Assassin’s Adventure

The Governor's Mansion is always so magnificent. In any age, there are many skilled craftsmen who contribute their wisdom to the construction of this world. The exquisite and warm rooms are full of civilization and elegance, isolating all barbarism and poverty.

For the governor, the war in the royal fortress was just to punish some inexperienced pirates, but he didn't expect this to happen.

"Those bugs directly pump people into empty shells... We can't resist, the muskets are useless, and we have already killed fifty-two people."

The soldier standing in the hall tried his best to describe what he had experienced, but he couldn't contain his trembling legs, and he was now in the hall wet, at a loss.

The attack was too sudden. No one had ever experienced such a war. No, it should be said that it was a one-sided massacre. They had no way to resist.

"Calm down, soldier, how is the situation in the fortress now?"

Although the Governor was a little flustered at the moment, he still had to appease his subordinates and calm them down.

The idea of ​​escaping flashed through his mind, but it was thrown out in an instant. They had no way to escape at all, and they were nothing when they left here, so they went back to their family and was laughed at by others?

"The fortress is still in our hands, and the bugs are gone for the time being, but we're not sure if they will come back..."

The soldier seemed to be infected by the Governor, and he really calmed down a lot, and told the whole situation when he left.

"What do you think that is?" asked the Governor.

"I don't know, it was a demon, a witch, or something cursed..."

"Stop! That's nothing, it's not a demon, just some **** bugs, pass my order, everyone enters the fortress and stands by, find all the fuel, and set fire to defense!"

The soldier was dumbfounded. He thought he had not made it clear to the somewhat deaf governor: "Sir, those things can directly drain people..."

"Follow orders soldiers, that's bugs."

Bliss, who came out of the living room, heard all the conversations outside, and saw that the soldiers who wanted to refute opened their mouths to stop them. The fortress cannot be lost. No matter what excuses are used, all soldiers must stay there.

"Yes, sir……"

The soldier finally understood something, swallowed all the words, and walked into the rain with a look of depression.

"Witch!"

After the soldiers left, the scene was very quiet. Brisbane said these two words. Stabilizing the soldiers was one aspect, but everyone present knew that those things were definitely not bugs.

"I once saw this scene in a missionary's travelogue - black clouds spread death, they roared and screamed in the air, swept the earth, the black death was spreading, and the land was soaked by innocent people blood."

Brisbane's voice was still full of emotion, and it seemed that the bone-deep scene was directly imprinted into the brains of the people around him, making people shudder.

The Governor's face was ugly, and his original determination to resist collapsed almost instantly.

"It's...it's terrible, we have to figure out a way to get out!"

"We can't give up this land. The witches have plundered for centuries, but the masters of this world are still us. Find the priest..."

A few centuries ago, the earth was still full of ghosts, curses, and gods, but only a hundred years later, almost all the witches who ravaged the European continent were caught and burned to death, and the goddess of the sea was sealed in the hands of pirates. The violent sea has been tamed, so-called demons and gods have disappeared, and the world has finally fallen into the hands of humans.

Everything has a weakness, and this is the most useful truth that humanity has learned in its long-standing confrontation with these extraordinary creatures.

Of course, the Templars also mastered a lot of ancient technology left over, and they were specially designed for these extraordinary creatures, which they called relics.

The holy artifact is divided into different classes according to different abilities and strengths, and the most important one is apples.

The Templars have long absorbed the rich and powerful, and Brees couldn't resist the temptation to use the power of the Templars to revive his family.

Almost every city has churches, humble or glorious, that preach the Templar theories and believe in the real gods - what the Templars represent, not the false gods.

It also absorbs fresh blood, and of course it also works part-time in intelligence collection. They are the most basic structure of the entire organization.

Bliss has not joined this organization for a long time, probably two years before he established a firm foothold in the Royal Fortress, but he did gain considerable benefits. The force pushed through quickly.

They want to occupy more overseas colonies, and Brisbane is cultivating it as an important seed, so he has access to a lot of internal intelligence and top-secret information, such as extraordinary creatures.

Hundreds of years have passed, with the development of science and technology, the concealment of extraordinary power has led to the decline of theocracy. People seem to think that those things recorded in documents and murals are just legends~www.wuxiaspot.com~ are just ancients imagination, fear of nature.

The truth is always in the hands of the few, and the majority do not even know it exists.

With the development of navigation, many holy artifacts have begun to enter every corner of the world, and one of them exists in the Royal Fortress Port.

The waiting time was undoubtedly long. Bryce and the Governor sat down again in the living room. The maids helped the lady back to the room. There was only the sound of candles burning in the entire living room.

About ten minutes later, someone hurried in with the pastor.

"The Governor, and Mr. Brees, don't know what to do."

Brisbane carefully looked at the pastor in front of him. He was really too young. He might have just turned 20 years old. Although age does not indicate his ability, it can indicate how much knowledge he has.

The young man in front of him was very calm. Although there were traces of being wet by rain, he looked neat and tidy. Of course, Bliss was very satisfied with the ring symbolizing the Templars on his hand.

"Your name?"

"Bane, sir."

"Pastor Baine, I need to know everything about witches and the Hallows..."

At this time, Captain Gordon was still in the carriage with Bonnet, and the complete asymmetry of information made him unaware of what happened.

The flat carriage without the slightest shock bumped violently on the muddy and rugged mountain road, and finally, on a somewhat steep downhill road, the wheels of the carriage ran over the stones.

Under the stunned expression of Captain Gordon, he followed the plank and flew out directly. The final scene stayed with Bonnet being dragged behind the horse by the rope, and there were wheels that rolled faster than the horse.

"I curse you!"

Captain Gordon shouted, facing the unreliable coachman whom he had forcibly tied up.