Chapter 864 (1/2)
The battle of middle-aged assassins continues.
In this way, the white assassin walked into the crowd of the Knights of the temple.
But, like a mirage, he passed through the bodies of the Templars without even turning over any ripples.
The Knights of the temple also turned a blind eye to him. They were still roaring and roaring towards the middle-aged assassin who was besieged in the crowd.
But just as the figure of the white assassin passed by the middle-aged assassin
The middle-aged assassin seemed to see him.
The sight of the middle-aged assassin was hidden by the hood, but from his short stagnant movement and slightly confused expression, he clearly saw the white figure.
Doubt.
Confused.
At this time, he seemed to hear a word.
A lot of assassins, a lot of voices, said a paragraph together.
”When others blindly pursue the truth, remember -”
”everything is empty.”
”When others are bound by morality or law, remember --”
”everything is allowed.”
”We walk in the dark.”
”But plough in the light.”
”We are...”
”Assassin!”
This moment's hesitation made the middle-aged Assassin's defense appear fatal flaw. The paladin's heavy sword just cut at the weak point of his sleeve sword.
”Ding!”
A crisp sound, sleeve sword broken.
The middle-aged assassin fell to the ground because of his unsteady figure. The Knights of the temple immediately swarmed in, and the spears surrounded the middle-aged assassins.
The figure of the white assassin has disappeared completely.
The middle-aged assassin was taken to the high platform by the Knights of the temple, and the bareheaded commander with ferocious face put on a noose for him.
But at this time, the middle-aged assassin saw the figure of the white assassin again.
They are on different wooden platforms, but their movements are surprisingly consistent.
The Templars also looked in the direction of the white assassin, but there was nothing there.
In the moment when the noose is tightened, the middle-aged assassin turns around!
He slammed the commander's right face with his elbow, then swung the rope in the right direction and wrapped it around the commander's neck.
Jump!
”Squeak, squeak...”
The noose was tightened with a sour voice, but it was not the middle-aged assassin who was strangled by the noose, but the commander of the Knights Templar on the wooden platform.
The guard nearby quickly cut off the rope to save his commander, but the middle-aged assassin has drifted down and recovered his freedom.
The middle-aged assassin stood up, calmly put on his hood and walked towards the camera.
As soon as the screen was dark, a huge logo appeared on the screen.
Assassin's creed!
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