Chapter 248: 'assassin'!

Cervantes fell to the ground, watching the frost-covered ground being swallowed up by the flames again, the mage that had returned to its original shape was burned by the flames, and then slowly watching the flames spreading on the ground burn out, leaving only There was gravel and crystals reflecting the light.
After the black dragon turned into a humanoid, and then pushed back the bone that penetrated the epidermis to the outside, he began to use the Hunyuan to heal his injuries.
The life of the fire element without any wisdom complies with its own desire to survive, and ran to the ‘woods’ five hundred feet away, because there are still Mars ‘surviving’ in the ashes there.
Cervantes evacuated the magic and elements around him, but he also returned the energy long ago.
Now his body is still exuding the high temperature that can burn the human body, so he will not go anywhere now.
Until now, the wanderer has not appeared-
When the sword saint died, he did not appear;
When the monk died, he did not show up;
The ranger, warrior, and mage are all dead, and he still doesn't show up...
Cervantes was a little puzzled. Was he thinking about whether the rogue ran away in a bad situation? It was like the last time he was assassinated by the ‘eye of omniscience’.
When the mage saw that the situation was not good, he gave orders to let the surviving men flee, but this time it was different. He was obviously seriously injured and even dying.
Cervantes couldn't figure it out. He didn't understand why the rogue didn't appear again until the battle was over.
Not only that, but now recall that the mage did not even consider the existence of the rogue even when casting the spell.
In other words, did the rogue really escape?
Cervantes shook his head and walked out of the bunker.
After the ground elements were extracted by him, this piece of land became a pile of sand, and what was supposed to have disappeared and became a dead place without any life.
Not only was the woods originally burned down here, but unless there was a druid or the priest of the goddess of life to improve the environment, there would never be life here, unable to plant, trees unable to grow, and even the veins would bypass here , Here will become a veritable'death'.
Black Dragon dragged his tired body out of the bunker step by step.
With a radius of 500 feet, Cervantes was not standing in the center, but it took some time to get out of the bunker with his current body.
Standing beside the sandpit for a while, Cervantes wanted to leave earlier.
The fighting here is so great that someone will surely come to investigate, and in his current situation, even if he only encounters a ‘supernatural’ like the squad just now, he can be killed.
Now he is too weak, not only because he just started the [Legendary Stance] battle, but the injuries on his body are too serious. Although it has not reached the level of death, it is really not good.
The mage's [crushed palm] did not cause much damage to him, but it was a nine-ring spell after all, and Cervantes was seriously injured, and there are reasons for this spell.
After a short break, the Black Dragon took another step and walked towards the woods that had become a black and ash...or rather, the woods that used to be.
Now no matter which direction, the tree has become a whole piece of charcoal, and with a little effort, the charcoal will break apart.
Click!
Black Dragon stepped on a piece of coke that had not been burned, and Mars splashed under his feet.
He turned off the flame aura and converged the high temperature, and after he left, the two fire elemental life immediately flew over, greedily sucking the last embers, and after the coke was completely extinguished, they immediately stared at each other and were Driven by the desire to survive, a fight was launched.
The heat wave came behind him, but Cervantes did not look back. He just walked through the charcoal forest with his eyes half open.
A charred black corpse of an animal that had no time to escape was kicked at the foot, and the black dragon pursed his mouth and sighed in a low voice: "I'm sorry..."
He didn't stop for this bone, even though there were some same bodies at his feet and in front of him.
This is his mistake. If he did not hide in the woods with the goddess of wealth, trying to avoid those eyeliners, these animals might not die.
Although it was those people who initiated the attack first, it was him who killed the animals, so this was his mistake, and he would not deny it!
But again, he will not stop because of this little guilt.
Someone is still waiting for him to go back...
The wanderer clenched his dagger, his face expressionless, and he could not see what was going on inside him.
He watched silently, in front of him was the scene of the black dragon walking slowly.
He was surrounded by gray, the sky and the earth were all gray, and even he himself was stained with gray.
This is commonly known as the'Shadow Kingdom', also known as the'Shadow Plane'. The wanderer is the shadow shuttle through this plane.
Their mission has been completed long ago. From the moment Black Dragon was seriously injured, their mission has been completed.
But they couldn't escape. After being stared at by the black dragon, only he had a chance to escape.
The rogue can choose to escape, but he has not escaped, he stays here, he has to wait for the last perfect time!
"The last chance……"
Finally, I glanced at the dagger in my hand, and the wretchedness of the rogue was more...
In order to wait for this opportunity, he spent too much power to spy on the action of the black dragon.
He watched as the warriors and mages who could not escape escape to death. From the beginning of the war to that time, he did not find a chance, even if it was only a chance to hit the black dragon!
The difficulty of assassinating the black dragon is similar to the difficulty of assassinating a legendary monk. As an assassin, the rogue can see at first glance that the black dragon has a strong sense of ability, and the information provided by the organization also shows that his The guess is right.
He has only one chance...
As an assassin, not a killer, the rogue knows what ‘only one chance’ means.
Even if it may die, even if you have given all your life, you can’t kill the other party, but you still have to act, you still have to stab that dagger!
There are no guidelines for "Assassins". Those are all made up by laymen. The rogue only knows that if he wants to be an assassin, he must first prepare to lose his life.
In other words, that is—
As long as you can do "Assassination even if you lose your life", no matter who you are, you can become an "Assassin"!
Whether it is a single assassination or thousands of assassinations, as long as you are ready, then you are an assassin-no matter what method, no matter whether the assassination is successful, the most important thing for the assassin is to be able to ignore himself Life!
Every assassination is a ‘death to death’, as long as you become an assassin, then don’t think about ‘must go back alive’...
The wanderer clenched his dagger.
"Here..." He said to himself in the bottom of his heart.
The wanderer gave up thinking, because thinking will make him shrink back and make him fear... And he is an'assassin'!
Cervantes half-opened his eyes, apparently exhausted, but even after seeing the tired appearance of this black dragon through the plane, the rogue still did not shoot.
Even, the black dragon passed by him!
The rogue forced himself to close his eyes, because he was afraid of being discovered, afraid of being found before launching the assassination... So, he closed his eyes!
Then he opened his eyes again, turned his head slowly, and looked at the black dragon, which was also moving slowly, and the golden rune on the dagger suddenly lit up--
"Assassin", raise the dagger quietly...
'I am already dead! ’At the moment of the shot~EbookFREE.me~The wanderer told himself so, because...
He is really dead!
Boom!
The wanderer squeezed his lips tightly and jumped out of the shadow with a greasy face, towards the black dragon, thrusting a dagger in his hand, like a shock!
Cervantes felt the killing intention, lifted his feet back and turned around, and flung his foot to the loafer's waist, tearing his body in half in the air!
Papa!
The rogue's upper and lower body fell to the ground.
He was going to die, but he smiled.
"Cough!"
Cervantes lowered his head and looked at the dagger stuck in his chest...
"Really...well done..."