Assassin’s Adventure

In the corner where the rain can't get, Gordon waited for a little recovery of his physical strength. The cold and hunger swept his body. The rain in the sky was a little smaller, but the sky was getting darker and darker.

The bell of the clock tower struck seven times, announcing that the time had entered dusk, the dusk covered by black.

He has been fighting for a day without a grain of rice, plus the gunshot wound on his shoulder, the whip wound on his palm, the knife and gun on his face, and the fall on his body. No contention.

But not now, he has to take his own knife to find Serena.

"At present, thirty-one soldiers of the guard have died, and seventy-five civilians have died..."

This is the number of casualties that Gordon heard with his own ears. All the people who were attacked died directly, their vitality was drained, and there was no chance of injury.

"Selina..."

Gordon closed his eyes in the dark and was in a somewhat unconscious state. The quick recovery effect brought by his health was working, and it lasted about ten minutes.

The brigade approached quickly in the dark night, the light of the torches flickered in the drizzle, and the voices were full of people, like an army returning from victory.

This sound woke Gordon up, and although his body and spirit recovered not much, he was able to support his normal actions.

"It's time to act..."

A short while has passed since the assassination operation, the assassin was injured and escaped, and a large group of troops was stationed.

"Everyone cheer up!"

The officer who led the team shouted loudly, but he couldn't help but feel sleepy.

They fought for the same day, and even when there was no fighting, they held the guns in the heavy rain.

This is a tough day, and it is a great test for this port, which has almost never experienced war and is dominated by farms.

"Yes, sir!"

The patrolling soldiers answered loudly, then tried to open their eyes to see if there were suspicious people around.

Of course, this spirit only lasted for less than five minutes, and the empty and dark courtyard would be so distracting that the shadow slipped into the kitchen and still didn't notice it.

"Mr. Brees, Anthony is back, and the witch has been captured."

A waiter walked in quickly and announced the only good news of the day.

"Caught it back? Why not just kill it?"

Brisbane's eyes flickered, the witch had the ability to control people's hearts, and he even felt that being caught back was a complete conspiracy, and he wanted to wipe out all the people here.

"Is something wrong with Anthony?"

"No sir."

"Have you seen the witch?"

"I saw it, locked in a cage with a mithril dagger in his chest."

"Bring Anthony and Bane in alone."

The waiter took the order, and not long after, Anthony and Bane walked in.

Embarrassment was the first feeling of Brisbane. Even the scouring of the rain could not wash away the stains of the sewage. The clothes were damaged a lot, and there were wounds on the face and body. All suspicions were broken in an instant.

Witches are not so easy to deal with. Victory that requires one's life to be won should not be doubted by oneself.

Besides, if the witch needs to use this kind of people who can solve this place at the time, what is there to fear?

"It's really hard work, is the journey going smoothly?"

"Not very good sir, we have lost more than forty good players."

"You'll be fine, where's the witch? Why didn't you just kill her."

Brees asked what was on his mind. He didn't want Anthony to hesitate on this kind of thing, or to be sympathetic. This is definitely not a problem that a good fighter should have.

"Sir, the witch must be burned! Burning will prevent the witch from resurrecting."

At this time, Baine stood up and explained to Briss in detail: "According to the relevant books, witches cannot be killed by conventional means, which will free the **** demon in the body, and then find the host again to resurrect, the flame can Kill the devil completely..."

"Then burn her to death immediately."

Brees didn't want to know more, he just wanted to get everything back on track, back when he was in control.

"Sir, I think we can report this to Havana..."

"I said, burn her to death!"

Brisbane's eyes are like falcons, sharp and full of ferocity, which is the momentum of a long-term ruler.

"I hope you can think more about it. This is my subordinate's advice. The world has begun to change."

Such remarks finally aroused serious consideration by Brisbane. It seems that there is something different in this world. As far as he knows, Lord Betke is looking for Davy Jones all over the world, the appearance of the Golden City, and this time The witch, all of which heralds a comeback of supernatural beings.

No one knows what this era will bring, new life, or disaster, and the Templars must be cautious every step of the way.

"Burn her to death."

Brees was silent for a long time, and finally made a decision. Although he did not know what the future would hold, he knew that the Templars had been tasked with exterminating mythical creatures for centuries, and all the sacred artifacts they had unearthed were made of kill this creature.

His belief in himself is extremely firm. God's will is the lifelong pursuit of the Templars. If God defines all extraordinary creatures as enemies, then it must be unforgivable and there should be no fluke.

Bain sighed, already knowing he couldn't change Brees' mind: "As you wish, sir."

"Anthony~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you go and do this."

"Yes, sir."

Anthony took orders to leave, and soon someone brought kerosene to the improvised prison cart.

It was made up of a flat wagon and an iron cage, and it was even covered with thorns. This used to be an iron cage for lions.

Brice came to the courtyard, not even interested in stepping up to take a look, but looking at the girl in the cage from a distance.

How weak, pitiful, but capable of killing everyone at any time, the existence of this creature is ridiculous, which means that human beings are just a joke, the food of extraordinary creatures.

The witch in the cage tried to sit up regardless of the dagger stuck in her chest, her indifferent eyes swept over where Bliss was, and then looked at the far corner of the wall. Suddenly, there was something called hope in her eyes.

...

"Have you finished loading?"

In this dark moonless night, the Jackdaw hung its sails leading to the darkness, the skull flag was ruffled by the wind, and all the gun emplacements were ready, aiming at the huge fortress that stood on the coast.

The whole deck seemed to go quiet as the shells rolled into the barrel. Everyone is waiting for Alan and Mickey's next instructions.

The wind is coming from the southeast, and for a while, the fortress can be brought into the range of the artillery on one side.

"Half sail, ready to drop anchor! It's time to tell the captain that we're back!"

"Prepare to attack!"

"Prepare to attack!"

The prolonged sound echoed on the deck and cabin, and also spread to the fortress.

"What sound? Did you hear it?"

A somewhat confused soldier climbed up from under the wall and looked at the dark sea.

Suddenly, a bright light came rhythmically in a sea area...

"what is that?"