The dizziness time seems to be very long and short, and the memory in front of the black short-haired girl is distributed in fragments.

Memories are scattered like broken glass, there is the hustle and bustle of pushing the boss with the game guild, and there is also the sadness of a thin figure wielding a dagger at a wooden stake alone after the sunset.

At the end of many fragments, there is a middle-aged man patiently wrapping himself up. In front of people, he covered his face with a red scarf and had slightly messy long hair. He was the legendary devil who stopped children from crying at night, but behind people, he was just a poor man who was with his daughter.

"Quick! Hide in, I'll take care of these mice!" The middle-aged man let the girl hide in the closet, and hurriedly picked up a weapon to face the swarming foreign enemies.

His skills are extremely vigorous, even if he is caught off guard, he can still face the siege of dozens of people with ease.

Dancing on the tip of the knife, like playing musical notes, played a dirge called death amidst blood and wailing.

The dagger is the strings, the long knife is the keys, and all the furnishings in the room are his pedals.

Anything can be used and turned into a weapon for killing.

Taking one step and counting one step is an ordinary person, taking one step and counting three steps is a genius, a middle-aged man can take one step and counting ten steps, only when the enemy's throat encounters the dagger that has been waiting for a long time, will he realize that the opponent has already started to arrange this killing situation , and every clumsy resistance I make will only bring me closer to death and more dangerous.

After all, there are only a few assassins who can escape the murder. Several assassins did not understand at the moment of death, how could they be so stupid, how could they be so comfortably stabbed to death by the opponent's dagger.

Enemies from outside kept pouring in, and the small, even shabby living room was covered with corpses.

The enemy seemed to realize that skill could not gain the upper hand, and they began to use their superior numbers to kill.

"The rats in Stormwind City, just because you want to kill me?" The middle-aged man's roar was accompanied by fierce killing moves, circling among the enemies like a whirlwind.

Blood was flowing on the ground. The girl hid in the closet and watched the killing. Her young heart was greatly shocked. She couldn't understand why these strangers broke into her home to kill her father.

She felt dizzy even more, and some strange memories seemed to pop up in her head suddenly. When she shook her head slightly, she didn't notice at all. Xiaotan, she accidentally stepped on it.

Her body suddenly lost her balance, she staggered and fell out of the closet, and the girl was directly exposed to the assassins.

One of the assassins didn't even look at it, and threw the dagger in his hand at a distance of several meters. The sharp dagger drew an arc, and passed quickly between the girl's neck.

"I'm going to kill you!" The eye sockets of the middle-aged man who was proficient in assassination seemed to be split open. He was very aware of the power of this blow, and even more understood the result of this blow.

Seeing his daughter clutching her neck and falling helplessly in a pool of blood, the middle-aged man could no longer keep his composure. He gave up that second-to-peak skill, and like a berserker, daggers and long knives danced wildly, besieging his three The strongest assassin was cut into a corpse in an instant.

"kill him!"

"Kill him! Let's all go, let's go together!"

The enemy no longer played any tricks, only knew to stab him with a sword.

Elegance no longer existed, and his footsteps no longer moved. The middle-aged man traded injuries for injuries. Relying on the anger in his heart, he beheaded all the enemies.

At this time, he unexpectedly discovered that the girl's injuries had healed. He didn't know what the mystery was. His mind was gradually blurring, and he only had time to shout in front of his daughter and many supporters: "Tell those lackeys of Stormwind! His actions are just!"

The original owner died on the spot, her future and her past were replaced, and the traverser occupied and healed this new body.

Even though three days had passed, the roar of that middle-aged man was still lingering in Vanessa Van Cleef's ears.

Edwin Van Cleef, this middle-aged man who was jokingly called Da Fan in his previous life died in front of him, it's ironic to think about it.

A despicable assassination, Stormwind City's elite assassins came out, using the traitor's advice and some luck, to complete an ugly mission of bullying the few.

The uncomplicated misunderstanding between the two parties was ignored by the nobles. Obviously, the conspiracy could be exposed through dialogue, but the nobles adopted the most drastic and perhaps the simplest method in their minds to deal with the problem. Misunderstandings turned into misunderstandings, and misunderstandings turned into hostility. Now The hostility turned into a blood feud.

Twenty-five assassins were killed on the spot, and the predecessor's father, the leader of the Defias Brotherhood, Edwin Van Cleef was also stabbed several times, and fell in a pool of blood full of grief and indignation.

As the most powerful assassin trained by SI7 in Stormwind City, Da Fan's skill is enough to crush a group of attackers. After he defected from Stormwind City and raised the flag of rebellion, similar assassinations happened from time to time. UU Reading www.uukanshu. com Originally, these assassins were not the first batch, nor should they be the last batch, but Vanessa's accident changed everything.

She has nothing to do with Edwin Van Cleef. In her previous life, she also posted a lot of posts on the Internet exposing Edwin Van Cleef's ugly face.

He is pitiful, but he is also hateful. He is not a good person in the traditional sense. People who want him to die can line up from Westfall to Stormwind City. Among these people are not only nobles, but most of them are commoners. They don't understand the grievances and grievances between Edwin Van Cleef and the nobles. They only know that this group of people destroyed their lives, made them leave their homes, and separated their wives.

If it is said that Edwin VanCleef has grievances and wants to avenge Stormwind City, then to whom should these civilians complain about their grievances?

This guy is not a good person, even his anger, resentment, and violent killing of the assassins in the end were for that girl, not her.

But this body still can't mind this blood feud, and let her shake hands with the assassin and those nobles to make peace, as if nothing happened? Sorry, I can't do it, this is the only obsession in my body, I must at least avenge him, let those fat-headed nobles hear my voice, for Edwin Van Cleef, a respectable, sad and hateful middle-aged man The man puts a full stop.

Putting on the badly damaged leather armor with a little blood, and picking up the one-handed sword called Cruel Barb, she tied the cloak in front of the mirror, and took care of her short black hair.

There was still immaturity on her beautiful face, and the aftertaste of the assassination seemed to be visible between her eyes. She raised the collar of her leather armor to block the scratched but healed neck, and pushed open the door with one hand. .

Edwin VanCleef's daughter may be gone, but Vanessa VanCleef is.