Ultimate Assassin System

The distance from the starting eaves to the target corner bungalow is not very far. Visually, it is at most a hundred feet, which is three to four hundred meters, less than a mile.

The pace of an ordinary person, if calculated according to normal breathing, is two steps per breath, which is about sixty or seventy meters. Note, this is walking. In other words, a normal person would stroll through this distance, which would only take a few minutes. To take a step back, for a baby to stagger and crawl, it only takes a few dozen minutes in terms of straight-line speed.

But in fact, it took Tang En about two hours from departure to now, and now he is still on the road...

This situation is certainly abnormal for Tang En. Under normal circumstances, Tang En would be able to flash to the door of his destination instantly if he teleported to the other side. But it is a pity that in the current environment full of multiple perceptions, any spatial fluctuation will be invisible. Therefore, for the sake of caution, Tang En did not use any external aids such as skills and vitality, and relied on basic assassin skills such as stealth and hiding.

And because of this, this speed now seems to be normal for Tang En.

To give an example of what just happened, when Tang En was crawling past a certain decorative bush, he had no confidence in passing directly because there was no obstruction. He just stayed motionless next to the muddy grass stems, curled up and lay down for half an hour... In the end, if it hadn't been for a small group of barbarian guards who had deviated from their marching route and moved to the side, blocking Tang En's line of sight, he would have been lying down and waiting... If he had been outside the arch before, Tang En had passed among the flowers. , no leaves touching the body with ease. Now all that's left is the trembling and painful suffering of walking on thin ice.

Perception like search radar, constant patrols, magic traps hidden everywhere...wind speed, breathing, crawling marks, and even heartbeat...

Everything, whether subjective or objective, has become a disturbing factor that may expose Tang En's figure. Every inch of progress requires a hundred thousand, a hundred or even ten thousand degrees of caution. Every crawling step is almost a strategic victory...

And I have to admit it. In the current environment, regardless of Tang En's ability, he put aside all external aids. If it wasn't for a bit of luck, it would basically be explained here.

Like an hour ago. A master was so quiet that he actually walked out of his seat and wandered around for a while. This was undoubtedly an emergency situation, and Tang En was unprepared. At that time, the closest distance between the other party and Tang En was only a few steps away, and the two sides were separated by the wall of a house. As long as he took a few steps forward and turned his head, he could see Tang En clinging to the wall like a gecko.

fine. He finally stopped. Tang En, who was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, while thinking about revenge that would frighten the other party if he jumped out, retreated slowly, walked around the other side of the house, and luckily escaped... Of course, Then again.

Tang En is probably the only person in the world who can reach here without being discovered by his own ability. Neither can Woodin. If the latter comes here, his only option is to rush in with his sword outside the city lord's palace...

Another half hour passed. It was about three o'clock in the morning, when the night was dark.

Tang En finally passed through the blockade and reached the corridor outside the bungalow. Hide again in the pointed tile eave groove above.

He took a slight breath, wiped away the dense sweat on his forehead, and sprinkled some powder casually, which could remove the odor of sweat. Tang En was quite well prepared when he came, but unfortunately he didn't meet the dog, so the bones he had packed in his arms couldn't be put to use...

Doing all this in an orderly manner, while leaning against the wall, listening to what's going on in the room, eh. It was silent... Tang En could swear that if the mysterious barbarian commander was not inside. He will definitely, definitely... Well, draw a circle and curse him!

Ahem. Okay, I'm just imagining things again...

After taking a short rest, Tang En hooked his legs on the eaves, hanging upside down, and slowly lowered his body like a bat. Then he moved his fingers slightly, and a thin blade slowly slid open along the gap in the wooden window.

Suddenly, ding, a slight metal collision sound, almost inaudible. Tang En was stunned for a moment, and then he slid out in the opposite direction without giving up. There was also a soft ding sound... He was furious, how dare you compete with me? !

Generally speaking, the buckles of wooden windows are also made of wood, so they look coordinated. If you change it to metal, it will inevitably be different. But the wooden window in front of me is different. It should be guarded against unkind guests like Tang En, so the inside is sealed up and down with iron plates. A thin blade cannot cut through it... Of course, if it is covered with blood, there will be no problem. . However, in the current space crowded with various perceptions, it is undoubtedly delusion.

He had broken through the dragon's den and the tiger's den before, and finally reached his destination, only to be turned away by a few iron bars. Of course, Tang En was not willing to accept it. After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth, retracted his body, turned over his hand to put away the blade, and showed the dagger this time.

He touched the wall touching the eaves and swung the dagger decisively. With a pop, the solid wall was penetrated completely by the dagger as easily as tofu. If one could see the cross-section of the wall, one would also find that Tang En's knife was inserted right into the gap between the stones, exactly.

It was impossible to walk through the door, and no one was allowed to enter through the windows, so Tang En could only dig holes in the wall... The difference was that while others poached the base, he dug the top!

The pitch-black dagger in Tang En's hand was not the bumpy, defective product from before, nor was it an ordinary item. It was a murder weapon specially made by Lina for him, and it had a name, called 'Arthur's dagger...' It could cut gold and cut jade without adding any external power such as fighting spirit or blood energy. In this way, the mere stone and brick walls are naturally not a problem.

Of course, even so, Tang En cut very carefully. He held the dagger in one hand and moved it slowly, trying not to make any noise. He held it with one hand and let the lime brick fragments fall down, lest any flaws would be exposed and be sensed by the Northern Wilderness masters who were as sensitive as dogs.

After a while, a stone, a brick, and another stone... Tang En used his water grinding skills with great patience to open a cave at the top of the wall. This scene is like a mouse digging at the foundation of a granary, persevering and concentrating. And at this moment, suddenly,

The dagger paused and got stuck in the gap between the last stone. Then Tang En's ears moved, his lips slightly pursed with a hint of determination, and he slowly swung the dagger again.

soon. There were some light footsteps coming from the corner of the corridor, and he said vaguely, Are you sure... That's the archway before. Are you sure no outsiders have come in?

Sure! I just asked in person... Two figures turned from the corner and walked up the corridor. Several companions of that unlucky guy said they didn't see the enemy. It should be because the guy was too nervous and made a wrong step...

Shh, keep your voice down. When he came to the corridor, the figure walking inside subconsciously glanced at the house and pressed his palms, as if he was afraid of waking up something. He whispered, That's good, brothers, please don't be careless and cheer up. It may not be peaceful recently...

Yes, don't worry, sir. He waved his hand with great momentum, The masters of the gods and warlocks are in charge, and the warriors in the army are patrolling all the time to discipline those brats who stare at each other and can't get in. …”

Yeah. It's always good to be careful. And there are strong men on Bran's side... I once saw a Bran man. In a small valley, nearly ten thousand tribal warriors went in to encircle and hunt him down. Even after spending a whole night, they couldn't do anything. Catch him...

Uh...what happened next?

Later, he threw himself into a trap and ran into our trap before being surrounded... However, he took the initiative to capture the king, but failed. After being surrounded, we couldn't do anything for him for a while, and finally set fire to the mountain. Forced him out......

……Grass!

At this time, as long as the two figures who were talking below raised their heads and looked up at an angle of 45 degrees, they would immediately spot a huge rat...

But Tang En didn't look at them at all, nor did he hear what they said clearly. Now, all he could see was the slowly moving trajectory of the dagger. His face was expressionless and his eyes were like a wolf or an eagle!

...By the way, sir. Is the person inside...well, I just asked casually. Everyone has guesses. It's inconvenient for you not to tell me... As if he was apologizing, after the conversation changed, the figure on the outside fell half a step behind. , bowed slightly and caressed his chest.

The atmosphere was a little tense for a moment. When he was about to reach the closed window, the figure inside spoke with an extremely serious tone, Go on, if anyone makes any further guesses about this, let him rot in his stomach... Well, you and I have known each other for many years. , and you know my character. You shouldn’t inquire about this matter, and you shouldn’t ask, otherwise the consequences will be...

His tone softened slightly and he raised his hand, as if he wanted to find a more accurate adjective that would completely dispel the other party's doubts without affecting their friendship. But at this moment, his words stopped and his feet stopped.

Seeing this, the figures on the outside paused at the same time. When they saw the adult in their mouth, they turned to look at their inner shoulders, paused, and suddenly raised their heads.

What's wrong... sir? Following the gaze of the adult, the figure outside also looked up. The pointed top of the corridor was dark, unobstructed, and empty.

It's nothing, there's some dust... Well, let's go. The figure on the inside retracted his gaze, thought for a moment, shook his head, turned around and walked out of the corridor.

The moment the two people left, the wall near the pointed eaves of the corridor seemed to move, and a stone moved outward a little and returned to its original position.

In the room, Tang En, who was pressed against the cold wall, retracted his arm and breathed a long sigh of relief. Sweat poured down from his forehead and temples. Fortunately, it is very safe here, and the large-scale perception that seems to be omnipresent in the City Lord's Mansion has not enveloped this place.

However, now that I think about it, the voice of the person outside just now seemed a bit familiar... Was it an illusion?

Shaking his head and putting aside these distracting thoughts, Tang En landed lightly on the ground. After a quick glance, the house is not very large. It is divided into two compartments by a half-open wall and a door curtain hanging with various crystal pendants. As a resting place, the area is sufficient.

The house is not completely dark. There is a weak light source in the inner room, reflecting the dark blue crystal pendant door curtain, illuminating the outer hall as blue as the sea, mysterious and elegant.

I roughly observed the layout of the extra hall and determined that there was no danger. Stepping silently, Tang En's nose suddenly twitched, and he smelled a faint fragrance that was not there, and he couldn't help but feel slightly surprised.

In Tang En's impression, most of the unkempt barbarians, regardless of gender, were pretty good without any peculiar smell. Where did they get this faint fragrance?

I didn't think about it, and Tang En didn't care much. Maybe it was left by the Bran people who lived here before. When passing by the reception table in the outer hall, Tang En looked at the beautifully packaged crystal wine bottle placed on the table. Tang En picked it up, uncorked it, and took a closer sniff. Fruit wine?

He raised his head and took a sip, licking his lips... Well, it tastes good.

Put down the bottle and walk silently through the outer hall. When I came to the door curtain and squinted my eyes, I saw that the layout of the inner room was equally simple. A bed covered with gauze, a few tables, chairs and benches. There are several potted plants placed in the corner near the door curtain, including flowers and plants, that's about it.

As for the weak light source, it came from the dark lighting crystal embedded in the wall above the bed. It functions like a modern wall lamp hanging by the bedside. It does not make the bedroom dark and does not affect sleep. It can also add a little fun or something.

Gee, that's quite tasteful... looking at the raised quilt on the gossamer bed. Tang En raised his eyebrows, thinking this. Then he reached out and gently opened the door curtain pendant and stepped into the room.

Now Tang En is very confident about the purpose of this trip. Judging from the abnormal defense on the outside, the person lying on the bed is probably the mysterious barbarian commander. Even if he isn't, he should be a big shot in the barbarian army. Anyway, no matter how you think about it, it won't hurt.

His fingers trembled slightly, he turned his hand and showed the dagger again. Tang En silently walked towards the bed, the corner of his mouth raised slightly. Hey. It's not easy to meet each other. I hope you won't disappoint me... huh?

Just when he was about to approach the bed, Tang En's feet suddenly stopped. He blinked, a little confused.

It wasn't that he felt danger, but with Tang En's eyesight, at such a close distance, even if it was covered with gauze, he could clearly see what was going on on the bed... Judging from the slightly raised bedding, it was impossible to sleep in it. He is a tall and thick-looking barbarian. Taking a step back, even though this barbarian's figure has seriously shrunk, he is extremely skinny. It’s almost the same as the Bran people, but what’s with those slim curves!

woman?

Tang En was stunned. My mind was filled with absurdity, and my first impression was that I was looking for the wrong target. Isn't this the resting place of the mysterious barbarian commander? But the captured concubine, where the beauty of Bran was imprisoned, and the barbarian commander didn't sleep here tonight?

I am! What should I do...leave? Or should we just stay here and wait?

Tang En instantly fell into an extremely entangled situation and was undecided for a moment. At this moment, the corner of his eye seemed to catch something, reflecting the glimmer of light. He subconsciously turned his head to look, his body trembled, and his eyes suddenly straightened...

There are several thick books placed on the wooden cabinet beside the bed. One is open, with Bran text inside. Of course, this is not the point. The point is the little thing that stands on the open book.

Metal frame, crystal lens, placed vertically upward, the lens reflects a slight blue light...

Glasses? !

As he stared blankly at this real-life object, Tang En's mind was filled with a sense of absurd time travel. After a while, I barely came back to my senses, and my heart was even more chaotic, as if ten thousand grass and mud horses were whizzing by... Gudong, my throat moved slightly, and I swallowed!

No...an illusion! It must be an illusion! It's true that I made a pair of glasses for her, but that doesn't mean it's her... Maybe I gave it away, or maybe after she knew the method, she mass-produced it on a large scale in Beihuang...

While continuing to convince himself, Tang En turned his head extremely stiffly, stepped forward, and lifted the gauze with trembling palms. Pause, take a deep breath, and lean in.

Oh, sure enough, it's you... you seem to have the habit of sleeping with your head covered, and only your hair and half of your flawless face are exposed from the quilt. But this was enough for Tang En to clearly identify that this was not His Royal Highness Lansha from the Northern Wilderness Royal Family whom he was familiar with, or who it was?

His body swayed, holding the edge of the bed with one hand, and rubbing the center of his eyebrows with the other. Tang En felt that his mind was a little confused.

Sort it out, you must sort it out...

Well, this is not an illusion. However, although the world is big, it is normal to occasionally meet a few acquaintances. The so-called meeting old friends in a foreign land... right?

Yeah...that's bullshit!

As soon as his mind returned to normal, Tang En couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking about Bran's precarious situation and Lansha's ability. He knew that his previous judgment was correct, and now he had indeed found the rightful owner.

Tang En had not been in contact with Lansha for a long time, only a few months. But this was enough for him to understand the opponent's incredible IQ, perfect view of the overall situation, and precise control of grand strategy.

Why didn't I think of that...

According to the information given by Wooding before, the other party is an extremely outstanding commander. Although he is located in a corner of the battlefield, he can strategize, understand the overall battle situation, and win a decisive victory thousands of miles away!

With such a rare ability, why couldn't he connect the mysterious barbarian commander with this girl?

It's really - hopelessly stupid!

Tang En patted his confused head, making empty noises, forcing himself to calm down and analyze it carefully.

He came to kill the mysterious barbarian commander, and he paid a heavy price for it. Logically speaking, now that it was finally found, it was natural to get rid of it with one blow. But now I've found it on Lan Sha's head... What should I do? Kill?

... Well, speaking of it, I’m actually not too familiar with her. Although she saved me, I also saved her. We owe nothing to each other. Moreover, she is an enemy, and she once thought about killing me. So, it is natural for me to kill her now...

...Beast, you Tang En, have you forgotten that you kissed someone? Forgot about underwater lovemaking? Forgot that in the Northern Wasteland Imperial City, the other party had already protected you...

Angels and devils, the two little Tang Ens were constantly fighting and entangled in Tang En's mind. They were spitting curses and fighting fiercely. It was a lively scene. So much so that Tang En didn't notice Lansha underneath him. His eyelids rolled, the side of his nose was slightly wrinkled, and he licked his lips with his pink tongue, as if he had realized something and was waking up...

After waiting for a reaction, he lowered his head and met Lansha's watery eyes that slowly opened.

After a pause, he blinked, and Tang En forced out a not-so-good-looking smile: Hi...

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