Chapter 17: Twelve. Sentinel (2)

With a lazy surplus, a little frivolous voice appeared suddenly in the place where only he and Thor should be, beating to the heart that was about to explode. The soothing voice was tightened at once, and the cold touch began to follow Blood extends.
　　 Before the shock shakes his mind, the fingers holding the bow string are released, and the warning arrow is immediately pushed out by the reaction force towards the sky and toward the black cloud where the scales can be reflected.
　　The best shooting technique and the strong bow combined with the speed of the arrows can hardly capture the trajectory. The confident green pupil of the lake wants to catch up with the gorgeous feathers at the tail of the arrow, but the image projected on the retina is a sharp white light.
　　 "You should listen to others."
　　 The residual image of the arrow completely disappeared from sight, and the sharp whistle of the warning did not vibrate on the eardrum, only the sound of the unhurried sound was twisted by the ear.
Clenching the molars and deflecting the gaze to the source of the sound line, the right hand pulls the hunting knife from behind like a lightning bolt, and while turning around, while lowering the posture, the bent legs accumulate strength and will kick the ground to eject the entire body at the next moment .
　　 The landscape in front of him stopped Tyre's thinking and body from all actions, maintaining the posture that he was ready to fight, staring forward.
　　 "Great arrow skills, arrows are also good arrows."
Against the background of snowy white reflections, the thick, strange black hair is so conspicuous that it is hard to forget once you have seen it, and your face and skin color are also very different from those of the wretched human spies I have seen so far. Under the eyelid, which opens and closes flexibly, is a pair of red pupils exuding calmness.
　　Tir also has a handsome appearance, and most of the people of the tribe are also good-looking. A single face with a difference is not enough to stop him from moving.
The alert arrow is playing with the left hand; the hunting knife between the index finger and the of the right hand, holding Thor with the hunting knife tightly in and out-the scene combined in front of him makes Tyr have to stop and think about the situation in front of him, draw up The next move.
　　 "The people who shoot arrows are also excellent."
　　 The gentle smile exuded a sense of coercion, which made people unable to bow their heads to receive praise. The person who received the praise did not respond, and no further action, just silence.
　　Tier looked at the wanton smile without giving in, and the afterglow of his eyes clasped the opponent's seemingly flexible waist and abdomen.
　　 "There is no need to be nervous, but there is nothing malicious on my side. If you say hello, it will kill you, will it bother you?"
　　 "Go to hell!!!"
　　 The words of persuasion were not heard by Thor at all, and the thunderous roar and the fist that could easily crush the giant rock turned into a hammer of sanction and waved towards the strange boy in front of him.
　　 The dull sounds unique to each time the bones of the prey were broken did not appear as usual. The fist did touch something, but the touch was completely different from that of hitting a flesh or hard object in each battle.
　　 The end of the fist is not the mysterious smile of the dark-haired boy, but a film that was not on the way of the fist.
The thin black hairline hangs from behind the teenager, intertwined with each other to form a mesh film, and its edges radiate countless force lines to alleviate the impact to the surroundings, insert the frozen soil, entangle the roots of the stone tree, hold The force of the struggling effort was passed on to the ground and could not form an effective attack.
The punch with full strength could not even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes. Too unexpectedly opened his mouth in surprise, and Tyre's empty face in his hand was also unsightly. The hunting knife originally held in his hand Tangled in the air by the thread, the tip of the knife pointed to the right belly of the black-haired boy.
　　Tor shouted and punched at the same time, Tyr threw a hunting knife immediately, but not to kill the enemy, but to save Thor.
　　 The opponent's immediate method of capturing the alarm arrow that has been fired is still unclear. It can be concluded that the speed of the opponent's shot is even faster. Thor's aggressive frontal attack is too rash. Choosing to throw a hunting knife may not necessarily kill the intruder, but it can distract him from side attacks, and Thor has a chance. This is Tyre's combat plan, tacit cooperation, and accurate grasp of the victory, smart but bold.
　　If they know more about their opponents, this seemingly perfect solution will probably not appear. If they are replaced by other people, they have already succeeded.
　　No matter how they formulate operations, from the most basic part-the moment that the opponent is judged with common sense, any combat plan is destined to end in defeat.
　　In the presence of this kind of thinking and understanding beyond the limits of all kinds of wisdom in the world of Wilt, the weight of common sense will not be heavier than a piece of paper.
　　 completely encapsulates their almost sneak attacks in a short time and completely resolves them. It is impossible to talk about words like "easy" and "Yu Yu", it is purely to treat their attacks as nothing like air.
　　 The gap in strength is so obvious that you can judge a superior without thinking.
　　 "I don't like rudeness. I really don't like unnecessary disputes. I accidentally overdo it."
The right hand waved an elegant arc in the air, and the intertwined lines began to dance. After a while, as if they had never appeared, no traces were left. The hunting knife trapped in the middle of the air was also spun off by the thread and swung out to draw a dart. The trajectory was grabbed by the original master again.
　　 This process is weird and unexplainable, but the fact that the hair will prolong the movement is already incredible, and it is even more stunned by the guy who controls these lines.
　　Tir and Thor looked at each other and jumped backwards. In any case, the other party presupposes an overwhelming strength advantage, and the approach so far has fully expressed the intention of not engaging in combat. I have no power to fight against it, and there is no need to continue to do things that stimulate the other party.
　　 After all, they are warriors with strong self-esteem, not rogue rogues, the honor of being a warrior and the dignity of being an elf are their bottom line.
　　 It's just that although he can't continue to shoot this dark-haired strange guy, he can't just retreat and throw it behind to an unidentified intruder. It's also an act that contradicts their sense of responsibility and dignity.
　　 The situation becomes wonderful, even a little funny. One side is not interested in action, the other is incapable of action, and I don't know what action to take to deal with this situation that I have never encountered.
　　 The subtle embarrassment of advancing and retreating into the valley was finally dispelled by a low whistle. The elven youths quickly turned and left. It was no longer possible to see their backs from the milky thick fog that enveloped the valley.
　　 "Excellent young man...right?"
　　 "Sincere as you say."
　　 After the elves left, the black figure jumped out of the hiding bushes, and the silent landing almost made it impossible to detect one more person. It's just that the unsuitable dress makes the shadow more dazzling than the dark-haired boy.
　　 The abrupt man in black stood his hands on the side of the teenager, and looked respectful and humble.
　　 "Master Li Lin."
　　'S face appeared a mocking smile that did not match the temperament that his subordinates should show. Red pupil shifted from the milky white vapor to Wally, and his eyes became full of blame.
"I don’t like picking bones in an egg, nor do I like to use stern reprimands to show off my authority, as long as the subordinate’s work is done. But now... Mr. Wally, your subordinates are obviously They need to train well, and the good days that follow the count have allowed them to accumulate too much unnecessary fat."
　　 "...very sorry, sir."
　　Yu Guang, who was enough to kill, looked at the men who came out of the woods sparsely—a few were kneeling on the ground and gagging. Wally's overly white and sick old face was covered with a more ugly lead dust.
　　 "This is my fault, I was too indulgent towards them before."
　　 It’s obviously not a satisfying killer who just failed to follow his master’s actions. Li Lin is just verbally expressing his dissatisfaction with them. Who knows how the next unbelievable adult will react.
　　 Maybe these dumb feet with soft feet won't even have it next time.
　　【After a long absence from drill, you should almost take it out and try again. 】
　　 vomited a cold trough in his heart that was enough to make a cadre frightened, and Wally's old face covered with wrinkles carved by a knife was still immobile.
　　 "Retraining is inevitable, and some adjustments need to be made in details. I will give you a training outline later."
　　 smoothed the mocking smile, and the tone became serious.
　　Accepting this group of killers is of course Li Lin in order to increase the strength of his hands. In the future development process, some guys who can do wet work are indispensable. But he didn't need to kill a group of killers into special forces or terrorists, and he didn't consider this tempting option at all.
　　What Li Lin needs is an intelligence system, the popular saying is that spy agents.
　　In this world of swords and magic, Li Lin ranks among the most urgently needed and most needed things. [Information] is undoubtedly the one that can easily defeat many competitors to win the championship.
The flow of information in this world is a complete mess of occlusion, and the gap between it and his birthplace of information explosion is large enough to be desperate-a single manual on-site intelligence collection judgment and sky, sea, underground and even The ubiquitous intelligence information networks in the virtual world are simply not comparable.
　　In order to achieve that set goal, Li Lin needs a lot of intelligence-military, economic, political, cultural, geographic, livelihood... All aspects of intelligence are indispensable support. It is better to start the work of training the intelligence team early. The training outline for the killers in the next stage has been drawn up. The general content is of course transformation training.
　　This group of people is not ignorant of intelligence work. The killers here actually have a little tradition of intelligence.
　　 From Wally's mouth, it can be determined that, except for the religious tribunals and the heretic burial organs of Ymir stationed in various countries, countries have not established an official intelligence monitoring agency. Even the development and infiltration of the aforementioned two groups of people in various countries are subject to many resistances, except for religious affairs and expulsion of heretics, they are not allowed to intervene at all.
　　 The church generally rarely deal with killers, UU reading www.uukakanshu. The common employers of com, those princes and nobles, also provide limited information to the killers. In order to work smoothly and get the salary necessary to support themselves, and finally use the money alive, the killers can only work part-time intelligence gathering. With the passage of time, this ancient industry of killer gradually formed its own set of emotional capital system, and intelligence has become one of the necessary professional skills in this industry.
　　 has a certain foundation, add new content to the training. Pick the right time to conduct a series of practical exercises. Li Lin believes that he will eventually be able to select the staff he needs, plus the insurance measures he has prepared—
　　 "I have decided to supervise the training, that guy is very suitable for this kind of thing."
　　 A gentle, gossip-like smile can't see exactly what the idea is. Wally can only infer a clear message from the literal meaning of the words.
　　【Those guys are going to be bad. 】
　　 The killer who had long been touched by life made up a sigh-like sentence in his heart, and his gray eyes squinted at those who were slowly breathing out.
　　 "The greeted team also came out, let's not be silly standing here."
　　 The red double pupils no longer face the silent killer, the crystal round eyes reflect the silhouette of the silhouette moving in the thick fog, and the eyelid blinks playfully.
　　 "I hope the elves can judge the situation rationally, and they should be able to make wise decisions while living in such a ghost place."
　　 For the first step in front of you, determine the beginning of the foundation. The sneered face converged, and the nerves and muscles that controlled the expression adjusted to the state where they could achieve the most effect-sincere, serene, and a smile that gave a good impression.
　　 "I am really looking forward to it?"