Reborn as the Lord of Another World

Chapter 30

The person who was replaced only caught Brian's two swords, and the weapon was directly thrown away.

Rather than saying that they were members of the patrol team, they were more like a group of thugs. Brian thought angrily, what have these people done besides extortion and blackmail? He and Greyhound meticulously executed the tasks assigned by the lord, becoming outliers in the team.

But... it was precisely these losers, these scoundrels who were willing to harm the town in order to join the fortress, who killed Greyhound with extremely despicable means.

Unforgivable!

He swung his sword at the neck of his terrified opponent.

At this moment, a black shadow stabbed out from under the target, and in the blink of an eye, it approached Brian's heart. This blow was too covert, and when he noticed it, it was too late to block it.

In desperation, he kicked the ground hard, bounced back, and felt a stabbing pain in his chest.

After rolling twice, Brian stood up and immediately assumed a defensive posture. The sword attack just now only pierced his coat and skin, but fortunately he was not seriously injured. The key is the person who stabbed this sword! He remembers that no guy in the patrol team has such swordsmanship.

"Huh? You actually dodged it," the person pushed away the teammate who had lost his weapon and walked forward step by step.

By the firelight, Brian found that he didn't know the other person at all - he was not tall, but his hands were excessively long, and if they hung down, they could almost be level with his knees. His face also looked unfamiliar, and Brian swore he had never seen this face before.

"You're not from the patrol... Who are you?"

Although he didn't have much contact with the five people next door, he always recognized them. The guy in front of him obviously replaced one of them and sneaked into the castle with the team. It's not surprising that he didn't notice it when he was on his way in the middle of the night, but it's impossible for them not to notice it. Since they are not surprised by this, there is only one explanation: this guy was specially arranged by Scar.

You've already guessed the answer, why ask me? "He smiled indifferently," Anyway, you're going to die soon.

, he hurt me! "Fierce Scar said angrily," Viper, chop off his hands and feet quickly, I want to slowly drain his blood!

"Unfortunately, Mr. Hills, I must prioritize completing the task assigned by the Count."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guy known as the venomous snake rushed forward. His angle of attack was tricky and strange, and with his extremely long arm span, Brian was immediately trapped in a bitter battle, forced to retreat repeatedly, and could not find a chance to counterattack.

Brian was a little anxious. He had been fighting in the underground corridor for so long. The people above should have noticed, right?

Originally planned to avenge Greyhound with my own hands, now I just hope to hold on a little longer and wait for His Highness's personal guard knights to come and encircle these villains.

You seem to be expecting something, "the venomous snake suddenly paused its attack," I guess you want to wait for the prince's people to come and save you? Unfortunately, this kind of stone castle is different from the taverns and inns you usually see. Those wooden frame houses make the whole floor creak when someone is having fun. As long as you close the door here, even if you shout loudly, you won't hear any movement from above.

Brian was startled by the idea in the center, and the venomous snake was waiting for this opportunity. He maintained a posture of holding the sword downward to numb his opponent, and slightly raised his other hand, triggering the trigger of the crossbow hidden in his sleeve.

A crossbow arrow as long as his index finger shot out from the cuff. Brian only heard the gentle buzzing of the machine string, and the arrow had already entered his lungs.

The unbearable pain suddenly exploded in his chest. Brian threw his long sword at the venomous snake that pounced on him and turned around to run backwards. However, the blood oozing from his lungs quickly rushed into his trachea, making it difficult for him to breathe. Not far away, Brian stumbled over the threshold and fell heavily to the ground.

The venomous snake quickly caught up and wanted to kill the opponent, but was caught by the fierce scar.

Let me do it, "he gritted his teeth and said," I want this guy to know the consequences of stabbing me!

A hint of coldness flashed across the venomous snake's face, but it eventually stepped aside and said, "Be efficient and don't forget our important business."

Fierce Scar grabbed Brian's hair and growled at him, "Believe me, you will die a painful death."

Brian really wanted to spray a mouthful of blood on the other person's face, but all his strength drained away like flowing water. He knew he didn't have much time left to live. Regrets from the past surged up in his heart, such as his unfamiliar wife and his impossible dream of becoming a knight. But the most regrettable thing was... he couldn't avenge Greyhound.

Wait, what is that?

He blinked and saw a woman sitting on the box in front of him. Although her appearance was not very clear in the dim light, her exquisite figure indicated that she was undoubtedly a woman.

, is this an illusion... When he fell into this room, he didn't see anyone inside at all. Could it be that the gods in the sky heard his complaints and deliberately created a fantasy to comfort him?

Hey, you guys are fighting so much in someone else's territory, and you're planning to kill someone in front of me. I'm afraid it's not appropriate, right?

Brett only felt a tremble in his fierce scar hand and suddenly loosened his hair. There was a sound of weapons being unsheathed around him, and several stern shouts sounded at the same time, "Who are you!?"

Their reactions were too... Wait a minute, Brian thought vaguely. Could it be that what he saw was not an illusion?

"Of course I'm from here," the woman jumped from the barrel and bent over to dust off her robe. In the dim firelight, Brian saw a peculiar pattern embroidered on her robe - three parallel triangles, and a large eye set in the center. The outline of the eye reflected a little golden light in the firelight.

"What about you? Rats that snuck in from the gutter?" Her voice was clear and melodious, but without any emotion. This was unreasonable... No one should be so calm when they saw a murder scene.

The venomous snake also realized this, with a solemn expression, slowly circled to the side of the other party, and suddenly raised his sword to stab straight.

The woman didn't even turn her head and casually waved her hand. The venomous snake didn't even see her weapon, only feeling a gust of cold wind brushing over his body.

With a scream, Fierce Scar widened his eyes in disbelief. He saw the venomous snake rush up and quickly retreat, but the part where the sword was originally held was empty.

His arm, along with his sword, fell to the ground.

Fear suddenly gripped the throat of the fierce scar. Others may not know, but he knows the details of the venomous snake very well. "He is ruthless, cunning and dangerous." This is the evaluation of the Count for this person. People who can be selected and recruited by the Count are absolutely not to be underestimated in strength. Even Brian could not survive his attack for half an hour. But now, he was casually hit by a woman, and his entire arm was cut off.

"What are you still standing there for? Go and kill her!" The venomous snake shouted while holding the wound.

Brian, who had lost too much blood, began to blur his vision. He heard chaotic footsteps, weapon collisions, and... the muffled sound of a person falling to the ground. What happened? He struggled to roll his eyes and looked forward.

Then the patrol captain saw a scene that he couldn't understand.

The figure of the woman was like a ghost, wandering among the crowd, appearing and disappearing from time to time. Every attack would pierce through the enemy's vital points. Rather than fighting, it was more like dancing. He had never seen anyone wield a weapon of killing with such rhythm, with sword shadows fluttering up and down, drawing incredible trajectories. The people around were just a group of clumsy clowns in comparison. They fought back in vain, then fell down in vain... In the end, only she remained proudly independent in the field.

That was also the last sight Brian saw before losing consciousness.