295, Invisible Achievements

The mountain road ahead passed through a small open area between two passes, with cliffs and rocks on both sides, and thirty people were ambushed in the dense forest!

Twenty-four people were holding crossbows in their hands. The string had not been opened yet, but the arrow had already been put on. The black shaft and tail feather were not eye-catching in the shadow of the trees. A blue-blue luster appeared faintly on the cluster of arrows, as if they were fed a huge poison. This is a powerful crossbow that is prohibited by the people. The sound of the bow string is very small. The size of the crossbow arrow is not large, but it can shoot far and accurate!

The black crossbow was engraved with the pattern of the magic array. The powerful crossbow string needed a warrior with strong bloodline to pull it open. Twenty-four crossbowmen were ambushed on both sides of the mountain road, with twelve people on each side. Looking through the dense forest where Medanzo and Amon were, there was a man ambushing a high place across the road, holding a staff to look at the overall situation. The vague aura emitted was actually a great magician!

Among the crossbowmen, there was a warrior wearing a sword lurking there silently. The invisible power sensing was actually a great warrior. There were three priests among the assassins, two on this side of the road, and one on the opposite side.

Medanzo took a deep breath and said, "There are all divine crossbows, ambushing two complete teams, with a great magician commander, and two great warriors in addition to the order! What kind of formation is this? Even if I find them, it is impossible to subdue all of these assassins quietly."

Amon nodded: "They ambushed in a very good location. They can monitor each other's situation on both sides of the road. A great magician was on the center to guard the situation, two great warriors protected and supported, and three priests set up a formation to detect. Even if I took action, it would not be possible to solve them all in a silent manner. Someone would definitely be able to detect the movement and issue an alarm."

Medanzo frowned and said, "Did these people come to assassinate Aristotle? Isn't it a bit too exaggerated?"

Amon also frowned and said, "It doesn't take such a big battle to assassinate a person. You can escape with one blow and leave. The more assassins, the better. Look at this stance, what do they want to do?"

Medanzo whispered: "The killing must be for the purpose of killing people to silence people! They not only wanted to kill Mr. Aristotle, but also would not even leave a living place in the entire convoy, so that the mission would disappear completely on earth."

Amon nodded and said, "I heard that the guard led by Mr. Aristotle is also a total of twenty-four knights in two teams. The captain of the guard should be a great warrior. If the assassin's purpose is not only to assassinate a special envoy, but to make the delegation disappear and never return to the Kingdom of Macedonia, then this lineup is understandable."

Medanzo asked again: "Who would it be possible for the power of a state to send such an assassination team?"

Amon reminded: "Look at the dress of those warriors."

Medanzo was slightly stunned: "It's the Kibada costume! But I don't think these people look like Kibada warriors. The skin on the face of real Kibada warriors cannot be that thin, and there are traces of wearing several rings on their fingers. They are clearly deliberately dressed up as Kibadas."

Amon: "Well, you have good eyesight. So who do you think they will be, Potz?"

Medanzo said in confusion: "They clearly want to kill people to silence them, and at the same time they are prepared for the situation. If someone in the mission can escape and run back to report the news, then they will blame the Kibadas. But there is no need for the Poz people to do this. Killing a mission is meaningless. If the Yaren City-state truly ally with Macedonia, the death of the mission will arouse their greater hatred for the Poz people."

Amon asked meaningfully again: "Who do you think is the most likely to do this? The information is so accurate, and the ambush is so coincidental? Think about the most impossible place!"

Medanzo took another breath: "Can they be Yaren?"

Amon sighed regretfully: "I signed the covenant and regretted it when I turned around, but it was not easy to openly tear the covenant and was retaliated by Macedonia. What should I do? It seems that the only feasible way is to make this covenant never send to Macedonia, and let the mission disappear from this world, but it cannot let people know who did it."

Medanzo: "Will the Yarren people be so sinister?"

Amon: "Is this true? When you take down these assassins for interrogation, everything will be clear."

Medanzo quietly pulled out the key of fate: "Do you do it now?"

Amon shook his head and said, "Don't worry, you are also a general on the battlefield. Let me ask you, under what circumstances can we suppress them all silently? This kind of mutual warning formation is not easy to attack. Although they cannot be our opponents, if the time is wrong, it will mess up this place. They have not assassinated yet, and now they will be like we have a sneak attack."

Medanzo thought for a while and said, "No matter what situation the battle is, the time to choose should be the best for us. Then the best opportunity is that Aristotle's convoy enters the ambush circle. When they happen to take action, we will take action at the same time."

Amon nodded and said, "That's it. I'm responsible for the fifteen people, including the great magician over there. I'll leave the fifteen here to you. Once you take action, don't give them a chance to fight back, otherwise the crossbow arrows in the hands of those warriors will be troublesome, and shooting randomly may cause accidental injuries. As for Mr. Aristotle's safety, I'm responsible for it."

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Aristotle's convoy entered the mountain, with three carriages in total. The important supplies carried by the delegation were placed on the car, and the envoy's servants were accompanied by two teams of twenty-four knights. The guard captain Eisen was a great warrior. He should have been sitting in the first car, but after entering the mountain, he rode a horse and followed the second car, and the car was Aristotle.

After passing a pass, there was another pass in front of the two mountains. This was a small open area with deep mountains and lush forests on both sides. Aisen suddenly heard Aristotle's voice: "The terrain here is dangerous and a good place for ambush. The cavalry cannot see the situation in the dense forest and cannot rush in on horseback. The assassin ambushed in the forest but can shoot cold arrows. Asking everyone to be careful and pick up their shields."

At Eisen's order, the accompanying knight brought his helmet and picked up the shield. The cavalry equipped with shields to block the wave arrows and protect the key points when charging. However, when marching, they did not hold the heavy shield in their hands, but hung them on the horse's buttocks to fight. The same is true for heavy helmets. It is always uncomfortable to wear, and usually marching is hung on the horse's shoulders.

The guards were on guard, and Eisen asked in confusion: "Sir, do you think there will be someone who dares to assassinate? We have already signed an alliance with the Yalun people. It is not much meaning to make trouble now, right?"

Aristotle replied slowly, "Be careful, there is no fault. Although I called on the Yazun National Congress to pass the resolution to form an alliance, it was also because many people could not answer in public that I asked them about colluding with the Poz people and had to make such a decision. But I can see that those who are truly in power in the Yarren City are unwilling to surrender to Macedonia. Once I leave, someone will regret it. And I have also heard that the Poz messengers arrived at Yarren after I leave, which may put new pressure on the Yarren people to change their minds."

Aisen was surprised and said, "Does Yalun want to tear the covenant? This is too fast!"

Aristotle sighed: "They don't need to tear the covenant, they just need to pretend that this covenant has never been signed, so that our mission is missing.... This is just the worst speculation. The possibility of it happening is very small, but we cannot take it lightly."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a bird rising from the woods on the left, and suddenly murderous intent filled the air. Twelve black crossbow arrows shot out with a sharp sound of wind. Fortunately, the knights were on guard in their hands, and the crossbow arrows came in a stunning momentum, and even knocked out the shields to cracks. Some knights also fell off their horses. Some knights rode their horses to dodge, but the people dodged the horses but were shot down. The guard team was in a mess in an instant.

The attack did not only happen on the left side of the team, but chaos was just a concealment. Twelve feather arrows were shot in the mountains and forests on the right, silently as if wrapped in translucent light and shadow. In the blink of an eye, it was obvious that a great magician cast a spell to cooperate. The twelve arrows were shot at the carriage in the center of the team. Eisen beside the carriage and Aristotle in the carriage were both targets of attack.

The great warrior Eisen was also caught off guard, shouted and drew his sword and swung it out. He could only drive four feather arrows that attacked him, and one arrow shot at his horse, and the other seven arrows shot at the carriage were too late to stop it. At this moment, a light buzzing sound suddenly sounded, and a light blue protective cover appeared out of thin air, protecting the carriage and Eisen outside the carriage.

The crossbow arrow shot into the blue light, making a crisp cracking sound that seemed to break the ice layer. The magic shield was shattered, but the arrow was slowed down. Eisen's long sword emitted a ray of light and swept over with a strong wind, shooting down all twelve feather arrows.

He was already covered in cold sweat and shouted in a low voice: "Thank you for helping me, I wish you so brilliant in magic!" Then he shouted to the guards: "Dropping off the horse and forming a formation, raising a shield to shrink the formation, protecting me is important!"

In this dense forest in the mountains, there is no advantage in riding horses. The guards dismounted and raised their shields to surround Aristotle's carriage, holding weapons as if they were facing a great enemy. Judging from the crossbow arrows just now, the assassins he encountered were definitely extraordinary. The next one must be a thundering method, and no one knows how many enemies were lurking around.

However, something strange happened again. The assassins just shot the first round of crossbow arrows, and then they were silent and missed the best attack opportunity. They waited for Aristotle's guards to dismount and arrange their defensive formations, but never took action again.

Crossbow arrows like that can be fired in a fast and continuous manner. When the formation of the knights is in chaos, the continuous cold arrows are threatening and will definitely cause great casualties. What's more, there is a great magician who covers and cooperates, so why is there no movement?

Eisen said to himself nervously holding the sword in his hand, "What's going on?"

A man flew out from afar in the dense forest. The guards were about to launch a counterattack, but they saw the man falling to the ground with his teeth and claws, and then stopped moving. It was obvious that he was knocked out and threw out. Then someone in the other side of the dense forest was thrown out, one after another on the road, neatly placed. When the last person was thrown out, he still held a staff in his hand.

Eisen cried out in dismay: "That is Melin, the high priest of Yarren! Lord Aristotle, what you guessed is right. As expected, the Yarren people want to assassinate us!...Who? Which master helped?"

Aristotle had already picked up the curtain and walked out of the carriage, bowed to the front and said, "I wonder which god is it who blessed me, the unfortunate man?"

At this time, a man smiled and said, "Two old friends passed by and happened to see an assassin lurking on the side of the road to help you take it down. It is a blessing in disgrace to you that you did not lose anyone."

As he spoke, Amon walked out of the dense forest on the right, and Medanzo also came out from the left and followed behind him. Eisen was stunned. He didn't know these two people. Aristotle's expression was also surprised, but he was stunned and then returned to nature. He separated the guards and walked forward and saluted, "So it's you!"

When Amon was only fourteen years old, Aristotle met him in Duke. Later, Aristotle became General Eju to guard the Red Cape defense line, and Aristotle was also in the army. Now the sage has silver hair on his temples, while Amon is still in his early twenties. The appearance of Medanzo by his side has not changed much compared to that year, and Aristotle can recognize it at a glance.

Aristotle knew very well that there was a god standing in front of him, and the Lord God whom the Ages believed in today. At this time, he did not know what to call him.

Amon stepped forward and held Aristotle's arm and said, "Sir, you don't have to salute me. It has always been my wish to have the opportunity to repay you. You are also one of the most respected elders in my life!" At the same time, he said in his soul: "You don't have to think that I am a god. I am the retired general Eju, a child who grew up in Duke town. My name is Amon."

Without Amondo reminding me, Aristotle already understood what he meant. At this time, Eisen came over and asked, "Sir Aristotle, do you know these two heroes?"

Aristotle turned around and explained, "His name is Amon, I made friends when I was traveling on the Tianshu continent, and I also watched him grow up... As for the hero, Medanzo, who was once a general who could fight. They came to visit the Yaren Peninsula. They wanted to visit me, but happened to encounter this."

Amon? This young man seems to have the same name as the god of Eju! And the name of Medanzo, Eisen, the great warrior of Macedonia, has never heard of it.

Eisen also stepped forward to salute and thanked him, and was shocked. Every great master in the world is proud because they have magic that ordinary people can't imagine, but in front of Amon and Medanzo, Eisen could not be proud of it. These two people actually solved so many powerful assassins silently, and their methods were amazing!

Before Amon and Aristotle made their orders, Eisen stood aside honestly, and the other guards naturally did not dare to speak indiscriminately.

Amon asked Aristotle in a singular tone: "We have known each other for a long time. You saved me when I was fourteen years old. At that time, I was still a child who knew nothing. After I achieved great success, I had seen you. But until you took action to perform the magic, I never knew that your magic was so brilliant. You didn't even hold a staff just now. How did you do it?"

Aristotle stretched out a hand, opened his finger, and there was a blue water heart in his palm. He smiled at Amon and said, "Although I didn't hold a staff, I held this divine stone in my hand, and used it as an intermediary to perform the water element magic... Do you still remember? He is the gift you gave me in the Cape City State."

Before the assassins took action just now, Amon did not make any move to alarm them. After the crossbow arrows were shot, Amon used a very clever Qi element disturbance technique to slow down the speed and strength of the crossbow arrows in the air. Otherwise, those magic arrows would not have caused casualties.

When Aristotle's carriage was under key attack, Amon was also ready to stop the arrows, but Aristotle, who was sitting in the car, had already sacrificed a blue magic shield to help the great warrior Eisen block the arrows. This was beyond Amon's expectations. He did not know until this moment that Aristotle was also a master of magic. Seeing that he could instantly use magic tricks in his hand, he had at least eight levels of achievement.

Amon looked at the blue water and said to himself: "If someone told me that you are also a great magician, and I have never known you, you will not be surprised at all. But we have known you for many years and have never noticed that you know magical skills. Your achievements can even escape my eyes. This is a situation I have never encountered before. I would like to ask the mystery of it."

As the lord of heaven, Amon, one of the most accomplished gods on this continent, actually wanted to ask a mortal for advice. This was not modesty, but real advice. He encountered an unprecedented situation. No great magician in the world could escape Amon's eyes of the gods. Even if he could not judge how powerful the power is and how smart the means are, he could at least find traces from his breath.

But he never noticed that Aristotle knew magical skills, let alone that he was such a master of magic. The assassin in front of him had become a trivial matter, and this unexpected discovery was something Amon must understand.

Aristotle frowned slightly, but still smiled and replied, "You have never realized that I am a great master. There may be two reasons. One is that you respect me and will not snoop on me with divine detection techniques; and the other is that I may forget it myself."

Medanzo interrupted curiously: "What, you forgot yourself? What does this mean?"

Aristotle explained: "I have that magical power, but it is not what I want. I only regard myself as a person who spreads thoughts, and never uses magic to prove anything. I don't use it when I use it, nor do I treat myself as a magician at all. This is a real forgetting, and I won't even think of it."
Chapter completed!