Outside the Shaman Temple, two guards stood on both sides, listening to the increasingly heavy rain, and felt a little distracted for a moment.

Their posts are the most comfortable, with a vast military tent in front of them, motionless corpses behind them, and a secret sentry hiding behind a bunker not far away. Except for the occasional shaman who comes in and out, almost no one can be seen.

It is inevitable to be lax in attitude.

Suddenly, the guard on the left palpitated for no apparent reason. He looked to the left and saw nothing but darkness.

Without any warning, the shadow of the tungsten steel dagger blended perfectly into the night, and accurately embedded itself into the guard's throat, severing the trachea during the shock. He felt that his body fell uncontrollably to the right, and he was unable to say a word.

The guard on the right subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and saw a line of blood beads in the air. His pupils expanded violently, and he opened his mouth wide to send a warning to the sentry in the distance.

The dim blood shadow suddenly pounced, removing the guard's temporomandibular joint in an instant, and then wrapped its slender hands around his neck, biting his throat with two fingers like crocodile teeth, and pinched the throat bones with a snap.

The guard fell to the ground, unable to move like a puppet with its strings cut off. He had no choice but to accept his fate. Before he died, he could only curse Anwhistle in his heart for being a son of a bitch.

He would never know that half a minute ago, the dead Anwhistle also scolded him in his heart like this.

Kino let go of his hand and looked back at the church.

Let alone someone with a mysophobia like Kino, even for an ordinary person, hiding in a corpse is an extremely disgusting thing.

But there was no way. His range of activities was restricted by the Supreme Being. He could not evacuate to a neighboring town with Paladin and others. Reinforcements did not know when they would arrive. He had no choice but to face death and enter the enemy camp.

Hiding in a corpse is the only way to avoid peripheral security.

Kino wiped his hands with the deceased's clothes, clutched the tungsten steel dagger, and ran into the rain.

The Shaman Temple is located deep in the nomadic military camp. The location of Dadan's main tent has not yet been confirmed, so you can only explore it yourself.

There are many types of nomadic marching tents on the way, including livestock tents, food tents, open tents, military supplies tents, etc. It seems chaotic and unorganized, but in fact, the opposing military tents keep a close eye on the military camp, and the sentries look at each other.

Hidden sentry, guarded all night, there are almost no blind spots for sentry posts.

However, in Kino's eyes, this kind of defense was as scattered as tattered bags. They became the most loyal accomplices of the processors on rainy nights with extremely low visibility.

...

A horsehide kettle floated along the stagnant water, attracting the attention of the grain tent guard. He secretly cursed who was so wicked that he would throw the kettle around after drinking. Aren't you afraid of being beaten by the quartermaster?

Just when he leaned over to pick up the kettle, a shadow of blood quietly appeared behind him, and the tungsten steel dagger caressed the side of his throat. Death came quietly.

...

A secret whistler hummed a desert song softly. He was not afraid of being exposed. Anyway, such a soft song would be drowned by the heavy rain.

A soft sound penetrated into his mind, disrupting the rhythm of humming. He just felt that the sound was very much like the sharp huqin he had heard before, and it suddenly reminded him of the sand like snow and the moon like a hook.

The tungsten steel dagger was pulled out from the temple, bringing out scarlet blood mist.

...

The bright whistle was bored, and he was thinking: Why didn't the secret whistle stop singing?

Before he had time to ask, the crossbow arrows struck in the darkness pierced the back and back of his neck, and he was held up by his waist before he fell to the ground, as if dancing a Viennese waltz.

...

In the tent area, a woman stood next to the baby's cradle, gently rocking it.

Usually at this time, the child has already fallen asleep, but tonight he kept his eyes open, neither crying nor fussing, but he just didn't want to fall asleep.

The woman looked at the child with innocent eyes, her expression full of love.

Without warning, the curtain opened wide.

The woman turned around and saw the rainwater being swept into the tent by the wind. She quickly got up and walked over to retie the strap to prevent rainwater from spilling on the baby.

When she turned around again, she suddenly found a scarlet figure in front of her. Even though she was soaked, the rain failed to dilute the blood on his body.

Just as the woman was about to scream, her slender hands pinched her throat and pressed against her vocal cords to prevent them from vibrating. She held the dagger in her other hand and raised her index finger in front of her lips, signaling to be silent.

The woman was so frightened that her breathing was disordered and she could only nod her head.

The tungsten steel dagger quietly pressed against the baby's side, and Kino released his grip on the woman's throat: "I'm extremely nauseated now and in a bad mood. If you shout, he will die immediately."

The woman was frightened and sobbed in a low voice: "I will never shout, I just ask you to let my child go..."

Kino: "In the military regulations of the nomads, except for Dadan's wife, other women are not allowed to enter the military camp. So, you are a Shanwule woman?"

"it's me..."

"Where is Shan Ule?"

The woman hesitated at first, but when she saw the tungsten steel dagger pressed against the baby's side, she cried: "The military tent has no fixed position. If you look at which military tent hangs a wolf's head, it is his main tent..."

Chino: "Thank you."

The woman's body was trembling, and there was no color on her face: "Can you let me go? I can't let the child be without a mother..."

Chino: "It depends on one thing - do you see me?"

The woman quickly shook her head: "I didn't see it, I didn't see anything! I've never seen you before!"

"You know very well that you are lying."

"sorry..."

"so?"

"I...I saw you..."

"Oh~"

"Bah!" The tungsten steel dagger slashed across her throat. The incision was extremely deep but extremely smooth, with almost no trace visible.

Her throat was gurgling and blood was bubbling, and she knelt down weakly on the ground, but her hands tightly grasped Kino's sleeves. Her desperate eyes were full of pleading, as if she was begging him to let go of that innocent little life.

.

Before she received an answer, her life was already drained out of her blood.

After the woman died, Kino walked to the baby's cradle and looked down.

When the baby saw a stranger, his mouth flattened, as if he was about to cry.

"Shh-" Kino raised his index finger in front of his lips and said softly, "Obey, let's play a game."

"Ding." The silver moon bounced into the air and covered the back of his hand.

Kino: "King or laurel?"

Little baby: "Abba, Abba, Abba~"

"Well, you are too young and can't speak yet, so I can only make an exception and help you choose." Kino thought for a while and said, "King."

After saying that, he raised his hands.

On the back of the hand, the holy candle of Doguland I shines, showing supreme mercy.

"Good luck, little one." Chino put away the silver moon, exchanged 1 point of respect for a pacifier containing milk crystal essence, stuffed it into the baby's mouth to prevent it from crying, and turned around to leave.

...

"Rumble--"

The sound of thunder pierced his ears, awakening Shan Wule from his deep sleep.

He looked towards the curtain and saw that one of the guards was so careless that he forgot to tie the fixed rope, and the curtain kept swaying in the strong wind.

Not only did the heavy rain outside not stop, but it got worse and worse. Thunder and light intertwined, the sky was as bright as day, and the inside of the tent was illuminated from time to time.

Just close the curtains, Shan Wu Le thought.

Even if it couldn't stop the thunder, the darkness might relieve the severe pain in his right eye and allow him to sleep soundly until dawn.

He went over to close the curtain, fastened the straps, and prepared to go back to sleep.

Just as he turned around, lightning flashed again, illuminating the delicate face so close at hand. His facial features were so frightening that even the most famous artist in the world couldn't carve them out. Those amber eyes, washed away by the lightning, were exquisite.

Not like ordinary people.
Chapter completed!