dmims Chapter 131 Owl
Chapter 131 Owl
Chapter 131 Owl
what is that? !
The white shadow was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, it had disappeared into the vast wind and snow, leaving only a pair of eyes that seemed to glow with a faint purple light, and it didn't even bring up any snowflakes. I broke out in a cold sweat, and felt the hairs all over my body stand on end.
At this moment, many things flooded into the mind of Li Jiao, who grew up in the Snow Country and was instilled with countless horror folklore by the older generation.
The faceless woman calling people's names in the snow, the beast of disaster calling disaster, and the monster with eyes in the shameful part that likes to be exposed to passers-by... At this moment, the brain of the inner corner is filled.
The huge fear that came from nowhere grabbed the inner corner tightly, making his hands and feet cold for a while, as if he had lost the ability to move... It was only when the miserable wailing of his subordinates sounded in his ears that he suddenly woke up. Prestige goes, "Keep Formation!"
To be able to grow step by step from a penniless little samurai to a confidant of the samurai general Mifune, what Rijiao relies on is not flattery and festival gifts, but a combat effectiveness comparable to a jonin and excellent command ability.
Encountering the enemy's attack on a snowy night with extremely poor visibility, what's worse is that he doesn't even know what the enemy looks like. In such a situation where danger is lurking and one step is wrong, it is necessary to keep the subordinates in formation. The error tolerance rate is also the lowest.
This is Lijiao's experience, not necessarily correct, but for him and his subordinates, this is the most suitable tactic for them.
——Before today, even before tracking Hirata Ningko, Rikaku thought so.
However, when he turned his head, he saw a scene that made his blood turn cold.
Of the ten subordinates he brought over, nine of them lay down in the snow without a sound before he became inexplicably frightened.
They died in different ways, some with blue faces and black blood oozing from the corner of their mouths; some had a smooth and huge gash in their throats.
Others were directly cut into two from the chest... and the corpse that chilled Lijiao the most, seemed to have been ripped off half of the head, revealing several pieces of blood between the red and white. A swirl-like texture.
And the last remaining subordinate...
"Captain! Save me! Save me!"
The desperate cries for help from his subordinates kept ringing in his ears, and Li Jiao desperately tried to find his location, but the voices seemed to come from all directions, mixed in the biting wind, making him unable to figure out the direction at all.
And the burning sensation coming from his eyes became more and more serious, Li Jiao had to squint his eyes, leaving only a gap, which also made it even more difficult for him to see.
"team leader--"
The cries for help stopped abruptly, and the air returned to silence, only the sound of the wind and the smell of blood gradually becoming stronger.
"Is the warrior commander of the Iron Kingdom only at this level?" A strong but old voice came from the darkness, with disappointment that could not be concealed, "I thought it was necessary to use some tricks, but it turned out that it was just a warrior general. Is it just strength?"
"who are you?"
After confirming that all ten of his subordinates had been killed, Hirata Ningzi also disappeared inexplicably, and he became a loner, Rijiao's emotions calmed down a lot. He blinked lightly, trying to reduce the pain of his eyes being burned, while holding his breath, Hope to identify the direction of the sound.
Unfortunately, this old voice was also the same as the cry for help from the last subordinate, covering it from all directions at the same time, making it impossible for Li Jiao to distinguish it.
"The identity of the old man is not what you need to care about...that is not important." The voice continued, "The important thing is that I will personally behead your head for my lord...Although my strength is not good, but with your strength status, and can barely take on the responsibility of 'precious collection'."
There seemed to be the sound of a blade being unsheathed in the air, Li Jiao finally heard it clearly this time, it was coming from the front left of him, because this sound was faster than the other sounds.
The difference is very small, but it can be distinguished here in the inner corner where I am concentrating on it.
"You want to kill me? Are you a samurai from the Hirata family? Or a hired ninja? In any case, the Hirata family and those nobles who consider themselves noble are doomed to be eliminated..." Lijiao maintained himself calmly actions, and said words in line with their own "position", hoping to make the other party less vigilant, "Working for them is not a good choice. If I were you..."
Li Jiao hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly heard the man laugh out loud.
"If you were me?" The man repeated the words in the inner corner, with an uncontrollable smile inside and out, "Let's forget it, the old man's matter... Hehe, you are not qualified to comment. "
The voice of the speech became clearer and clearer. In Lijiao's ear, the man's voice seemed to be amplified infinitely. He listened to the voice with all his attention, but deliberately ignored the content of the words.
At this time, the wind seemed to stop for a moment.
The time... has come!
The samurai's cheetah-like intuition instantly activated Lijiao's nerves, and he was suddenly refreshed. The Kunai hidden in his sleeve fell into his hand after a little flicking, and Lijiao suddenly rushed towards the front left, Kunai The sharp blade stabbed out regardless of...
"I have to say, while you may not realize it, in reality... you're still not out of the grip of 'fear'."
When that old voice sounded from behind, the dagger swung by Li Jiao pierced the empty space, and the inertia led him to rush forward for a certain distance. Before he was about to lose his balance, Li Jiao's body rolled over in an invisible way. At the same time that he stopped making any sluggish and unrestrained gestures, the Kunai in his palm had already quietly flew towards where the sound came from.
But still... didn't get any feedback.
Kunai seemed to have fallen into the deep sea, without even stirring up any waves.
"A samurai who likes to play with ninja things, huh?" The voice became really clear, without any cover, Rijiao endured the pain and forcibly opened his eyes, and saw a white figure.
Tall, burly, these are the first adjectives that popped up in Li Jiao's mind. The old man standing in front of him is probably a head taller than him, wearing plain civilian clothes, and the fur cape is as thick as his beard. is white.
The eyes are kind, not cloudy, but have a kind of childlike innocence.
"I haven't seen you..." After opening his eyes for a while, Li Jiao felt his eyeballs were about to burn, "You are not a warrior from the Iron Kingdom. Are you a foreigner?"
"Yes, the old man is not from the Iron Country...but it won't be long before he will." The old man smiled very kindly, and put his hand on the handle of the slender ninja knife behind him, "Get to know each other, The old man is... an owl."
Touch one day tomorrow
(End of this chapter)