My Heroic Life

Ah, so imaginary, really imaginary.

Roland tilted his head and leaned on the branch of the tree, only feeling a feeling of weakness coming from his body, like a man who had toiled for three days day and night, no longer had the strength to stand up.

The blood bottle really can't be used frequently, and can't be replaced frequently after it is used. From dawn to now, three bottles of blood medicine are basically useless by Roland.

There is nothing in his body, but the exhaustion of his soul is very obvious, just like a college student who just finished a thousand meters test, his tongue is almost swallowed.

He tilted his head and looked at the place where he coughed up blood before, where the sun was shining and there was no abnormality around him.

The guy at Cursed Wrist couldn't be chased, but it's hard to guarantee that there won't be one or two accomplices, but now it seems that he has been worried.

Roland sat up a little bit, straightened his back and turned his neck back and forth, then let go of the slogan three circles from the left and three circles.

Yes, even Cursed Wrist, the hard bone in Hassan, has been dealt with by him, even if one or two people follow along, what's the use?

If you dare to come to Uncle Roland, you can't beat him to death, and promise to let all the chasing soldiers cry father and mother.

Come for nothing!

Unless there is a possibility, it is that the person who came is one of the nineteen Hassan, but in this case...

"Impossible."

Roland shook his head from side to side, chuckling to his own heart.

Hassan also has a good face?You have a Hassan to perform the task, and then a Hassan is followed by another.Overseer?

These guys are all equal, who can control who?Moreover, they all played assassinations. They were murderous in the first place. If a spark goes down, maybe they will fight.

However, the overall atmosphere of the assassination sect is relatively united, and it is just a discussion. After all, there is an old ancestor of the Kaishan Town faction on the top. The first generation Hassan is a professional law enforcement officer. Who dares to provoke internal conflicts and splits , It is purely not knowing how to write dead words.

If the curse wrist really has Hassan behind the ass, it could only be the old ancestor, but...heh, how is it possible?

The ancient monastery where the monster of the first generation Hassan never appeared in the mountains all year round was a real family squatting. The chance of encountering him is estimated to be lower than the chance of surviving by plane.

In fact, the leaders of most countries in this world have never seen him, and many intelligence agencies even doubt whether this person really exists and whether it is just a legend about the assassination of Assassin.

Of course, Roland is obviously not in this list. It's better to say, maybe he is the person in the world who knows him best besides the group of Hassan.

Mountain Weng, the apex of awesomeness, a living legend, the assassin's common ancestor.

Not only the title is awesome, but the dress is even more awesome. The head is a skull helmet with horns, the eyes are blue flames, and the hands are wide-bladed skull swords. If necessary, a heavy skull tower full of spikes will be attached. Shield, coupled with the flames all over his body, is simply the man who wrote Invincible on his face.

The cloak that I usually put on my body is a bit hard to describe... Whoops!That's right, it's the same style as the guy below...

"Grass. (Plant)"

Roland stared blankly at the place where he coughed up blood before, and he made a rare swear word.

On the grass next to the big tree, a tall skeleton swordsman in a cloak was gradually emerging from the shadow, with two clusters of flames beating in his eyes.

Chapter 52 The Enlargement of Meeting Is Etiquette

Between life and death, there is a big horror.

Roland never felt that he was a timid person before. Whether it was facing a top fantasy species that made people heard, or an improper Greek spirit, he had always stood with a chuckle and no humble face. The look of fear.

Fear is almost non-existent in him, and even the closest Atalante has never seen him truly fearful. In the eyes of a cat-eared girl, he is always a model of imminent danger.

I'm afraid she would be shocked if she saw her now.

Roland stretched out a hand and grabbed his arm, hoping to stop the tremor. Unfortunately, it didn't work. His face was unsightly like a patient who had just been rescued after a heart attack. But even so, he was still clenching his teeth and below. The two faint blue flames looked at each other.

The mountain man, the real "old man in the mountain", the original Hassan Sabah.

Why is he here?

Roland's brain was blank at this moment, and he couldn't figure out why this assassin's ancestor was under the tree.

I, Roland, is a small governor, not even a national leader. You are a big boss who is at the top of the heroic spirit. I am ashamed to assassinate me?

When did I have such a big row of noodles?Or does Agrippina promise you the Roman treasury?Or sold half of Rome?

All sorts of miscellaneous thoughts flew in his mind, Roland clenched his fists and forced a change of thinking. Now it is not important to discuss how this old man came here. Let's think about how to prevent himself from disappearing.

First of all, can you fight?

I'm afraid not.

Roland confidently answered in seconds.

In the first generation Hassan, there is a prefix missing from Hassan, but the level difference is as big as lobster and crayfish.

Yes, the two are not the same concept at all, and they are not comparable at all.

The following old man who ringed the bell claimed to be dead or alive when the bell rang, and the knife died randomly. If he was allowed to use the treasure, he would simply give up resistance, crane his neck and wait for joy.

After all, his treasure can give undead creatures the concept of death. What does this mean?

It means that Roland has brushed out the inferior version of the Twelve Trials of Hercules' treasure, with a few more lives, and maybe he will still be taken away by his treasure.

If you can't win, you don't dare to fight.

However, he is not without weakness.

Roland felt the fear in his heart and stretched out his hand to touch the blood bottle on his waist.

First of all, the speed of the first generation Hassan is not fast, the agility is not high, and even not as good as the curse wrist he encountered before.

I also know that this guy is dressed in armor with a sword and holding a large shield. He is completely dressed as a heavy berserker, but he is an assassin. Roland estimates that this world may have a nonsense equipment bonus. I don’t know how to let him fight Babylon Axe. Who can win a game.

Secondly, the first generation Hassan didn't know how to show off.

In the first generation, Hassan executed Hassan. In order to give righteousness to the task of assassinating the assassins, he would not choose hidden weapons or hidden weapons, but a big sword as a weapon for frontal combat.

In other words, his weapons are all visible, and he will not give you any justice poisonous flying knife.

In the end, the first generation Hassan could not assassinate.

It is quite ironic to say that although the ancestor of this assassin has a high level of breath breaking skills, but because of a strong curse, even if the secret action is completely successful, the opponent who is about to be killed will be aware of his own breath.

Simply put, it was Roland's current symptoms, shivering all over, feeling that he was running out of time.

Well, these shortcomings were dealt with in one breath, and Roland became more and more certain that this guy was simply a swordsman in a leather jacket.

The man's eyes narrowed again, he had quickly adjusted his mentality, and the tactics in his mind had been perfected. Under the tree, Hasan Sabah's voice finally came out in the long-lasting eyes.

"People who I don't know, they are extremely strange, they are obviously similar in breath."