The faceless man had quietly crossed the canal before the sun had completely set, copying it to the back of the mercenary camp.

Her real name was not the faceless, but the Afra, who had given her name to the Bishop of the Holy City of Helmes, meaning dust.She liked the name very much, because the dust was simple, and as long as it fell to the ground, she could no longer distinguish each other, just like herself.

It was only in the presence of Heather that Aphrah would restore her true form.

As a member of the tribunal, she helped the bishop deal with many depraved people, including witches who had defected from the church and secularly corrupted.He was sent to the royal capital to complete a key task: to transform a godly judge into a gray castle king.As for the capture of the fallen witch, but the idle activity of the band, she likes to imitate the witch who suffers punishment and torture, and then experiences it from beginning to end, sharing the suffering of the fallen so that she can feel more deeply the meaning of everything she has done, and it is also atonement for her to have the power of the devil.

The other's camp was cleverly set up, just in the bulge fields on the shore, where it was difficult to observe their whereabouts at low, and the witch flying in the sky made her afraid to get too close.Abra had to lurk in a farm warehouse until dark before moving.

When the night covered the earth, she unexpectedly noticed that the situation had changed.

The mercenaries had withdrawn from the dock area and all withdrew to the camp, and the idiots of the dream water actually raised the torch, and gathered together on the banks of the river as if they were telling the other party that someone was coming to attack the camp.Even if there are no flying witches, as long as the mercenary corps is not all blind, you can see at a glance that something is wrong.

Badly, she secretly said in her heart that if the other party judged that the rats were strong and there was no chance of winning, she would definitely retreat to the east.Although the night is very taboo to march, but escape from the death obviously can not care so much, each running things is good, and the encirclement at this moment even the shadow has not even the dream water has just occupied the dock, is still leaning on the shore of the few rafts slowly across the river.By the time they came up, I was afraid that the other side had already dispersed.It is impossible to let the rats chase the enemy at night, and where to go to find the damn witches?

Avra hurried in the direction of the camp, hoping to get mixed into the ranks before they retreated.

But when she arrived near the gathering place of the mercenaries, the scene in front of her was completely unexpected.

There are still people patrolling around the camp, the bonfire is very strong, the shadows come and go, seemingly orderly, and there is no chaos.

Did they not choose to withdraw?

After a closer look, Avra confirmed her judgment and at the same time there was a wave of joy in her heart.Although I do not know what the other party is due to what consideration, decided to stay here, rather than escape as soon as possible, but then the end is already doomed.She took a dagger from her waist and observed the movement of the sentinel, and moved toward the weakest position.

In addition to giving her meaning in her existence, Herss taught her the skills of fighting and assassination.The opponent is not an elite mercenary who has been through hundreds of battles, and can be seen from the sentinel arrangement.She took advantage of a mercenary to watch the other, from the corner of sight of the corner of the body quickly jumped behind him, one hand covered his mouth, the other hand stabbed the dagger into his neck.

After quietly killing the mercenaries, Aflaly held each other in one hand and placed it on her chest, showing the ability to deform, which was a process that could be long and short: when replacing the king, in order to ensure that she took effect for a long time, she almost exhausted all the magic in her body, and the conversion time lasted nearly half an hour.At this time, it did not need to be so laborious, and in the blink of an eye, she turned herself into a mercenary, although the effect could only last half a day, but it was enough for the assassination.

Before the patrol returned, she quickly pulled off the other party's clothes, put them on herself, and dragged the body into the wheat field.But in the face of the mercenary's weapons, she felt a little confused that it was an iron gun with a wooden handle, but the pole had no gun tips, but a small black hole.

What weapon is this?

She thought for half a day without an answer, and seeing that the patrol was about to pass through here, and Avra had to put it behind her back in memory, pretending to be seriously whistled.

As with countless previous assassinations, the patrol passed by her and did not find anything unusual.

Afra is not in a hurry to return to the camp to find the whereabouts of the witch, after all, the replacement technique can only simulate the shape, but can not read the mind, in case of acquaintances, it will be easy to show the horse and feet.By the time these people are in turmoil, freedom has countless mobile phones for her to choose.

As the moon hung high in the night sky, the idiots of the dream water finally crossed the canal and approached this side.And behind her whistles also sounded, and the patrol and sentinel began to withdraw to the camp her chance.

Following the crowd into the camp, Afra was surprised to find that the other side was far more than a hundred people, and they grew up in a circle, surrounded the entire small slope top, either crouched down, or stood, holding the strange weapon in his hand, and facing the enemy at one end of the hole.

She was too late to look closely, and while no one was watching, she stooped down into the nearest tent.

A moment later, there was a shout-out outside, and then it was interrupted by a more violent explosion.Avra was startled, and the noise was so intense that it hardly stopped at all.

What happened?She clung to the impulse to probe and look at the end, waiting quietly.

Over time, the camp became busy, with footsteps and orders everywhere, presumably adjusting the defensive force based on the number of attacks.What makes Avra anxious is why it took so long that they haven’t hit the top yet!

After a while, the sound of ping-pong ping-pong gradually thinned down, and she could no longer hear the rat's fight, which sank Avra's heart, so...Even if the number of mercenaries doubles, there are only two or three hundred people, and more than a thousand rats around the corner can not step on the top of the slope?

It was as if the opportunity was moving away from her.

Afra immediately broke out of the tent and went to the center of the camp until the battle was over, and when she counted the personnel, it was difficult for her to hide from everyone's eyes.This was not a well-prepared dive, and she was not at all familiar with the personnel and passwords of the mercenary corps, so it had to be decided quickly.

Bypassing the two tents, Affera slowly poked her head and looked into the center of the camp.There were four women sitting around the campfire, probably the witches mentioned in the intelligence.Although the number is not correct, but from the beginning this damned information is not accurate, and killing two and killing four is not much difference, any suspected degenerate should be tortured.When it is too late to torture, it should be killed in all, even if it is wrong, it is a necessary sacrifice.

She looked around, after planning the retreat route, got up from behind the tent, and pretended to walk to the bonfire.

As soon as she stepped into the open space in the middle, Avra felt a cold hard object against the back of her head.

“Don’t move,” said one of the women’s voices, “who are you?”(Unfinished.