Chapter 230 Assassination (Part 1)

The Faceless Men had already quietly crossed the canal before the sun completely set, and outflanked the mercenary camp.

Her real name is not Faceless, but Aphra. This is the name given to her by Heather, the bishop of the holy city of Hermes, which means dust. She likes this name very much, because the dust is unpretentious, as long as it falls on the ground, it will no longer be able to distinguish each other, just like herself.

Only in front of Heather, Aphra will restore her original appearance.

As a member of the tribunal, she assisted the bishop in dealing with many fallen people, including witches who had betrayed the church, and believers who had been corrupted by the secular world. He was sent to the capital to complete a key task: to transform a pious presiding judge into the king of Graycastle. As for catching fallen witches, it is just a side-by-side leisure activity. She likes to imitate those witches who have been punished and tortured, and then experience it from the beginning to the end. Only by sharing the pain of the fallen ones can she feel more deeply the importance of everything she has done. The meaning of the incident is also an atonement for her possessing devil power.

The opponent's camp was set up ingeniously. It happened to be in the raised fields on the shore. It was difficult to observe their whereabouts from a low place, and the flying witches in the sky prevented her from getting too close. Aphra had to lurk in a farm warehouse and wait until dark before acting.

When night fell over the land, she unexpectedly found that the situation had changed.

The mercenaries had already withdrawn from the pier area and all retreated into the camp, while those dreamland water idiots, holding torches sparsely, gathered together on the river bank, as if they were telling the other side, "Someone is coming to attack the camp!" ". Even if there are no flying witches, as long as the mercenary group is not all blind, something is wrong at a glance.

Oops, she secretly thought something was wrong, if the opponent judged that there were too many rats and there was no chance of winning, they would definitely retreat to the east. Although it is very taboo to march at night, it is obvious that you can’t take care of so much if you are escaping for your life. Just go your separate ways, and the encirclement is not even a shadow at this moment. . By the time they got around, the other party might have already run away. It is impossible to let the mice chase the enemy at night, where will I find those damn witches?

Aphra hurried towards the camp, hoping to blend into the team before they retreated.

But when she arrived near the mercenary gathering place, the scene in front of her was completely unexpected.

There were still people patrolling around the camp, and the bonfire was burning very vigorously. People came and went, seemingly orderly, and there was no chaos.

They didn't even choose to retreat?

After observing carefully for a while, Aphra confirmed her judgment, and at the same time she was secretly happy. Although I don't know why the other party decided to stay here instead of fleeing as soon as possible, but in this way, the ending is already doomed. She took out a dagger from her waist, observed the movement of the watchman, and groped towards the weakest spot.

In addition to giving her the meaning of existence, Lord Heather also taught her the skills of fighting and assassination. The opponent is not an elite mercenary who has experienced many battles, as can be seen from the arrangement of the sentry points. While a mercenary was looking elsewhere, she crouched down from a blind spot and quickly rushed behind him, covered her mouth with one hand, and stabbed the dagger into his neck with the other.

After silently killing the mercenary, Aphra pressed the opponent with one hand and put her other hand on her chest, and used the transformation ability. All the magic power in the body was exhausted, and the transformation time lasted for nearly half an hour. But at this time, she didn't need to work so hard. In the blink of an eye, she transformed herself into a mercenary. Although the effect could only last for half a day, it was enough for an assassination.

Before the patrol came back, she quickly took off the opponent's clothes, put them on herself, and dragged the corpse into the wheat field at the same time. It's just that when she faced the mercenary's weapon, she felt a little confused. It was an iron gun with a wooden handle, but there was no tip at the tip of the gun, but a small black hole.

What kind of weapon is this thing?

She thought for a long time but still couldn't come up with an answer. Seeing that the patrol team was about to pass by, Aphra had no choice but to carry it behind her back as she remembered, pretending to be on guard.

Just like countless assassinations before, the patrol passed her by without finding anything unusual.

Aphra is not in a hurry to return to the camp to find the whereabouts of the witch. After all, the replacement technique can only simulate the appearance, but cannot read thoughts. When these people are in chaos, Zi Zi has countless opportunities for her to choose.

When the moon hung high in the night sky, the idiots of Dreamwater finally crossed the canal and came closer. And the whistle sounded behind her, and the mercenaries on patrol and sentry began to retreat to the camp. Her chance came.

Following the crowd into the camp, Aphra was surprised to find that there were far more than a hundred people on the other side. They formed a long circle and surrounded the entire small slope, either crouching or standing, holding the pole in their hands. weapon with the holed end facing the enemy.

She didn't have time to take a closer look, and when no one was paying attention, she bent down and got into the nearest tent.

After a while, there was a shout of killing outside, which was interrupted by a more violent explosion. Aphra was taken aback, the sound was so dense that it barely stopped.

What the hell happened? She resisted the urge to poke her head in to see what was going on, and waited quietly.

As time passed, the camp became busy, with footsteps and orders everywhere, probably adjusting the defense force according to the number of opponents attacking. What makes Afra feel anxious is why they haven't reached the top of the slope after so long! ?

After a while, the sound of ping-pong-pong gradually faded away, and she could no longer hear the fighting of mice, which made Aphra's heart sink. Could it be... the dregs of the dreamland water have retreated ? Even if the number of mercenaries is doubled, there are only two or three hundred people, and the thousand or so mice surrounding them from all directions can't take a step to the top of the slope?

Opportunity seems to be away from her.

Aphra got out of the tent without hesitation, and moved towards the center of the camp. When the battle was over and the personnel were counted, it was difficult for her to hide from everyone's eyes. This was not a well-prepared infiltration, she was not familiar with the personnel and passwords of the mercenary group, so she had to make a quick decision.

Going around the two tents, Aphra slowly poked her head out and looked towards the center of the camp. I saw four women sitting around the bonfire, probably the witches mentioned in the intelligence. Although the numbers didn't match, the damn information hadn't been accurate from the very beginning, and there was not much difference between killing two and killing four, and any suspected degenerate should be tortured. When it is too late to torture, they should all be killed. Even if they are wrong, it is a necessary sacrifice.

She looked around, and after planning the retreat route, she stood up from behind the tent and walked towards the campfire as if nothing had happened.

As soon as she stepped into the open space in the middle, Afra felt a cold and hard object pressing against the back of her head.

"Don't move," said a woman's voice, "Who the hell are you?" (To be continued.)