The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Three seconds.

There were four guards standing three seconds ago, and now only Zelin is left.

Thousandth 279 chapters Sulaiman

Zelin squatted on the ground, panting lightly.

"I told you, you are too reluctant to do this."

He felt as if countless gears were spinning in his stomach. He didn't know how to describe it. The short-distance teleportation just now added up to less than a hundred meters, but to him, it seemed that he was running again after several kilometers. Swim half a mile in the cold water. There seemed to be something wrong with his perception, the unbearable cold and heat alternated, and he vaguely remembered that he had encountered such a situation before, when he injected a new mutant into himself.

"Don't worry, it's just the first time I'm not used to it." He wiped his forehead, sweat stained his leather gloves. "I didn’t expect it to bring such a huge consumption, but it’s really useful, isn’t it? At my own speed, I can’t run a distance of 100 meters in three seconds when I need to turn. We have to knock down four enemies."

The result was much better than he expected.

He originally thought that being able to kill three enemies at the same time was a good result. He had already prepared three throwing knives around his waist. Once his actions went wrong, he could immediately make up for his mistakes. There was indeed a slight deviation in the action, but it was not what he expected.

"You guy, even if you are about to die, you will say don't worry."

There was a hint of anger in the elf's voice. "Your body is not ready at all. I thought you would drink the potion. This can at least increase your resistance to Chaos Magic."

"And this will greatly reduce the effect of your spells." The cool wind and the strong mental endurance of the demon hunter made him quickly return to normal. It has only been more than twenty seconds since he launched the attack. The guest below has just After speaking, he took a sip of wine to moisturize his throat.

"Um..." Francesca let out a snort of dissatisfaction. "I hope you know a little bit."

The banquet continued as usual, Zelin walked to the edge of the palace, slightly squinted, and stared at Tariq who was walking along the garden stone road towards the corridor towards the palace. Demon hunters of course know what kind of harm Francesca’s magic may bring. This is the same as spiritism. When magic is applied to the target, the target will bear a lot of physical and mental pressure, just like Harmawi’s blue dream can allow a short period of time to peek into the memory of the deceased before his death, but ordinary people will undoubtedly die in the dream, but even if the demon hunter acts as the bearer, they must drink it. A potion that enhances the function of the heart and the strength of the blood vessels to ensure that one can survive.

Perhaps this was just one of many teleportation issues for Francesca, a field experiment, but it was not the case for Zelin. If he can adapt to this feeling, make his body as tough as possible under the impact of chaotic energy, and can withstand more magic from foreign mages, maybe one day, when he can fight the enemy in another world , Can always receive spell support from the other side, just like now. If he was able to have such long-range spell support when fighting the orcs in Long Lake Town, whether it was the initial invasion or the later Battle of the Lonely Mountain, he would have more options to end that war.

Of course, the premise is that he won't be panting and tired because of one or two spells.

In my mind, he estimated the distance that Tariq could launch an attack. This world is not so dangerous for the Demon Hunter, this is the best place for him to experiment.

This is not only Francesca's experiment, but also Tazerin's experiment.

Suddenly, he heard a harsh noise and screams in his ears, and then the sound of the plank breaking. The sound shocked the entire body of the Sudanese soldiers standing guard nearby. They immediately squeezed their weapons and rushed to the direction of the sound --- the hall inside the venue. Tariq also noticed the abnormal sound. He drew his saber, pointed at the nearby soldiers, ordered them to check what happened immediately, and spared no effort to protect important personnel.

Zelin did not go to the skylight on the other side to check what happened in the palace below. He believed that Ezio and Yusuf could handle it. Moreover, the opportunity is fleeting.

In the corridor where Tariq was located, the five Sudanese soldiers ran towards the palace immediately, and the leader of the soldiers followed behind with a machete. As he walked closer to the inside of the corridor, Zelin suddenly jumped from above the palace. When he came down, Tariq heard the sound of the wind, but he did not have time to escape. He was kicked hard in the chest, flew backwards, and slid out on the lawn for several meters before stopping.

Zelin ran over in two steps, Tariq grabbed the handle of the knife, but then was kicked again, the scimitar flew out, drew an arc in mid-air, and fell into the nearby bushes.

The demon hunter grabbed Tariq's helmet with both hands, forcing him to raise his head. The slender vertical pupil stared directly at the light brown eyes under the helmet. The fierceness in the latter's eyes was instantly replaced by blankness. He was the commander of the army, but he was still an ordinary person. Yaxie Fayin blocked the yelling in his mouth.

In the palace, five men fell to the ground. One of them was wearing the uniform of the Sudanese army with a dagger stuck in his chest. The other was a Serbian whose abdomen was stabbed by a broken spruce tree. There are also three corpses that were chopped down to the ground, but it is already difficult for others to judge what is on their corpses. The chaos in the venue also appeared to be orderly. The guests were quickly pushed to the edge of the palace under the control of the Sudanese soldiers who rushed in. There were also four assassins holding machetes and short swords who were retreating under the siege of the personal soldiers. Unfortunately, as more and more guards poured in, the four Templar knights were chopped to the ground one after another. The soldiers slashed at them more than once to make sure that they were actually killed, instead of pretending to be dead in order to violently attack them again.

A young man dressed in a white silk robe and a diamond pin on his headscarf was surrounded by soldiers to prevent anyone from approaching. Ezio and Yousef were also surrounded. Apparently they did it when the killer appeared. Ezio still held a lute that broke during the battle. The Sudanese soldiers yelled at the two assassins and told them to immediately throw away their weapons and raise their hands to surrender, but the young men protected by them stopped the soldiers.

"Stop, I'm sure their purpose is to protect me, not to kill me." The young man's voice was calm, his upper lip had a small, well-groomed beard, and he waved to the other guards. Signaled that they could get out of the way.

The other guests in the neighborhood relaxed, everyone knew who this young man was—Prince Suleiman, the son of Prince Selim, the eldest son of the Sultan, and the eldest grandson of the Sultan. Ezio used the lute to kill the killer closest to the prince the first time the assassin appeared. Now it seems that the prince is going to praise this person.

Ezio also sighed lightly, realizing that he had actually known the famous prince in the past. When he took a boat from Latakia port in Syria to Constantinople, he met an Ottoman young man who claimed to be a traveling student on the boat. Who would have thought that this young man was the most famous prince in the empire? Ezio couldn't help sighing with his good luck. The past meeting was used as a buffer, making the formal meeting now much easier. The assassin tutor now understands a little bit why his friend always wishes good luck on his side.

Sometimes luck can bring advantages that other aspects cannot make up.

"It's really nice to meet again, chic bard." Prince Suleiman greeted Ezio politely in Italian. "My pronunciation is correct this time?"

"Yes, your pronunciation is completely correct."

Sulaiman and Ezio’s familiarity surprised Yousef, but this is in a good direction, so he winked at other places, and the assassins who were ready to rush out to help cover dispersed one after another. .

"I heard that you are also the governor of Crimea as a prince. So, is there any rudeness here?"

"Of course, that is that we haven't officially introduced each other." Suleiman nodded slightly. "Under Suleiman Osman."

"Ezio Auditore."

"Ezio, please allow me to deal with the matter here first, and then we will talk about the follow-up issues."

"Please, Your Highness."

The first thousand two hundred and eighty chapters of bluff

After the fighting ended, the Sudanese soldiers quickly dragged the killed killer away from the venue.

A soldier decorated with pale white stripes on his armor trot over, seeming to be a captain, and he paid tribute to Suleiman

"His Royal Highness, your uncle has ordered that we must keep you safe."

"Where is he?"

"He is waiting for you outside the venue."

Suleiman snorted. He was very young and not tall, but the tall and sturdy Sudanese soldiers looked like a child who had participated in a large-scale event for the first time and was so nervous that he was overwhelmed.

"Please tell him, thanks to the bard from Italy, I am intact now, but-don't think I will thank you, you, the Sudanese soldiers, and dare to call the elite guard! I am a prince. In the most heavily guarded Topkapi Palace, you actually need an outsider to clean up the mess for you! Where is your captain!"

"Captain Tariq...he has official duties." Suleiman sneered, seemingly angry because of the perfunctory attitude of the Sudanese soldiers. Everyone knows that this is an excuse when an emergency occurs. Whether he is really on official business by Tariq, or the Sudanese army does not know where their captain is, and gives a vague attitude, what he wants is the result.

"Enough! Do you want to continue to show how amateurs you are in front of outsiders?!"

The guard was silent under the reprimand of Prince Suleiman, like a dead tree in a storm, as if it were about to be blown to the ground in the next moment. "Clean up the body, send the guests back safely, and tell your captain that I will investigate his dereliction of duty in this matter!"

Suleiman waved his hand, and the Sudanese soldiers immediately breathed a sigh of relief. This party will inevitably not go on. Many people have expressions of regret. Such a party is a good time to make friends with different people. None of the guests who can be invited to Topkapi Palace are ordinary people. But for the assassins, their task of this evening party has been completed, in fact, they still exceeded the task.

"Do you know where our friend is?" Yusuf whispered to Ezio, taking advantage of the sound of people walking and the command to drag the corpse. Their mission goal has been achieved, there is no danger, but until now, their ally who said they wanted to hide in the dark has not shown up.

"I don't know, but he must still be in the palace." Ezio shook his head slightly. "Trust him, our friend can handle any emergencies. Maybe he has evacuated Topkapi Palace after seeing what is happening in the venue, waiting for us outside the palace wall."

People successively left under the protection of the pro-army. Suleiman had one hand in front of him and the other hand behind him. After watching the crowd almost left, he turned to Ezio. "This kind of thing happened," It's really... embarrassing. I don't want to meet people on such occasions. The Sudanese soldiers should be the guardians of Sudan."

"Aren't they?"

"It seems that it should not be." There was a pause in Suleiman's words. He pursed his mouth and looked at the guards who were dragging the corpse away. The palace can still be used as usual on the second day. "Uh, Ezio, although I don't want to take up your time, there are some things I need your advice, some very important things."

"No problem, Your Highness, but please give me some time, I need to change this outfit."

"Very well, I also have some things to arrange. When you are ready, wait for me in the conference room next to this palace. My attendant will be responsible for protecting you."

The party ended hastily, but it will surely become a matter of private discussion among wealthy businessmen and upstarts worth participating. At a banquet that invited many dignitaries of the empire to participate, the prince was publicly assassinated. It is difficult to say whether this means that something major is about to happen in the empire, so that the people hiding in the dark decide to take this most radical approach.

The aftermath of the banquet is not over, in fact, it has just begun. But for Zelin, his plan has just begun.

"You will be hanged on the square in front of the heroes for treason! No matter what you plan to ask me, I will tell you nothing! You maggot hiding in the shadows, you will die miserably!"