Sun Fei's command, like the scythe of death, began to reap lives.
Chambord City did not send out any troops; from beginning to end, only Inzaghi and five others (" Four Thorns ") took action.
These five silent assassins, after sunset that day, roamed the shadows and began their merciless slaughter.
Whether it was the burly man with the cross-shaped scar Hell, Barrios, or the silver-haired beautiful sorceress Laura, both of them completely revealed the hiding places of their respective mercenary groups' elite dragon-hunting squads that had infiltrated Chambord City within [Hell]. The stone chamber proved that this confession was almost flawless, and coupled with the meticulous and watertight actions of Inzaghi and the others during the day, the other squads did not notice anything amiss and basically had no time to react.
In the vast darkness, Inzaghi and his four companions transformed into messengers of darkness, visiting each of their hideouts.
These mercenaries, who were used in the [ Dragon Hunt Plan ] to burn, kill, and plunder within the city at crucial moments to distract Chambord City, were eliminated one by one under the investigation and assassination of professional assassins, with almost no power to resist.
Beneath the Demon Moon, in a simple courtyard within the city.
The [ Wind-Racing Horse ] mercenary, who was carefully on patrol, suddenly froze. Before he could even shout, he felt a chill on his neck and lost the ability to speak. All his strength was instantly drained, and he collapsed limply.
The next instant.
The wind howled, and a merciless slaughter began in the tranquil courtyard.
A hoarse, low, hesitant groan before death, followed by the whistling of wind through leaves and the barely perceptible sound of flesh falling to its bottom, echoed continuously. In the darkness, five ruthless figures, like ghostly, eerie demonic moon dancers, moved erratically and swiftly as lightning. With each flash, a Wind-Racing Horse mercenary fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, caught completely off guard.
In this killing spree, no one noticed that their companion had died before them.
While everyone was asleep or in a daze, they suddenly saw the Grim Reaper's sinister grin.
In less than five minutes, all twenty battle-hardened and experienced Wind-Racing Horse mercenaries were wiped out.
Just as the last mercenary fell to the ground, a huge carriage silently drove up to the courtyard gate. Several burly but agile men jumped off the carriage and skillfully lifted the bodies of each dead mercenary onto the carriage. After clearing away all traces in the courtyard, the carriage disappeared into the dimly lit streets like a ghost.
That same night, the same scene unfolded in different parts of Chambord City.
The pitch-black night concealed the ruthless killing; the others, fast asleep, were unaware of anything amiss.
As the gentle sunlight spills into the streets and alleys of Chambord City, the ancient city begins a new day.
Finally, someone noticed the killing that had occurred the previous night.
In a secluded courtyard, there should have been at least twenty mercenaries, but now it was empty. In the middle of the courtyard stood four middle-aged men with solemn expressions.
" Isakson, my most loyal companion, what have you discovered?" The speaker was a burly man with sharp features, messy light chestnut hair with slightly yellowed ends, a silver chainmail upper body, short leather trousers, bare feet below the knees, and leather open-toed combat boots. He looked to be about forty-five or forty-six years old, vigorous and spirited, like a war lion.
It was Meierbeili, the leader of the [ Wind-Racing Horse ] and known as the [ War Pirate ] strongman.
The man named Isakson was a tall, thin mage around forty years old, with a resolute face, and dressed in a linen magic robe.
His eyes emitted two terrifying beams of silver light, scanning the courtyard as he twitched his nose repeatedly. He seemed to be in a bizarre state, replying in a trance-like tone, "Blood, slaughter... I saw terrible blood and slaughter, enemies in the shadows, brandishing daggers, rushing in and killing all the children..."
"Who did this?" Meierbeili, the notoriously protective War Pirate known throughout the area, didn't seem particularly angry upon hearing this. Instead, he appeared thoughtful and asked softly, "What is the strength of the opponent?"
Still in a strange, dreamlike state, Isakson slowly said, "Assassins, terrifying assassins. The killer's aura is still in the city. They are the people of King Chambord. They seem to have discovered something... I can't see any more. Among those who made the move, the strongest is a Nine-Star Class assassin. His assassination technique is terrifying. I can't even detect his presence?"
" Chambord King!"
Meierbeili looked up at the Five Sword Heaven Peaks, which were guarded by the twelve golden holy peaks amidst the distant green mountains, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"This clever little fellow has finally figured things out? That's quite a tactic, wiping out my carefully selected team overnight. No wonder everyone was so wary of him. Heh heh, too bad. Small tricks are just small tricks. The invisible big fish has already spread. This little dragon, not yet fully grown, is destined to be slaughtered. Too many supreme experts participated in this plan, even that force was involved. Haha, this blood debt will be remembered for now, and settled on our wedding night. Let's go. Tell the other experts to hold their positions for now."
After he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared.
The four of them vanished without a trace in an instant.
These four people were all experts at the Moon Class.
At the same time.
Chambord City Inn District, the base of the [ Fire Blood ] mercenary group.
"Have you found out? Where did Laura and the others go?"
From the window of the highest stone building on the fourth floor of the outpost, a figure wearing an extremely ornate and exquisite golden mask, shrouded in a wide robe, making it impossible to discern whether it was male or female, stood with their hands behind their back, gazing at the bustling crowds on the street below and the colorful lanterns and decorations for various wedding celebrations already hung throughout the city. They seemed completely absorbed in this busy scene. After a long while, they finally Earth Inquiry slowly and softly. "To know their true whereabouts, we can only judge from the limited information we have so far that it was King Chambord's men who made their move. Laura and the others must have been accidentally discovered; we don't yet know whether they are alive or dead."
Behind the man in the golden mask stood three burly men who looked almost identical. They all had thick hair tied into a thick black braid that hung down to their waists. Their bare upper bodies were covered only by a simple cross-shaped belt, and each of them carried a pair of huge battle axes on their backs. They wore leather shorts and leather boots, revealing their bushy, thick legs. They looked extremely fierce and brave. Hearing the man in the golden mask's question, one of them spoke respectfully.
"Oh? Laura is Five-Star Class Peak archmage. Although her combat strength is average, she is extremely alert and possesses a number of powerful magical artifacts. When she was subdued, she didn't send out a single message until our ambush point was eliminated. This shows that the person who captured them is far stronger than Laura could handle. This person is definitely not King Chambord himself, but he is definitely at least at the Moon Class."
The man in the golden mask slowly analyzed the situation, and based on this simple information, his deduction was roughly correct.
"So what's our next step?" asked the burly man who had answered earlier.
Second update.
Thank you to "Sleepless Night" and "Silent Viewer" for their support.