an admonition? Mother Gan, being an official is a great thing?"

Fite said matter-of-factly: "It's amazing. I am the chief executive sent by Lady Nunalia personally, and there are not more than ten in the entire Miden Territory."

"Damn it, kill me. You don't want to send me to Mr. Nehecha, do you? You don't have definite evidence, no one will believe you." The assassin leader wanted to die. "In the Binglin Valley, Only Mr. Nehecha’s words will be believed.”

"This..." Feite hesitated for a moment and looked at Richard, "Mr. Richard, he seems a little sensitive and difficult to deal with."

"I understand." Richard also knew Fite's worries.

These assassins are people from the Winter Holy Land. Although the Winter Holy Land has a loose structure and will not be responsible for the graduated apprentices, they are after all high-level assassins of level [-] and above, and they represent some schools in themselves.

If you really want to break this relationship and choose to deal with them publicly, then you will endanger some people in the Winter Holy Land no matter what.

This is what Nehcha has always wanted to see - the Holy Land of Winter is completely pushed to his side by Richard.

This is why Nehecha chose to send these assassins from Sauron Monastery to assassinate Richard and Fit.