Sir, don't shoot! [Quick Transmigration]

Han Mo: "You are implying that I will sacrifice my heart with this sword to show my sincerity, and then wait for Xie Yu to find my body, so let's just end this round right?" '

S999: 'This plot is too vulgar. '

Han Mo: '...' He also wants to know how it can be good.

S999: "After two quarters of an hour, there will be a hunting party passing by outside the cave.In the development of the original time and space, Morani tried to call for help, but there was a hidden enchantment set up by the monster at the entrance of the cave, so the call for help failed, but instead attracted the attention of the giant spider and was swallowed. '

Han Mo: 'Shouting for help won't work?So what should we do, Flying Pigeon? '

S999: 'Almost.According to my calculations, you only need to throw the dagger at an angle of [-] degrees from the ground in the direction of one o'clock, and throw it at an initial speed of [-] meters per second, and it will land on the path of the patrol team and attract attention. '

The system calculations are simply too precise to be more perfect.

But the premise is that he must be able to successfully follow through, otherwise everything will be useless.

Assassin Morani concentrated, weighed the dagger, and repeated it in his mind: one o'clock, [-] degrees from the ground, and [-] meters per second.

His vision dimmed, and there was only one point in all senses that was extremely clear, shining light, making sounds, pulling his nerves and muscles, from his back, shoulders, upper arms, wrists, to fingertips.

'唰——'

Made of fine iron, the dagger with ancient patterns carved on it flew out of his palm and landed in the hot sun-baked sand outside the cave.

Thousands of meters away on the sandy land, a group of steeds passed quickly, their strong iron hoofs leaving a line of footprints extending far into the desert.

The knights on horseback were all dressed in the costumes of the Kingdom Touring Team. The breastplate, spurs and long sword at the waist gleamed in the sun.Several swords had not yet been sheathed, and dark liquid was dripping from the tips of the swords.The blood came from the monsters they killed not long ago. A total of two caravans, several adventurers, and an unlucky mage apprentice were rescued by their swords.

Not far ahead is the turning point of this patrol, and today's mission is coming to an end.The Cavaliers relax, chatter and laugh loudly, looking forward to returning to town before dark, enjoying fresh beer and barbecue in pubs, rewarding a long day of fighting and horses and horses.

There is a bright magic mark at the turning point, and the emblem representing the Pope can be seen glowing red from a distance.The notion that the footsteps of a paladin belong to the territory of the Pope is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The returning team speeded up slightly and finally reached the mark.They all reined in the horse, and the horse raised its front hooves and neighed loudly.

Cavalier captain Aibo looked around, raised his hand, and was about to order the team to turn back.Then an object in the sand reflected light and caught his attention.

He dismounted under the surprised eyes of everyone, and picked up the dagger.When he saw the familiar pattern on the sword, he was taken aback for a moment, then frowned slightly.

"Form a search formation and disperse. There is something nearby." He got back on his horse and gave a brief instruction.

Despite the surprise, the members of the patrol did follow orders.The team carried out a carpet search with a distance of tens of meters between each person.

Aibo tightened his grip on the dagger, and a strange feeling came over his heart.

This close-fitting sword is his. There is no doubt that it is a token given to him when he was selected into the Knights Templar. He can clearly see every trace of rust and wear on it. His name is engraved in typeface.

The dagger was lost a few months ago, after a hunt if I remember correctly.

He still remembered the sword wind and blood light, the hustle and bustle in the square, and the shouts of the crowd at that time.

In broad daylight, the foreign prince who was going to the city to pay homage to the Pope was assassinated. Although his life was not in danger, the holy relic dedicated to the Pope was stolen. It was like a slap in the face of the Holy See in front of everyone.At that time, he was the head of the Forbidden Army of the Royal City and was ordered to hunt down the assassins.

Brick houses and towers roared past him.He led his men to outflank the assassins in many directions, besieging the assassins on the tallest clock tower in the city.

He led the people up to the bell tower, and he was only a little bit close to subduing him to the ground, but it was a pity that he was one step too late.The claws of the suspension rope had been fixed to the edge of the wall, and the assassin stood on the edge of the wall with his arms outstretched, and there was a smile on his lips under the brim of his cloak.

He was the first person to arrive, as long as the hanging rope was cut off, the assassin would fall straight down, his body would be smashed to pieces, and he would die without a place to bury him.

He imagined how that smile would be shattered, and only hesitated for a moment.

Then his target disappeared from sight.

The last impression I had was a young, thin, bird-like figure leaping down and skimming the sky of the royal city.

Holding the dagger in his hand, the bird-like figure flashed through his mind again.

A subordinate shouted from a distance, saying that a cave was found nearby, and there was a monster and several victims in it.

Aibo rushed to the cave following the sound, and the monster had been beheaded by several knights.

The cave is full of bones in a disorderly manner, most of them are wild animals, and the rest are human bones.Hanging on the rock wall above is a male corpse with a broken stomach, like a domestic animal being swallowed alive, gradually decomposing in the hot and humid air.

The patrol members pinched their noses, unwilling to go deep into the cave.Anyway, most of the people who will be living here are homeless, so there is no need to collect their corpses.

Facing the stench of corruption, Ai Bo's expression was completely calm, and he went into the cave and searched among the dead bones and incomplete corpses.

At last he found what he was looking for in a dark corner of the rock.

an assassin.

It seemed that he had been trapped for several days, and his appearance was very haggard and embarrassing.

"Why you?" This was the first sentence the assassin said when he saw Aibo coming to help. "Why are you here?"

His voice was hoarse and agitated, his lips chapped.Ai Bo untied the water bag and took a sip, feeling that the other party's eyes followed closely.

"I was transferred from the Imperial Army to the Border Patrol Team, and I need to take turns to be on duty." He shook the dagger in his hand and explained simply, "During the foreign tour, I found this sword in the sand."

The assassin stared at the dagger in his hand, and sighed in surrender after a while: "That's a good sword, it's very suitable for you."

It took a lot of effort for Aibo to use the short dagger to cut the sticky silk thread bound on the assassin.The once very vigorous body fell into his arms, looking weak and weak. There were several wounds gouged out by the fangs of giant spiders on his abdomen. The area was not large, but it almost penetrated into the internal organs.

He pursed his lower lip almost invisibly, cast a spell to fix the assassin's wrists, and carried the body on his shoulders, like carrying a sack full of grain.He placed the 'cargo' in front of the saddle, fiddled with the other's black hair that was wet with sweat on his forehead, and patted the mount's neck to comfort him.

"Let's go." He got on his horse and gave orders.

His deputy captain looked at him, then at the passengers on his horse, hesitant to speak.

"Wanted criminal." Abbott announced briefly.

All the partners around him showed suddenly enlightened expressions.

Twilight was about to fall, and the cavalry set off on their way home, galloping across the wilderness.

For some reason, Aibo was in a very light mood, and even allowed the vice-captain to whistle without stopping him.Usually, even if a major case is completed, the deputy captain seldom receives such lenient treatment.He was a little confused, but decided not to delve further.

The horse's back bumped all the way, and Morani asked loudly against the wind: "What are you going to do with me?"

"Take you where you need to go."

"You want to send me to the stake?"

Abbott didn't respond, but stuffed a piece of linen soaked in a kettle into his mouth, so that he could quench his thirst without drinking too much water to affect the wound in his abdomen.

The system prompt sounds at this time.

S999: 'Mission target Aibo.Albican, the current synchronization rate is 20%. '