Thales has experienced the bloody and heavy confrontation between the two armies in front of Broken Dragon Fortress, experienced the fierce and generous death battle between the White Blade Guards and the Black Sand Leader in Longxiao City, and also experienced the terrifying intensity of the confrontation between heavy orcs and cavalry groups in the desert.
But this sudden encounter in the dark cell was definitely the weirdest battle scene he had ever seen.
Because this is a battle that takes place in the dark and without vision.
"call--"
In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Thales had just entered the hell sense when he heard the roar of the wind!
"Lower your head!"
There was a loud shout from nowhere, and then, in the black and white sense of hell, Thales saw a Sword of Disaster three steps away from him falling down in pain, and a short arrow suddenly appeared in his chest.
.
The mercenaries around him raised their swords vigilantly, but with their eyes wide open, they could not see where the threat lay.
The hell sense gave Thales a lot of advantages, but it also made him, who could see the darkness clearly, more frightened than the mercenaries who couldn't see.
Like a person driving along a steep cliff during the day and night.
"Three o'clock! Crossbow!"
The angry shouts of the mercenary Sonny came to my ears.
Thales saw Sonny's figure turn around quickly, and a hand ax came out of his hand.
"Peripheral suppression!"
Several flying axes and flying knives flew out of the Sword of Disaster at the same time, and followed Sonny's order to throw them into the darkness on the right!
"Boom!"
A low muffled sound suddenly sounded, indicating the outcome of this counterattack.
However, the counterattack of the Sword of Disaster was only temporary, and everything had just begun. The sound of melee came from the dark surroundings.
"above!"
Thales only heard a burst of robes being pierced in the upper left corner. He turned around and was shocked to see a strange black shadow falling from the ceiling, heading towards a mercenary on the left periphery!
"thump!"
The two fell to the ground. The mercenary struggled a few times and became motionless, while the assassin rolled backwards flexibly to avoid the surrounding enemies.
"Keep an eye on the hostages!" Ricky's voice came from a distance during the melee.
Thales, who had no time to be surprised, immediately received a heavy weight on his shoulder, and was pushed to the ground by Marina in the darkness!
"Be patient! If you dare to play tricks..." the female swordsman in red gritted her teeth unceremoniously, and pressed her entire weight on Thales' body unceremoniously.
Public revenge for private revenge.
Thales was still coughing in the dust stirred up, thinking painfully.
He finally regained his composure, and suddenly and inexplicably remembered the scene against the elite vampires in the birch forest in the Northland six years ago.
The scene at that time was also like this...
"clang!"
The sound of sword fighting broke his thoughts.
"No!"
A mercenary not far away swung his sword out of consciousness and deflected a stabbing attack from the dark place. However, he immediately screamed and his feet slipped. He seemed to be dragged down by a rope that had been wrapped around him at some point.
Then he was dragged into the boundless darkness, leaving only screams.
"Damn it!"
Further away, an experienced swordsman cursed and chopped down an assassin who wanted to sneak around and attack. However, he was immediately greeted by seven or eight hidden weapons, and he fell to the ground with a groan.
.
Thales, who had an extra layer of vision than others, looked at all this with sweat.
The drill guy is right.
Darkness is the home of assassins.
Moreover, they came prepared and did not hold back. In the first round of raids, the Swords of Disaster, who could not adapt to the darkness, could only passively defend themselves. They were caught off guard by the endless assassination methods of the Shadow Shield!
"coming!"
"Use a shield!"
"There's one going to your right!"
"Ah! Go up, I'm hit!"
Crossbow arrows, flying knives, piercing the air, screams, the sounds are linked together, echoing in the ears.
The figures of assassins nimbly passed around the perimeter of the formation, either looking for opportunities to attack or making noises to spy, which made people nervous.
Even Thales, who could barely see clearly, felt uncontrollably terrified.
However, the Swords of Disaster are worthy of their reputation as the "Blood Whistle". These mercenaries faced a terrifying situation where they were tense, difficult and unable to see things, but they showed outstanding qualities that were no less than those of the army:
No one panicked, no one ran away, no one even retreated.
Everyone in the darkness stood firm like the most qualified soldiers.
"Don't panic, hold the front row, don't let them infiltrate! Cut down all those who move!"
Clay's impatient command sounded:
"Cover, light!"
Soon, a torch was rekindled and ignited in the center of the formation of dozens of Swords of Disaster!
It illuminates a small area.
When everyone closed their eyes subconsciously, they couldn't help but feel excited.
There is light.
However, at that moment, the light of the torch was like attracting the blood of sea sharks, attracting countless attacks from assassins!
From crossbows, throwing knives, daggers to unknown weapons.
"Boom!"
"boom!"
Thales only heard a burst of noise in his ears: the Swords of Disaster, who had been prepared in advance, raised three shields to block the hidden weapons flying from all directions, and many people even used their bodies to protect the fire.
Sonny raised his shield and bared his teeth and said, "Don't even think about it! Quickly - spread the fire!"
With the illumination of the fire, the Swords of Disaster could clearly see everything in front of them.
I saw assassins' figures one after another passing through the darkness outside, either flying by, or waiting on the ground, or even more, hanging strangely on the wall.
They were all dressed in black and their faces were covered with only a pair of cold eyes.
Many assassins subconsciously turned their heads slightly, as if they were not used to the sudden fire.
"Illumination, fight back!" Clay shouted angrily.
Immediately, after the second fire source was lit, the first lit torch was thrown out without hesitation, hitting an assassin in a corner hard!
The assassin was caught off guard and was covered in sparks, which made him extremely bright.
This was his last image - Sonny's second hand ax came from behind and pierced his chest.
The thrown torch burned brightly, illuminating another assassin in that direction, and the two mercenaries immediately caught up.
"Ahhh!"
The two Swords of Disaster roared and charged, one of them slashed the assassin until his figure was crooked.
"Go to hell!"
The person who came after him swung a two-handed axe, cutting out sharp arcs without hesitation!
"boom!"
When the ax blade broke the assassin's neck, it sprayed blood raining all over the sky, which was quite shocking.
The axehand roared to himself, as if venting his anger just now.
"Donglong."
The head hit the wall and bounced back. A few drops of blood spattered into Thales' mouth, making the prince turn his head and spit blood in disgust.
hateful.
He hates the smell of blood.
No matter which one.
The fanatical roars still ring in my ears, and the sounds of scuffles become more frequent.
The reversal of the situation seemed to occur at this moment - after the first wave of panic, the Sword of Disaster's counterattack soon arrived.
"Nine o'clock, back!"
"Front forward, a wave of suppression!"
Orders were sounded in an orderly manner, and more and more torches were thrown, either hitting the assassins hiding in the darkness, or illuminating their shadowy figures.
The Swords of Disaster cooperated tacitly to catch up, or jointly suppressed, or killed with one blow.
Most of them had angry eyes and fanatical attitudes, and they chopped down the night assassins who were flying nimbly before one by one!
Obviously, Shadow Shield is better at unexpected sniping and sneak attacks, but when it comes to frontal combat, these assassins who are accustomed to living in the dark immediately show weaknesses that cannot be ignored.
"boom!"
"Come on, cockroaches!" Josh laughed angrily. Regardless of the flames on his body, he hit an assassin who was accidentally hit by a torch and threw the opponent against the wall.
The moment he came into contact with Josh, the assassin seemed to be under a spell, trembling all over and unable to move.
In the latter's frightened eyes, Josh stabbed the opponent's abdomen with his sword, then laughed and dragged the sword hilt horizontally.
The sword edge pulled out a stream of bright red fluid, which spilled onto the floor as the assassin screamed in pain.
It's both scary and disgusting.
It's more than that.
Thales frowned and watched as an assassin on the side who wanted to disappear into the darkness again was hung up by a rope that looked like a horse rope and dragged back to the mercenary formation.
A tall swordsman indifferently turned the hilt of his sword over, pointed the tip of the sword deliberately and cruelly at the assassin's mouth, and after letting out a sigh of pleasure, roared and stabbed with all his strength!
"Yeahhhhhhh!"
"laugh!"
The poor assassin, who was pierced from mouth to tongue to the back of the head, let out a muffled groan and beat his limbs violently on the ground, but he could only make the sound of the sword piercing the flesh, carving out the melody of death.
Thales frowned again.
The assassins who appeared were no match for the mercenaries who had been fighting for a long time. Coupled with the strange finishing power that Thales had experienced before, many assassins were often beaten to stagger and unable to move as soon as they met.
Then in the second or third hit he meets the cruel fate of a tragic death.
But this is not what Thales cares about most.
"Haha!" Sonny struck a shield from the front, knocking an assassin out of action. After using up his axe, he threw away the shield, held the assassin's half body, licked the corner of his mouth, and pulled out a dagger from his arms.
"Do you like killing people like this?"
Sonny shouted happily, holding the assassin three steps forward, but the dagger in his right hand stabbed the assassin's chest more than a dozen times like a pile driver!
Each time, the assassin's dull eyes brought out countless warm blood and splashed onto Sonny's face.
It makes him even more ferocious.
"Do you like it? Gutter rats!"
Until Sonny, whose face was red with blood, pushed the unconscious and twitching assassin away and looked back with a smile.
Then, he licked the corners of his mouth again.
It's like I just finished dinner.
"Humph," Marina sneered, "I didn't even wipe my mouth clean."
Thales felt chilled as he saw it.
wrong.
The prince looked at the Sword of Disaster in disbelief.
Watch as these skilled but ruthless people disembowel their bodies mercilessly and give their opponents the most brutal death.
Looking at almost every swordsman who fought with the enemy, they came back covered in blood or wear and tear, with expressions of pleasure or satisfaction.
wrong!
Thales looked at these swordsmen who killed without batting an eye, and suddenly felt a long-lost panic in his heart.
not like this.
For more than six years, the prince has seen a lot.
Whether it is the unparalleled strength of the vampire sisters when they turned against each other, or the Fury of the Kingdom's unparalleled charge to break through the army formation, or Ada's precise shot through the siege, or even the bloody battle between Nikolai and Monty in the wilderness,
Every confrontation is extremely exciting, and it is difficult for ordinary people to watch one of them in their lifetime.
but……
Thales looked blankly at the group of mercenaries fighting in blood.
But those people, whether they are vampires, Araka, elves, meteorites, or crows, apart from their skills, they are the most outstanding, most efficient, and purest warriors. They do not move, and once they take action, they are only for victory.
, only for progress, only for the goal.
Whether it's killing or gore, they are just the most one-sided and marginal by-products of this process.
but……
These people in front of me...
Thales stared blankly at the battle, at the laughing Josh, at the blood-licking Sunny, at the countless swordsmen who were cruel and yet had endless aftertaste.
It’s not the personal style of a certain warrior, it’s not the special moves of a certain martial art, it’s not one person, it’s not two people…
Instead, almost everyone is immersed in fanaticism during the battle, enjoying the enemy's howls and cries, pain and bloodshed.
It seems that I have forgotten myself.
Thales looked even more frightened.
No, there must be something wrong with these people...
Battle, ordinary battle, is definitely not like this!
He suddenly noticed that only a few leaders in the Sword of Disaster, such as Ricky and Clay, remained motionless with the same expressions.
Like a bystander.
At this moment.
"Beep——"
An erratic and long strange whistle suddenly sounded.
The Swords of Disaster all shuddered!
But they were not the ones to react.
But the enemy.
At this whistle, the Shadow Shield assassins gave up the fight and stopped attacking. They turned around, dragging the bodies of their companions, or running alone to escape with their lives.
Once again disappearing further into the darkness.
The battle came and went quickly. In a short time, the assassins disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a few corpses that were too late to take away.
"They retreated," Clay grabbed a torch and frowned as he watched the figure of the last assassin disappear into the blurry vision in the distance: "They got into corners, stairs, forks... there are places where cockroaches can hide."
Ricky nodded, but his expression did not relax.
"Count and report!"
After this bad encounter, although the Sword of Disaster drove away its opponents, it was far from as easy as it seemed: many people fell down in the first round of raids, and more people were injured with ribbons and had to sit on the ground for bandages.
, there are even people who have been poisoned, either receiving treatment on the spot, or gritting their teeth and enduring it.
Thales was roughly dragged up from the ground, rubbed his dusty chin painfully, and tried his best not to look at the bloody mess on the ground.
"Your people, are you so crazy and... enjoying every battle?"
The prince looked at a Sword of Disaster who was injured by both the assassin and lying on the ground in pain, waiting for his companions to bandage his chest. He said intentionally: "Just like a wild beast."
"Why, did the bloody scene frighten our Highness?" Marina mocked him without giving any face, while dragging the prince to her side, she said maliciously:
"Don't worry, you'll see more."
Thales sighed secretly in his heart and turned his attention to the leader.
"They retreated, but did not give up," Samir put away his sword with a solemn expression: "The environment here is too dark and too complicated. It is very suitable for them to hide, snipe and harass, or capture sporadic orders."
"We have to do something."
But Ricky looked at the messy scene and shook his head.
"No, you can never get rid of all the cockroaches."
"We can only take care of ourselves."
When Samuel was thoughtful, Ricky looked at Clay who had just finished counting and walked forward.
"What were the casualties? Who was the first to fall?" Ricky was very calm, but the question he asked was very strange.
"After one round, we lost eight people and injured more than a dozen," Clay could not suppress his anger:
"The number on the other side is almost the same. It's a little more or a little less. I can't tell the difference."
"And the baron from Exeter has disappeared. I suspect he may be with those assassins."
Ricky pondered and nodded.
But he immediately raised his gaze and scanned the entire place.
"Something's wrong." Ricky said calmly.
Samir frowned:
"What's wrong?"
Ricky turned around and looked carefully at the place where the assassin disappeared:
"The driller is not trustworthy, but he is by no means stupid."
"For the sake of the heir to the Kingdom of Stars, it is normal for him to threaten us in this situation, but overturning the chessboard and breaking it up? This is not in his interest."
This sentence made Clay and Semier both startled.
But Ricky didn't give them any more time to think. Crassus, the Sword of Disaster, decisively turned around and gave the order.
"When implementing wartime defense, the standards will be based on the purge campaign."
Compared with before, Ricky's words were as harsh and majestic as a march: "Clay, Josh, Sonny, you follow me, guard the rear, start allocating manpower from here, and time the attack
Contact, the upper and lower five floors must be strictly guarded, especially in the corners and overhead. The group of assassins will not only walk on the ground - I don't need absolute safety, and it is impossible to surround them in this situation, but I want to ensure that wherever I encounter them
When there is an attack, the news will be transmitted as soon as possible."
Under the command of the leader, the Swords of Disaster took action one after another, efficiently and neatly.
"Be careful, everyone, this time, our opponent is not the Tower of the End," Ricky said coldly:
"They are the terrifying assassins who are famous in the Western Continent. They will never attack directly, they will only attack secretly."
"Samir, come with me. This time we will go straight to the target and win the battle quickly."
Samuel followed without saying a word and came to Ricky's side.
After experiencing the bloody disaster, the Swordsmen seemed like a pack of wolves waking up. Their unabashed iron-blooded aura was now filled with frost and cold. These mercenaries who had seen the blood followed Ricky and the others and continued downward, alert.
They carefully looked at the darkness around them, and placed sentries at every corner and fork in the road to guard the back roads and ensure that their Crassus had no worries.
Soon, under the lighting of torches, they arrived in front of a special stone hall.
"This should be it, the last floor, the stone steps end here."
What appeared in front of them was still the dark and cold empty hall, which made people feel anxious. But strangely, this stone hall was not as clear as the previous floors. Instead, it branched into three branches, leading to three deep tunnels.
aisle.
"The structure here is much more complicated." Samir frowned.
"According to the information I got from the Oracle," Ricky raised the torch and carefully observed the three passages, "This is the place where the Forbidden Research Institute develops anti-magic weapons. Although it was later transformed into
It’s a prison, but the general layout can’t be changed too much.”
Crassus soon found the emblem of an eye.
"Here," Ricky pointed to one of the passages: "It leads to the original storage room, I guess..."
His expression suddenly changed.
"What is that sound..."
This sentence made everyone nervous. Although they had taken many precautions before, many people still turned around and paid careful attention to the way they came.
But Thales also frowned: he heard what Ricky said.
It seems to be coming from the other side of the passage...
buzzing?
The sounds coming from the hell senses became clearer and clearer, but it also made Thales more and more confused.
Ricky listened for a while and asked with doubt on his face: "It sounds like... someone is praying?"
The Swords of Disaster listened with bated breath, and sure enough, faint human voices came from one side of the dark passage.
"No."
Samuel spoke, he moved slightly and stared at the other end of the passage: "It's not a prayer, but..."
"There is no doubt," Samir gritted his teeth, and the torch illuminated the front half of the passage where the mysterious voice came from:
"Our target is right here, over there."
The Swords of Disaster all cheered up.
"First take people to secure the exit. If I remember correctly, there are two other roads," Ricky nodded to Clay, "Don't let the cockroaches and mice block it."
"Once we're done..."
Clay smiled slightly and led the people to another passage.
"The others will stay outside, pay special attention to the rear," Ricky said solemnly to Sonny and Josh, "Samuel can just go in with us."
Just when Thales thought that Ricky was about to go find his "target", to his surprise, Ricky actually walked over and looked at the prince with bright eyes.
"You can rest now, Marina."
"From now on, I will personally take care of our guests."
While Thales was still surprised, Ricky stepped forward and took Thales away from the confused Marina without any explanation.
The prince stumbled through the crowd with Ricky, and Samir followed behind them. The three of them walked forward step by step and entered the deep passage.
"Why me?" Thales finally stood firm, followed Ricky's torch, and groped his way through the passage that was only two people high.
Ricky chuckled.
"Our friends lurking in the dark are too worrying. I would rather watch you myself... and listen carefully."
Ricky's expression changed.
Sure enough, the moment Thales entered the hell sense, he heard an unusual human voice.
It was a dull and cold male voice, with a faint sense of procrastination, and he muttered words.
"I know...I know...I know...something is coming..."
This sound feels like a dusty antique, echoing through the narrow stone wall and spreading faintly.
He seemed to be mumbling to himself.
The three people in the passage were moved at the same time.
"It's him," Samir couldn't hide his excitement as he looked to the other side of the darkness, "Yes, it's him!"
"He's alive!"
Ricky remained calm: "Continue."
But compared to the two of them, Thales had the help of hell's senses and heard more things.
Just listen to the voice at the end of the passage continuing silently:
"I know that your appearance is not without reason. You must be foreshadowing something and want to remind me..."
Thales frowned deeply:
It sounds like that boring male voice is talking to someone...?
But he didn't have time to ask his questions, and was forced forward by the steps of the two Swords of Disaster.
Getting closer and closer to the source of the sound.
"But what do you want me to do? Give again? Save again? Regret again?"
This voice was full of doubts and longing, as if it was asking for advice or begging for forgiveness, but the emotion contained in it, which was about to overflow, made Thales faintly uneasy.
The man at the end of the aisle.
What is he doing?
Soon, with the slight trembling of the torch, they walked out of this disturbing passage.
The firelight flickered, illuminating this small stone hall.
There is still a scene of gray ruins in front of you. The difference is that there is only one cell in this stone hall, wrapped by a thick iron curtain, located on the other side of the hall.
And the boring male voice that had been lingering for a long time came from behind the iron curtain.
"No, I know you are testing me...but please believe that I have never hesitated because of sacrifice. I know that this is what I have to pay, whether it brings merit or sin, good deeds or bad consequences, and I will
Accept it calmly and never escape..."
The sound is high and low, ups and downs, but the rhythm is neat.
Ricky and Samir looked at each other, one frowned and the other nodded.
They slowly approached the cell.
"Yes, I foresee my destiny, my salvation, but when will it come?"
The voice continues.
Thales looked at the Iron Curtain with an ominous premonition in his heart.
So, what's in that cell is...
"Crack."
Before he could finish his thoughts, Ricky had already walked to the wall and inserted the long dark green "key" in his hand into the center of an alchemy tower emblem.
Soon, the Iron Curtain slowly lowered amidst the rumbling sounds of machinery.
The shelter is opened and the cell is exposed to light.
The ultimate goal of the Sword of Disaster's journey is revealed.