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"Perhaps people all over the world think...the underground council is the most elite group of assassins in the world." Luthor was lying on a generous chair, sneering, dealing with a group of assassins. Even ordinary people look down on these guys, let alone Needless to say about them, "They will never know why their assassination is a joke in front of us."

He looked at the knight captain beside him and said, "Want to know?"

The knight commander bowed and said, "Don't dare..."

"It's okay to tell you now, the oldest assassin group is in our temple." Luther said proudly, "Whether assassination or counter-assassination, it's just a cover for the outside world. The most secretive team, they angered Lord St. Duran and Lord St. Hynes, this time, let those ants in the underground council meet the real assassins!"

"What is the ancestor of the assassin 'Altaïr', what is the eagle of Florence 'Ezio'?" Luther said, "In front of them, they are all just juniors who haven't even grown their hair yet."

"I think it will be a good show!" the knight commander laughed.

...

In Canglan City, in an inconspicuous hotel, there were a few figures, they seemed to be hiding in the shadows, discussing in low voices.

"Oh, that's a great story! I can feel it even after seeing a little of it."

"Just take a look. People like us may not see the sun tomorrow today, so don't think too much about it."

"If I can come back alive, I must try that Yujian."

"Haha! Maybe." Ha Xing carefully counted and packed his belongings, as well as the newly made flying knives and hidden swords. With a flick of his wrist, a cold light shot out in the dark night, "If I die in Get out of the damn place and remember to burn me the end of the story, man."

"Me too!" Another assassin laughed.

In her own room, Irina quickly changed into a black assassin costume, imitating the "Brotherhood" style of assassin costume, black, with a dovetail-like robe with learned elegance, slim trousers and leggings, Gently put on the hood, only revealing the lower half of the delicate face.

This is a war that only belongs to assassins, it is hidden in the darkest place of the whole world, and even... few people know about it.

It is a shadow in the sun.

The night in Canglan City is always so quiet. The nobles don't like to go out at night gracefully. For the common people, the best time to practice is when the night is quiet, and they don't want to give up.

On the White Pigeon Square, even the pigeons have returned to their nests. The quiet square seems to be talking about the prosperity of the past, and the cheers and exclamations seem to be still vivid in my ears.

Ha Xing walked into the dark alley again, and it seemed that there were still the shadows of the two down-and-out assassins from the past. They were full of hope for the future.

But now, there was only one person left alone. Ha Xing put his hands on his chest and prayed silently: "Oh, brother! Even though I know this is a trap set by those guys, I still can't control myself."

"Do you know, now I finally understand the assassin's true meaning, if you want, I think I will tell you all this..." He rambled, "Although I don't know if you are still alive, but... ...Hold on, but don't die before that..."

At this moment, the entire square seemed to be the world of assassins.

Dressed in black or white assassin outfits, the hooded assassins gathered here.

Hasin also walked out of the alley at this time and came to the square.

"Bros!"

"Sisters!"

Irina glanced across the crowd, she knew she had to gather these assassins at this moment.

"Fight with me! Let them see what happens to offending assassins!"

"Everything is false, and everything is allowed." Ha Xing walked over. Perhaps in the eyes of others, he was already a very good assassin, but in fact he was not. However, when he came here, his mood was completely different from before, "Under the Hidden Sword, all beings are equal!"

"It's time, if we stand united! We are Brotherhood!"

"Maybe we can create an impossible history!"

"Victory belongs to the Brotherhood!"

"Victory belongs to the Assassins!"

Such a voice suddenly echoed in the quiet Baige Square.

"All Brotherhood, prepare, attack!"

A clear eagle cry, along with the roar of war, resounded through the early morning night sky.

"Mom, what's that?" Joseph, who seemed to be awakened by something, rubbed his eyes, opened the window, and exclaimed, "It's an eagle, a lot of eagles, and they are flying to Gray Eagle City!"

...

"Do you know how to arrange it?" A ray of dawn appeared in the clear east.

At this time, Luther was drinking morning tea in his courtyard.

"Your Excellency Luther." An old man wearing a priest's robe next to him said respectfully, "We have already bribed the Lord of Greyhawk City, that guy is a humble guy who is greedy for wealth and honor, and this city will activate the highest standard all day today. The air-forbidden magic circle, even the 'cat's aura' used by mages to increase jumping ability, can't play any role here, if they want to come in, they can only go through the main entrance, and we have set up heavy guards there."

At this time, Luther was wearing a noble and gorgeous dress, as if hosting some grand ceremony: "The magic trap has also been set, right?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, the highest specification, it is guaranteed that it cannot be detected even by the spiritual detection of a magician."

"Even this time, we used... the Forbidden Magic Array." The red-robed high priest said, "As long as it is activated, those assassins' stealth casting spells will completely lose their effect!"

"The most important point is that whether it's a fighter or a spellcaster, their power will be suppressed to the lowest point here. Only divine magic can work perfectly here."

"As long as you show up, you will definitely die!"

...

At the same time, the assassins at this time, with the golden sun behind their backs, were facing the towering city wall in the east of Greyhawk City.

I saw several assassins wearing white cloaks standing on top of it.

They looked down at the dense houses below, the buildings with white walls and red tiles and the rush of people.

Numerous soldiers and temple knights patrolled the streets.

The whole city was shrouded in an inexplicable huge magic power.

At this moment, Ha Xing felt that it was very difficult for him to raise the slightest bit of "Qi", just like the last assassination.

But at this moment, he didn't feel any panic or disorder.

"All things are false, all things are permitted."

The memory in my mind keeps echoing.

"It's about understanding that we are the executors of our own actions, and we must bear the consequences of it, whether it's in glory or in tragedy."

The words of the past seem to be vivid in my ears.

"Walk in the dark, serve the light."

"This is the motto left by our ancestors, and the creed that has been handed down to this day:"

"..."

"While others blindly seek truth and reality, remember - nothing is real

While others are bound by law and morality, remember - all things are allowed"

"Rise up, assassins!"

At this moment, there is no fear, no hesitation and confusion in their eyes.

They are firm and unshakable, because they are assassins, assassins they are proud of!