Today's night seems to be particularly long.

Unfortunately, tonight is destined to be a peaceful night.

There was no sound.

Life gradually witheres silently.

At this moment, the hunter and prey have changed their identities.

Although these mercenaries quickly made some arrangements after the trap was detonated, under absolute disadvantages, they still failed to escape the hunter from the darkness of Vir.

The night is the best stage in Vir.

With the cooperation of the Shadow Demon, he was completely an invisible killer under the night sky.

Like a shadow, killing without shadow.

This should be the truest portrayal of the assassin.

However, all this appeared on such a strange swordsman.

So what if it looks like a shadow?

After getting along with the shadows, Vir is a pure shadow!

...

"Click."

Another mercenary was quietly wiped out in the darkness.

This is the third tent that Vial has cleaned.

The protective magic circles that were originally used to prevent eavesdropping and sneak attacks have now become their desperate cage.

No one even knows what's going on here.

Perhaps, they were still confused before they died—

Why can Weir sneak in quietly without triggering the magic circle?

Unfortunately, no one can tell them.

...

“Crunch.”

The strange chewing sound rang out inappropriately, and it seemed particularly vulnerable in the black night.

The sound is not loud, it is very similar to the sound of eating. However, under the obstruction of the protective magic array outside the tent, people outside cannot hear any sound.

Standing at the center of the tent, Ville touched his chin, and beside him, there was still some unclogged blood.

The wreckage is gone.

Just now, the mercenaries in the tent had become the perfect food used by the Shadow Demon to fill his stomach.

The methods seem to be a bit cruel...

I don't know when it started, but Weir suddenly found that his hands were also stained with human blood.

Be kind to your enemies is cruelty to yourself.

Weir has always understood this truth.

But this time, Weir seemed to have done a little too much-

Except for the six unlucky guys who were shot into a sieve by Eve after the trap was detonated, thirteen mercenaries had already been killed in Vir's hands. Even though they begged with tears and tears, Vir still made a move without mercy.

Kill them all, this is definitely not Weir's intention.

But he did it anyway.

It seems that in my heart, there is a desire for blood.

only--

For some reason, Weir seemed to enjoy this feeling a little.

...

In front of the last tent, Weir stopped.

According to the information obtained, the boss of the mercenary slept in this place.

This is a tent with a slightly different shape. It looks smaller than other tents. It also has bright light inside, and it seems that a lot of illuminated fluorite is used at the same time.

Of course, there is another strange thing-

There is no protective magic array outside this tent!

Weird.

This is the definition of Weir's secret.

As for the reason-

I don’t know if it’s because I’m too confident in my skills or because I’m afraid that my younger brother will smear my neck when I’m sleeping. According to the information, Dennis is the only one in the tent of the mercenary leader.

Dennis, the eighth-level shadow dancer.

McCarros, the mercenary leader, has unknown rank and strength, but it seems to be the strongest one in this mercenary group.

This is the only information that Weir pried out from the mouths of the mercenaries.

After glanced at Eve who had already started to rest from a distance, Vill finally put his heart back in his stomach.

Fortunately, the injury seems not serious, so next, these two guys are left.

but……

What is their motivation for taking action?

Looking at his hands, Weir suddenly felt a moment of trance.

From beginning to end, I didn’t have any big grudges with these mercenaries, but judging from their various behaviors, these guys were ready to kill him from the very beginning.

There must be some unspeakable reason.

The reason for killing is never without purpose, especially when you have never met.

Is it a member of the church?

Weir thought of a possibility.

this--

It seems to be the only explanation, but this reason is too far-fetched.

Something is wrong.

There are too many doubts.

Including the female leader of the caravan.

...

Without any disguise, Weir just stood straight in front of the tent, like a wooden stake stuck to the ground.

think.

This is very important.

All of this, every part, revealed a strange atmosphere, forcing Weir to carefully sort out this big circle of things.

camouflage?

There is no need anymore.

As early as when Weir killed other mercenaries, the mercenary leader had already discovered Weir's small moves, but for some reason, that guy never took action.

...

Time passes slowly.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back and spoke.

"Don't plan to come in?"

"Don't worry, I'm thinking about something."

"There is no need to be so troublesome, dead people don't need to think."

"I think it's necessary to think."

He answered slowly, and Weir was too lazy to lift his eyelids.

To be honest, the aura of the mercenary leader is not as strong as the oppressive force brought by the Red Tower chief Ryan, how could Vir be afraid?

"Interesting little guy, can you tell me what you are thinking?" It sounded like he was asking patiently, but obviously, his behavior was incompatible with the gentle tone. As soon as he finished speaking, with the sound of a sharp blade breaking the wind, several black darts shot out from it.

Black is the best protective color for these little things.

They form a strange fan with almost no dead corners.
To be continued...