You can't find him in the shadows.

You have to take the initiative to show up and lure him out.

The weak defeats the strong, this is the meaning of the trial."

The pirate didn't answer.

There was sweat in his hands holding the Thrashing Blade. After a few seconds of hesitation, he said:

"I didn't find him, and he didn't jump out to kill me now, which shows that the shadow loves him almost as much as that bitch loves me.

Have you forgotten the tactic we talked about before?"

"Are you referring to that damn tactic of going to see Hela if you lose?"

Sephiel said quietly:

"Of course I haven't forgotten, and I don't want you to die here."

"Wow, Sephiel, this is the most heartwarming thing you said to me after you, this annoying and stupid bronze dragon, was killed by me."

Blake grinned in the shadows.

He took a deep breath, threw out the hook in the shadow, jumped into the camp, and landed without a sound. There was no one here, but the moment he landed, the pirate felt a gathering of shadow power.

Just ahead!

He raised his head and saw the magic box under the blanket in the tent in front of him. It was black, with the logo of the Shadow Council painted on it, and a keyhole on it.

A key is required to open.

Judging from Garona's description and the concentration of its shadows, it is undoubtedly the Orb of Dominance.

"He is very confident."

The pirate flexed his wrist and tiptoed towards the tent, maximizing his senses all the way, but the shadows around him remained calm, as if there was no one hiding in them at all.

"I hate this trial! I hate proving my qualifications to continue to hold something I already own, but if this is the rule..."

Blake stood up straight in the shadows.

He reached out and clasped the clan-style pendant hanging around his neck.

It was the talisman of the Breaker, with the warlock's magic solidified on it. The flames of hell were activated in the next moment, and balls of scorching red flames surged out from Blake's body.

The flames continued to radiate outward like a shock wave, and the range was limited to nearly ten meters around Blake. The rolling flames ignited the two surrounding tents in an instant.

The moment the magic power gathered, the shadow suit around Blake was shattered, and he was completely exposed to the night.

The flames hit the ground, causing anxiety, but did not force the hidden assassins around from the shadows. This proved that the guy was indeed not in the camp!

Then he is...

"Whoosh"

A scream as sharp as a spinning blade sounded three meters above Blake's head. Shadows gathered and black smoke ripped apart, and a guy wearing a weird leather hat appeared from the air.

Head down, feet up.

Like a hunting raven, he holds two dark daggers, and the sharp blades turned into shadows rotate and emerge in the broken shadows around him.

With the degree of interlacing of the sharp blades, as long as he comes into contact with Blake, he will be instantly cut into a pile of minced meat.

Assassin combat skills. Death falls from the sky!

Don't mind the name.

Although the assassins walking on the Shadow Road are low-key in nature, who doesn't have a heart to show off?

Besides, such a cool high-level combat skill really needs an equally domineering name.

Garona knows this and is very skilled at it.

Unfortunately, Blake hasn't learned yet.

There was no trace of contempt in the old orc assassin's heart. His attack was a killing move, which represented his caution. He also had enough confidence that the human in front of him would never be able to dodge this full-force surprise attack.

Indeed, under normal circumstances, this distance and this speed would leave Blake less than a second to react.

However, he also has his own "stunts".

"Ouch"

A strange roar rose from the human pirates.

The old orc had a bad premonition, but it was too late to jump into the shadows again.

He could only see a miniature version of the dragon rushing out from Blake's chest, spinning and hitting him.

A coldness instantly shattered the shadows surrounding the old assassin, like a layer of hoarfrost on his soul, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The body that should have fallen nimbly also became stiff.

To make matters worse, the lamb to be slaughtered below also tore off his disguise at this moment, tapped his toes, and disappeared from the spot, stepping into the shadows and appearing behind him before he landed.

The poison-coated blade fist and the thrash blade crisscrossed and brought up a wisp of black line. While slightly correcting their movements, they slashed at the old orc's neck with a shadow attack technique.

"clang"

Sparks intersected, and Blake felt the weapon hit something like a neck guard, and his movement was hindered, turning the cutting into a slash, and making the old orc fall faster.

The next moment, the two entangled figures fell to the ground.

The dagger and the blade fist went back and forth, sparking little sparks, and the dagger followed the feeling and stabbed the old orc in the eye, but the latter raised his elbow and deflected the attack.

In less than two seconds, the two of them attacked back and forth more than seven times.

No, seven times for Blake.

For old orcs, it should be at least ten times!

Blake could confirm that he had blocked at least three attacks, but at the point where the dagger touched the armor, he felt two extremely fast combos.

There is something wrong with the two daggers of this old orc! They are definitely high-level magic weapons with combo entries!

"puff"

Blood flashed under Black's black leather armor. A hole was punctured in the tough Mason Brotherhood armor, and the old orc's dagger left a wound on his waist and abdomen.

The moment the blood spurted out, Blake's waist completely lost feeling.

numbness.

The weapon is coated with poison...

But it shouldn't be a fatal poison, and it's different from the poison Black put on his weapon. In front of him, there were scratches on the old orc's neck.

Although the previous first assassination blow was blocked by the neck guard, it still cut open the skin. The blood ring toxin was destroying the old orc's body, which could be seen from the protruding veins on his neck.

In the burning flames of the camp, two assassins held weapons and looked at each other.

The old orc with the weird leather hat took a step back, and his figure quietly disappeared into the shadows.

Black inserted the Thrash Blade back into his waist, pulled out the Sparrow Pistol from his arms, put his finger on the trigger, and stood it at his side, with the Blade Fist in his other hand guarding his body.

The shadows around him had not subsided yet, and he was still unable to escape into stealth. The old orc felt this, so he planned to jump into the shadows and carry out another assassination.

Blake didn't notice him.

Therefore, he was confident that by breaking out of the shadow this time, he could take away Blake's life!

"call..."

The pirate moved cautiously in the fire, looking around with alert eyes. He seemed not to notice the old assassin who had returned to the shadows.

But the sniper skill is charging up.

One second, two seconds, until five seconds later, the moment when the charge is completed.

Black, who had been acting as if he was not aware of the old orc's whereabouts, blinked his eyes, rotated his wrist, and pointed the muzzle forward at the obvious and dazzling hunter's mark not far away.

Without hesitation, pull the trigger.

After five seconds of charging, the sniper combat skill proficiency is regarded as 1.

When the hunter's mark is applied, the proficiency of long-range combat skills is regarded as 1.

The current level of the sniper skill is proficiency. After proficiency level 2, the power of this sniper attack explodes, breaking through the master level and reaching the grandmaster level.

The most terrible thing is that the distance between the two is no more than five meters, they are almost face to face!

"Bazinga!!"

Amidst Black's weird cheers, the projectile flew out of the gun barrel and instantly hit the old orc who had a look of shock on his face and had just drank the antidote potion.

Blood burst out from his left arm.

It creates a penetrating blasting effect.

While breaking off his left hand, it also shattered his protective shadow.

"You are just an assassin, and I am not only an assassin, but also a ranger... After you show up once, in my eyes, you will be invisible."

The pirate took back the short gun that was still emitting smoke, inserted a special bullet, and raised his hand to shoot into the sky. A bright and dazzling flare lit up above his head, completely dispersing the surrounding shadows.

Black threw the short gun back into his bag, grabbed the Thrashing Blade, and performed a master-level military swordsmanship stance. In the light emanating from all around, he said to the old orc assassin who was staggering back:

"Sorry, this is not a fair fight. I did bully you a bit. But I think the power of shadow should not just let us hide in it and be cowards who seize the opportunity.

After breaking out of the shadow, the assassin's battle has just begun. Without the protection of the shadow, it does not mean that we have become weaker. When it is time to fight, we will not be weaker than the warriors who are eager for victory!

Come!
Chapter completed!