Chapter 287: 12. Master and apprentice's grievances-add more to the brothers with tiger feelings [39/40]

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Bruce once told Merlin that the Assassin Union has a base in southern Nepal, where he was trained. But it is definitely not the headquarters of the Assassin Alliance. This base camp, which inherits the ancient and long-established organization, should still be hidden in a place that is more difficult to trace.
Facts have proved that Bruce's guess is correct.
A private jet carrying Merlin and Thalia mother and son is hovering over the mountains north of the city of Gurkha in northern Nepal. Outside the porthole, Merlin can even see the towering Manaslu peaks belonging to the Himalayas .
Nearly 3,000 meters below the plane, there is a valley hidden by snow-capped mountains, and halfway up the valley, there is a hidden city.
From the sky, it looks like a towering palace.
It was South Darbat, the city of assassins.
It is a city with rare real human traces, and only those warriors with the most determined will and perseverance can be called into the city and become a member of the Assassin Alliance.
But as the pilot of this plane reported, the mysterious South Darbat is burning.
"Damian, stay on the plane!"
At the fastest speed, Thalia in a black combat uniform carried a straight-edged knife, two fast-firing pistols around her waist, and a small leather bag full of weapons used by various assassins.
While holding Merlin's hand, she said to her son behind:
"I'm going to see on the ground. If I haven't returned after 30 minutes, this plane will take you to Gotham! Go find your father, understand?"
"I want to go with you."
Demian insisted:
"My grandfather is still there. I grew up there when I was young! Damn it! You adults don't make decisions for me. I'm a warrior, and I have to fight to protect my home!"
"That's not your home! You are not a warrior."
Merlin shook his hand to push the gravity, pushed the stubborn child onto the sofa, and then threw an imprisonment curse on Demian. He said to the annoyed child:
"To be honest here, I will protect your mother."
After talking, Merlin held Talia's waist, and in the light of the shifting spell, the two suddenly disappeared into the aircraft cabin.
"Merlin!"
Demian howled like a little wolf cub, but Merlin was also a very stubborn person. Where he was, he would not allow children to go to the battlefield.
In less than a second, Merlin and Talia stood on the ground in South Darbat. Merlin was okay. After a few years, he was used to the dizziness caused by the shifting spell, but Tully Ya's condition is worse.
Her face was pale, and if she hadn't received strict samurai training all year round, she might not even be able to stand.
"bass"
The beautiful woman pulled out the straight-edged knife behind her, and she glanced at the body of the black warrior at her feet, and the fragmented training ground exploded in front of her, and the cold air that was emitting smoke and the burning in front of her. The 9-storey pavilion, in front of the towering, mountain-built pavilion, contains the wreckage of two black armed helicopters.
It is not only the main building of South Darbat that has been burned, but also the burning smoke rising into the sky in other corners of the city. In front of Merlin, in the cold air, ashes and sparks were floating, which covered this ancient city with a layer of nearly ruined shadows, and made the city of the snowy mountain that should be mysterious and obscure. Desolate.
Obviously, here just experienced a raid aimed at destruction and a fierce counterattack by the assassins.
In other parts of this gray city, there are faint shouts, and the battle is not over yet.
Thalia turned to Merlin and said:
"Come with me, I will take you to see my father."
"at this time?"
Merlin moved the glove on his hand. He held the Cybertron weapon module disguised as a cane. He looked around and said to Thalia:
"You cunning woman, are you sure you want to involve me in your war?"
"What do you say?"
Thalia did not deny this. She crossed the corpse on the ground and rushed towards the burning loft. She said:
"If my father died... the secrets you want to know will disappear forever."
Merlin didn't answer. He took a step forward. The whole person dissipated into billowing smoke, and the running Talia was involved. The two people rushed into the mountains surrounded by flames and extremely high temperature at a very fast flight speed. In the building.
At the same time when Merlin and Thalia rushed into the burning building, at the highest point of this 9-story pavilion made of wood and masonry, the leader of the Assassin Alliance, Lars, the demon leader who lived for 700 years. Al Gore is still struggling to fight against the invaders.
The majestic old man had a serious expression. He had white beards and temples, especially beards. He was treated as a slightly weird look, making him look like a roaring tiger.
He wore green leather armor, a cloak of warmth, and a black straight-edged sword in his hand, the standard weapon used by the assassins of the Assassin Alliance.
But this plain weapon, in the hands of Lars Al Gore, was played with flowers.
He was forced into a quaintly decorated room by a dozen black soldiers with assault rifles. At the next moment, the soldiers opened fire and hundreds of hot bullets screamed at the old assassin.
But the latter did not have the old age and slowness that the elderly should have. His agile movement left and right, and the straight-edged sword in his hand waved in the air, accompanied by a crisp sound of rain hitting the plantain, those flying The bullet was blocked by the long sword, and flexibly avoided by the old assassin. At a short distance, the speed of these assault soldiers moving the muzzle could not keep up with the speed of the old assassin's dodge.
His grandson, Demian, infiltrated the pool water of the Salar Road from an early age, giving the child the power and speed of an adult when he was 7 years old. And the old assassin himself?
He has soaked that pool of water countless times in 700 years. If the pool of Sarah Road can affect Demian, it means that its influence on the old assassin has reached a certain limit.
It's hard to say, this old assassin is not really human.
"puff"
In the grin of Lars Al Gore, the straight-edged sword hole in his hand penetrated the chest of a soldier, and his other hand was attached to the neck of another soldier, accompanied by a crisp metal With the sound of a collision, a sharp sleeved sword popped out of the cuff, cutting off half of the soldier's neck.
But this is just the beginning.
The old assassin's two wrists were turned over, the sharp blade and the deadly sleeved sword, drawn from the dead man's wound like a viper, and his movements were extremely fast at this moment, like a real green lightning, in the crowd Moving fast, after a second, the figure of Lars Al Gore solidified again, and the sharp blade in his hand waved, dancing a dazzling ring of sharp blades in the air.
The blade edged across the necks of several soldiers at a speed that was barely visible to the naked eye. The moment the old assassin put away the knife and coughed and stood upright, behind him, the remaining soldiers were almost At the same time he collapsed on the ground.
In the sound of the collision between the gun and the ground, a strong smell filled the room.
The old assassin reached out and took the cloak with blood on his back, and threw it on the bodies of the soldiers. He coughed like an old man and carried a knife, intending to leave the attic that had begun to be filled with ash and choking gas. .
But at the moment when he walked up the stairs, with the sound of a needle puncture, a bullet whistled and hit his back from behind.
"bass"
Between the sharp blade symphony and the splash of Mars, the sneak attack bullet was cut in half by the old assassin who turned and brandished the knife.
He held the sword in his hands and looked at the guy sitting on the railing in front of him, who was playing with a black pistol in his hand.
This man's dress is a bit strange. The armor he wears is very similar to the armor worn by the Warriors of the Assassin Alliance. They are made of a mix of ancient armor design and modern high-tech materials.
But unlike the black armor of the assassins, the armor on his body is intertwined with red and black.
It's like a blend of red blood and black sky.
He carried the full-face mask that the assassins would take when they were acting. The mask was also red and black, but behind the mask, there were two floating belts, which gave him a sense of elegance.
Carrying two staggered samurai swords behind his back, he looked like the ancient Dongying ninjas.
"Ten years gone, teacher."
The attacker inserted the pistol in his hand into the holster on his leg. He stood up, moving his arms and shoulders, just like saying hello to an old friend. He said to the vigilant old assassin calmly:
"It’s great to see that you are still so old and strong, the movement is as agile as I remember, even the expression of anger is as majestic as I remember, it seems that the news that the demon heads who have recently been ruined have died It's nonsense."
The guy said in a playful tone:
"But I think the feeling of falling from Gotham's sky must be very painful, but it should be your heart even more. Teacher, you gave up another disciple for the sake of a disciple, and the person you looked at in the end , But sneered at you and your career."
"He also beat you, oh my god, this is really a big deal!"
The guy spread his hands and said to the unspoken old assassin:
"How is it? After being hurt by Batman, did you start to miss the person who did what you said to you?"
"Don't be shy, teacher, I have been thinking of you all the time. In the ten years after I was expelled from my home, every day and night...I miss you so much."
Talking, he drew two straight-edged knives from the back, and his tone became eerie between the sharp blade symphony.
"Teacher, you are old and you should retire."
"Today I came to retrieve everything that should belong to me... this city, that title, and your legacy. I... just laughed."
"Slide, your lunaticism is already in your bones, you are hopeless."
Lars Al Gore looked at the attacker in front of him. He knew the identity of this person. That was his best disciple. He was originally his heir, but before Bruce appeared, the old assassin changed. Thinking of it, he saw the uncontrollable madness in Slade's spirit. He didn't think Slade had the ability to lead the Assassin League.
This led to a grudge between him and his disciples. After several quarrels, Slade was expelled from the Assassin League.
And now, he is back.
"Don't call me that name."
Slade moved his wrists, black double-edged blades roared in the air, he said to the old assassin:
"I have a new name, a very handsome and cool name, call me..."
"Morning Bell!"
"Uh"
At this moment, the figure of the old assassin turned into a disease shadow again, and the sharp blade in his hand was between the whistling, and he cut the Slade's neck precisely and violently.
But this deserving blow should be blocked by a sudden black blade at the moment of near success.
"clang"
In the Martian splashes with sharp blades, Slade waved a foot, kicked in the stomach of the old assassin, and kicked him out. And Lars Al Gore turned flexibly in the air, and finally stood firmly on the ground.
There was a look of consternation in his eyes. He looked at Slade in front of him, and he was a little unbelievable.
"what!"
The death knell chuckled, and he said:
"Surprised, right? The power given to you by the Pool of Salal is no match for an expelled person?"
"Old man, I really want to tell you all of my experience in the past decade, but unfortunately, there is not much time between us...so, let's talk with weapons."
"Hopefully, you will appreciate my story."
"Uh"
The two blades of the death knell flew outwards, and between the cracks of the bricks under his feet, the terror that burst from his body pushed him toward the former mentor like a black and red shadow.
The frantic and tyrannical atmosphere enveloped the body of the death knell, making him look like a beast on earth.
In the ten years of escape, he changed from a faithful assassin to a mercenary who only served money. By chance, I met a group of ‘new friends’.
He serves ‘new friends’, and the lavish new friends not only set up his assassin alliance for him, but also brought him a real gift.
That is a serum...
It is said that comes from the legendary...Dragon!
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