first wizarding world war.

Chapter 77 Leopard Hunt
The martial arts learned by the orc assassins include many fierce killing moves such as high leaps and pounces.

While in mid-air, at a critical moment of life and death, he sensed the crisis, flipped his body, and, against all odds, changed direction in mid-air. The magic-destroying armor-piercing bomb flew past his shoulder and shot into the distance.

Before the brown-haired, grey-eyed assassin could rejoice, he felt a pain in his waist and ribs, and blood gushed out.

Charlotte succeeded in her move, but before she could further expand her victory, the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin suddenly broke free from Blood Rose's blade, let out a long, shrill howl, and suddenly increased his speed, fleeing towards the outer city area.

Charlotte communicated with the three clever kittens. After all, the three little ones were born not long ago. After they fired a shot with all their might, they fell down exhausted, sticking out their tongues, lying on the wall. They had no strength left and could not bring the anti-space long-range rifle to him. They could only watch the assassin escape with regret.

"There are too many spells that can conceal one's presence and sneak attack. I can't guess which one it is. But the spell that can suddenly speed up can only last for a short time each time. It is also commonly used by orcs. It should be 'Cat's Pursuit'."

"This ability doesn't last as long as the agility skill, but its burst is very powerful. If it weren't for the fact that each burst can only last for two or three breaths, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to hold on for long."

Charlotte also keenly discovered during the battle that this brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin would make a few sarcastic remarks after each quick attack. At first, he thought that the other party had a bad temper and liked to tease his opponents, but he soon found out that it was not the case. The other party just couldn't sustain a violent attack.

He seized the moment when his opponent was recovering his breath, commanded three clever cat cubs to launch a sneak attack, and counterattacked fiercely at the same time. As expected, he was just one step away from killing his opponent.

Charlotte watched the assassin disappear and said to herself, "What a pity!"

He jumped a few times and found three clever kittens lying on the wall. He first put the anti-space long-range rifle into the alchemical staff, and then took the three kittens into his arms, smiling and said, "Thanks to you, please prepare something delicious."

He first went to the restaurant he had just visited to pay the bill, and spent twenty centimes as compensation for the damage from the battle. He then chose another restaurant, ordered a new meal for himself, and asked for the tenderest raw beef for the three clever kittens, and had the kitchen chop it up and send it to them.

This restaurant does not have fruit wine, and the accompanying wine is beer. Charlotte took a sip and her brows immediately relaxed slightly. The beer here has almost no bitterness, and is refreshing and dry, very suitable for drinking.

While eating, Charlotte couldn't help but smile as she watched the clever kittens happily eating beef.

He also didn't expect that in this battle, the three little creatures actually made great contributions. If it weren't for the three clever cat kittens firing that shot, there would be no way to force back this terrible assassin.

Although this brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin is also a mid-level transcendent, his strength is much stronger than the previous assassin and the former warden Magru Teller.

Charlotte finished her dinner comfortably. The three clever kittens also had round bellies after eating so much that they lay on the dining table and meowed.

Charlotte called the waiter and said, "Your beer is good. I want three barrels. Please send them to me later."

Charlotte picked up the three kittens, left the money for the meal and beer, and walked back to 58 Champs-Elysees.

He greeted Mrs. Nancy who was waiting on the first floor and said, "I bought three barrels of beer. The waiter from the restaurant will deliver them to me later. You carry two barrels to the basement and bring the other one up to me."

After Charlotte gave this instruction, he went straight to the third floor. He put the three clever kittens down, gave them some water, and let the little ones play by themselves. He went to the terrace facing the Lucavaro River, pulled over a lounge chair, and while looking at the scenery on the other side of the river, he took out the cat mask.

This extraordinary artifact can transform into the images of six different creatures, and randomly select a skill from the transformed target. It is only available to those who have had contact with it. Wearing it can increase a small amount of agility, and it is also an identity certificate for the Orc Assassin League. Charlotte came into contact with the brown-haired and gray-eyed assassin today, and she was a little curious and wanted to know whether the Cat Mask could transform into the other person's appearance.

Touching this thin human face with your finger, six different images emerge one by one, three of which are ordinary people. The skills extracted by Cat Mask are: cooking, driving a car and night patrol.

Charlotte's consciousness moved slightly, and one of the images of an ordinary person was replaced by the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin. At the same time, more than a dozen flying knife techniques entered her mind.

Charlotte couldn't help but smile slightly. He didn't expect that he would actually draw this "skill".

It is a pity that the Cat's Mask cannot extract the target's "superpowers" and can only extract "skills", but if it can extract the superpowers of the basic target, this strange item would be too powerful.

The art of flying knife is naturally not a supernatural power, but a skill. It is purely composed of skill, proficiency, talent and the mysterious "sense of the knife".

The assassin with brown hair and grey eyes had put in countless efforts in the art of knife throwing. Not only did he master the technique of throwing, but he also had the skill of close combat with short flying knives. Every move and every style was the result of thousands of years of hard work and was a pure killing skill.

In terms of sophistication and complexity, the flying knife skills of the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin are far inferior to the Angel Thorn of Asilo.

Angel's Thorn is not only an extraordinary secret method, but also an extraordinary swordsmanship, and is very famous in the Old World.

There are six or seven versions of peerless swordsmanship in the Old World, including the five sacred swordsmanship, the seven divine swordsmanship, the twelve overlord swordsmanship and so on.

Each version has the Angel Thorn of Asilos.

Each version also has the Robin family eagle swordsmanship.

Yes, the Robin family of Saloses Robin, and the Robin family of Zimmerman Axel Robin.

But the flying knife technique of the brown-haired, gray-eyed assassin is practical. It has very sophisticated response plans for actual combat, assassinations, street fighting, close combat, and hasty battles. This is a typical assassin's knife technique.

Charlotte didn't have a throwing knife, but he had a dagger. He put on a cat mask and threw the dagger out. After the dagger flew away, he activated the blood flame energy to summon it back. He had a lot of fun.

He didn't like this dagger taken from the previous assassin very much. Charlotte tried it many times and found that the blood flame energy could also control ordinary supernatural weapons, but it was far less flexible and easy to use than blood-sucking weapons, so he didn't use it in several battles. However, this dagger was perfect for practicing flying knife skills.

After practicing for more than an hour, Charlotte had become a knife throwing expert. She could use all kinds of fancy moves and her knife could always hit the target accurately.

After taking off the cat mask, his knife throwing skills disappeared. He tried to continue throwing daggers and found that although his knife throwing skills had greatly declined, they were not as bad as he had imagined, and his accuracy was better than expected.

(End of this chapter)