Assassin’s Adventure

"What is your purpose, young Mr. Assassin."

After Brisbane looked carefully, he was able to find that the person in front of him was much younger than he thought, and there should be no attraction for assassins in the Royal Fortress. Could it be that it was coming towards him?

"Would you believe me if I said I just wanted to leave?"

There was a smile on the corner of Gordon's mouth, as if he didn't care.

"Don't want to answer? I hope you can withstand the torture in prison."

Brisbane took a long breath, then slowly opened his eyes, putting all his energy on Gordon, the sharp blade was ready to go.

He didn't understand what the assassin was thinking. He didn't shoot the important value target first, and he wouldn't immediately escape after he missed. It seemed that he wanted to use that ridiculous Hidden Blade to have a head-to-head duel with him.

Rush into the center of the enemy and go head-to-head with a dagger and a knight's sword?

"It was you who attacked my mine."

He suddenly remembered Benoit's description of the attacker, a professional killer who used smoke to move, and every movement was fatal. It was an assassin.

"So what?"

"Actually, you caused me enough trouble, I hope your knife can match your confidence."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gordon saw the radiant light in the eyes of this pampered man, and the long sword in his hand was like lightning, coming with a strong killing intent. Wrapped in an unstoppable momentum, he pointed directly at Gordon's neck.

But Gordon didn't retreat. The so-called "one inch long and one inch strong, and one inch short one inch dangerous". He wanted to win, not just by opening up the space. He had to rush up to fight and get into his attacking distance.

clang!

The knight's sword was ferocious, but it couldn't cut the equally hard gauntlet.

Bliss, who has also experienced countless battles, can see Gordon's intentions at a glance. His steps change, one leans the blade sideways, and swiftly cuts towards the latter's head.

not good!

Gordon cursed inwardly, and then a donkey rolled around and dodged the attack, staring at Bryce.

The person in front of him is indeed not at the same level as the pirate he met. His sword is too fast, and his attack is fierce. He has a tight attack rhythm and defensive moves. It is not comparable to those pirates who rely on fierce and desperate efforts.

"Are you a Templar?"

Today, with the development of gunpowder weapons, the only countries that can maintain the combat skills of the cold weapon system are the Templars and the Assassin Brotherhood, except for countries that do not have large-scale gunpowder weapons.

"Have you finally realized? Boy."

After the initial confrontation, Brees found out Gordon's reality almost instantly. Whether it was his ability to control the situation, or his own speed and strength, they were far from reaching the level of an excellent assassin, especially lacking. It was because there was no killing intent in his eyes, no belief at all.

An assassin without free will is not even a real assassin, just a good captain?

This is a guess based on Gordon's shoes, thick leather, non-slip, waterproof shoes, and expensive.

Gordon must make a quick decision at this time. Not far from here is the fortress. If it is not expected, the soldiers may already be on their way.

Two smoke bombs exploded on the solid wood floor, and his figure disappeared into the smoke. The assassin, after all, is a hunter in the dark, and that is what people fear.

"Cough cough~ cough~"

Bliss couldn't help coughing, and even felt that his eyes couldn't help crying. This was completely different from the assassin smoke bombs he encountered in training, and he could only try to find the enemy's traces.

A snow-white blade swept through the smoke, silently, towards Brisbane's vital point.

Captain Gordon has no intention of subduing his opponent now, that is courting death.

The air movement caused by the assassination was keenly captured by Bliss, and when the Hidden Blade was less than two centimeters away from his neck, he suddenly turned around and lowered his head, then slashed horizontally in the direction of the blade.

Kacha~ Touch! !

Gordon bowed to dodge in the nick of time, and the tea table beside him was smashed and flew out, and then fell into two halves.

But this is not the end, the smoke of the assassin can no longer stop Brisbane's fighting intuition. With the vague voice and air flow, he locked Gordon's position and launched a rain-like onslaught.

Brisbane's swordsmanship is silver cross swordsmanship, which is summed up in the simple and extreme killing swordsmanship after the Crusades. It is mainly suitable for legion combat. The attack is unstoppable, but it requires a lot of physical strength, and the lethality explodes in an instant. Enough to get you anywhere in a solo head-to-head duel.

This kind of extreme swordsmanship combined with the knight's sword that is good at slashing makes Gordon unbearable. Every slash hit Gordon's gauntlet, and the power transmitted seems to break his bones.

Puchi~

With the sound of the sharp blade cutting flesh, a smile appeared on the corner of Brisbane's mouth, because he felt that his blade had become heavier, which was the weight of blood.

On Gordon's face, a long scar was drawn from the corner of his mouth to his cheekbones, bleeding profusely.

He gritted his teeth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This time, he really felt that death was so close, even close to that, he would become a one-eyed captain.

"Is this the true strength of the Templars?"

There are such terrifying people in any port. How many such people are there in the whole world?

Brisbane's powerful strength has already made him want to retreat. Since the Jackdaw has left safely, there is no need for him to continue fighting. All he needs to do is get out of here, hide among the two thousand people, find a way to get out of here with a boat, and then find a boat to Nassau.

And Serena, he had to stop Serena from going on, and take her out of here.

"Are you ready to run away?"

The smoke had cleared, and Brees caught Gordon's erratic eyes, looking for a way out.

"I think we'll meet again," Gordon said, then took out a row of arrow-shaped darts from his waist, some toward the incapacitated Governor, and some toward the only remaining candlestick And go.

"It really is an assassin's style, it's despicable." Brisbane smiled sarcastically, and then directly pulled up the remaining half of the round table to block the Governor.

Many candlesticks were cut off, and the flames spread over the curtains and carpets along with the hot wax, and there was a tendency to get out of hand.

Taking advantage of this time, Gordon had already escaped through the window, but he did not leave, but hid in the shadows to breathe.

His machete is still in the kitchen, but he can't just let it go, because for a long time, he can't find a weapon that can be used.

The gauntlet has been smashed and deformed, stuck firmly in the hand, and it was only removed after it was abolished. It was at this time that the brigade rushed into the Governor's Mansion in the rain, and then the flames were extinguished.