Assassination career from full level

"child?"

Sade was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that her narration attracted the attention of Hebrew. To be precise, it was the filthy man in the form of a child who caught Hebrew's attention. How to care, although Sade cannot see Hebrew's face through the armor, Sade just feels that Hebrew is indifferent.

"What's wrong with the child? Although it's unheard of for a child to be filthy, it's not impossible. I don't think it's surprising." Katerina looked at Hebrew curiously.

"No, it's nothing." Hebrew folded his arms, as if thinking about something: "I feel like I might know this person... Is there anyone else around him? A woman with black hair... or a red-haired woman?" youth?"

"No, that child was the only one who stopped me..." Sade paused, as if remembering something, he patted Ur's head and said, "That's right! He was splashed by my solution When I was dressed, I called a name...Ann...or Hank?"

"En Anke, is it?"

"I'm not sure, I think his vocal chords may have been corroded too... You know him?"

"I believe I do know him."

After Heber finished speaking, he closed his mouth and walked forward in silence. Drizzt shrugged at Thad and followed behind.

At this time, the five people and a bear had just entered the city wall of Alderaan. After understanding the current situation, the five people finally agreed to go together and start their plan to invade the Baroque underground palace in advance. The three of them will reconcile, and then find Ingram together—of course they didn’t bring Claire and Cecil. Er seemed a little unhappy, but in the end he didn't say much, he just watched Katerina leave.

Ardran was terribly silent, and only the sound of the wind blowing could be heard all around. There was no life, and there was no human voice. Thad shrank into Ur's arms, and the elf's long ears trembled, saying : "It's strange that there are no Defilers here."

"There are no defilers? What do you mean?" Katerina was taken aback.

"Literally...they seem to be gone."

"This is not a good omen..." Isis sighed, and swiped his slender hand in the air, and a wooden staff of the same height appeared in his hand: "There is a filthy one—no, I'm afraid it's the Abyssal One— —the black soul, not far from us."

"come out!"

Following Isis's coquettish shout, a small figure poked his head out from behind the wall, and Sade was furious when he saw Creek's pretty little face, and the whip in his hand was about to move: "You actually recovered?" Yes! You recovered so quickly! It took me so much effort to push you to this point, how dare you just recover like this!"

"...Excuse me? Sister?"

Although Crick's bewildered expression and tone seemed very innocent, what he said always smelled like he needed to be beaten.

"Don't call me sister! I'm not as old as you!"

"No..." Hebrew suddenly took two steps forward and got closer to Crick, but Crick took two steps back vigilantly: "He is actually about the same age as you, and he may indeed be younger than you a little."

Thad snorted: "Do you know when he was born? A filthy one."

Hebrew didn't answer Sade's words. He looked in Crick's direction. Although he couldn't see Hebrew's face through the heavy knight armor, Crick just felt that this person was looking at him. Hebrew asked: "Your name is Creek, isn't it? The only son of Olivia, the former great teacher of the Zion Society, Creek."

Crick raised his head in surprise: "You know my mother?"

Hebrew didn't answer, he replaced his answer and attitude with his actions, the knight's long sword on his back flashed out of its sheath, and slashed directly at Creek who was still in a daze, seeing the sword To cut Creek's slender throat, there was only a crisp sound, and a pitch-black projectile hit Hebrew's long sword. An overly spacious black cloak.

Hebrew didn't look surprised, as if the sword was not what he expected, he slowly turned his helmet and looked at the balcony of a hotel on one side, Katerina followed Hebrew's gaze, I saw a young man with long red hair sitting on the railing of the balcony. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a light black cloth coat and a pair of cowhide boots. No matter how he looked, he looked normal Dressed like a citizen—if one ignores the black air surrounding him.

"En Anke."

Hebrew called out the name of the red-haired young man, gnashing his teeth. His anger and resentment could almost turn into substance and float out from under the armor. The young man had an unknowingly surprised expression. He tossed the corpse in his hand up and down, raised his eyebrows and looked at Hebrew: "You know me?"

"How could I not know you! You! And Olivia! And her damn child! I've been looking for you all the time! I've lived to this day just to find you and kill you!"

Crick didn't seem to know what happened. The stranger's sudden accusation made him a little flustered, so he looked at En'anke for help, but En'anke didn't respond to Crick's gaze: "But I don't Knowing who you are, I've killed hundreds of men in full Arathor armor like you, and you can't ask me to remember one of them."

"No, I won't ask for that." Heber said, he suddenly reached out and took off his helmet.

"But you should remember me."

En'anke's pupils shrank slightly, and then he showed an indifferent smile as if seeing an old friend who hadn't contacted him for decades: "Ah, it's you."

From the head under the armor, you can roughly see what kind of handsome man he used to be—or, before he was alive—his face was a kind of blue-gray that is unique to dead people, and the whites of his eyes were completely stained with red. Breathing, naturally, he didn't exhale white air in the air like other people.

But he is not a filthy man, worse than a filthy man, he is just a puppet controlled by necromantic spells, someone trapped his soul with necromantic spells when he was dying, and he couldn't leave himself body, and then created such a half-dead living dead, once the necromancy is lifted or the magic power is interrupted, he will die immediately.

Although En'anke said something that seemed to be remembered, in fact, he couldn't even remember the name of Hebrew. Unknowingly, there is another reason why he has some impressions of this face, and that is the reason why this person came to him to challenge him. Like other soldiers, he was not just inspired by the so-called patriotic enthusiasm and a few words of passion from the commander. The one who came to attack Maklia, he really came to the battlefield with anger.

His identity was the knight who was regarded as a victim of the political conspiracy behind this war—that is, the fuse of the war, Princess Croana assassinated by Olivia.

At that time, En'anke had already obtained the dagger of the Didek, that is, Makria's veritable ruler and the great teacher of the Zion Society. The most important thing is to reduce the number of soldiers of Arathor's army on a large scale, so that they realize that it is hopeless to attack Makria, and Hebrew probably sensed this, knowing that no matter how hard he tries, he will attack Makria and kill Ollie It was impossible for Wei and the extermination of the Zion Society. In desperation, he made the last struggle. He brought his own team and attacked the Zion Society base camp at night on the night when the retreat order was issued.

——that is, the stronghold where En Anke is located.

The result was of course unsuccessful, but as Hebrew said, what he did still made En'anke, who was tired of beheading the knights of Arathor, remember him. It is always easy to follow Zion En'anke, who was fierce and killed with a knife, also gave special care to this young knight who was very brave to attack at night. He opened a knife in Hebrew's stomach—a bit like The way fish were killed—feed all the guts and entrails to the dogs, then throw the rest of his body with the other Arathor corpses in the Simeryard Mountains. Together, he originally thought that even if he could meet a magician, healing magic would be useless for people whose internal organs had all disappeared, but unexpectedly, what he met was a necromancer.

What a fate.En Anke snorted coldly.

"So? Now that you've found Olivia's child, and the half-dead me who tormented you back then, what are you going to do? Kill the two filthy ones?"

"I really thought about it," said the Hebrew crowd, and slowly lowered the tip of the sword under the surprised eyes of the crowd: "I even went to find the legendary silver sword that can kill the undead, which is in my hand. This one, the wound formed by this sword will never heal, although it can't kill the defiled, but it will bring eternal pain to it - it's ridiculous, I can only do this —but I found out later that it wasn't necessary."

"Isn't it necessary?" En'anke asked.

"It's not necessary. Immortality is the cruelest punishment. Unlike me, I at least have the hope of dying, but you don't even have the hope of dying. You can only live forever, not in this boring world. It’s in Sayaka’s death realm filled with scorching stomach juice.”

En'anke laughed, and sneered at the Hebrew opinion: "Is this the conclusion you have come to after wandering as the living dead for 60 years? - Immortality is not a cruel thing, it's just cruel to you .

Because you are only one person. "

Crick didn't quite understand the conversation between the two, and Maklia lacked education on culture. A kid his age was better at thinking with a knife in his hand than with his brain.

"Brother, are you finished talking?"

Crick showed a drowsy expression, and in his immature palm, which hadn't grown out, he was skillfully playing with a shiny and sharp dagger: "If you're done chatting, then Crick can start——hunting rabbits ?"

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