Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1683 1655. Rat Assassin
Occasionally, transparent pieces of ice would float across the dark canal, colliding with Long Exeter's boat or the base of a building, making a dull but not loud sound.

The water is still very cold.

But the dozen or so dark figures seemed to have been waiting quietly in the river in front of the stairs of the Ensenada Palace for some time.

They waited for the moment when Isterad Tissen was closest, and then suddenly attacked!

The icy river water trickled down their clothes, which had become tight fitting, but the cold light of the blades remained sharp.

At the top of the marble staircase of the Ensenada Palace, the guards guarding the palace gate were suddenly startled, and then rushed down to the bottom of the stairs!
"The King! Protect the King!"

They ran and yelled.

In order to go faster, they almost wanted to roll down, but if they couldn't maintain a fighting posture and rolled down, they probably wouldn't be able to stop at all and would just roll down the stairs into the canal. Then they could only run!

This will take at least a minute.

And in one minute, so much can happen.

If a human has armor, whether it is chain mail or plate armor, facing the sword in the hands of ordinary people, even if he has no weapon and uses armor to resist, he can at least fight for two or three minutes, and basically only suffer minor injuries afterwards.

But if you don't have armor on, a knife will only take a few breaths to kill you.

And now, King Istrada of Kovir is only wearing a red velvet casual suit.

"Your Majesty!" Dijkstra's boat was just a short distance away from the marble steps, less than ten meters away.

Suddenly seeing an assassination attempt on Istrada happening in front of him, even though the spy leader had seen many such actions and even planned many of them, he still felt dizzy for a moment.

He shouted and the boatman was also confused.

Logically speaking, there was nothing Dijkstra could do at this point, and there was no need for him to do anything.

The boat had already moved forward ten meters. If the boat wanted to turn around or go back, it had to overcome inertia first. Even though it was only a dozen meters away, it would probably take the boat two or three minutes to go back.

And what's the point of going back?
Kovir's aid has been given. Since Istrade has already told Dijkstra so before, it means that the money and people are already in place, and they can go directly to the battlefield as long as he receives them.

Whether the king himself dies or not, help is already there.

As a spy chief, whether for profit, reason, or even his own safety, Dijkstra should have made an obvious decision at this time.

But he didn't do it.

"Pfft!"

The fat and strong body created an ugly wave on the surface of the canal in Long Exeter, where ice flakes were still floating!

Dijkstra felt that the moment he jumped into the water, the biting cold made his whole body feel as if it was on fire.

My muscles are cramping and my whole body is numb.

But he still struggled clumsily towards the shore more than ten meters away.

Why is this?

Dijkstra was asking himself this question.

Just because I could have a heart-to-heart talk with someone I hadn't seen in a long time?

Because after the assassination of King Vizimir, it's rare to find a king who doesn't see himself as an ambitious person who does dirty work to gain power?

Dijkstra himself didn't know, but that didn't stop him from trembling and cursing as he floundered on the marble steps.

The dozen or so black shadows that suddenly jumped out of the water were generally not very strong. The profession of assassin did not require being too strong.

At the moment when the water splashed, Istrard Tissen, who was facing the dozen assassins, might be the calmest person among all the people present.

Kovir's original royal family was undoubtedly of the same clan as the royal family of Redania.

But as time passed, the ancestor of the Thyssen family became a lower-class noble due to his military merits. Later, he made rapid progress and got along well with everyone, and only then was his bloodline integrated into the royal family, until now it has become a royal family.

Istrada inherited the excellent warrior bloodline of the Thyssen family. He is tall, handsome and strong.

Even though he was busy with government affairs and was already 56 years old, one could tell at a glance that he was agile and strong.

Although it is not known how and for how long these assassins were able to lurk in the river water at this temperature, their physical condition would definitely be affected by the low temperature.

Wet clothes not only weigh you down, but also causing several times the hindrance to your movements when wet clothes are wrapped around your body.

What is the most sensible and safe thing to do at this time?
--run!

Just run!

Istrada was strong, and even if he couldn't withstand the knife, he could always run up the stairs.

The guards at the top of the stairs were also rushing down. If he just ran, there was a high probability that nothing would happen to him.

Running away is a rational strategy. Istrada is indeed a man who is calm, rational and decisive in times of crisis.

But
When the King of Kovir turned around and saw his plain and ordinary queen, he lost his mind.

Zelika's face was pale, she was obviously frightened.

Although she believed in the Holy Book of Lebioda, she did not dare to read it in front of outsiders because she was afraid that the people would laugh at her. A woman like this would probably have a blank mind when facing an assassin.

The love between Istrada and his wife Zelica never died out during the decades of their marriage.

This has been proven time and again by spies from various countries, including Dijkstra.

And today, the king himself will make the final and greatest proof.

"Come behind me, Zelica!"

The short, fat queen, who was staggering, was protected behind him by the tall and handsome king without any explanation.

"Go, Zelica! Just keep going up! Watch your step and don't fall! Don't panic, don't fall, just keep going."

The assassins were all out of the water and standing on the marble stairs.

The king protected the queen with his back, facing the blade, and gave her calm instructions, but he himself did not intend to move away.

But he didn't leave. Zelika just kept screaming and crying unconsciously behind him, but refused to leave.

To be honest, with her legs and feet, there was no chance for her to leave.

Istrard Thyssen's calculations were wrong.

In his estimation, these assassins who jumped out of the water were entangled and entangled by their wet clothes. Their movements were at least 20% slower than normal, and their physical strength consumption was 50% greater!

But when these dark shadows stood on the steps, he saw that among the people who emerged from the dark river water, only three were wearing clothes.

The black color on the other ten or so short figures is hair!
"Kill! Kill them all!"

The ratmen's deformed mouths uttered incoherent shouts, and they moved very quickly while shouting.

There were a dozen giant water rats, with iron claws tied to their relatively small fleshy paws, shining with a sharp cold light!

They moved quickly. After all, they were elite ratmen selected from a group of more than 500 ratmen.

It's too late for anything.

The guards on the stairs didn't arrive in time, and Dijkstra, who was almost freezing in the water, couldn't make it either.

Istrade didn't have time to think about it anymore. He turned around and held his Zelica in his arms, then pushed her down and covered her with himself.

"That's it," the king thought. "They have to pierce through my body to hurt Zelika."

In just a dozen seconds, this was the only thought left in his mind.

But when he saw the blade approaching, and even smelled the damp stench of the water rats,
"bass!"

There was a sharp explosion that tore through the air! From the back of King Kovir, it passed by from the side!

The pulling wind was about to tear off the red velvet cape on his back!
An axe gun of a soldier on duty was projected out by some terrifying force!

The power was so fierce that it was almost like a crossbow mounted on the city wall!
The axe and spear that attacked from the side directly attacked the first four ratmen that surrounded Istrade, and it quickly tore off and smashed the waist of the first ratman.

The ratman was shot in the side by the axe, and the violent force caused its upper body to be torn apart from the lower body in a brutal state.

The smelly organs and the blood of the ratmen burst out like a bursting water balloon!

It bore the strongest impact, but the three ratmen on its side were not spared either.

The two ratmen were skewered together like skewers, but at least they were not torn apart.

The last one had one arm and half of its chest pierced by the axe due to a deviation in its stance, and then was torn off by the impact force which had not yet dissipated!

"Ah! Squeak!"

The rat-man screamed at the sudden outburst of bloodiness.

Istrade was still holding his wife down, not daring to let her get up. He could only turn his head to the side where the sharp explosion had just come from.

He saw three people and a cat, rushing towards here from the bottom edge of the wide and majestic marble staircase of the Ensenada Palace.

Lan of Cintra was still throwing. Beside him were a group of frightened guards on duty. The axe and spear in the leader's hand had just been snatched away.

It seemed as if he had chased the three of them and the cat to the stairs at the main entrance of the palace, and was immediately stunned by the assassination taking place in front of him.

Following Lan, the fluffy ball threw out its own Felynx boomerang.

Although Cohen is a demon hunter from the Griffin School and is good at sigils, he cannot control his sigils as well as Lann and condense them to the point where they can be used as a propulsion force for ammunition.

At this time, he raised his crossbow and shot a silver crossbow arrow.

Xier Tanshavier drew a flame between his hands and chanted a spell. Some ratmen began to spontaneously combust for unknown reasons.

Right now, this group of assassins are very close to the king. Except for those who are really confident in their own abilities, no one dares to use long-range attacks to rescue them.

Besides, guards on duty are generally not equipped with equipment such as crossbows and longbows.

(End of this chapter)