Follow the brotherhood of the ghost legion through their atrocities.
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The first six stories in the saga of the assassin's brotherhood known as the ghost legion. Cold blades, Dagger's fate, Back to work, Concealed until you're dead, Know your enemy and Your fury or your life all in one edition. They are a merciless band of assassins, selling their services to the highest bidder moving through a land fractured by war. With the evil coming, neutrality is not possible.
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Ghost legion: World for hire.
“True, he is, he is. I’ll tell you what…Dagger is it?” I nodded. “I’ll make you a deal, you show me how you got that name, just you alone, no help from your friends here, just you against my two bodyguards and not only will I give you my entire horde of gold and jewels, but my army will be on call should it ever be needed to suit the ghost legion’s purposes. Deal?”
Cannon, Cast and Spell looked at each other and stood back, they knew what was coming.
“Deal,” I answered in a higher pitched, almost questioning tone as I smiled.
Xaxer stepped back as his two bodyguards clad in mail armor stepped forward. One was tall and skinny with a short stabbing blade in one hand and knife in the other. The second bodyguard was shorter and wider, he was holding a one handed axe in each hand. They approached me slowly, crouching in fighting stances.
“Simple bastards,” I thought to myself. They have no idea I am over one hundred years old and have killed thousands of men tougher than them for a whole lot less. I was quite the son of a bitch in my younger days.
Tall and skinny struck out first with his short sword; I pivoted one hundred and eighty degrees ending up behind him as he ended up on his knees with a dagger in his throat spraying blood all over fat axe boy. He seemed shaken by my speed and the blood on his face that a minute ago was in his friend. I would be.
Before he could react I used tall and skinny who was on his knees as a launching pad. Springing over the short axe man’s head in a somersault, as I swung by him I deposited a dagger in each carotid artery. I removed them as I landed; he collapsed in a sickening fountain of his own blood. A move I had perfected over many decades ago. Xaxer’s face had gone white, deathly white; my brothers laughed and collected their money from Xaxer’s soldiers who had bet on my death.
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