The dizziness seems to be very long and short, and the memories in front of the girl with short-haired black hair are distributed in fragmented shapes.

Memories are scattered like broken glass, with the noise of pushing bosses in the game guild, and the sadness of a thin figure waving a dagger to the wooden stake after the sunset sets.

At the end of many fragments, a middle-aged man patiently wrapped himself in pain. In front of the person, he was covered with red scarf and had a slightly messy long hair. He was the legendary demon who stopped the child from crying at night, but behind the person, he was just a poor person who was dependent on his daughter.

"Hurry! Hide in, I'll take care of these mice!" The middle-aged man asked the girl to hide in the closet, hurriedly picked up her weapons, and faced the swarming foreign enemies.

He is extremely agile. Even if he is caught off guard, he is still so easy to face the siege of more than a dozen people.

Dancing on the tip of a knife is like playing a note, playing a song called the Elegy of Death in blood and wail.

The dagger is the strings, the long knife is the keys, and all the interior decorations are his pedals.

Anything can be used and can become a weapon for killing people.

It is an ordinary person to take one step at a time, and it is a genius to take one step at a time. Middle-aged men can take ten steps at a time. Only when the enemy's throat meets a dagger that has been waiting for for a long time will they realize that the other party has begun to set up this killing game early, and every clumsy resistance will only make themselves closer to death and more dangerous.

After all, there are only a few who can escape the killing game. Several assassins didn't understand why they were so stupid and how could they be so coincidental to being stabbed to death by the other party's dagger so comfortably.

Enemies from outside kept pouring in, the area was small, and it could even be said that the room was a bit simple and covered with corpses.

The enemy seemed to realize that skills could not gain the upper hand, so they began to use their numerical advantage to kill.

"Rats in Stormwind City, you want to kill me too?" The middle-aged man's roar was accompanied by a fierce killing move circling among the enemy like a whirlwind.

Blood was flowing on the ground, and the girl hid in the closet and watched the killing. Her young heart was greatly impacted. She could not understand why these strangers had to break into her home and kill her father.

She felt even more dizzy, and some strange memories suddenly appeared in her head. She was a little more powerful when she shook her head. She didn't notice that the blood slowly flowed into the wardrobe and a small pool of silted in the low-lying area around her feet. She accidentally stepped on it.

Her body suddenly lost balance, and she staggered out of the closet, and the girl was exposed directly in front of the assassins.

One of the assassins didn't even look at it, throwing out the dagger in his hand. The sharp dagger drew an arc and quickly passed through the girl's neck.

"I want to kill you!!" The middle-aged man who was proficient in assassination seemed to be about to crack. He knew the power of this attack very well, and even more so the result of this attack.

Seeing his daughter covering her neck and falling helplessly in a pool of blood, the middle-aged man could no longer remain calm. He gave up the skill of reaching the peak in seconds. He was like a berserker, with a dagger and a long sword dancing around. The three strongest assassins who besieged him were instantly cut into corpses.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him! Come on, come on together!"

The enemy no longer used any skills, and only knew how to stab him with a sword.

Elegance no longer exists, and the steps no longer move. The middle-aged man exchanges injuries for injuries. With the anger in his heart, he killed all enemies. At the same time, he fell to the girl with anger.

At this time, he unexpectedly discovered that the girl's injury had healed. He didn't know what the mystery was. His consciousness was gradually blurring. He only had time to shout in front of his daughter and many supporters: "Tell those lackeys in Stormwind City! My behavior is just!"

The original owner died on the spot, her future and her past were replaced, and the time traveler occupied and healed this new body.

Even though three days had passed, the middle-aged man's roar was still wandering in Vanessa Van Cliff's ears.

Edwin Van Cliff, this middle-aged man who was dubbed Big Fan in his previous life actually died in front of him. It is ironic to think about it.

In a despicable assassin, the elite assassin of Stormwind City came out in full swing, using the guidance of the traitor and some luck to complete an ugly task of bullying the less.

The uncomplex misunderstandings between the two sides were ignored by the nobles. They could clearly expose the conspiracy through dialogue, but the nobles adopted the most intense and perhaps the easiest way in their minds to deal with the problem. Misunderstandings turned into misunderstandings, misunderstandings turned into hostility, and now hostility turned into blood feud.

Twenty-five assassins were killed on the spot, and Edwin Van Cliff, the leader of the Defia Brotherhood, was also hit several times and fell into a pool of blood with sorrow and anger.

As the most powerful assassin trained by the Stormwind City Military Information Department, his large-scale skills were enough to crush a group of attackers, rebel against Stormwind City, and raised the flag to fight back, similar assassins occurred from time to time. Originally, these assassins were not the first batch, nor should they be the last batch, but Vanessa's accident changed everything.

She has nothing to do with Edwin Van Cliff. In her previous life, she has posted a lot of posts on the Internet that exposed Edwin Van Cliff's ugly face.

He is pitiful, but he is also hateful. He is not a good person in the traditional sense. Those who want him to die can line up from the western wilderness to Stormwind City. These people not only have nobles, but most of them are civilians. They do not understand the grievances between Edwin Van Cliff and the nobles. They only know that this group of people destroyed their lives, left their hometowns, and separated their wives and children.

If Edwin Van Cliff has wronged and wants to avenge Stormwind City, then who should tell the wronged of these civilians?

This guy is not a good person, and even the last thing he was angry, resentful, and violently killing towards the assassins was for the girl, not her.

But this body still couldn't mind this blood feud, so she shook hands with the assassinators and those nobles and thought that nothing had happened? Sorry, it was impossible to do it. This was the only obsession in the body. At least I had to avenge him, let those fat nobles hear their voices, and put an end to Edwin Van Cliff, a respectable, sad and hateful middle-aged man.

Put on the seriously damaged leather armor and slightly bloody skin, picked up the one-handed sword called Cruel Inverted Hook, she tied her cloak in front of the mirror and took care of her short black hair.

Her beautiful face was still tender, and the afterglow of this assassination seemed to be seen between her eyebrows. She raised her leather-armored collar to block her cut but healed her neck, and pushed open the door with one hand.
Chapter completed!