Covering the wound on his back and waist, Old Tang shook the blood that kept dripping from his short spear, held his breath and focused, and was careful to keep his guard around.

In the narrow cabin, three corpses of assassins in black with different postures were lying beside Lao Tang.

Some were pierced through the neck with a short spear; some were pierced through the head with a shield; even the one at Lao Tang's feet was kicked into pieces with his sternum, and the broken ribs pierced the internal organs, and the whole person was folded into a bow shape...

But the black-clothed assassin's strength is even more difficult than he expected.

Not only is he superb in hiding and hiding skills, but even his fighting skills are quite good.

In a trance, Lao Tang even had a familiar illusion in his mind, as if his defensive warriors were back at the time when he was doing daily life in Kui Island in the game, but he was targeted by a team of thieves who were "hunting" here.

The only good news for Lao Tang is probably the control skill that the thief and the assassin hates him, but because of the huge difference in size and strength between them, they cannot fully exert their performance.

But even so, Old Tang still suffered a loss silently.

With the restricted terrain, Lao Tang almost did his best in the battle and failed to achieve his full strength, leaving only three corpses. The price was that a bloody hole was pierced on his waist.

Old Tang would never doubt that if it weren't for the height difference between the two sides, this "backstab" would definitely become a more vicious "throat lock"...

If it was just a skin injury, it would be nothing for Lao Tang, who had a thick skin. However, the poison applied to the dagger was too domineering. With the violent corrosiveness of the poison, the dark dagger almost instantly penetrated Lao Tang's heavy armor.

The proud tenacity and heavy weight of the Honor Armor did not play any role at all. It was not much stronger than a piece of cardboard under the corrosion of the poison. The poison remaining on the edge of the gap still corrodes the armor until now, let alone the wound on Lao Tang's waist.

The wound was like it was splashed with sulfuric acid. The corrosive toxins not only quickly expanded in the **, but even instantly turned the nearby part into a piece of rotten smelly meat...

For a moment, Lao Tang even felt that half of his body became numb and disobedient.

He quickly used the power of the sun in his body, and Lao Tang even used the "cleaning technique" five times in a row, and then brushed five waves of healing waves that looked like "Holy Light Flash" on the injured area. Only then could he barely suppress the continued erosion of the wound and forcibly eliminate the domineering corrosive toxins in his body.

Whether it was piercing heavy armor with a poisonous dagger or using Dili to injure the heroic warrior Lao Tang with a lineup of 9th and 8th grade assassins, such a record would be enough to be proud of him anywhere.

"I have already killed three helpers. Do you think you still have a chance of winning?"

Leaning his back on the cabin of the warship to reduce the exposed area. Lao Tang gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and used the death knife on his waist to remove the inactive rotten flesh on his waist. Then he calmly bandaged his wounds and asked with a cold expression:

"With your skills, you shouldn't be an unknown person, right? Since you dare to attack me, you might as well call me for a name to kill me. I want to find the place again in the future. I don't know who to ask for a fire!"

There was no response in the empty cabin, just as if the assassin had fled far away, while Old Tang was talking to himself in a daze.

Old Tang was not concerned about the strange atmosphere in front of him. While letting go of the possible hiding places of the assassins around him who were perceived carefully, he still said to himself:

"Do you still dare not speak with your head and tail? It's really unpleasant..."

"I haven't heard of any outstanding assassin organization in the Kul Tiras Navy, well... let me guess... MI7 of Stormwind City or the Syndicate member who was incorporated?"

While speaking, Lao Tang had almost treated the wound by taking advantage of the opportunity of "chat" and "guessing". Although Lao Tang's mouth was still hurting under the bandage, the corners of his mouth were twitching, at least it no longer affected his combat effectiveness.

The hidden dangers caused by the injury were alleviated. Only one opponent was left. These two good news made Lao Tang feel good. The noise on the deck became more and more intense. Thinking of the important matter of capturing Dalin Proudmore alive, Lao Tang had decided not to continue to waste time with this guy who was hiding his head and tail.

What's more, fighting against an opponent with a secret whereabouts on a terrain with limited strength is not a good decision...

As long as you return to the deck of the "Sea King's Volunteer", let alone a mere assassin, even if you hit Lao Tang again, you will be fearless and unlucky. You will be confident, relaxed and happy to clean up them all!

He casually used a short metal spear to slap several shelves and boxes in the cabin and smashed them to the corner where the last assassin might hide. While urging his perception to observe the surroundings, Old Tang raised his feet and walked out of the cabin, as if he was no longer entangled.

"Softie, just squat! Brother, I won't waste time with you here!"

Holding a spear in one hand and a shield in the other hand, while Old Tang was almost arrogant and swaying, he did not forget to swear to mock the remaining assassin, hoping that he would be lucky enough to meet such a young man, and he would be flawed and reveal his whereabouts.

But even Lao Tang himself had no hope for this ridiculous idea.

If bravery is synonymous with warriors, then patience is the motto of the assassin.

The brief battle just now proved that this black-clothed assassin who stabbed him was definitely not an ordinary person. The skillful methods and skills are enough to show that this group of assassins are not a fledgling rookie.

If that is the case, how could it be so easy to fall into this not-so-wise "trap", get angry after being spoken by a few words, and make such a bad mistake?

Rather than saying that Lao Tang is designing and testing, it is better to say that Lao Tang is getting some verbal cheapness.

However, this world is so wonderful, and things that often don’t have any hope will happen in front of you...

Just as Lao Tang was cautiously trying to pass through the corridor full of traps and caltrops, a faint sound suddenly appeared behind Lao Tang's side.

Without thinking, Old Tang turned around, and the short spear in his hand was already spitting out a letter like a poisonous snake found in his prey, and stabbed at the source of the sound with a whoosh.

There was no stimulation of the stinging on the short spear, and Lao Tang was not surprised. If he found a flaw so easily and killed it, wouldn’t the previous struggle and injury be a joke?

In fact, before taking action, Lao Tang had already guessed the source of the faint sound - disturbance!

It was just a means of the assassin lurking in the shadows to deliberately release the means to interfere with his perception and attract attention. Old Tang, who had already seen through this move, was just using a trick, deliberately selling a flaw to attract him to the hook, and bluffing the assassin to reveal his figure!

It can be said that Lao Tang, who is vengeful, never thought of letting go of the assassin who stabbed him. All actions and performances are just the product of intrigue between Lao Tang and the black-clothed assassin.

"Ding, chi!"

Sure enough, when Lao Tang's left shield seemed to be accidentally thrown behind him, a crisp metal clash and another sound that was like piercing the broken leather and shattered fluff. It was the sound of daggers colliding with the shield, and poison corroding the shield...

Immediately afterwards, there was another crackling sound of bone fracture not far behind Lao Tang, and the muffled sound of ** hitting the wall of the cabin.

Old Tang's mouth raised slightly, and he looked at the black-clothed assassin who was injured in the brute force collision with interest and flew out. After spewing out a large mouthful of blood, he was stunned on the ground.

The black hair and blue eyes, the black night clothes were covered with dust and blood. The shield, which was corroded by poison, was sneering with rotten white smoke. It fell to the assassin who was limping on the ground. On the left side of the shield, the assassin's right arm hung weakly on the side, twisting irregularly. He could no longer hold the dagger covered with corrosive poison.

Lao Tang's brute force is so perverted that a certain Taurus General General himself knows best.

Although the backhand "shield" just now did not use much effort to pursue angles, it was definitely not easy to absorb.

As the two collided, although the assassin made an emergency move in a hurry, the shield supported by Lao Tang's brute force still easily shattered the bones of the entire right arm at this moment.

The human assassin was just a scrap of his right arm, which was already considered a great fortune. Otherwise, if the shield directly hit the man in black...

Well... Another broken rotten watermelon!

Injuring the muscles and bones. Even if the opponent's ninth level strength makes his physical strength far more than that of ordinary people, if there is no hero-level priest or holy knight who has the strength to treat, the assassin's arm will at least be deprived!

Even if you can find a hero-level healing expert to help, you will never think about returning to your peak combat power without a year or two in rest.

In addition to the internal organs that were damaged after the collision with the cabin, it can be said that the assassin in front of him could no longer bear the storm of identity. Even his life was completely in Lao Tang's hands.

Observing this, Lao Tang's smile even more.

With a wave of his hand, the short spear cut open the black mask that covered half of his face with a "swish". The next second, a face that made Old Tang feel familiar appeared in front of him.

"Matias Shore?"

The surprise in Lao Tang's tone was absolutely unpleasant. He really didn't expect that he would see the intelligence leader of the MI7 on the Admiral's flagship car! He even fucked one unknown!

However, before we could delve into the conspiracy and reasons behind this, Lao Tang keenly discovered that the light and jokes flashed in Shau's eyes limp on the ground.

The next moment, Lao Tang’s sense of crisis was warned again!

A sudden burst of murderous intent made Old Tang thorn in his back!

The wind was coming from behind the head, and Lao Tang, who had no time to turn around, could even imagine a scene where a dagger and a dagger stabbed his two kidneys on the left and right!

There was actually one assassin!

But I didn't realize any clues from beginning to end!

This hidden ability...This forbearing nature...and this tricky opportunity to take action...

Hero-level thief!

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