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The leader of the marauders stood in the center of the battlefield like an insurmountable mountain. His war hammer was a symbol of his power, and with every swing, a gust of wind accompanied it, strong enough to send people and shields flying. His laughter echoed across the battlefield, repeatedly dampening the morale of the nomads.
"Come on, let me see how much courage you still have!" roared the marauder leader, his gaze like two sharp knives, cutting through people's hearts.
Whenever someone tries to approach him, he would swing his war hammer with force, creating a destructive wind that pushes the opponent back several meters. Even the finest shields and the hardest armor cannot withstand his power. Under his leadership, the raiders gradually oppress the nomads, unstoppable like a raging sea tide.
Bratislava knew that if they didn't do something soon, the entire battle would collapse. He took a deep breath and then raised his hammer, charging towards the leader of the raiders like a bolt of lightning.
"Did you think you could change anything by yourself?" the boss sneered.
Bratislava didn't answer, but swung his hammer with all his might. The leader of the marauders fearlessly met him, and their massive hammers collided in a deafening crash.
Bratislava felt a huge shock spread throughout his body, and his hands almost lost sensation. But he didn't give up. He raised the hammer again and attacked fiercely with his last bit of strength.
Unfortunately, it seemed all futile against the leader of the plunderers. With a strong swing, he pushed Bratislava back several steps, then grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
"You see, you are nothing." The leader of the marauders sneered viciously, throwing Bratislava to the ground like garbage.
Bratislava lay on the ground, struggling to stand up, but his body felt as if it were being crushed by a heavy weight, unable to move. His heart was filled with disappointment and anger, but more so with helplessness. He looked around and saw his compatriots being increasingly oppressed, their morale sinking to rock bottom.
At that moment, the leader of the marauders raised his war hammer, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Bratislava and his compatriots.
Bratislava closed his eyes, filled with thoughts of his family and compatriots, as well as a foreboding sense of a darker future. He didn't know what more he could do, but he knew that at least he had tried. However, in this critical moment, an unknown power suddenly surged within him. Could it be enough to turn the tide? He didn't know.
Suddenly, a smoke bomb exploded in the center of the battlefield, and thick black smoke quickly spread throughout the entire area. The raiders were trapped by the smoke, coughing in pain, clearly caught completely off guard.
"Now!" Shiva shouted in his heart, taking advantage of the chaos to dash into the battlefield like a black shadow. His target was clear: the leader of the raiders.
Because of the smoke, the leader of the marauders also began to cough uncontrollably, causing his grip to loosen, and Bratislava was forced to fall to the floor. His vision was shrouded in black smoke, and he could only see darkness. Dazed, he even began to wonder if this was the afterlife.
Taking advantage of the chaos among the marauders, Shiva targeted several captain-level figures, one after another, precisely slashing their throats with his dagger. They fell to the ground before they could react.
Then, Shiva used the obscured vision of the smoke to quickly jump onto the leader of the raiders. The leader immediately felt the unusual presence on his back and wildly twisted his body, trying to shake off Shiva.
"Do you think you can escape from me?" the leader roared loudly, seemingly forgetting the smoke around him.
Unfortunately, this angry roar caused him to inhale even more smoke, and his coughing became more severe. Shiva took the opportunity to pull out an arrow coated with an anesthetic and precisely inserted it into the boss's neck.
The boss felt a sharp pain, then his whole body went numb, his vision became increasingly blurry, and he eventually lost consciousness.
Bratislava felt a cool breeze blowing through, as the darkness slowly dissipated, his vision gradually became clear. Shiva stood on the body of the leader of the marauders, displaying a calm but resolute expression on his face. His eyes were sharp as a knife, yet full of depth, as if hinting that he was a warrior with rich experience and wisdom.
Moonlight sprinkled down from the starry night sky, illuminating Shiva's figure. He was dressed in a black assassin's outfit, every seam and pattern perfectly fitting his body, making him look like the grim reaper in this particular moment. The moonlight reflected a cold light on the dagger in his hand, a delicate weapon designed with extreme precision, like the messenger of death.
Shiva suddenly raised his head, and a hint of unyielding determination flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath and roared, "Your leader is dead, who else dares to challenge me!" His voice echoed through the night sky, as if imbued with a divine power. As soon as the words fell, he raised the dagger in his hand high, as if receiving the blessing of the moon goddess, but more like issuing a final warning to all the plunderers present.
The plunderers on the scene instantly fell into a panic and chaos. They saw Shiva's eyes and posture, and instantly realized that he was not an ordinary person. He exuded an almost destructive aura, making everyone feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Some people began to retreat in panic, while others turned and fled, causing the entire scene to descend into chaos.
In the end, no one dared to challenge Shiva anymore. He stood in the center of the battlefield, holding daggers in both hands, watching as the raiders disappeared one by one into the distant woods, gradually blending into the endless darkness. His gaze remained unchanged from beginning to end, always maintaining a sense of calm and confidence.
Bratislava took a deep breath, filled with awe and emotion. He knew that on this night, the fate of their village had been changed by the appearance of this mysterious assassin. Shiva was not only their savior, but also a beacon of light in their lives, illuminating every path they might take in the future.
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