Pivot of the Sky

The two men passed silently through the jungle in the night, touching the location of Lucille's camp, where the fire was already visible in the middle of a hill. They stopped for a little rest, a breeze came, Medanzo sucked on his nose and whispered: “This is Scorpion Dragon flesh scent, they went hunting over the swamp during the day, came back for the barbecue at night, the days are quite comfortable, it doesn't look like a war is going on, it's like a suburb! ”

Amon suddenly turned around and asked solemnly: "In your heart you have been filled with the urge to adventure and the desire to create unknown miracles. What do you think of the absolute adventure that we're taking and the miracle that we're going to create? ”

Medanzo pressed his chest: “Amon, you really know me so well, it's perfectly in my heart to bring me on this mission! My blood is boiling, full of enthusiasm and desire, but my heart is calm and waiting for your command. ”

Amon nodded: "Think about the possibility of failure and be prepared to deal with it before you do, and once you do, all you can think about is how you can succeed. If we can truly succeed this time, it will be an incredible adventure miracle, and you will witness, experience and complete all of this, it may be an opportunity to break through to level seven. As I said before, it is a kind of spiritual uplift, but it can only be unspeakable. ”

Medanzo nodded thoughtfully and asked: "According to the results of your personal investigation the other day, there are about eighty guardians around the king. How many of them do you see as good? ”

"To be the king's guard, or at least a middle-class warrior," said Ammons. There are strict rules for weapons and equipment, and to meet the requirements of war, they should be distributed uniformly. They should be quite good, but mainly have a good morale. ”

Medanzo: “Where are the Great Magicians and the Great Warriors? How many do you think they can have? ”

Amon: “It would be hard to say if we were usually in Wangdu, but this is a special situation. As far as I know, there are four top nine magicians on both sides of the main battlefield. Elite masters are bound to be on the front line, and it is unlikely that too many people will accompany the king to hunt behind safety. The main force of the Enrique Legion has also been lured away by us. There can be no such thing as a town without a master in the middle of the war. The captain of the guard in charge of the King's camp here must be a great samurai. There may also be a great samurai guard next to Lucille. As for the great sorcerer, there may be one, not more, and these forces are already quite strong. ”

Medanzo's subconscious movement moved his shoulders, lowering his voice: "Amon God, can we handle this? ”

AMON: “We have arrived and will face it in any case. Naturally, it is impossible for the two of us to win the war against them, but my aim is simply to hold the king hostage, and King Hattie will be our bodyguard. ”

After saying this, Amon stuck his staff on the ground and reached out and took out his divine bow and sank, "Are you ready? ”

Medanzo answered in a low voice: "You're ready to do it.” He pulled out his sword and walked out of the shadow of the tree to the hillside and the prominence beneath the stars, and looked up at the stars empty-handed and said to himself in his chest: "Bless you, Amon! ”

Amon couldn't help but say, “Why are you looking at the sky and calling my name? I'm standing right behind you! ”

Medanzo laughed, too: "Sorry, I'm used to it. ”

In the joke room, Amon opened his bow and made arrows, and the strings of his hand were spinning like a flying wheel, and an arrow flew in the night sky toward the king's camp. The trembling bowstrings and flying arrows made little noise, no one could describe the strangeness of the shot. The first arrow was clearly not fast off the string, while the arrow behind it was getting faster and faster. The arrow needed to fly a distance from the hillside to the camp. Amon fired fifteen arrows in one breath, almost simultaneously hitting the target.

I'm afraid the king's restraint will never dream of a sudden, silent attack on His Majesty's camp by someone who would have crossed the front line into such a distant place. Who would have the audacity?

The King's quarters appear to be heavily guarded, but the guards' minds are rather relaxed, merely maintaining routine vigilance. Night guard duties are strictly regulated and the position of the bright post must meet the requirements, with each guard within the sight of at least two other guards, forming a state of cross-surveillance to prevent them from sneaking close to the outpost. If anything unexpected happens, the entire camp will be alerted soon.

Stricter rules also need to be enforced, and if someone occasionally faints, looks at an ant on the ground, looks at a star on the sky, or twists his head to sneeze, he will instantly disengage from cross-surveillance. At this time, a guard was stunned, probably overeating the barbecue at night, couldn't help but hit a hiccup, handed over the shield and the shotgun to one hand, rubbed his stomach with his hands and looked down.

It was then that he suddenly felt a cold chest, an arrow flying from the dark night, penetrating his chest armor into his foreheart, trembling with an arrow rod with tail feathers. His eyes were as big as he could see the most incredible thing in the world, staring at the half-arrow rod in his chest and trying to shout, but he couldn't make a sound.

The arrow shot his body with a strange shock, his whole body, including the throat knot, could not move, but he did not feel the wound very painful, there was an itchy and crisp feeling spread, then the body became cold, the cold gradually burned, not even a pinky finger could move.

The guard couldn't help but loosen his own hand, the shotgun and shield landed, and the man fell soft on the ground, and the armor clashed lightly with the weapon. Voices came from more than this location, and the sound of weapons landing and guards falling almost simultaneously from the positions of the various posts on this side of the camp. Amon fires poisonous arrows made of scorpion hook needles that not only kill people instantly, but also make people cry out for help.

But the sound of guards falling, weapons and armor collisions, which Ammon had no control over, must have spooked other defenses in the camp. Just one loud drink: "There's an assassin on the mountain! Protect the king, Guard. Follow me!” A bearded samurai rushed out with a group of guards without armor.

This man was the guard captain of King Hattie's temporary camp, Aruka, the 7th great samurai. He was awarded by the king at the dinner. He had drunk a few more glasses of wine and was asleep. Suddenly he heard the noise, and Celia, the great magician next to the king, issued a timely alert summons. Without his armor, he took the long sword and rushed out with the guard. As soon as the soldiers lifted their heads and saw Medanzo on the hillside in the distance, they heard a sharp roar through the night sky.

Amon stood behind Medanzo and saw clearly in the shadows at height, knowing that the fifteen guards would surely shock the people inside if they fell, and that there would definitely be a guard captain and other characters to take them out. As soon as Aruka's figure appeared, he fired a powerful arrow.

This time not with poison arrows, but with heavy arrows just built by Magdalene, surfaced over heavy silver and sculpted with a magic array pattern. Amon had shot an arrow in the army formation into a flying shuttle at height. At this moment, this arrow is more powerful than it was, carrying a dazzling silver light that struck like lightning. The arrows first reached Aruka's eyes before the soldiers on both sides heard the sharp roar of the piercing air.

Aruka, after all, was a great samurai, and when he rushed out, he was alert and reacted in a hurry. He drank heavily with his hands and swords and split out the light. The sound of earthquakes erupted with a bright silver light, and several soldiers around them were swept over by a wave of shock. Despite blocking the arrow, Aruka was struck out, smashing a tent backwards, spitting blood and jumping again, apparently injured.

With an arrow, Amon let Aruka suddenly lose a lot and disappear into the dark, leaving only the mighty Medanzo standing in the most prominent spot on the hillside. As Aruka flew backwards and crashed into the tent, more soldiers rushed out of the camp and flew in formation towards the hill. Before anyone arrived, more than a dozen arrows shot at Medanzo with a broken voice.

Medanzo didn't hide, waved his sword down the hillside and shouted: “I'm Medanzo! ”

The arrows were all trembling on the armor of the scorpion shell, and the dark scales of the armor swept apart, and the arrows burst onto the ground. The general arrows fired by ordinary samurai are not strong enough to penetrate the Scorpion Crust Armor, and the impact is scattered by the Medanzo Running Theological Defense effect.

With such a stunned kung fu, he had washed down the hillside like an arrow off a string, and the guard across the street had run out of time to throw a shuttle gun. He could only raise his weapon to fight in close combat. The guards were horrified. The assassin was absolutely insane. He dared to attack the King's camp alone. The momentum was definitely a great warrior, but he could not be stronger than His Majesty's guard! Is this assassination or death?

Medanzo doesn't care so much, the more noisy he is, the better. The best effect is to attract the great magician next to the king and another great samurai to cover Amon's sudden action in the dark. His right hand waved a long grip of heavy swords, and the sword had a strange effect of distorting space, scattering cracks, and bursting energy. His left hand pulled out a short blade of serpentine teeth, and there was a roar of fear that struck his soul between the splinters.

As soon as he rushed into the enemy line, Medanzo cut down seven or eight guards, who had never been so prestigious. These guys are intermediate samurai and the weapons and armor are pretty good, but the killing power of Medanzo's short blades and the protective effect of Scorpion Crustacean are just great, not to mention that he is not only a Lv6 samurai at his peak, but also has the peak magic of a Lv6 magician.

Medanzo almost didn't rush into the camp, but after all, the king's restraint was not vegetarian. After having cut down seven or eight people, a shock shook his right hand and made a huge noise. He kowtowed a distant shuttle gun. He retreated half a step to hold the cross attack around him. Aruka, the warrior who had just been hit, had rushed up with another battle axe.

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