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  Two people silently made their way through the dark forest, heading towards Lucille's campsite on a hillside. They stopped to rest for a moment, and when the wind blew, Medanzo sniffed and whispered: "This is the smell of scorpion tail meat, they went hunting in the swamp during the day and came back at night to roast and eat it, their days are quite leisurely, not like they're in the middle of war at all, it's just like a picnic!"

  Amun suddenly turned around and asked solemnly, "In your heart, there has always been a surge of adventure and a yearning to create unknown miracles. This time we are absolutely on an adventure and will create a miracle, what do you think about it?"

  "Ah, Amun, you truly understand me! Bringing me here to carry out this task is perfectly in line with my nature! My blood is boiling with passion and longing, yet my heart remains calm and collected, waiting for your command."

  Amun nodded and said, "Before taking action, think about the possibility of failure and make preparations to deal with it. Once you really take action, all you can think about is how to succeed. If we really succeed this time, it will be an incredible adventure miracle. You personally witnessed, experienced, and completed all of this, and who knows, maybe it's the opportunity to break through to the seventh level achievement. I've said it before, this is a kind of spiritual power sublimation, which can only be understood but not expressed."

  Mei Danzuo nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Based on the results of your personal investigation over the past few days, there are about eighty guards around the king. How many do you think are masters?"

  Amun thought to himself, "To become a royal guard, one must at least be a mid-tier warrior. The equipment and weapons have strict regulations, they need to meet the ceremonial requirements, and are uniformly distributed, so it should be quite good, but mainly just for show."

  Mei Danzuo: "The Great Magician and the Great Warrior, how many do you think there are?"

  "Normally, it would be hard to say in the capital city, but now is a special situation. As far as I know, on the main battlefield, there are four 9th-level great mages from both sides, so all the elite experts must be on the front line and can't have too many people accompany the king to hunt here in this safe rear area. The main force of Enril's army has also been led away by us, it is impossible that there is no strong expert guarding the camp during the war, the captain of the royal guard team responsible for the king's camp must be a great warrior, and Luciel may have another great warrior as his escort, as for the great mage, there might be one, but not more than that, these forces are already quite strong."

  Mai Dianzuo subconsciously rubbed his shoulders and whispered: "Ah Meng Shen, can we handle it?"

  Ahmon: "We have come, and in any case we will face them. It is impossible for the two of us to win against them, but my goal is simply to take the king hostage. The King of Hatti will be our shield."

  After finishing speaking, Ah Meng inserted his staff into the ground and took out his divine bow, asking in a low voice: "Are you ready?"

  "Ready," Mei Danzuo replied in a low voice. "You can make your move." He drew his long sword and stepped out of the tree's shadow onto the slope under the starry sky, gazing up at the stars with his hand on his chest, muttering to himself: "Amon God bless me!"

  Amun smiled wryly: "Why are you calling out my name to the sky? I'm right behind you!"

  Mei Dangzuo also smiled: "Sorry, I'm used to it."

  In the midst of laughter, Ah Meng drew his bow and shot arrow after arrow into the night sky towards the king's camp. The vibrating bowstring and flying arrows made almost no sound, and no one could describe the eerie shooting technique. The first arrow left the string at a seemingly slow speed, but the subsequent arrows flew faster and faster. From the hillside to the camp, the arrows had to fly a certain distance, and Ah Meng shot out fifteen arrows in one breath, almost simultaneously hitting their targets.

  The king's guards would never have dreamed that someone would cross the lines and sneak into such a remote place, suddenly launching a silent attack on the king's camp. Who could be so bold?

  The king's residence appears to be heavily guarded, but the guards' mentality is quite lax, merely maintaining a routine vigilance. The night watch has strict regulations, the position of the sentry must meet the requirements, and each guard must be within the line of sight of at least two other guards, forming a cross-monitoring state to prevent being secretly approached and removed from duty. Once an unexpected situation occurs, the entire camp will quickly receive an alarm.

  Even the strictest regulations require people to enforce them, and if someone occasionally loses focus, looks at ants on the ground, gazes at stars in the sky, or turns their head to let out a sneeze, they will instantly leave the state of cross-monitoring. At this time, one of the guards is dazed, probably because he ate too much barbecue at night and couldn't help but let out a belch, handing over his shield and spear to one hand, rubbing his belly with one hand and looking down at it.

  At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, an arrow flew from the dark night and pierced through his breastplate into his heart, with the tail feathers still quivering. His eyes were wide open as if he had seen the most unbelievable thing in the world, staring at the half of the arrow shaft on his chest wanting to shout loudly, but not a sound came out.

  This arrow shot into his body, bringing with it a strange impact that shook him open. His entire body, including his throat, was unable to move, yet he didn't feel the wound was very painful. There was a tingling and numbness spreading, then his body became icy cold, and in the coldness, he gradually felt a burning sensation, unable to even move a little finger.

  The guard's hand relaxed involuntarily, and the spear and shield fell to the ground. The person also fell softly to the ground, and the helmet and weapon made a faint crashing sound. The sound did not come from this place alone, but almost simultaneously from each sentry post on this side of the camp, the sound of weapons falling to the ground and the guards falling to the ground was heard. Ah Mon's arrow was made of scorpion tail needle, which could take people's lives in an instant, and its strange power also made it impossible for people to cry out for help.

  However, the sound of the guardian falling, the collision of weapons and armor, Amunak couldn't control it. Such a big commotion must have startled other guards in the camp. Just listen to a loud shout: "There are assassins on the mountain! Protect the king, the guard follows me!" A warrior with disheveled hair rushed out without even wearing armor, bringing a group of guards.

  This man was Aruka, the captain of the royal guard at the temporary camp of the Hatty Kingdom and a seventh-level great warrior. He had received a reward from the king at the evening banquet and had drunk too much wine, so he was already asleep. Suddenly, he heard a noise, and the great sorceress Silvia, who was beside the king, also issued an alarm order in time. Without even putting on his armor, he picked up his long sword and rushed out with his guards. The soldiers had just lifted their heads to see Medanzo on the distant hillside when they heard a sharp whistling sound tearing through the night sky.

  Ah Mon stood behind Mai Dangzo, clearly visible in the high shadows. He knew that as soon as one of the fifteen guards fell to the ground, it would alarm the people inside and a guard leader or someone similar would rush out with his men. As soon as Aruka's shadow appeared, he shot an arrow of astonishing power.

  This time, it wasn't a poisonous arrow, but a heavy arrow forged by Magellan, with a silver-plated surface and inlaid with divine technique array patterns. Amun had once shot down a flying arrow in the military formation with one arrow, and this arrow was even more powerful than before, carrying a dazzling silver light like lightning. The arrow arrived in front of Aruka's eyes, and the soldiers on both sides only heard the sharp whistling sound that tore through the air afterwards.

  Aruka, being a great warrior, was on high alert as he charged out and reacted hastily. With a loud shout, he held his heavy sword in both hands and swung it down, unleashing a flash of light. The deafening sound was accompanied by a blinding silver glow that exploded outward, sending several nearby soldiers tumbling to the ground. Although Aruka blocked the arrow, his body was knocked flying backward, crashing into a tent and shouting out as he spat out a mouthful of blood foam before jumping back up again, clearly injured.

  Amon shot an arrow with all his might, and Aruka, who was caught off guard, suffered a significant loss. His figure immediately disappeared into the darkness, leaving only Medanzo standing proudly on the hillside. As Aruka flew backward and knocked over the tent, more soldiers rushed out of the camp, forming a formation and rushing towards the small mountain. Before they arrived, more than a dozen arrows shot towards Medanzo with a piercing sound.

  Mei Danzuo didn't dodge and swung his long sword as he rushed down the mountain slope, shouting loudly: "I am Mei Danzuo!"

  The arrows shot onto the scorpion's shell all trembled, and a piece of dark scales on the armor rippled open. The arrow branches fell to the ground one after another. The ordinary warriors' arrows did not have enough strength to penetrate the scorpion's protective shell, and the impact was also scattered by Meidansuo's rotating divine technique defense effect.

  With just a moment of stunned silence, he had already charged down the mountain slope like an arrow off the string. The guards opposite him were too late to throw their javelins and could only raise their weapons for close combat. The guards were all shocked in their hearts, this assassin was absolutely crazy, daring to launch a solo attack on the king's camp. His momentum was undoubtedly that of a great warrior, but no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't surpass the king's guards! Was this an assassination or seeking death?

  Mai Dangzuo didn't care about that, he just wanted to make a bigger commotion, the best effect being to attract the great wizard and another great warrior by the king's side, so as to cover up Amun's sudden action in the dark. His right hand wielded a long-handled heavy sword, with twisted space, scattered cracks, and explosive energy effects on the blade tip, while his left hand drew out a snake-tooth short blade, with soul-stirring terror howls between slashes.

  He charged into the enemy formation, and Maito took down seven or eight guardsmen. He had never been so mighty before. These people were mid-tier warriors, with decent weapons and armor, but Maito's short blade was too deadly, and the scorpion shell armor was too effective in defense. Moreover, he was not only a six-level warrior at his peak, but also possessed the peak magical power of a six-level magician.

  Mai Dang Zuo almost didn't charge into the camp, but the king's guards were not to be underestimated. After cutting down seven or eight people, he immediately shook his right hand and let out a shocking roar, knocking open a spear that had been shot from afar. He retreated half a step to parry the cross-attacks on both sides, and the big warrior Aruka, who had just been knocked flying, was already charging up with a battle axe.

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