Chapter 211 Assassin Altaïr

In 1189, Massimov City, the village outside the castle was already full of wars. The army wearing the uniform of the Crusaders is mercilessly slaughtering the civilians they call "infidels". Only a small number of warriors with silver-gray hoods and agile fighters are resisting tenaciously.

They were members of the Assassin Organization, and had already controlled the entire city of Massimov, but it was a pity that during the third crusade, the Crusaders set their sights on this peaceful small city. Or it should be said that they are eyeing this famous assassin organization.

The Crusades were based on religious beliefs, backed by the powerful Roman Empire, called spreading the faith, but actually plundering wealth and land.

In this process, the Assassin Organization is their opponent for headaches. These hooded assassins who wield Hidden Blades have all received strict training, and they can perfectly lurk in the crowd, flying over the eaves and walls as if walking on the ground. Many high-ranking members of the Crusaders were assassinated by members of the Assassin Order.

Therefore, Athens, which was controlled by the Assassin Organization, became a thorn in the side of the Crusaders. Today, they finally found a chance to break through the Assassin Organization's stronghold in the city.

Altaïr, who was only 24 years old, was a member of the Assassin Order. Talented, he has been a member of the Assassin Order since birth. The moment the Crusaders entered the city, Altaïr revolted.

In this town with complex terrain, Altaïr can attack from any angle. The Hidden Blade was his sharpest weapon. With a flick of his wrist, the sharp blade pierced through the gaps in the armor of these crusaders.

As long as Altaïr makes a move, it must be a one-hit kill.

Like a ghost in the shadows, Altaïr killed dozens of Crusaders and rescued several of his fellow Assassins. Then lead the companions to regain the advantage of the battle situation outside the castle bit by bit.

It was only when Altaïr stabilized the outer battle situation that he heard a shocking news: "Altaïr, there is a traitor among us, the castle has been breached, we must retreat."

Altaïr suppressed the panic in his heart, and asked the companion who reported the message: "Where is the mentor? Where is he?"

"He was still inside when the castle was captured. We can't do anything now. We must lead the others to retreat first." The bloody assassin said excitedly.

Altaïr took a deep breath, comforted his companions and said, "I'll go back to the castle, you lead people to retreat first. Leave some people to contain the crusaders in the village, and try to force them to the canyon!"

After saying this, Altaïr rushed towards the castle on the hillside alone.

The city of Masimov is built on the mountain, the central castle is on the mountainside, and the village is built along the mountain outside the castle. Altaïr walked all the way up, killing the crusaders who were slaughtering the villagers, but when he came to the gate of the castle, he saw a familiar figure.

This person, who used to be his companion, was also a member of the Assassin Organization. But at this time, he had already put on the crusader Templar armor.

"Altaïr, one more step forward, and your mentor will surely die."

Passing through the gate of the castle, the old man in black robe Altaïr saw was caught by several crusaders, and the long sword was already on the old man's neck.

Altaïr gritted his teeth and said, "Traitor! You can't get out of here alive today."

"No, you got one thing wrong, I'm not a traitor. How can I betray an organization I've never been loyal to?"

From the very beginning, he was an undercover agent sent by the Crusaders to the Assassin Order.

"Poor man, you've been living a lie all your life." Altaïr sighed.

"You pagans who believe in false gods don't know what true faith is. Human beings are selfish and ugly creatures. Only by believing in the Lord can we obtain true salvation. And the false god you believe in will eventually become Ashes!" said the Templar fervently.

"If our god is a false god, why did you Templars capture my mentor alive? We all know that our beliefs are real. Immortal giants are also what you have always wanted to find, but you will never Impossible to find."

"Really, then let's see if that old thing is really so stubborn." The Templar said coldly.

Altaïr didn't argue with him anymore, although he was only one step away from the gate of the castle, but for the safety of his mentor, Altaïr didn't dare to take half a step forward, so he could only turn around and leave.

The Templar didn't mean to hunt down Altaïr, the two were once close comrades-in-arms, so he knew Altaïr's ability very well. Altaïr trying to escape.

So the Templar shouted, "Shut the castle gates! Hold this line until the old thing speaks."

The winch turned slowly, and the gate of the castle fell, blocking the only entrance.

Altaïr did not go far, but turned a corner and walked along the outer wall of the castle to a corner. The exterior wall at this location is a bit damaged and some repairs have been done.

For ordinary people, those tiny uneven positions are the same as nothing, but for a master assassin like Altaïr, as long as there is a little bit of leverage, he can climb up.

But when he was about to climb up, he saw a strange man in a black cloak and a khaki mask.

The shape of this cloak is somewhat similar to Altaïr's white assassin outfit, especially the front of the hawk-like hood. However, the black-robed monster's cloak doesn't have any patterns, it's just pure black cloth, which looks a little smooth.

Altaïr thought this person was a bit strange, he didn't look like a villager, nor did he look like a crusader. But if it is a member of the Assassin Organization, Altaïr has never seen this person, and not everyone can wear the black robe and cloak. Now the only person in the Assassin Organization who is qualified to wear the black robe is his mentor.

Altaïr's fingers trembled slightly, ready to press out the Hidden Blade to launch an attack at any time.

"Who are you?" Altaïr asked.

The masked weirdo said in a relieved tone: "Are you Altaïr? A disciple of Hassan bin Sabah?"

Although Altaïr didn't know who this person was, but now that the Crusaders had already attacked the city, there was no need for him to hide this well-known thing.

"Yes, I am Altaïr, son of Umar. Who are you?" Altaïr asked again.

At the same time, Altaïr had made up his mind that if this person could not give a reasonable explanation, he would kill him first. He needs to sneak into the castle to save his mentor, and cannot allow any accidents to appear.

The strange man said with a little embarrassment: "My identity, you may not believe it if I tell you."

"Tell me about it." Altaïr's legs were slightly bent, and he was ready to violently kill people.

"Well, since you insist on asking, I can only confess." The strange man pointed at the huge statue outside the castle and said, "Altaïr, I am the eternal giant you believe in."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw a flash of cold light, and Altaïr had already bumped into the strange man's body, and the Hidden Blade pierced deeply into the strange man's throat.

That sentence just now was the most outrageous lie he had ever heard in his life. Even if he pretended to be a member of the Assassin Order, Altaïr would have hesitated, but said he was the immortal giant believed by the Assassin Order? Of course he, Altaïr, is blind, so he can't even tell the size?

Phew, the Hidden Blade was drawn back, and Altaïr was ready to kick this blasphemy away.

But...why didn't this man's wound bleed?