Assassination career from full level

"Generally speaking, would a six or seven-year-old child be this powerful?"

Drizzt withdrew the silk thread in his hand and frowned.

"Come on, Drizzt, a six or seven-year-old kid? He's a filthy man, maybe he's older than you. If you must judge your ability by appearance, I can beat you to the ground right now. I can't even get up." Saad said with a soft snort.

Drizzt looked meaningfully at Thad, who was not half as tall as him, and said, "Indeed."

The whip in Thad's hand snapped: "You will pay for this look, Drizzt."

The battle is over.

Although Crick is indeed a genius who inherited his mother's talent for assassination, and the Undead's immortality should have given him a lot of convenience, but that's all. It is impossible not to bleed and get injured. Just like animals, human beings are also creatures that can only learn and grow from pain. Without pain, there will be no growth.

Katerina knew this well, or rather, she knew it too well, to the point of being too cruel.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the bloody, but still glaring Hebrew child viciously. She couldn't help but think, the immortal body of the filthy is really a good thing. Look, if Crick is an ordinary child, so He suffered a lot of bleeding, and lost an arm. It is reasonable to say that he would have died a long time ago, but he happened to be immortal, so the initial panic and fear of pain were quickly counteracted, and then he learned to endure and how to deal with it. Don't let your pain distract you, and finally, turn this pain into anger and hatred, into the desire to destroy and destroy—yes, this is the defiler, this is the most basic thing in the dead evil spirits.

Crick's innocence and cruelty at the beginning was not the attitude of a filthy man crawling out of death, it was just a spoiled child, although it was a bit immoral, but Katerina looked at it at this time The look in Crick's eyes made him feel in a good mood, as if he had corrected the self who was loved by everyone and hated by Katerina in the past, and he couldn't help smiling.

"Hebrew, cut off his head, we are the victors." Katerina said with a smile.

But even so, Crick wouldn't die.Although he wanted to say this, Hebrew didn't really say it out, and with excitement and impulsiveness that he didn't even know why, he took a step towards Creek.

Suddenly, doubts and fears appeared in Crick's ferocious eyes like wolf cubs. Of course, he was not afraid of "death", it was just that he sensed the emotion of the living corpse in front of him, but he didn't understand that. What is it? He took two steps back subconsciously, wanting to leave this thing he couldn't understand and control, but the injury on his ankle at the beginning cracked again with Crick's movements, and he fell on the snow in the field.

This is... Olivia's child.

Hebrew was in a daze, probably because the magic power stored in his body was about to reach its limit, he could even feel that life, or soul was gradually leaving his body, at this time his attention was no longer allowing him to pay attention Others, he can only look at the blood-covered child who fell in the snow and looked up at him.

Yes, Olivia, that naive and hopelessly stupid woman, she has the best talent for assassination, was born in the blessed city of assassination, Marklia, but she is naive, almost contrived to the point of outrage A woman who dreamed that she didn't want to kill anyone. For this innocent reason, she became the great mentor of the Zion Society. She innocently gave birth to a child, and innocently wanted to protect his happiness, so she let him stay away. All about the assassination, when she finally found out that she was no match for the traditions of the Zion Society, she actually wanted to destroy the entire Zion Society, and colluded with the king of Arathor to assassinate Princess Croana, and the lives of thousands of people were like child's play like throwing...

And in front of him is the child of that innocent woman, the child of the woman who killed Princess Croanne.

Innocent... woman.

"Tell me, Hebrew."

Croana was sitting in the gazebo in the rose garden of the Kingdom of Arathor, looking at Hebrew with blue eyes, her fingers tapping on the rim of the white porcelain cup, the sun shining on her blond hair, like the setting sun on the plain river.

"what?"

"Tell me, am I a very naive woman?"

"of course not."

"You know I don't want to hear these perfunctory answers, Hebrew, this is as boring as the gossip at the countess' afternoon tea party, I want to know what you really think."

Hebrew didn't know how to answer for a moment, he stared blankly at Croanna for a long time, and then replied hesitatingly: "Why do you think so, princess."

"Because I'm always asking for things that I know I can't do and shouldn't do."

"...Is there anything here that you can't and can't do, Your Highness Wangfei? You are His Majesty's most beloved woman. No matter what you want, he will bring all the treasures in the world to you."

"Really?" Croana suddenly stood up and said, "Then if, for the sake of my loved one, I want to hurt others, take their lives, destroy the entire kingdom, and throw thousands or tens of thousands of people into What about death? Would you still say that?"

No.Hebrew thought, but anyone who still has reason would not easily agree with this view, but he didn't answer, but just kept silent.

"Aren't you talking? My knight?" Croana walked into Hebrew step by step, with a wonderful smile on her face.

"Why wasn't you the one who proposed to me back then, Hebrew."

I know.

Hebrew raised the sword in his hand to Creek.

I have always known that Olivia is a knife, but if the knife is just placed there quietly, it will not hurt anyone. There must be someone who lifts the knife, and the knife will hurt people. This The one who raises the sword is the king of Arathor.

I know, but it’s useless, I can only hate Olivia, the woman who is dreaming her innocent dream, and the product of her innocent dream, that child, the one in front of me fell down in the snow, covered in blood. is the child of blood.

Croanna, Croanna...

I am sorry.

A heavy sword, the Hebrew sword was very accurate, and it fell towards Crick's neck without any hesitation, but this heavy sword was enough to cut off the neck of a seven-year-old child On En'anke's palm, there was just a deep cut.

As if using the magic of teleportation, En'anke came to Creek from the balcony railing not far away, and blocked Hebrew's sword with his hand. He looked down at the still dazed Creek said angrily, "Why don't you hide and fight back? Can a walking corpse like this scare you? It's because you're always in a daze that I can't put my mind at ease. You are still too young to put the sword in your hands."

Just now, he was staring at the Hebrew Creek like a wolf cub who had been robbed of his food. After hearing En'anke's reprimand, he had already pursed his mouth, as if he was about to cry in the next second. come out.

En'anke sighed, glanced at Hebrew who had really died due to the dissipation of magic power, and threw him out with his sword and man. He first glanced at Isis on one side, and then turned his gaze to Katerina, and said coldly: "Good strategy, miss, as you expected, although Crick will not die because of his head being cut off, but I really don't want to hold a lost Crick in the head is sleeping... I count it, you hurt me with a sword, congratulations. You won."

"Thank you for your generosity?" Katerina retorted with a sneer.

En'anke ignored Katerina's provocative words, but bent over and hugged Crick, who had fallen to the ground, and said, "It doesn't matter if you want to go into Flanders, I guess you will go first." The three people before have already entered. I was thinking about showing kindness and giving you a good time before you go through something more terrifying, so that you can leave in peace, but now I don’t have that mood anymore. , if you want to go in and die, please go ahead."

"Is there anything else in that place besides Ingram?" Katerina raised an eyebrow.

"No, but what does that matter? Isn't Ingram a terrible thing to you?"

Katerina chuckled lightly: "You said that, yes, that's right."

"Wait, I have another question, Flanders...does it mean the Baroque chamber?" Sade asked.

"Baroque's secret room?" En'anke tilted his head and thought for a moment: "The three people who came in front did call it that, but the correct name of that place is Flanders, which is the headquarters of the Baroque school. An underground palace that is not locked, if you go in, be careful not to get lost."

After speaking, En'anke didn't give other people time to think and ask, so he took Crick out of here and disappeared into an unknown corner. Whether they appeared or were young, these two people were like ghosts.

"Isis."

After watching En'anke leave, Katerina turned her attention to the illusionist again. At this time, Isis was half-kneeling next to Hebrew's corpse. She had already arranged Hebrew's mummified corpse, She closed her eyes for him.

"He was deeply in love with Princess Croanna," Isis said.

"Even if I'm not an illusionist, I can see this kind of thing." Katerina waved her hand.

"Yes," Isis stood up, "but why can't he see it himself?"

"How do I know?" Katerina said impatiently: "Even if he knows, what can he do? He is not the kind of naive person. He believes that this is impossible, so he will not take the next step. Now, he will neither elope with the princess, nor think about seizing power and usurping the throne to take back his woman. He puts everything on the scale and weighs carefully, no matter how much he loves Croanna, the weight in his heart Nothing weighs more than the hundreds or thousands lost in elopements or rebellions."

"For a woman, falling in love with such a man is really boring." Sade's mouth was still merciless, and she had already sat back on Ur's back, citing the little leather whip in her hand boredly.

"makes sense."

Isis shrugged his shoulders and said with a wry smile: "But he worked hard. Although he is an indifferent man who refuses to involve other people's lives and lives for innocent things, at least for the woman he likes, he has bet on it." It's all about me."