Crown of Chaos

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At four-thirty in the afternoon, the sun had begun to set, and the alleys of Uptown Sousal were slightly dim.

An elite rogue lurked in the shadows of the alley, weapons already prepared under his cloak.

With a poisoned dagger, three poisoned darts, three throwing daggers, and a sharp hatchet specially used to break armor, the rogue was ready.

He confirmed the target again, and yes, it was the target designated by his employer, Viscount Cormyr named Aaron Salian.

The employer also told him that he would never admit his mistake. The wanderer thought it was a joke, but after he confirmed the target, he understood why the employer would say that.

Sorry, buddy, it's not that I want to kill you, but someone is paying for your life!

When he thought of the box of gold coins, a total of 300 Cormyr gold lion coins with the former King Assan IV's face engraved on the back, as well as the clipper at the port and his new identity, the wanderer felt that this was a good deal. Done.

He needs money, very much. Wanderers are originally a profession that leads a dark life. They make a living in the gray areas of the city, ranging from criminal professions such as thieves, pickpockets, robbers, assassins, and liars to private detectives, thugs, investigators, Commercial espionage is a profession that wanders on the edge of the law. Rogues are always looking for wealth and treasures everywhere.

With this money, he can go to Zambia in the east or Tumis in the south to live a new life, or he can go to the Sword Coast or Amn. Isn't it just a change of appearance?

He saw the Viscount walking into the middle of the alley, and he looked back in confusion, which shocked the wanderer.

Fortunately, the Viscount did not notice him. On the contrary, when he saw no one behind him, he slipped into the depths of the alley. Then he turned his back to himself, untied his belt, raised his head, and a stream of water flowed from the Viscount. Your Excellency is pouring from the waist down.

snort! This person’s tutoring is really bad, even for a nobleman! What is the difference between his behavior and those of the gangsters in the slums?

Since you are this kind of trash, don't blame me!

With deft steps and superb stealth, the wanderer got close to Aaron almost effortlessly. He pulled out his dagger, and a cold light flashed in the dark alley.

Die!

There was a flash of light, and when the wanderer reached a distance behind Aaron, a tongue of fire suddenly burst out from the ground.

Tzeentch Pink Flame!

The flames ignited the rogue's trousers and rushed up from under him. Twisted creatures appeared in the flames. They screamed and stretched out their hands to tightly grasp the assassin's legs.

Damn it, it was discovered! The wanderer was shocked.

Aaron then turned around.

It turns out that the Viscount didn’t pee in the alley at all!

He just held a small kettle in his hand.

"Who asked you to come here!" Aaron said coldly: "Speak out and I will consider sparing you."

"..." The rogue did not answer. Seeing that the chance of a sneak attack was lost, the dagger flipped over and the fire fear monster's body was broken into two parts. The assassin endured the pain and burns in his legs and threw a smoke ball towards the ground. Bounce and retreat quickly.

Swish~swish~ There was a sound of piercing the air in the air, and two daggers flew with the help of smoke. Aaron had to give up the pursuit, and the Viscount rolled around on the ground without caring.

Ding~dang~ The dagger fell to the ground, splashing a string of sparks.

When he got up again, the wanderer had disappeared.

Aaron narrowed his eyes. He drew out the standard long sword from his waist and prepared a spell with his other hand. He looked around carefully. The Viscount's face was expressionless and his brain was running crazily.

Assassination?

who is it? Is it Cyric, Prince of the Dark Sun? Is it the previous Sharp? Or the remaining followers of Baal, the King of Slaughter?

Aaron ruled out Sharpe first.

It had only been a few hours since Sharp was captured by the Queen's Blade. It was impossible for him to immediately hire someone to kill someone within a few hours under the surveillance of the Queen's Blade.

Cyric, Prince of the Dark Sun?

It's not like that, Aaron could feel that the assassin came just to kill him, and the magician at that time clearly had the opportunity to kill him, but he wanted to be captured alive.

In the same way, it is impossible for followers of Baal, the King of Slaughter.

Aaron couldn't even figure out who would hire a murderer to kill him!

Just as it happened, somewhere in the alley, there was a slight muffled sound that kept Aaron alert. He gave up thinking for the time being and focused his attention on the small environment.

The rogue has dealt with the Tzeentchhorr, but the injuries to his legs have slowed him down.

He recalled his father's teachings.

"In the face of wanderers, we must try to find open terrain. If there is no open terrain, we must also try to stand still."

"If you fight on the move, the rogue will have an advantage, but if you fight standing still, the rogue will never be able to defeat the warrior."

"In the same way, use your skills and your strength to force the rogue into a protracted battle. You must remember, my son, when a rogue does not severely damage the target in the first blow, then he has lost the battle. It’s half done.”

Yes, unlike many people think, rogue is not a profession that is good at fighting.

Rogues are good at adventuring, not fighting.

Moreover, you must be surprised when faced with a spell you have never seen before, right?

Aaron didn't dare to relax at all. He had already used two one-ring magic today, and he didn't have much magic left!

"Pa~" After a short period of silence, a tile fell from the air and fell behind Aaron, shattering to pieces.

Aaron didn't turn around to look at the tile at all. He swung his sword and charged forward. Sure enough, a gray shadow fell in the air. Between the lightning and flint, the collision between the sword and the dagger splashed some sparks. The sharp dagger in the wanderer's hand slid smoothly. It cut Aaron's back all the way to his waist, leaving a big gash in his coat, and the tip of Aaron's long sword tasted the first drop of blood today!

This was not over yet, the two sides passed each other, the wanderer turned around in the air, two daggers flew out, one dagger grazed Aaron's face, and the second dagger hit Aaron's shoulder.

The Lord Viscount kept groaning, and the color of his chest clothes quickly turned darker, with a layer of dark red imprinted on it.

The Wanderer also covered his waist, where Aaron's sword had struck him and was bleeding profusely.

"I'll ask you one last time, who sent you here? If you tell me, I swear on Salian's name, I will consider sparing you." Aaron said sharply.

"...Don't you feel it? My Lord Viscount, your wound must be numb now, right?" The wanderer covered his waist with a ferocious expression: "Don't blame me, if you want to blame me, you should blame me." Those who deserve to be offended should go to hell now!"

Aaron's face was very ugly.

The dagger is poisonous!

His movements were obviously much slower. Seeing this, the wanderer no longer hesitated. He put his hand into the cloak and threw out three rays of cold light.

Darts! Aaron quickly rolled to the side to avoid, his movements were obviously much slower in the eyes of the wanderer.

Seizing this opportunity, the rogue used his last strength to throw his body out. In a few steps, the cloak was thrown across the small space of the alley. The dagger was held back, and the quenched cold blade penetrated Aaron's side from the side. In the neck, he flipped the weapon skillfully, cut a circle along Aaron's throat, pulled it out, and put it into his belt.

thump!

Aaron fell to the ground, blood covering the stone paved ground.

The wanderer gasped on the spot, and he whispered: "What a difficult one... ugh!"

The sharp sword pierced his chest from behind!

"You... you're not dead?" Aaron, whose throat should have been cut, actually appeared behind him. He held the sword tightly in both hands and his arms were strong. How could he look like a dead man?

"It's a pity that your pride has blinded you." Aaron said with a ferocious smile: "It's an illusion."

A ring of magic, Slaanesh's dream.

It was also the last magic Aaron could use before taking a break.

While the two parties were talking, the rogue had already fallen under his spell.

As for poison? Unfortunately, Aaron is not afraid of poison, at least not this kind of poison.

Although the power of Nurgle in his body is still tightly sealed, the power of Nurgle is always there. It just cannot be used, which does not mean that it will bow to such a weak poison.

Along the sword, blood gushed out in large streams, and the wanderer suddenly shouted. He kicked Aaron's knee, then let his body break away from the sword, covered his chest with his hands, and moved towards the little boy crazily. Rushed out of the alley.

Oops! The sword did not pierce his heart!

Aaron subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to release magic, but the feeling of depletion coming from his body made him realize that the Slaanesh dream just now was the last magic he could release today!

In this case... Aaron moved his eyes to the ring on the index finger of his right hand.

"Hmm!" The ring was activated, and the ruby ​​​​on it glowed with blood-red light. As Aaron groaned in pain, new magic power flowed back from his fingers to the Viscount. Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and pointed it at the wanderer.

Chaos missiles!

Three colorful light darts whizzed away without any suspense. The dead wanderer landed on the ground, blood flowing out from under his body and soaking the ground under the body.

Aaron covered the wound on his shoulder with his hand, slowly moved himself to the wanderer's side, and searched him.

I found nothing but a smoke bomb, 12 gold lion coins, 2 silver falcon coins, a small handful of copper coins, a crowbar, a set of simple lockpicking tools, and a sharp armor-piercing tool. Small axe.

Beyond that, there was nothing, and Aaron didn't even find anything to prove his identity.

Who hired this rogue to assassinate him?

Aaron couldn't find the answer.

Also, since he hired a murderer to deal with him, how could he casually leave things that reveal information?

So, who is it?

Aaron covered his shoulder with his hand, and the dagger was still stuck in his shoulder, oozing blood.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

The pain in his shoulder made the Viscount grin, and then a dark thought came to his mind.

No matter who is behind the scenes, since you want to make big news in Cormyr's royal city or the upper city... I will help you!

Come on, let’s hurt each other!

I'll help you make a name for yourself!

Aaron stretched out his hand and activated the effect of the red Ring of Conrad again, and his face became even paler.

He dipped his fingers in his own blood on his shoulder, and while the body was still hot, Aaron began to draw the holy symbol on the body of the wanderer...

five minutes later.

"Dong~dong~dong~"

Residents in the upper town of Sousal could clearly feel the vibrations on the ground, as well as the sound of heavy objects hitting the buildings and the sound of wooden houses breaking.

What's wrong? What happened?

The people who live in the upper city are all rich people, wealthy businessmen, bureaucrats, outstanding craftsmen, and even dignitaries, dignitaries, high-ranking priests of temples, etc. In the country, these people mean higher professional standards and stronger After all, this is a world where monsters exist in every corner. Even to this day, there are followers of the Dragon Witch Cult who firmly believe that there are still several dragon tombs underground in Susar, which store immeasurable wealth.

Due to the edict of the Queen Regent, only the sword-bearing nobles of Cormyr could move around the city with weapons, so people began to call for guards, and the few who wore weapons had already held their hands on the hilts of their swords.

Within a few seconds, people identified the source of the sound—an alley.

A handsome man wearing a viscount costume stumbled out of the alley. He covered his shoulder with one hand and held a long sword in the other. His expression was frightened and there were many signs of damage on his body: " Guards! Guards! There’s a monster!”

The people on the street knew that he was a local nobleman from Cormyr at first sight, and immediately lost their hostility towards him. The monsters that rushed out of the alleys immediately subverted human cognition.

What kind of twisted existence is this? It has a height of 2.67 meters, and its body looks like a big meat ball wrapped in rags. Only a twisted human face can be vaguely seen in the middle of the meat ball. Several thick tentacles protruded from the gaps between the layers of flesh, waving around and hitting the nearby buildings, sending up streaks of smoke.

What is this?

There are many experienced elite adventurers among the people in the upper city, but the big meat ball in front of them has far exceeded their imagination.

"Guards!" His Excellency Viscount Cormier continued to call for help. He turned around and swung his sword to cut a wound on the surface of the big meat ball. He rolled dangerously and dodged the tentacles that were sweeping towards him, and continued to call for help.

Now everyone understood that the noble was under attack.

At this time, a team of guards had also arrived at the scene.

This is the upper city area, where dignitaries live. Here, the guards are not only more numerous and more elite, but their response speed is also much faster than the patrol soldiers in the lower city area. When the guards saw this huge monster, they immediately stood still. In formation, the crossbowman pulled the trigger, and several sharp crossbow arrows hit the monster, piercing the surface of its body, and blood flowed from the wounds.

Seeing this, the guard chief calmed down a bit and nodded repeatedly, thinking that it seemed that this monster was not difficult to deal with. He made two gestures to signal the pikemen to approach, and the sword and shield men to outflank him, and at the same time he hurried to rescue the noble.

At the same time, the guard chief felt cold in his heart.

what is going on? Why does this happen in your own defense zone?

This is Cormyr, this is Alto Sousal!

As a guard commander, he is probably about to come to an end. The regent will never forgive those who neglect their duties lightly.

Now, I can only hope that I can save this noble Lord, let him say a few good words for me, and see if I can get a lighter punishment.

"Hoo~ho!" Another crossbow bolt pierced the body of this big meat ball. It roared crazily without any reason. Half walking and half crawling, it held up more than a dozen bleeding wounds on its body. One step or two, it covered the ground. It was shaking so hard.

Reinforcements arrived, and several guards holding shields and swords protected Aaron and retreated. However, the Chaos Egg obviously did not intend to end like this. It stretched out its long tentacles and swept past with a swipe, killing the three sword and shield soldiers. He was beaten out on the spot.

At this moment, the situation suddenly changed, and a knight in full armor but without a helmet rushed out from the crowd!

"Step aside!"

The knight wearing a purple dragon robe held a half-hand sword tightly in his hands. Under everyone's attention, white-gold rays of light enveloped the sword body, and sacred fire took shape in the air.

"FOR The Loyal Fury! For Thom!"

The sword flashed, and under the blessing of light, the hand-held sword slashed across the chest of the Chaos Egg. The sacred power exploded in the layers of flesh, and the Chaos Egg was killed on the spot!

Aaron, who was lying on the ground, couldn't suppress his surprise.

It's a paladin!

It’s the Holy Killing!

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