Chapter 175 The Power of Coors

Hebron, inner citadel.

Coors, who was wearing a tall butler's uniform, was wiping the blood on his hands with a handkerchief. On the ground, there were two separated corpses.

There was still disbelief on their faces, as if some kind of evil spirit had taken away their lives in an instant.

In the main building of the castle in Hebron.

Now there are corpses everywhere.

The number, determination, and eliteness of the enemy far exceeded Coors' original expectations.

Beside the window, two sleeve arrows were nailed.

Andreas's heavily armed figure collided with the enemy in the corridor for several rounds before flashing back into the attic.

In just a few rounds, there were four or five deep marks on his armor.

He gasped: "Who are these people, so powerful?"

"Just a bunch of rebels."

Coors looked serious, and he frowned in thought.

The city defense troops guarding the castle suffered extremely heavy losses. If they continue to fight like this, they may collapse.

"You continue to guard here."

Kors instructed, he put his fingers on the back of his neck, and then, like opening a zipper, he gently pulled it down and took out a sharp white bone spur.

The broken flesh squirmed and slowly closed.

Andreas swallowed: "Butler Coors, where are you going?"

Coors paused slightly and said in a deep voice: "Protect the master's property."

"Wouldn't it be better for us to wait until dawn?"

Coors turned back, his pale face filled with a deep chill: "It's not good, because I heard the other party's conversation, and they wanted to burn the master's castle to the ground."

The Assassins, clad in white linen robes, were flying up and down the castle with sticks dipped in kerosene.

Due to many defeats against Lothar, Assassin finally tried his best for the sake of his own reputation and decided to teach Lothar some unforgettable lessons.

An assassin stood in front of the two huge coats of arms and the giant dragon head statue placed in the middle.

He couldn't help but whispered: "Elder, this Count Lothar is not an ordinary Crusader prince. Do we really want to fight with him to such a desperate situation?"

The elder sneered: "In the Levant, no one can disobey our will. This Count Lothar, we must make him understand the price of offending us."

What is the most important thing about an assassin organization?

Not credibility!

But a deterrent!

For example, although the Assassins failed to assassinate Saladin, this incident did not discredit the Assassins' golden name. On the contrary, it was because of the scar on Saladin's cheek that the Assassins... They are even more interesting to talk about.

Regardless of whether he can do it or not, Assassin must at least show that he "dare" to do it.

As for reaching a secret agreement with Lothar later, it is not impossible to remove Lothar's name from the list of commissions.

"Let's do it quickly."

The elder spoke.

However, the assassin still stood in front of the dragon head statue, as if fascinated by the sight, and did not make any movement for a long time.

The elder suddenly became alert.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Plop——

The assassin's body seemed to have been drained of blood, limp, and fell to the ground.

On the surface, there were no signs of trauma.

In the entire castle hall, it was as if there was no second person at all. The only thing that could be heard was the heart beating crazily out of fear in the elder's chest.

The elder tried to calm down his emotions.

He reached into his arms, first took out a bottle of high-level magic potion used to stimulate potential, unscrewed the cap and drank it.

The blood vessels in his eyes began to darken in color, and the surrounding scenery and various faint sounds became extremely clear at this moment.

He took out a magic-blocking gold dagger with his backhand, and then silently stepped back.

But that's it.

As if he felt someone behind him, he held the magic-blocking gold dagger upside down and stabbed backwards.

Immediately, he stabbed an empty hole.

The elder gasped violently, and there was an uproar in his heart: "What on earth is going on? I clearly feel that someone is behind me?"

Terrified, he simply took out a bone whistle and held it in his mouth.

After blowing.

The assassins all over the castle gathered one after another, finally bringing some comfort to the elder.

"With so many people protecting me, I should be safe, right?"

A stiff smile appeared on his face at some point.

"Elder, why are you looking so pale?"

"Why did you summon us here?"

The assassins were a little dissatisfied.

Although he was an elder, the announcement of this "random fate" that required all assassins to be exposed to the same scene still made many assassins dissatisfied.

"Because of what?"

The elder seemed to be stunned by the question. After a long time, he seemed to suddenly realize: "Of course, because I want your lives."

There was a sly smile on the elder's face.

His lips drew an exaggerated arc.

Kurth's blood shadow magic had already eroded it, and it was only activated now.

The elder's skin peeled off like mud, revealing a puppet body composed of blood and flesh, and then he rushed towards the assassins.

"Damn it!"

"What kind of monster is this?"

"The magic-blocking gold is useless!"

The assassins fought desperately with the puppet monster transformed by the elder, and Kors, like a blood-sucking leech, clung to the elder's back and controlled his body to fight.

Click——

The elder's body was cut in half by the assassins.

However, they couldn't see Coors' true body at all. They only felt a red light flash in front of their eyes, and there was another assassin, reduced to the same situation as the elder.

Parasitize, lurk, and assassinate.

In terms of assassination methods, Assassin's assassins are really far behind Coors.

Vampires absorb the blood of their enemies to replenish their own talents, so Kors doesn't have to worry about running out of energy.

When Andreas brought his people in early the next morning to clean up the mess, what they saw was a tragic scene of corpses and pools of blood all over the place.

At this point, the greatest harm the Assassins have brought to Lothar is probably the word "bad luck".

The military control implemented by Lothar in the city of Alandre was quite effective, and the order of the entire city was restored in the shortest time.

"The letter to Zayn Aladdin has been sent, right?"

"I insulted him so much and he didn't say anything?"

Lothar frowned.

Zahn Aladdin, at noon today, hurriedly sent a letter of peace negotiation, trying to conduct a hostage exchange and redeem Tariq and Alandele City.

Of course we couldn't agree on the price.

Lothar directly opened his mouth and humiliated Zain Aladdin in the letter.

He hoped to make Zahn Aladdin lose his mind by provoking the other party and lead his army to kill him.

It just backfired.

Jeanne shrugged and said: "My lord, you are the noble Earl of Transjordan, the uncrowned king of the Dead Sea, the slayer of dragons and manticores, and the honorary one who defeated Saladin and Adil."

“After being insulted by you for a few times, I think Zain may also think that it is a matter of course.”