Chapter 134:The Ploys In Shadow[II]
Albert moved like a phantom, weaving through the debris and bloodshed. His moment came when Sir Hugh was distracted, clashing against one of Albert’s men, Frederick.
Seizing the chance, Albert unsheathed a poisoned dagger and lunged from the darkness.
With a swift, brutal motion, he plunged the blade into a knight’s side, twisting it deep between the gaps in his armor. The old knight gasped, his sword slipping from his grip as pain overtook him. Albert leaned in close, whispering, "The strong devour the weak. Your god won’t save you now."
The knight coughed up blood, his body trembling as he crumpled to the ground. The other knights saw their leader fall and their spirits shattered.
Albert stood tall, wiping the blood from his dagger, his eyes fixed on the backbone of the entire party.
Sir Hugh.
The tide of the battle had turned, but the hunt was far from over.
Albert knew he couldn’t take down Sir Hugh in direct combat. He was no fool. Instead, he disappeared into the shadows, watching as his men engaged the knight.
Sir Hugh’s blade met another warrior, Tarek, slicing through his side in a swift, merciless motion. But it was in that moment of attack that Albert saw his opening.
Silently, he slithered behind the paladin, his dagger coated in a paralytic poison. In the split second before Hugh could react, Albert lunged forward, driving the blade deep into the knight’s exposed side beneath his arm. The poison worked instantly, locking Hugh’s muscles in place. The old knight’s eyes widened in disbelief as he tried to turn, but his movements were sluggish.
Albert leaned in, whispering in his ear, "Even legends fall, old man." With a twisted grin, he slit Hugh’s throat, the knight gurgling as he collapsed in a heap. Blood pooled beneath his twitching body, the proud protector reduced to a corpse in the filth-strewn street.