Release that Witch

The replacement person only catches the two swords of Brian, and the weapon is directly picked.

Rather than being a member of the patrol, it is better to say that they are mixed up. Brian is angry and thinks, except for extortion and extortion, what did the gang do? He and the Greyhound meticulously performed the task of the lord's account, and became a different kind of team.

But... it’s just this group of wastes. This group killed the Greyhounds in order to rely on the fortress and squandered the scum of the town, using the mean way.

Unforgivable!

He slashed his sword toward the neck of a frightened opponent.

At this moment, a black shadow pierced from the target, and the blink of an eye approached Brian's heart position. This shot was too hidden, and when he noticed it was too late to block.

In a hurry, he slammed the ground, and the body popped backwards, and there was a sting at the chest.

After two laps, he stood up and Brian immediately took a defensive posture. The sword sneak attack just pierced his coat and skin, but it didn't matter. The key is to pierce the sword! He didn't think any of the guys in the patrol had such swordsmanship.

"Hey? You actually escaped," the man pushed away the teammate who lost his weapon and stepped forward.

By the fire, Brian found that he did not know each other at all - he was not tall, his hands were too long, and he could almost be flush with his knees. The face is also strange, Brian vowed never seen this face.

"You are not a patrol person... Who are you?"

Although there are not many people dealing with the next five people, people always recognize it. This guy apparently replaced one of them and followed the team into the castle. It’s not surprising that I didn’t find it when I was in the middle of the night, but they couldn’t find it. Since they are not surprised by this, there is only one explanation. This guy is fiercely arranged.

"You have already guessed the answer, why bother asking me?" He smiled indifferently. "You are going to die anyway."

"Mom, he hurt me!" The fierce hate said, "Viper, hurry down his hands and feet, I will slowly let his blood shine!"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Hills, I must give priority to the task of the countess."

The voice did not fall, the guy called the viper was deceived. The angle of his shot was very different. With a very long wingspan, Brian was struggling for a time and was forced to retreat. He could not find a counterattack. opportunity.

Great! Brian was anxious in his heart. After playing in the underground walkway for so long, should the people above notice it?

Originally intended to avenge the Greyhound personally, I only hope that I can hold it for a little longer, waiting for the guardian knight of His Royal Highness to come to encircle the group of villains.

"What do you seem to be expecting," the viper suddenly suspended the attack. "I guess I want to wait for the prince to save you? Unfortunately, this stone castle is different from the usual pubs and inns. When you come out of the house, the whole floor will creak when someone is looking for fun. Just close the door and you will yell at your throat and you won’t hear anything."

Brian was said to be in the center of the idea, could not help but see, and the snake waited for this opportunity. He kept his sword in a downward position to paralyze his opponent, and the other hand lifted slightly, triggering the trigger of the handcuff hidden in the sleeve.

A long arrow with only the index finger was shot from the cuff, and Brian only heard the hum of the chord, which had fallen into his lungs.

The unbearable pain suddenly exploded on his chest, and Brian threw a long sword at the snake that had been thrown up and turned and ran back. But the blood leaking from the lungs quickly poured into the trachea, making it difficult for him to breathe. Not far from how far, Brian was knocked down by the door, and one fell to the ground.

The snake rushed to catch up and wanted to be the opponent, but it was slammed down.

"Let me come," he gnashed his teeth. "I want this guy to know that I will stab my end!"

There was a trace of cool color on the surface of the snake, but in the end it was left sideways. "Do it a little, don't forget our business."

Fiercely Brian's hair, whispered to him, "Trust me, you will die very painful."

Brian really wanted a blood spurting on the other's face, but the whole body was venting like a stream of water. He knew that he didn't live long enough. The regrets of the past have come to mind, such as wives who have not yet met, such as the dream of knights that cannot be realized. But the most regrettable thing is... I can't take revenge for the Greyhound.

Wait, what is that?

He blinked and there was a woman sitting on the front box. Although the appearance of the other person was not clear in the dark light, the exquisite figure showed that she was undoubtedly a woman.

Hell, is this an illusion... When he fell into this room, he didn’t even see anyone inside. Is it that the **** of heaven heard his complaint and deliberately created a fantasy to comfort him?

"Hey, you played so much in other people's sites, and you still want to kill people in front of me, I am afraid it is not suitable?"

Brett only felt the fierce hand tremble and slammed his hair. There was a sound of weapons squirting around, a few screams and a loud voice, "Who are you!?"

Their reaction is too much too... Wait, Brian thinks awkwardly, isn't he seeing the illusion?

"Of course I am here," the woman jumped from the barrel and bent over the dust on the robe. In the dim light, Brian saw a strange pattern embroidered on her robe - three juxtaposed triangles, and huge eyes in the center. The outline of the eye shines a little golden light under the illumination of the fire.

"What about you? The mouse that slipped in from the gutter?" Her voice was crisp and sweet, but without any feelings. This is unreasonable... no one should be so calm when seeing a murder scene.

The viper also realized this. He looked dignified and slowly wandered to the side of the other side, suddenly raising his sword.

The woman did not even turn her head, and waved her hand in an understatement. The snake did not even see her weapon, only felt a cold wind blowing through his body.

A scream, fierce and incredulously widened his eyes, he saw the snake rushed up and quickly retreated back, the original part of the sword has been empty.

His arm, along with the sword, fell to the ground.

The fear suddenly caught the fierce throat, others may not know, but he is very clear about the bottom of the snake. "The shot is hot and sinister." This is the evaluation of the Earl. The person who can be seen and recruited by the count can't be underestimated. Even Brian can hardly spend half a quarter of an hour under his attack. But now, he was accidentally hit by a woman and cut off the entire arm.

"You are still doing something, killing her soon!" the snake yelled at the wound.

Brian's line of sight, which had lost too much blood, began to blur. He heard cluttered footsteps everywhere, weapons crashing, and the muffled sound of the human body falling to the ground. In the end what happened? He tried to turn his eyes and look forward -

Then the patrol captain saw a picture that he could not understand.

The figure of the woman is like a ghost. She wanders in the encirclement of everyone, and it is hidden. Every attack will penetrate the enemy's vitality. Rather than killing, it is better to say that in dance, he has never seen someone who can wield the weapon of murder so rhythmically, and the sword shadow flies up and down, drawing an incredible trajectory. The people around are in comparison, but they are clumsy clowns. They retaliated in vain, and then fell in vain... In the end, only one of them was left alone.

That was the last sight Brian saw before he lost his consciousness.