An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

Just when Nohir was considering whether to go down to find out what was going on, the few remaining shapeshifters hiding in the cellar were frightened by the sudden change. Originally, they planned to rush up with the Baal assassins, but Before they could even take two steps, the few assassins who came up completely stopped making any movement.

Especially the Reaper, he was the first to be silent. As Baal's believers, these shapeshifters naturally knew how strong the Reaper was, and that was why they felt fear.

After all, how many seconds had passed? How could a reaper who was powerful enough to have the title die inexplicably! If it weren't for that distinctly male voice, they would have even thought that Jaheira was back!

"What to do? What to do! We are dead, this mission failed! We are completely dead!"

A shape-shifter collapsed and grabbed his head with his claws, and expressed his inner panic to other companions through telepathy. After all, he was right, they would not be able to survive after this mission was messed up!

Even if they can escape from the hands of the monster outside, the evil thoughts will never let them go, because the followers of Baal will never allow failure!

"The evil thoughts will definitely take out our internal organs and feed them to his gnoll pets, then peel off our skins completely and cut our flesh and blood carefully, and we will definitely still be alive at that time!"

Transformers have the ability to communicate telepathically with the same kind. Some particularly powerful transformers can even develop this ability outwards, making them able to detect the thoughts of others. However, these transformation monsters in front of them obviously do not have this ability. kind of ability.

The other three shapeshifters were also very frightened, especially the harsh and rough psychic communication that amplified their annoyance. But at this moment, one of the shapeshifters suddenly used powerful psychic abilities to overwhelm the fear of the other companions. He shouted loudly at other shapeshifters in the realm of the mind.

"Turn off your damn telepathy! Calm down!"

This wave of psychic bursts directly stimulated the other transformation monsters to cover their heads, and the transformation monster immediately spoke again.

"As long as we can kill the monster outside and disguise everything before Flame Fist comes, our mission will still not be considered a failure!"

"Those assassins were killed just because of their incompetence, not us! We are excellent! Our race is much better than those inferior humans! We are the key to this plan!"

"Then what can you do? We are all going to die! The guy outside may rush in and chop us all to death in the next moment!"

"Shut your rotten, stinking stupid brain!"

Another strong spiritual explosion suppressed the opposition of other shapeshifters. This shapeshifter frowned, and his narrow and evil eyes kept shrinking. Only a few seconds passed. A large amount of saliva has been secreted crazily from the tooth's mouth.

The god of death, Kelanvor, seemed to be walking slowly outside, and he might swing his scythe at any time. Under such tremendous pressure, he was almost driven crazy, but the shape-shifter's vicious, cruel and cherishing characteristics of his own life made him still unable to stop himself. I stopped and wanted to think about any possibility of breaking the situation.

But at this moment, maybe Barr really showed up. He suddenly looked at the prisoners tied up behind him, and a vicious idea jumped out directly in his evil heart!

"Now listen carefully to me, I have a plan!"

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Outside the cellar door, about 30 seconds had passed as the two assassins rushed out. After Nohir let out that sigh, he decided not to wait any longer. He held the weapon cautiously and kept With a high degree of concentration, he slowly walked towards the cellar, and when he was only two or three meters away from the cellar door.

"Wait! Wait! Don't come over! We have hostages on our hands! We have your companions on our hands! If you don't want them to be disemboweled, just stay there and don't move!"

This almost stern tone made Nohill pause for a moment, but then he walked towards the cellar door again, as if he was not disturbed by anything, and the sound of his iron boots on the wooden board was The crisp sound is extremely clear.

"Isn't there still a living person here? Why don't you come out and have a look? Are the followers of the God of Murder a bunch of cowards?"

Such provocative words seemed to make the assassin below become furious.

"Idiot! Insulting the followers of the God of Murder would be the stupidest move you have ever made in your life!"

"Yeah?"

Nohir jumped directly from the entrance of the cellar, and then suddenly opened his wings in mid-air. The strong wind generated by the movement of the wings directly blew away all the debris within a few meters around him.

"Cam, Cambion!"

The assassins shouted in surprise, after all, Cambion was still very famous, and Nohir's reaction to this was.

Ah, it’s here again, it’s here again, it’s like this again, will you die if you look at me more carefully? Do I really look like those hell demons?

But Nohill was too lazy to explain, especially to these dying people.

After a quick scan and no traps were found, Nohir fell directly to the ground.

The space of this basement is very large, because it not only occupies the first floor of this three-story building, but also digs an extra 5 feet below the bridge, so it is actually a bit inappropriate to call this room a basement.

There were many tables and straw in the room, no extra windows, and torches and oil lamps hung around the walls. Three leather-armored Baal assassins were holding daggers in their hands, one against the neck of the hostage in their hands.

Noshier saw Ensor, the boss's two half-orc bodyguards, and another dwarf and a half-elf. At this time, these people either fell behind the assassins or were blocked in front of them with daggers.

Everyone had their eyes open, their consciousness was clear, but their bodies had been completely paralyzed. Some people had wounds cut by daggers, but it seemed that Noshier came in time, and they did not suffer fatal injuries, not even the most serious injuries.

"Stop! I don't care who you are! Stop right now! Otherwise I will cut his throat and take out his intestines!"

The assassin standing in the front saw that Noshir was still moving forward. He nervously grasped the dagger and then pressed the sharp edge of the dagger against Ensor's neck. Scarlet blood oozed out directly. Because of his height, Ensor himself was strangled by the assassin's left arm and hung in the air. It seemed that he was about to die.

"Okay, calm down, don't get excited."

Noshir folded his wings, raised his hands, and held the battle axe in his hand with only his thumb. It seemed that there was no threat at all.

"Throw the axe..."

At the moment when the assassin didn't finish his words, Noshir suddenly grasped the battle axe in his hand, and with the strength of his waist and arms, he exerted force suddenly. With a gust of wind, the two bloodletting swords in his hands flew out at a speed far beyond the reaction of ordinary people!

His flying axe was powerful and long-planned. Almost in an instant, the two flying axes hit the targets selected by Noshir, and Noshir leaned down with the help of this attack, and suddenly exerted force with his strong legs to launch the second Tianxing Speed!

The two flying axes chopped off half of the faces of the two assassins in an instant, and they were also carried backwards by this huge force. The hostages in their hands fell directly to the ground, and Noshir himself was like a gushing cannonball!

At the moment he rushed away, Noshir relied on his superb agility and strong dynamic vision to directly grasp the remaining assassin's right arm holding the weapon and the left arm that was tightly holding Ensor with both hands. The strong finger force directly crushed his forearm and dragged it forward violently.

Because this sudden drag made the assassin let go of the hostage in his arms, and Ensor fell directly down, so Noshir could have no worries!

He used all his strength to headbutt the assassin's chest! The originally hard horn crown became even harder after wearing this legendary armor. Combined with Noshier's superb physical fitness and the speed brought by the eagle totem, this headbutt directly dented the assassin's chest. The whole person was directly knocked against the wall more than ten meters away, and died on the spot without even a scream!