Banner of the Evil God

(There was a system error yesterday. I clicked update but it updated twice. I have modified the second chapter into a new chapter. This chapter follows the new chapter. Please note)

Leon's words were not fast, but his sword was extremely fast. His powerful fighting spirit condensed on the sword, making the low-level magic weapon issued to him by Viscount Eric shine with dazzling light, like a bolt of lightning, it struck in an instant. Arriving at that "nothing" sky.

With an exclamation, a gray figure appeared in a place where there seemed to be nothing at first. With a flash of light, a scimitar emitting strong magical light appeared in his hand, catching his sword.

When the two weapons collided, a light like a small sun burst out in an instant, and the violent explosion woke up all the scouts. They were all veterans, and their first reaction was to pick up weapons and be on guard, but no one came to help.

Both Captain Lien and the assassin were incredibly strong. If they join in the fun, not only will they not be able to help, they will become a burden and may drag down the captain.

But they wouldn't just stare blankly, they all took out their crossbows and aimed over there.

Of course they don't expect to actually hit the enemy, but no matter how strong the enemy is or how good his psychological quality is, having hundreds of crossbows pointed at him will definitely have some impact on his mental state.

In a battle between masters, a little influence may be the key to victory or defeat, life or death.

However, they really thought too much. For Leon, this little impact really didn't mean much. The problem that really bothers him now is how to hide his strength as much as possible while killing or capturing his opponent.

He has already recognized the identity of his opponent - a legendary mid-level, good at hiding and sneaking, leopard man. Combining these three characteristics, he is undoubtedly the number one assassin among the orcs, Altaïr, the successor of the leopard man's "Assassin" name.

With his true strength, let alone the middle-level legendary Altaïr, even the peak-legendary temple elder holds the staff of confinement, and he is confident that he can kill him with the sword. However, now he is just a high-level thief and high-level ranger on the surface, and has not yet entered the legendary realm. Such a person actually killed the legendary assassin Altaïr? Wouldn't that be equivalent to putting a label on one's face, telling everyone "I have another origin, and the identity I reported before is false"!

This is absolutely not possible!

So he was very distressed now. He couldn't think of any good solution for a while. He could only try his best to control the situation and make it look like he was slightly at a disadvantage at first glance, but he could still hold on.

On the other side, Altaïr's heart was filled with shock. He never dreamed that the target he planned to assassinate would suddenly change from a high-level thief with some ranger skills to a legendary swordsman with amazing strength!

Although Leon had concealed his strength, Altaïr, as one of the top masters of the orcs, had extremely sharp vision. How could he not see how powerful the opponent was! Apart from anything else, every time the weapons of the two sides clashed, he could clearly feel the deep power coming from the opponent's sword. This power is rich and concise. It is definitely not some explosive potential or spell assistance, but the opponent's real force. How could a person with such power be just an unknown, fledgling young thief!

It is true that Altaïr, as an assassin, is good at concealment, sneaking, poisoning, assassination and other methods, but this does not mean that he lacks force. In fact, as the heir to the title of the strongest assassin in the orc family, all generations of There are quite a lot of "Altaïrs" who like to kill directly and turn assassination into open killing - the previous generation of "Altaïr" was like this, and although the current "Altaïr" doesn't like to say this, he does the same. He has enough force to do so.

With just the scimitar in his hand, he can move freely among thousands of troops, beheading generals and removing flags as if he were entering an uninhabited land.

The last time the orcs marched south, he had charged into the human army alone, killing three generals in a row. In the end, he even cut down the flag of the King of the Eagle Kingdom from the flagpole. If the king at that time had not spent hundreds of years of his life to activate the power of the Eagle Sword and cut the orc army to pieces with one sword, the Eagle Kingdom might have perished at that time.

But today, facing this unknown young thief, Altaïr, who had been famous for more than a century, actually felt that he was at a disadvantage!

This was a very vague and uncertain feeling, but it took root in his heart and lingered.

It is said that he still has the advantage now, and his opponent can barely resist it only by relying on his superb martial arts and sharp reactions. However, blindly defending cannot last for a long time. As time goes by, the opponent's endurance and concentration will decrease rapidly. As long as the time is longer, the opponent who cannot maintain the current sharp reaction will definitely be killed by him. , even if there is any accident or the like, he can leave at any time since he has the advantage. No matter how you look at it, the situation should be great.

However, Altaïr always felt that there was something very wrong with the current fighting situation. His opponent's attitude and expression did not look like he was barely holding on, especially the calmness and confidence his opponent showed with every move. He looks like he has the upper hand!

Why is this happening? What's wrong?

Altaïr was puzzled and quickly made a decision.

Walk!

As an assassin, he had plenty of time to slowly look for opportunities, and there was no need to force himself. As long as he hid in the dark and his opponent was in the light, he had the advantage. This guy called Ryan could escape this time, but not the next time!

Thinking of this, he nodded secretly, and the knife force suddenly tightened, forcing Ryan to retreat a few steps so that he could withdraw.

But at this moment, Ryan's sword force suddenly increased, and the scimitar and the long sword collided head-on for several times in succession. Both of their bodies could not help but shake violently, and their movements slowed down for a while.

"Shoot!" Several other veteran rangers in the scout team immediately saw the opportunity, and while shouting, they shot the arrows they had prepared long ago at Altaïr.

In normal times, these arrows were not taken seriously by Altaïr at all, and even if the ants came in groups, they could not do anything to him. But now he and Leon had fought head-on for several moves in a row. Although Leon controlled the power of the sword, the recoil also caused Altaïr's bones and internal organs to vibrate, and his reaction was a little slower.

Well, just a little bit.

But just this little bit made him unable to dodge all the arrows, and he could only barely muster up his fighting spirit and try to block these arrows.

However, at this moment, Leon's sword slashed at him again.

(How is it possible! This guy's recovery is faster than mine?!)

Altaïr was shocked, but he had no choice but to raise his sword to block it.

This time, Leon's sword was no longer varied, but fast and heavy. One sword after another, it slashed at the awkward place where Altaïr's old strength had been exhausted and the new strength had not yet been generated, so he could no longer maintain the balance and finally fell into a disadvantageous situation.

If that were the case, Altaïr might not be able to resist, but the old hands of the scouts were so sharp that when they saw an opportunity, they immediately used various means, not to mention bows and crossbows, some even took out wands and scrolls, and wanted to use magic with tracking effects to hit the fallen dog.

Facing the pressing sword of Leon, Altaïr had to distract himself to resist and dodge the attacks of the scouts, and his feet could not help but retreat again and again. One step, two steps, three steps... When he retreated to the fourth step, he finally missed and failed to block a magic missile shot from the blind spot behind him.

This purple magic missile is much larger than ordinary magic missiles, and the light is much stronger. It belongs to the unique spell of the battle mage series, called "pursuit missile". Not only is it more powerful, faster, but the tracking is also more flexible-of course, the cost is also higher. Ordinary magic missiles are only entry-level spells, but this pursuit missile is an intermediate spell. In terms of the price of the scroll, the price of a pursuit missile is enough to buy more than a dozen magic missile scrolls, and there is still some change.

Altaïr's body was shrouded in fighting spirit, and this pursuit missile did not really hurt him, but only made his body shake slightly and his feet stagger slightly. But this has already revealed a huge flaw. Leon swung his long sword without hesitation and chopped it on the head, as if he used the one-handed sword as an axe.

Altaïr had no choice but to swing his sword to resist. With a "clang", Leon's long sword, which was far inferior to his scimitar, finally couldn't withstand the power of the confrontation between the two legendary strongmen, and broke with a sound.

Leon's sword broke? ! Altaïr didn't have time to think about it, and he swung his scimitar, and he was about to seize the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity and cut the throat of this difficult opponent with a knife. But when he swung his knife, he saw a sinister smile on his opponent's face.

The next moment, a tiny, narrow dagger flew out of Leon's sleeve and stabbed Altaïr's forehead.

The magic aura on this dagger was quite strong, far superior to that ordinary long sword. Altaïr had no time to defend himself and was stabbed. This time, he didn't even have time to think of using his fighting spirit to defend himself. He could only watch the dagger pierce in front of him, piercing through the thin layer of fighting spirit covering his body, piercing through his flesh and bones, and piercing deeply into his brain.

The next moment, the world in front of him was pitch black, and he felt that his whole body had completely lost its strength, as if it had sunk into the water.

(Ah, I'm dead...)

The legendary assassin who had been famous for more than a hundred years had the last thought in his heart and exhaled his last breath deeply.

In the temple of the capital of the Orc Empire far away on the prairie, an old man sitting quietly under a tree suddenly opened his eyes. There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, and murderous aura was overflowing.

"What's wrong?" asked an old man lying on a stone next to him, looking at the stars.

"My student, the modern Altaïr, is dead." The old man said in a deep voice.

"It's the war now, what's so strange about a few people dying?"

The old man pondered for a long time, finally nodded and closed his eyes.

"Let's talk about it after the war is over, if the person who killed him is lucky enough to live to that time..."