"Yes." After raising his hand in response, Lorraine Hill walked into the night.
Because there is no moon, visibility is very low at night, and only the surrounding area illuminated by the brazier can be seen clearly.
Lorraine Hill held the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other. He closed his eyes slightly and listened to the sound in the wind.
Although she is currently training in the War Sequence, the effects of her own power are still there, and she can keenly perceive many situations.
Uninvited guests came around the camp, and there was more than one person. The girl carefully analyzed the vague sounds and fluctuations in the wind.
The silent sneaking thousands of meters away was reflected in my mind like a three-dimensional map. Three agile figures advanced quietly in the night. They were each about 200 meters apart and approached the camp in a staggered manner.
Not like a robber, but like an assassin.
Looking at the strong skills, Lorraine Hill guessed in his mind. These three people are all at the level of Sequence 4 and have been well trained. They seem to be from a certain organization and are not good players that can be trained by mountain robbers.
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Want to take action?
It is definitely possible to beat him, but it will look very strange. A Sequence 4 can easily crush three masters of the same level, attracting the attention of the people around him.
The girl was thinking in her heart, moving forward quickly, leaning down slightly, and swiftly shuttled through the night.
Although it is not as good as the previous unrestricted state, the current speed is far higher than that of ordinary Sequence 4. Perhaps only some Sequence 5s who are good at speed can keep up.
In the night, a infiltrator in black felt a gust of wind blowing in front of his eyes, and then a cold sword struck his head, making him tremble with fear.
The short sword on the side of his hand was turned back urgently, and his body suddenly knelt down, sliding sideways to avoid the sword edge that passed by.
No, he was still injured.
Although he was not directly hit, his shoulder had been cut open by the sword. Blood flowed down his arm into his cuffs and waist. The pain that followed made him highly nervous.
I saw the sword blade turning easily in the dark night, flashing a few light purple arcs, and then the dagger in his hand flew away. His knees suddenly hurt, and he lost consciousness.
When the infiltrator reacted again and was about to struggle to stand up, the figure that attacked him had already left and dodged toward the other side of the forest.
She went towards my companion.
Looking at the figure disappearing into the woods, the infiltrator felt anxious for a while, but due to his leg injury, he could not move for a while, so he could only kneel down and sit on the spot.
"Chirp——! (Danger, retreat)" The rapid chirping of birds sounded in the night, letting the two people in the distance know instantly.
After hearing this short sound, the two infiltrators obviously stopped, then decisively turned back and fled in different directions.
Seeing the black figure in front of him suddenly accelerate and disappear into the depths of the jungle in one leap, Lorraine Hill had no choice but to give up.
It's not that she can't catch up, she just doesn't want to cause trouble. Her current behavior is already a bit out of line.
She put away her sword and turned back to the infiltrator who sent the signal.
Stepping in the night-shrouded mountain forest, the grass and dead leaves under the feet made subtle sounds with the footsteps. Although it was not obvious, it was indeed so clear to the ears of this infiltrator.
He didn't know who the other party was and why he suddenly blocked him here, but things had already happened, and he could only quickly think of ways to break the situation.
"Please wait a moment." Seeing the unknown swordsman walking in the darkness, he covered his bleeding knee opening.
"Please allow me to explain, my strength is far inferior to yours, you don't have to worry about me escaping or doing anything bad to you." He said with an extremely calm mind.
Immediately, the sound of a sword swiping through the air came from the front, and another lavender arc cut across his cheek. The dangerous and cold blade cut through the hair on his skin, causing cold sweat to flow down his back. But fortunately, it was dark.
The footsteps finally stopped.
"Our behavior this time was not deliberately targeting the Roentgen caravan. It can only be said to be an accident and coincidence." His heart was beating violently in his chest, and he could only try his best to explain, because whether the other party believed him or not would determine whether he could survive.
"We are not disadvantageous to the caravan, we just want to use the caravan to achieve other goals, and this time, unfortunately, we accidentally collided with you, sir." He raised his hands to show that he had no ability to resist.
Seeing that the figure in the darkness did not reply, the infiltrator began to sweat on his forehead, his mind raced, and he continued to explain.
"If you can, please spare my life. I will go back and report to the organization. From now on, I will avoid your Roentgen caravan and keep this matter secret forever, as if nothing has happened."
"I can swear that what I say is true. The Fire-Eyed Warbler organization to which I belong has always focused on commitment and credibility, which has been obvious to all in the South for decades."
"As long as you let me go, you will gain the friendship of the Fire-Eyed Warbler. We can provide you with information and know secrets that are difficult for ordinary people to find out."
"This is my badge. I would rather use this to contact our organization." As he said this, he slowly put down his left hand, took out a small red copper badge from the inside of his collar, and placed it gently on the ground. After doing all this,
The infiltrator once again kept his hands raised and waited quietly.
He has tried his best. Whether he can survive depends on fate. At this point, he closed his eyes slightly and waited with his body trembling slightly.
Lorraine Hill stood in the darkness, quietly looking at the man in the distance, constantly analyzing his words.
The Roentgen caravan was not well-staffed, and the goods it carried were not of high value, so it could not attract such capable assassins to attack.
Although the possibility of lying cannot be ruled out, what this person said does have a high degree of credibility.
After a moment of silence in the darkness, Lorraine Hill slowly put away his sword.
After hearing the sound of the sword blade rubbing against the scabbard, the infiltrator relaxed and rested his hands on the ground.
"Thank you for your mercy, sir." He knelt on the ground and thanked him, then carefully took out the medicine from his arms and applied it on the bleeding wound.
After quickly bandaging it, he slowly climbed up while holding on to the tree trunk.
"Then you can take this badge and go to Iron Qiu City. There is a bar called 'Black Pig' in the south of the city to find the bartender. Just say that you want to drink some hot and cold wine. The bartender will ask you what kind of wine you want.
When the time comes, show him this badge secretly, and he will know."
After saying this, he slowly retreated into the night.
After the infiltrator walked away, Lorraine Hill came to the grass and looked at the badge lying among the grass blades. He picked it up and looked at it slowly.
The main body of this badge is made of copper to look like a nightingale, with some special materials mixed in to make the copper surface glow dark red. Although it is not very expensive, it also makes it difficult to imitate.
Turning over the back, there is a series of numbers engraved on it, which seems to represent some kind of special number.
"'Fire-Eyed Warbler'? It seems like I'll have to ask other people about it later."
Lorraine Hill put away the badge and returned to the camp.
Soon after, she came back to the campfire. By this time, everyone had finished eating the grilled fish. The bearded uncle was drinking wine from a small tin can. The young man was practicing his extraordinary sequence.
The mercenary was whittling wooden branches with a knife, seemingly making arrow shafts.
"You're back? It took a long time to patrol." The bearded mercenary waved his hand.
"Well, I went to the river on the way and tried to catch fish, but unfortunately I didn't succeed." The girl shook her head and sat next to the bonfire again.
"Haha, this depends on experience. Maybe it will be much better if you bring a lantern. Some fish will swim over just looking at the light, and then use a sword to hold them."
"I'll teach you next time." The uncle slapped the armor on his chest loudly and replied boldly.
In the night, a few people patrolled in turns, and then the second group of people came to change shifts late at night. After that, the night was uneventful, and the sun gradually dawned.