When the assassin stabbed this attack, the blanket suddenly flew up. But the assassin still stabbed forward. He clearly felt his blade passing through the blanket and stabbed something. With countless experiences in training, he thought he had stabbed the leg or hand of the prince of Ashu Rufate.

Maybe he should retreat immediately. But as the assassin, as a killing artist, should not retreat before ensuring that his work is completed. He retreated, while the daggers danced around, trying to block the opponent's counterattack. But Prince Ashu Rufate's attack came from a strange angle. The assassin was kicked out of balance by a sweeping leg. When he realized that he had underestimated his opponent, Prince Ashu Rufate had rushed up and twisted his right wrist holding the dagger.

But the assassin had at least one hundred experiences with this kind of scene. When the prince had no time to take further action, another dagger appeared in his left hand like a magic trick. The sharp blade slashed through the air, and the prince turned his head to avoid the attack, while his hand continued to twist his wrist. The wrist strength was so strong that the assassin was a little surprised. The prince was trying to directly twist his wrist.

But a dark elf assassin is not an opponent that can be overwhelmed by brute force. In fact, when a dark elf who is interested in this way enters the trial of the way of killing, they often encounter a classic test question: put a strong barbarian who believes in evil gods on the wilderness, give him a weapon, and then let an assassin apprentice chase him with a dagger, only one night. If an assassin cannot suppress brute force with his agility and skills, then his future and his life will end here - most assassin mentors think that this test question is very good and can quickly and effectively eliminate students who lack talent so that they do not have to waste time teaching a fool.

The assassin twisted his wrist cleverly. His hand slid in the opponent's palm like a slippery fish. Although he could not break free, the prince could not find a point of focus. The prince's wrist strength was amazing, but there was no place to use it in this case. At the same time, the dagger in his left hand attacked again and again, trying to stab something exactly.

When the assassin was surprised, the prince actually avoided every blow under such conditions. But perhaps it could not be sustained. The prince withdrew his hand, causing the assassin to break free with his right hand. The assassin retracted his slightly numb right hand, and he suddenly realized something was wrong.

After confronting each other for so long, the prince did not call for help? And this poison... It is true that due to physical factors, different people's resistance to toxins varies greatly. But the prince did not react at all... poisoning?

A brief shock caused a fatal result. The prince rushed over from the front, and the assassin attacked with two blades, while Prince Ashrufate actually held his hands with incredible agility and accuracy. The two bodies collided together. The prince gained the upper hand in the frontal impact with a more advantageous weight and pressed him to the ground.

In an instant, both sides were close to each other. The assassin was trying to use his physical skills to get rid of this disadvantage, but what he saw suddenly turned back to his heart that he had forgotten - even he thought he had completely disappeared. Prince Ash Rufat looked at him, but the expression on his face was smiling. A pair of sharp fangs stretched out from under the prince's lips.

"It's a shame to say goodbye to the first meeting." He heard this creature who was definitely not Yasuul and whispered with a smile.

"You..." The assassin even forgot his struggle in fear, "You are not Yasuul." He wanted to say this, but it was too late. He had tempered his art of killing as a hunter and countless experiences, but this time he became a prey. Before he could make more noises, he felt the unknown creature bit his throat, skin, muscles, and blood vessels violently tore open by his fangs.

Then he heard the sound of his blood gushing out of his body.

"There are assassins!" Someone shouted not far from the prince's tent. This was the patrol sentry who discovered the dead guards. Or to be specific, they found the spear thrown to the ground, and then followed the clues to find the hidden corpse. When any elves saw this corpse, they knew what was going on.

The leader realized that the situation was not good, so he rushed to the prince's living tent in three steps and lifted the curtain. Then he saw that the prince was standing in the middle of the tent with blood on his body. In a corner next to him, there was a body in a black stealth suit lying.

"Prince..." The captain was stunned.

"The Truzis sent an assassin to kill me." Prince Ashurufat glanced at the captain outside and replied calmly.

The effect of the "Assassin" shout just now was still fermenting, and more people were running towards this side. While the captain was checking the body, Ashu Rufate was surprised to see Kay rushing in through the curtain door of the tent, wearing armor. He remembered Kay should be in the wounded barracks, and her injuries were not allowed to wear armor.

"Prince, are you okay?" Kay asked anxiously.

"It's okay." Ashu Rufate replied. In his mind, he heard Carrie say in a chuckling voice, "not only is it okay, but it's better."

Kay picked up the dagger left by the assassin from the ground and put it in front of his nose to smell it. "It's poisonous!" She immediately concluded, then turned her head to look at the prince. "Prince, have you been injured?" "Not at all." Ash Rufate replied. "But my blanket is finished." He looked at the blanket with regret that the dagger of the assassin made many large holes. Even from a human perspective, this blanket cannot be used.

Kay walked over and flipped over the assassin's body. The assassin's fatal injury was on his throat and was torn open by something. This was not the effect of a sharp blade, because some parts were cut open, and some parts were violently torn apart, looking like they were bitten by a large beast. Kay felt that the weapon that caused this wound should be a flat stone of not too big and not too small, with sharp edges and irregular shapes. The only strange thing is that although it was a very serious injury, it did not seem that much blood was flowing out.

Prince Ashrufate's face and chest were also stained with a small amount of blood. Combined with the state of the assassin's corpse, one can imagine that the two sides had a close-fitting fight.

More soldiers arrived. But in fact, just like this situation, they had nothing to do. Kay ordered the assassin's body to be taken to the Shadow Warriors to identify, because there was a deep understanding between the Shadow Warriors and the Dark Elves' Assassin - and a deep hatred - perhaps they would know who the assassin's name was and where it came from.

The turmoil finally subsided. Soon, Ashu Rufate was left alone again.

"Carrie... don't I have to drink human blood?" Ashu Rufat asked whispered in his mind. His behavior just now was not so intentional, but rather an impulse that it was an uncontrollable impulse. He just did this subconsciously.

"This, master, it seems that your desire for blood comes from psychological factors," Carrie replied. "As long as you agree with it in your heart, there is no problem. In other words, any race, as long as you regard it as no difference from human nature in your heart, you can drink their blood and get psychological satisfaction."

"you mean……"

"Yes, master, I mean, it is impossible for you to drink some livestock blood to satisfy yourself. The blood of other races can satisfy you, but it must be a smart creature that you agree with in your heart and has no essential difference from humans. You cannot deceive yourself. If you want to kill a livestock, or hunt a wild beast, and try to drink their blood, it is meaningless."

"I understand what you mean." Ashu Rufate replied calmly.

"The best way is Fei's previous practice. If you have a complete harem and a dozen wives, you can live a good life without hurting anyone."

"It's already very troublesome for two." Ashu Rufate replied in his heart. He had heard many stories of aristocratic romantic with three wives and four concubines during his journey, including many affair, jealousy, favoritism, tricks, etc. It's good to listen to these things as stories. If they happen, it's not a happy thing. Ashu Rufate doesn't have the confidence to live with so many women.

"You underestimate your charm," Carrie's voice was laughing no matter how she heard it. "Actually, things weren't that bad. In fact, when Kalyan was in the past, Lord Qinxin had never lacked suitors. Has you noticed Kay?"

"Kay?"

"So far, it seems that Kay has wrapped herself tightly every time. Except for the first time, she has been wearing armor."

"What's strange about this?" Asu Rufate asked back. "Isn't it normal to wear armor in the army? As for whether it is strict or not... she is a woman." Finally, she was wearing armor when she appeared just now... This should be understood as her self-esteem and pride as a warrior.

"No, master. Hey, you are too gentle and tolerant to women. This is your advantage, but it is also a disadvantage. However, we currently lack information, so I cannot be sure of anything."

...

The witch clearly noticed the commotion inside the military camp. In the originally calm military camp, the fire suddenly began to increase, and quickly gathered towards a position. It seemed that the assassin's mistake caused the commotion.

A smooth assassination will not produce any unnecessary movement. For the assassins who regard killing as art, there is nothing unnecessary in a true perfect assassin. It was not until the morning of the next day that soldiers who knew nothing about everything would find that their commander had not stood up for a long time, and when they tried to wake him up, they found that the latter would never move. This is an art, a supreme realm that the assassins yearn for. In fact, in the eyes of the witches, the assassins are all freaks. They gave up their hatred for Yasuul and instead pursued illusory things like "art".

The witches have also heard of some assassins’ teachings. For example, “To be calm, there must be no turmoil in your heart” and “put aside hatred, your anxiety will betray you”. It’s simply nonsense. Every witch knows that only hatred can be the supreme power. If the assassin’s “art” does have its advantages for the dark elves, perhaps no one else needs to do it, the witches would uproot the assassin.

If the idiot hadn't died, he should have come back. The witch thought. The commotion in the military camp stopped and everything returned to its original state... Yasuols did not conduct a search, which only means one thing: the cowhide king died.
Chapter completed!