After separating from his men, Williams hurriedly made his way to his hidden office to burn several maps that showed the way to his other camps.

Just because they had caught into him, didn't mean that he should give them the advantage of catching the rest of his men as well.

Of course, he also burnt away any documents that might be of any use to his enemies.

And finally, when he was sure that there was nothing else to do... He wore a dashing blue robe and one of his well-known 'Ghostly Prince' mask.

Yes... Even if he had to fall, only he would decide how he would go down.

'Bang!'

William blew up all the entrances to the building and hastily ran towards one of the sheds at the corner for firewood.

'Click!'

He lit the wood on fire with his lighter, and calmly sat down on top of some of the piles of stone rubble in front of the main door.

He looked at the bow in his hand and sighed.

It looked like today was the day that he, William Barn would be defeated.

After all... in this life, defeat was something that every man would taste at least once before death.

And today was his day.

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

Loud explosive sounds could be heard coming from the third sector gate.

That's right!

Soon, his enemies would break through the gate.

William steadied his arrow and waited for the appropriate time to strike.

'Bang!'

The gate was finally pried open, and in came his enemies.

"Charge!!!!!"

They ran towards him like crazy, with bloodshot eyes that looked like they couldn't wait to put an arrow in his chest.

Many of them had comrades who had fallen for his devious tricks, so how could they not be mad?

'Bastard!'

William on the other hand... quickly placed his arrow into the fire, before finally making several shots forward.

His arrows had been wrapped with both hay and wax... So they immediately caught on fire and flew into the air towards its targeted spot.

'Thup! Thup! Thup! Thup! Thup!'

H shot as many arrows as he could towards the trails of black-powder that had been spread across the fields.

And once again, his enemies were temporarily subjected to defeat.

'Ahhhhh!'

The ghastly sounds coming from his wailing enemies was enough to make anyone who wasn't strong-minded shiver from fright.

Of course this time, not many people had died from William's attack... as they had wisened up from the first few attacks.

Fool me once or twice, shame on you..... fool me a third time, shame on me!

William continuously made his moves, until there was nothing more for him to do.

And so, he calmly placed his weapons on the floor, crossed his arms, and leaned back while watching his enemies run towards him in rage.

Their numbers had truly dwindled down due to William's craftiness... Nonetheless, they were still far more in number than he expected.

"My!... My!... My!

1 against hundreds.

Really, what has the world turned into?" William said softly while watching then run and jump over their lifeless comrades on the floor.

The enemy warriors ran with all their might and finally arrived in front of William.

Of course, those from Eli's camp quickly recognized his mask and slowed down their pace while trying to stop Connor's men from taking any task actions against William.

How could they not recognize his mask?

Slytherin Cord wasn't the only one who studied William's famous masks as well.

In all of Eli's camps, portraits and sketches were placed all over these camps... As this was the only way to make sure that everyone would remember the targeted enemy.

In this way, if anyone ever sighted William, they could secretly send word out to Eli as well.

In short, William's height and figure were also described to these men as well.

And even though they didn't know his true face, his hair colour and even texture had been vividly noted down too.

They had been looking and searching for this man for more than 3 years nonstop now.

So how could those in Eli's camp not recognize him?

Instantly, they knew that if they dared to take action against him... Then Eli would probably skin them alive.

So even though they hated William to the bone, they knew what they had to do at this moment.

'Din! Din! Din! Din! Din! Din! Din!'

They hurriedly surrounded him in attempts to protect him.... while also watching him vigilantly too, lest he decided to make any sneaky move at them.

And of course.... when Connor's men saw this, they were completely enraged instead.

"I knew it!

I knew that you guys were 2-timing bastards!"

"I don't care what you call us, but you must stand down now!.... Or.."

"Or what!

What will you do to us?

How dare you backstabbers tell us to stand down?

Just who the hell do you all think you are?"

"Yeah!

We only follow his second Prince Connor's orders.

So who are you to tell us what to do?"

"Yeah!

You scum from Prince Eli's side have always been targeting us for ages now.

What!

Do you think that we don't know that it was your master who hired the number-one assassin, Mr. Death.... to play with our master sometime back?"

"Yeah!

It was because of him that our master lost a finger and 2 toes.

So why should we listen to you bloody bastards?"

"I lost my only brother in that so-called play.

So why should I even listen to any of you?" Said some of Connor's men.

The air became tense again, as many of Connor's men remembered how Eli had paid off Mr. death to deal with their master.

They looked at Eli's men and truly felt repulsed at the thought that they had actually been working with these fraudsters.

How were they even sure that this wasn't another trap that was designed by Eli to reel them in before actually making a kill?

They too didn't believe in such coincidences where 2 enemies would attack the same base at the same time.

This whole thing was too suspicious, and made them feel like they were surrounded by wolves that could stab them any moment from now?

So how could they believe anything that Eli's men said?

Something here just wasn't right!

William on the other hand, smile and looked at them playfully.

Well, since he had already been caught... Why not have some fun?

Hehehhehehe!