Siege

Someone had entered his room, and the landlord had seen the person selling furs standing at the door.

He could not help linking these two matters together.

How would someone selling furs know about this place?

It was not a thief, nor could it have been a fur seller.

Only that Wanted Criminal who had escaped knew where he lived.

For a Wanted Criminal to dare show up in broad daylight was truly brazen.

Wu Heng felt both nervous and excited.

He was nervous because the other party had targeted him again, and excited because the other party was about to make a move—and he had seen through their intentions.

He could use this opportunity to get rid of them and eliminate the threat.

He adjusted his Backpack and said to the landlord, "I have something to do. I'll be going."

"Mm. Don't mess around with those furs in the room. We can't process them at all, and you'll just turn the place into a mess," the landlord said.

"I was asking for someone else."

He left the crowded district and headed toward the Central District.

There was an eighty or ninety percent chance it was the Wanted Criminal. He still needed to inform the Guild.

Now that he was part of an organization, he could not shoulder this sort of thing alone.

Adventurer's Guild.

Quite a few adventurers still filled the hall.

Some were turning in quests at the counter, some chatted in the rest area, and some fed their pets.

Judging by the attire and pet, this was likely a ranger.

Cavina had once said that rangers trained pets and could temporarily share the senses of sight and hearing with their beasts.

They were an important means of scouting and gathering intelligence.

He swept his gaze across the hall without lingering, then passed through the corridor and headed straight for the Team Lounge.

He opened the door. There was no one inside.

He went to the training room as well, but still did not see Captain Ortluk or Cavina.

Not here?

Had they gone out on a mission, or were neither of them at the Guild?

If they had gone on a mission, they should have taken him along. They were probably simply not here.

Just like Wu Heng himself—after finishing his first mission, he had not come back here.

He went to the office area in the hall and asked a staff member, "Did Captain Ortluk come in today?"

Besides Field Emissaries like them, the Guild also employed a large number of staff to handle its other work.

In other words, Clerical Workers.

The staff member glanced at him and said, "Around noon, Captain Ortluk and Miss Cavina left with Team Two. They are not at the Guild at the moment."

Damn it, they went out at a time like this.

Team Two had five people, while Team Four only had three, and he was not even with them.

What were they doing?

"When will they be back?"

"I don't know."

"Do you know where Team Two took them?"

"It should be related to a mission."

Wu Heng nodded and said nothing more. He merely walked over to the Notice Board and looked at the bounties covering it.

The number of Wanted Criminals had increased again.

Among those portraits, he still did not recognize any familiar faces.

He returned to the Team Lounge, sat on the sofa, and began considering his next move.

The other party was a Wanted Criminal. They definitely would not dare be too conspicuous.

There was a high chance they would act at night, and there would not be many of them.

With the captain and Cavina absent, it was not as though he had no way to deal with this.

If those two really got involved, it would be inconvenient for him to use his other Skeleton Warriors.

"Could they come for me tonight?"

If they did not come tonight and instead hid in the shadows watching him, that would be troublesome.

He still needed to notify the Guild first.

If they truly did not come tonight, the Guild could contact Blackstone Town and intensify the search.

If they came tonight, he would deal with the problem directly.

Even if it was a little dangerous.

Having made up his mind.

He left a note on the table, picked up his Backpack again, and got up to leave.

Night had deepened.

Under moonlight hazy as mist, a gray-feathered owl watched the patrolling guards gradually move away below.

At the same time, in a narrow alley nearby.

Someone said, "The guards have left."

Then two more figures rose to their feet.

They exchanged glances without a word, then darted in a crouch toward the opposite side under the moonlight.

They entered the alley across from them.

One of them directed the owl to land at the distant mouth of the alley, while the remaining three quickly reached the door and began their work.

With a crisp click, the lock was easily opened.

The house was dark and silent.

The three slipped inside cautiously and closed the door behind them.

Rather than search the house, they headed straight for the bedroom.

They would seize the target, ask where the item was hidden, and then kill him.

Simple as that. They had to finish before the guards came around on their next patrol.

Entering the bedroom, they saw the human-shaped figure on the bed and tightened their grips on their daggers.

Just as they were about to make their next move.

A sudden sense of unease and chill rose up their spines.

Years of experience made them instantly sense danger.

Without daring to hesitate, they rolled across the floor.

Clang! Clang!

Two Crossbow Bolts struck the spots where they had just been.

Before they could steady themselves, a short sword swept backward, its sharp edge flashing with silver-white light.

It collided with the Iron Sword slashing down from behind, throwing off dazzling sparks.

In the dim room.

More than a dozen figures could vaguely be seen standing ahead, blocking the doorway.

Cold moonlight streamed through the window.

It passed through their bodies, casting shadows of rib after rib.

"Undead!"

Their eyes widened in disbelief.

Apart from the first few wearing armor, the rest were Skeletons made of stark white bone.

Had they come to the wrong place?

Why were there so many undead in this room?

At the same time, they understood that the other party had noticed them long ago.

He had merely concealed it and waited for them to walk into the trap themselves.

Even so, they did not panic.

What Wanted Criminal had not lived with a blade at their throat? In a fight to the death, backing down would only make them die faster.

Risking everything might still give them a sliver of hope.

"Charge out!"

One of them shouted.

At the cry, the other two raised their weapons and charged forward.

Seeing that they intended to fight to the death, Wu Heng stepped back and ordered, "Attack."

Whoosh!

The Skeleton Poodle kicked off the ground and leaped three or four meters, pouncing directly at the figure in the rear.

At the same time, Sword One, Sword Two, and even more ordinary Skeleton Warriors behind them charged forward.

In an instant, the sounds of fighting and clashing weapons filled the room.

Bang!

The lead bandit kicked the Skeleton in front of him to the ground.

His eyes swept rapidly across the room before locking onto the figure standing in the corner, not participating in the battle.

In a cold murmur, he said, "Die!"

Undead were troublesome, but the solution was simple: kill the Necromancer, and the summoned undead would disperse on their own.

Having identified his target, he rushed forward with his sword raised.

Wu Heng watched him and raised a hand, sending a water ball flying straight at his face.

The bandit swung his sword down vertically, instantly splitting the water ball apart. The shattered acidic liquid splashed onto his face and began corroding it.

His charge slowed, and his movements began to distort.

Pfft!

Pain shot through his chest.

Through vision blurred by acid, he saw a figure holding a short spear that had pierced his chest.

"Damn it!"

The bandit cursed.

At the same time, a whistling sound tore through the air beside his ear. He tried to roll away, but his movements had become sluggish.

Pfft!

The sound of a blade cutting into flesh rang out again.

A sharp short sword cleaved into his neck, and blood burst forth like a spring.

The bandit slowly dropped to his knees. Sword One pulled out his Iron Sword and continued rushing toward the other enemies.

The battle in the rear gradually drew to an end as well.

The only bandit still breathing, covered in blood, was dragged over.

"What were you looking for in my room?"