I seem to be an evil god

"With such a negligent defense, what's the use of building more walls outside?"

In the dark night, outside the defensive circle built by the Dragon Blood Society headquarters, two professionals were sneaking forward.

"Don't talk, be careful of exposure."

"Gandalf, don't tell me you can't see. The guy from the Dragon Blood Society is sleeping up there."

The first person to speak was Russell, an elite rogue who was good at using lightning magic.

His partner is Gandalf, a somewhat silent and serious two-handed swordsman who has experienced many wars and was elected as the scout captain in this battle with the Dragon Blood Society.

Fighting in the city and fighting in the wilderness are two different things. In the wilderness, the two sides just set up formations to confront each other, but in the city, it is much more troublesome.

The two sides in this battle are not positive figures, so it is impossible for a large-scale frontal assault battle to occur. Instead, it is more about lurking and assassination.

This operation was hosted by the Black Moon Society. The previously captured western region was the closest to their headquarters, and it was naturally the first to touch the headquarters of the Dragon Blood Society under the water tower.

As elite combat forces, Russell and Gandalf's mission is not simple. They want to tear open two holes in the Dragon Blood Society's defensive front so that subsequent troops can use it as a stepping stone to attack.

Russell can be used as a human detector because of his ability to sense metal due to his lightning ability, while Silent Gandalf can be compared to a violent mountain bear, and his two-handed sword is enough to cut through any defense.

"Okay, just stay here. There's no one behind you, so just do it."

Russell groped under the corner for a while, and finally selected a corner of the wall.

Standing at the intersection of the alley, Gandalf frowned slightly.

"The visibility here is too wide and we will be spotted."

"Then you move faster and I will block the enemies who come to stop you."

The dagger in Russell's hand lit up with electric light, "This time I have prepared electromagnetic double daggers in advance. With these two old guys, everyone who comes close will be stunned by me."

Gandalf thought for a while and finally nodded, okay.

Under Russell's envious gaze, Gandalf took out a bottle of fiery red potion and drank it in one gulp. The next moment, his body suddenly expanded in a full circle, and the sword that was originally a little unfitting became more comfortable.

"A sword master who can make potions, a real dog."

Even though he had seen this scene many times, Russell still couldn't help but complain. Gandalf was nicknamed the Medicine Jar Swordsman by him. Before every battle, Gandalf could always come up with various potions to deal with different situations.

Russell once sparred with Gandalf, and was beaten to death by the other party using insulating potion.

Just when Russell was full of resentment, a careless voice suddenly came from the darkness.

"Hey, you two, open defecation is not allowed here."

"Ah, no, Gandalf, you have been discovered."

Russell shouted in panic, and immediately looked at the visitor flatteringly: "Brother, can you be tolerant? This brother of mine really can't hold it in anymore."

"If I can't hold it in anymore, I have no choice but to go to the toilet. If I let you pee here, I will be fined."

The voice in the darkness sounded again. Russell narrowed his eyes and charged directly at the moment the opponent spoke.

His hands were surrounded by electric light, and two daggers made of unknown materials turned white in the electric light.

Thunder flowed through the dagger, and the smell of something burnt filled the air.

"Brother, I'm sorry, we've decided to take a piss today."

The moment the dagger hit the figure, Russell joked, but the next moment he waved his arm and dispersed the black figure into smoke.

The thunder shot out more than one meter from the tip of the dagger, but it could only blast a big hole in the ground in vain.

when?

Russell narrowed his eyes, and even though the attack was in vain, he did not feel any frustration. He turned around and took a step back, pressing against the wall.

In this situation, the enemy's methods are unknown, so the only solution for now is...

Russell's eyes narrowed slightly, and the next moment, he...

Shouted to Gandalf: "Don't worry about your stupid things now, come here and help!"

Gandalf, who was gathering momentum, staggered and looked at Russell with some complaints. Didn't you say you could help me block the enemy? Why are you interrupting me now?

Russell smiled coquettishly, but at this moment, Gandalf's expression suddenly changed.

In desperation, the swordsman with a military background raised his sword and struck directly. Russell's face turned pale and he jumped up screaming.

"I said you don't have to be so angry!"

However, the moment he left the place, two dark arms suddenly stretched out from the wall behind him, thrusting out quickly from the left and right, and the next moment they were fighting with the oncoming Sword Master.

bump!

The wall was chopped into pieces by Gandalf, but the two black arms were nowhere to be seen.

At this time, Russell had already arrived running, and the two stood back to back.

"An enemy that can control shadows? This is troublesome."

Russell's brows furrowed tightly. As an assassin, he naturally knew what type of colleagues were the most dangerous.

The power of shadow itself is a power that assassins can master proficiently. If the two are combined with bloodline bonus, it will produce a terrifying effect of 1+1=3.

"scary?"

Gandalf, who has been in the military for many years, does not understand the danger of assassins. There are scouts in the army, but on the battlefield, the duel between the two sides will not last more than a minute.

Often when they meet, life or death will be decided, and they will continue to perform tasks the next moment.

"How should I put it? Many of the assassin's skills are an extension of the power of shadow, and a person who can control the shadow releases these skills, which means that its attack direction is unlimited."

As soon as Russell explained, two spreading black lines appeared under his feet. The next moment, these black lines suddenly burst out, painting a cold and sharp blade mountain.

flash!

Russell yelled, and the dagger in his hand collided with the mountain. Then with the opponent's rising power, Russell rolled in the air and dodged.

Gandalf, who was reminded by him, also jumped away and held the sword in front of him. The black line only left a scratch on his clothes.

"Is this the method?"

Gandalf said strangely: "These attacks are no different from the earth thorns of the earth mage."

"hehe."

Russell sneered, "The controller is probably a novice. If it were me, I guarantee that you would die without knowing how."

After hearing the conversation between the two of them, the member of the Dragon Blood Society who was hiding in the dark was not angry. He just stayed there with a smile, waiting for others to hear the signal and surround them.

Seeing that there was no movement around him, Russell sighed in disappointment. He still wanted to use verbal stimulation to force this novice wanderer out of the darkness.

But now it appears the plan has failed.

As time went by, Russell and Gandalf tried to leave here, but every time they were about to leave, a dagger in the darkness would always come out and attack the vital points they had to block.

Time passed by, and even Gandalf, who had always been calm and composed, had nervous sweat on his face.

Seeing this situation, Russell took a deep breath and said, "Gandalf, help me block it for 15 seconds, and I will open the way."