I Really Just Stabbed Randomly

In fact, even more perfectly than Li Ang had imagined, Ansen's Surgery and First Aid skills had leveled up at the same time.

Surgery 4, First Aid 3.

The team's safety had improved another notch, but a shadow now hung over Li Ang's own safety.

Who had sent such a formidable assassin?

And who was that calm, gentle, yet distant and mysterious woman's voice?

Was she specifically warning me?

That voice felt familiar, yet strangely unfamiliar...

It was a quiet night. Stars glittered across the sky, and the incessant chirping of insects beyond the camp only made the stillness more profound.

Li Ang sat on the ground at the edge of the camp, his back against a large boulder, poking at a campfire.

The woods lay directly behind that boulder.

He was on watch.

It wasn't because the lord cared for his soldiers like sons and had decided to stand guard personally. Mainly, he had slept for most of the day and couldn't sleep anyway.

Besides, there were hardly enough people to go around.

There was another wounded man in the group. Lord Li Ang had some humanity in him; he couldn't exactly make his subordinates stand guard while injured.

A bright candle burned in the tent behind Li Ang, casting the silhouette of someone seemingly sitting with their back against one side of the canvas.

It was quite a large single-person tent, clearly reserved for the lord himself.

Alice, the beautiful golden-maned horse, was tethered to a hitching post outside the tent.

Li Ang pulled out a piece of smoked meat from a leather pouch, skewered it on a branch, and slowly roasted it over the fire.

He turned it over from time to time, and the smoked meat gradually began to give off an enticing charred aroma.

He held it beneath his nose for a sniff and seemed somewhat dissatisfied. Rummaging through a jar beside him, he found some fat and spices, rubbed them onto the meat, and continued roasting it.

The fat sizzled over the flames, and the rich fragrance made Alice snort. She paced in place and let out two soft whinnies.

Li Ang rummaged through the leather pouch at his side again, found a chunk of bean cake, and walked over to feed it to Alice.

The sound of the horse crunching away at the bean cake was rather pleasant. Li Ang stroked Alice's golden mane, and his hand gradually moved down along it toward her back.

Clang!... Twang!

Two short, rapid sounds rang out.

Shing!

Li Ang yanked the longsword hanging from the saddlebag free. He spun around and rolled behind the boulder, using his sword to flick the burning logs from the fire—and the roasting rack with them—to one side.

Then he lunged out from the other direction, diving straight toward the nearby woods.

A dark figure happened to be in the direction he lunged toward, standing at the edge of the woods with a drawn bow. Seemingly distracted by the flying roast meat and wooden rack, the figure fired an arrow toward where the meat had flown.

The arrow pierced precisely through the meat before embedding itself in the ground.

After firing that arrow, the dark figure realized something was wrong and reacted with extraordinary speed, turning to flee diagonally backward. But Li Ang had already pounced to within only a few steps of him!

"Take this!"

Li Ang directly hurled the longsword in his hand!

With a clang, bright sparks burst from the pitch-black woods.

The dark figure turned and blocked the flying sword with a weapon, then spun around and darted deeper into the woods.

But after only two steps, the figure pitched forward and vanished beneath the ground, landing with a dull thud.

"Kloze!"

Li Ang shouted, then yanked several branched wooden stakes from the ground and continuously threw them toward the spot where the dark figure had fallen.

The assassin had fallen into a deep pit...

The assassin seemed to have twisted an ankle, but was still agile enough to frantically try to scramble out. However, the wood and branches Li Ang threw down completely blocked him in.

Then, a massive sheet of canvas instantly rose up, scooping the dark figure from the bottom of the pit and hoisting him up along with the wood, leaving him hanging from a tree like a huge bundle.

Kloze was now black from head to toe, with only the whites of his eyes visible.

His huge frame now looked like an oversized shadow as well. He ran along while pulling the rope, then tied the two thick ropes around a nearby tree.

A few seconds later, two other pitch-black, burly men guarding elsewhere also ran over and looked up at the enormous bundle.

The assassin inside was still struggling violently, but there was no way to exert much force inside such a canvas sack, and the thick tent cloth was not easily torn apart.

It was a trap.

This was the result of the brothers working overtime: three large pits in total. No matter which way the enemy ran, he would run into one.

—To "help" the enemy plan his route, even the wooden stakes had been prepared in advance specifically to block the way.

As for the silhouette in the tent, that was Kloze's armor—empty armor.

Probably had an arrow hole through him by now.

And he had wasted three tents as a sack, too. That assassin would have to pay for all of it.

"Go get a torch, but be careful not to set the woods on fire..."

Li Ang ordered his men, then searched around on the ground until he found his personal sword. He gently poked the large bundle above his head with the tip. "Don't move, or I'll stab you to death!"

The sword tip went in over half an inch. He had no idea where it hit, but after a muffled "Oof," the bundle stopped wriggling.

Several mercenaries came running over with torches.

In fact, everyone in the party who could fight was still awake.

They all wanted to catch this guy.

It was just that no one had expected the lord to say the assassin might come again tonight—and then he really did.

Kloze and the others wore extremely ill-fitting dark green overgarments—ranger armor covers that looked like skin-tight T-shirts on these hulking men.

Their faces were smeared with soot, and they had stayed perfectly still in the woods, carrying out their task flawlessly. But the tough guys were all deeply unhappy about this overtime assignment—mosquitoes had bitten them into countless welts, and several of them were scratching themselves like mad.

Fortunately, Li Ang was considerate enough to give them a chance to vent...

"This guy is quite skilled... To be safe, everyone beat him up first, then take him down..."

The lord withdrew his sword, took a torch, and kicked several thick branches out with the tip of his boot.

Thus, after a barrage of crackling blows accompanied by one miserable, desolate howl after another, the men finally determined that the person in the bundle was half-dead before lowering it and dragging it beside the campfire.

Li Ang personally handled the task of unwrapping the bundle.

He was rather curious what this assassin, with his superb archery and ghostly movements, looked like.

Curled up inside the bundle was a Noldo Elf. Judging from his clothes, he appeared to be male. His long, pointed ears were especially conspicuous, his skin was white as snow, and his features were handsome and refined.

Though Li Ang knew that every elf was good-looking, even he felt this elf was handsome to an excessive degree.

But this handsome fellow seemed to have tear tracks on his face, and his gaze was full of resentment.

"Ahem... You're a man, right? Why are you looking at me like that?"

The handsome elf's eyes grew even more resentful. He said nothing, merely clutched himself tighter.

By the light of the campfire, Li Ang finally saw clearly that what the fellow was covering was his butt.

Right in the middle.

There even seemed to be a little blood seeping through his fingers...

Kloze and the others' soot-black faces had already twisted out of shape. They looked like they were about to cramp up from holding back their laughter.

"Uh... It was pitch-black, I couldn't see, and I just stabbed randomly. Really..."

Li Ang suddenly felt a little sorry for the assassin...

"Hey, hey, you can speak human language, right? Who sent you? The sooner you talk, the sooner we wrap up. Otherwise, I'll have Kloze stab you again..."

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