The strange figure retracted its arm, strangled the assassin tightly, and hit the wall again!

"Boom!"

The second muffled sound.

The assassin's opponent pulled the assassin back on his arm for the second time and hit the wall one last time!

"Kara!"

Only a strange, ominous crisp sound was heard.

The next second, the assassin slipped softly from his opponent's arm and fell to the ground, motionless.

The air returned to calm.

Thales looked around blankly: two assassins were nailed to the wall, moaning in pain, dying before their eyes, and one fell to the ground softly, making no sound.

It only took a little more than a second from the time the sword was fired with electricity to when the last assassin fell to the ground.

The three assassins who were preparing to attack him had all died.

This is……

"I'm really... unfamiliar." The new figure walked up to Thales, waving his left hand desperately and complaining inarticulately.

The prince looked at this man dumbfounded.

The son of a bitch and the Shadow Assassins looked at him with uncontrollable anger.

This uninvited guest.

Under the dim firelight, a man's figure was reflected.

A very special man.

He was wearing a light, slightly frayed leather armor unique to mercenaries, but he was equipped with eight or nine weapons:

He holds two cross swords, one long and one heavy, in his right hand. A slightly old one-handed ax and a bag of crossbows are tied to his back. A strung infantry crossbow hangs on his left leg. An unsheathed saber is tied to his right leg.

On his back was a hammer with blood stains on it, and on his waist was a straight-edged saber with a chipped corner.

Even in his mouth, he held a dagger as long as his forearm.

Like...a humanoid arsenal of weapons.

Thales thought blankly.

Someone who dresses like a mercenary and is the Sword of Disaster?

No.

Not quite.

This man is not young, nor is he tidy.

In fact, he had a messy hair, tied behind his head with only a dirty string. He was slovenly, with a bruised nose and swollen face. There was a piece of scalp missing from his right forehead, and there was a black frame-like bruise on his left eye.

Apart from the leather armor, which was still relatively new, the clothes above and below were all in tatters. In some places, clear blood stains and wounds could be seen, ranging from scratches to bruises.

At first glance, there is almost no good piece of meat.

It was as if he had just been tied behind a horse and dragged around in the sand.

But what's special is his chin.

Although he looked dirty, sloppy, and somewhat hairy, this man had shaved his chin cleanly, leaving only a patch of cyan, which was in sharp contrast to the rest of his face.

Wait, beard?

Thales suddenly became excited.

He looked at this man's forehead and was suddenly shocked!

as expected.

There is a ferocious and terrifying bloody mark.

An ancient imperial alphabet.

Thales stared blankly at the man beside him, watching him take out the dagger from his mouth, watching him grinning and arching his back and swinging his upper arms.

Like a war horse that has not been out of the gate for a long time, it moves its joints.

It's him.

Thales thought blankly.

Although I can’t recognize him for a moment after shaving my beard, but...

It's him.

"The action is beautiful."

Punishment Knight, Sak'el stood beside Thales with a calm expression.

He narrowed his left eye with dark sockets slightly, scanning the shadow assassins in front of him, and said coldly to the prince in his unique boring voice:

"Wandering is stupid."

There was silence for a while.

At that moment, Thales stared dumbfounded at Sak'el, who had a different description and equipment.

On the other side, Daozi also looked at his fallen men in disbelief.

Even Yoder, who was trapped tightly, trembled slightly.

"What are you from?"

The drill put away his shock and became extremely vigilant. He looked at Sak'el tensely and signaled the assassins to trap Yoder tighter.

This man... gave him a very bad feeling.

Sak'el snorted coldly and seemed to have no interest in paying attention to him. He just stared at the captured Yoder and shook his head slowly.

"Where is our sentinel?" Zhuozi looked at the new guest and asked cautiously.

Sak'el frowned slightly.

Sentinel?

"I haven't encountered it." Sak'el shook his head and murmured.

Well, on the way here, apart from some blind men hiding in the darkness, Sak'el thought about it and didn't seem to encounter any normal sentries.

for example……

A tough character like Glacier Watch.

Thinking of the unpleasant past, Sak'el frowned severely.

Beside him, Thales took a long, deep breath.

"You, you are still alive?"

Thales couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at Sak'el up and down and asked stiffly and awkwardly.

"Um."

Sak'el's eyes were still vague, as if he wasn't paying attention, and he answered like a troubled patient by snorting.

Thales blinked in surprise: "Where are those enemies?"

What about those... people who besiege you?

Sak'el rubbed his eyes, seeming a little uncomfortable with the light source.

"Run away." He replied dully.

Prince Xingchen rolled his eyes in confusion: "Run away?"

"They just ran away?"

How can it be?

A total of eighteen Swords of Disaster just...let you go?

Thales couldn't understand.

Sak'el pulled on his mercenary leather armor and shook his shoulders in extreme discomfort.

That's right, he ran away.

The punishment knight who was released from prison silently thought about the battle just now:

Those sword sellers, how many of them ran away?

Sacher scratched his head.

Two, or three? Maybe four?

Alas, I can’t remember clearly.

Thinking of this, Sak'el breathed out angrily, hit his forehead painfully, and felt sadly:
Chapter completed!