Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Lu Meng took back his hand and walked to the ballista without looking at him.

He originally wanted to go out and deal with the guy who was probably from the Holy Kingdom, but he didn't expect to find Krall's Choice halfway through.

But both are his enemies, so there's not much difference.

Tech hunters are understandable in wanting to keep things to themselves – but it’s not always that simple.

This organization was able to set up a relay station in the Stan Desert, relying on the tolerant policies of the New Deal.

If Krall's Choice were to gain the upper hand, there would be no place for them.

Lu Meng looked at the ballista.

I don't know how to operate this thing, so the accuracy is worrying.

On the panel, there is a special entry for operating the turret [Remote Skill: Turret].

However, this simplest crossbow is actually modified with a crossbow, so it is simple.

Lu Meng leaned down, grabbed the main body of the ballista like a tree, and lifted it hard.

"Click!"

With a wail of metal parts, the entire heavy crossbow was forcibly torn off!

Lu Meng looked at the eyepiece with one eye and pressed his finger on the trigger.

In the field of vision, a warrior of Kral's Choice was chasing the drifter, and the terror on the faces of the men and women and the wantonness on the faces of the Shaqs were all clearly visible.

Of course this is not a war, just hunting.

The bow strings clang and the wind flows.

The huge force caused the ballistae in Lu Meng's hand to break apart from the heavy fort.

A hundred meters away.

The Shaq warrior holding the giant blade high suddenly stopped and fell to the ground.

There is also a long and vibrating crossbow stuck in his back.

"What!" Kral's Choice beside him was startled, "Who did it!"

From the beginning of the attack until now, they have not encountered any decent resistance.

The Shaqs reacted quickly:

"It's a technology hunter!"

"They noticed it!"

A Kexuan took out a horn from his waist and blew it vigorously.

Woo——

Hearing the horn sound, the Shaq warriors who were chasing the drifters wantonly a moment ago suddenly stopped.

Excitement flowed in their eyes.

The previous activities were just warm-up games. Although interesting, they would inevitably become boring after playing for a long time.

How can one satisfy the warlike impulse engraved in Shaq's blood without competing against evenly matched opponents?

Groups of Krall's Choices gathered spontaneously and rushed towards the relay station.

Now begins the main meal.

——This is also their real purpose today.

"What!" The technology hunter guarding the door was startled and asked the same question as Krall's Choice:

"who is it!"

Without an order, who fired the arrow first?

He looked back behind him following his memory, but at this moment, as Krall's Choice took the initiative to charge, the gunners at the relay station reacted and started shooting.

Crossbow arrows were flying, and the black gold light and shadow in the sky flashed together, making it difficult to distinguish.

But the tech hunters also figured it out.

This is no ordinary gunfire.

If it was an accidental injury, it would be impossible for the opponent to organize the offensive rhythm so quickly.

They had already planned it!

If Krall's Choice reveals its purpose early, the Tech Hunters will have the opportunity to recruit idle drifters, distribute weapons, and organize defenses outside the relay station.

Nowadays, the crowd is scattered, and the relay station is equivalent to an isolated city!

Tech Hunters can only rely on the terrain and city gates to defend. Although their strength and equipment are strong, every casualty is an immeasurable loss.

The Chosen of Krall, dressed in black and wrapped in straps, swarmed towards the slope like a tide.

At a glance, it looks like a forest of horns and crowded with people.

"Okay, okay!" The technology hunter laughed angrily.

If these stupid Sharks think that their technology hunters are wealthy businessmen who can be manipulated by others, they are totally wrong.

Every technology hunter is a battle-hardened adventurer who has gone deep into various inaccessible ruins and killed countless mutant creatures.

The reason why they enjoyed themselves when they returned to the relay station was not because they were afraid of death, but because they had already put this bad life behind them!

"boom!"

To everyone's surprise, the technology hunter did not choose to stick to the relay station, but directly raised the iron gate.

His companions who were still drunk in the bar also followed behind, with ruffian faces and all kinds of sophisticated weapons in their hands.

Not taking the initiative to cause trouble is of course the survival rule of technology hunters.

But more importantly, if anyone dares to have the slightest intention of offending them, they must take the initiative to nip such a bud.

There are countless forces coveting their wealth and technology across the entire continent.

If the technology hunters show signs of weakness, their stores and bases scattered across the country will soon be wiped out.

Fortunately, the assembly of Kraal's Choice was not so smooth due to the large number of drifters who had not yet been completely cleared.

The technology hunter suddenly admired the gunner's courage.

Presumably, with his commanding vision, he noticed the abnormal movement of Krall's Choice in advance, and then he took the lead in shooting a warning shot.

This keenness and decisiveness...is worthy of our technology hunters!

"Wait!" Some guests panicked and wanted to step forward and close the iron door. "What will we do if you leave?"

The technology hunter pushed them away: "Then please look forward to our triumphant return. After that, everyone will be safe."

"But if we die," he wiped the blade coldly, "what does the rest have to do with me?"

"-It's a pity that the service was poor."

At this moment, the technology hunter noticed someone following his companion.

It's the white-haired young man.

Carrying a bag on his back and a knife at his waist.

The technology hunter was stunned for a moment: "A murderer?"

The other party nodded: "Go kill someone."

At this time, this guest is brave, and there is nothing that the technology hunter can do to stop him.

Everyone has the same purpose.

Krall's Choice had already rushed down the slope, but the powerful ballistae temporarily overwhelmed a group of people.

However, no matter how dense the rain of arrows is, there will be times when it relaxes.

Moreover, no matter how much the relay station looks like a fortress, it is not a real military fortress. The gunners were so tired that their wrists ached, and the speed of cocking the crossbow had slowed down.

As long as Krall's Choice climbs up again, he can directly enter the relay station and plunder the wealth and lives there.

The wind died down.

The moment the Kexuan warriors raised their heads, they were greeted by the light of swords!

The men who also held swords charged condescendingly and collided with the Shaq warriors, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.

The roars were mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other.

…

Luka swung the segmented ax and struck hard at a Kraal's Choice.

The opponent blocked hastily.

The two giant blades intersected, and the impact was enough to pierce the eardrums.

The sparks were blown away by the strong wind, and blood spurted out.

Kral's Choice also uses a thick segmented axe, and its moves also perfectly catch the enemy's swings.

However, Luka's huge force actually pushed his segmented ax down and cut it into his chest.

"A mere hornless person..."

Kral's Choice coughed up bubbles of blood from his mouth.

They strictly adhere to the Shaq tradition. The Broken Horns and the Hornless Men are warriors who should serve them. How can they pick up weapons again, or even dare to attack them?

Before he could finish speaking, Luka raised his hands and split half of his face.

The female warrior did not relax, and the next moment she was hit hard on the back.

She did not turn around to attack, but stretched out her hand to support the person who came - it was a repelled Skeleton Corps soldier.

They fought bravely and took advantage of the chaos to rush a short distance away.

However, there was a numerical gap after all, and Krall's Choice in this direction had already reacted and surrounded them.

Luka just fought hard to kill an enemy, and the next moment, a new defeated warrior filled his position.

As everyone knows, the person on the other side is equally surprised.

Those Shaq servants who usually had to work hard and wait for themselves to pick food and flesh and blood were actually able to fight as hard as warriors.

——Kral’s Choice is not afraid, but more excited.

When committing violence, the more the other party resists, the more interesting it is.

Facing enemies from all directions, Luka kept swinging the segmented axe, and his arms were already a little sore.

A trace of despair flashed through her heart, but was quickly extinguished by herself.

Several Skeleton Corps soldiers showed no fear either.

A person's life in this world is nothing but death.

The next charge will decide everything.

At this moment, a voice came:

"Get down!"

There was a commanding tone in his voice.

No one on either side of the confrontation paid any attention.

For the skeleton group, if they lie down at this moment, is it impossible to kill them if they have to draw their necks?

As for the Krall's Choice team, they were just surprised by the changes on the battlefield and looked around for the source of the sound.

But Luca heard clearly.

This familiar voice... They had just met not long ago.

She grabbed the necks of several companions around her and pushed them to the ground so hard that she even dropped the segmented axe.

"boom!"

The next moment, blood and flesh splattered.

A cool breeze passed over the heads of the skeleton group.

What followed was a rush of plasma, covering their bodies.

Everyone looked at it in surprise.

A tall warrior who was standing there bowed his head silently - a horrifying round hole appeared out of thin air between his chest and abdomen, with broken bones and organs still dripping inside.

Through the hole, Luka saw a white-haired figure.

He held a heavy crossbow in his hand, which seemed to be half as wide as a man's body.

"Plop!"

Actually, two Shaq warriors fell down at the same time.

It turned out that after the crossbow arrow tore apart the first Ke Xuan's body, it directly hit the other Ke Xuan's chest.

The remaining strength penetrated the Shaq's heavy bone armor and directly shattered his heart.

If Luka hadn't pressed down his companions in time, they would be the ones killed at this moment.

She was just gambling.

After all, no matter how bad it is, there will never be a more surprising outcome than death.

Now Luca was right, but also wrong.

Just one arrow.

The circle formed by Krall's Choice was torn open.

The white-haired young man was walking slowly towards this side, holding a crossbow.

He took out a crossbow arrow as thick as a baby's arm from the quiver and put it on the string.

It was just that the winding speed was slow, and Luka saw veins bursting out on the back of his hand.

"Don't come over!" she shouted quickly.

It turns out that this human being is a crossbowman and can also operate such a complex and powerful heavy crossbow.

But doesn't he know that as a crossbowman, the best strategy is to retreat while fighting, how can he come closer to the enemy?

——His firm steps make him look like a fearless warrior.

Luka picked up the segmented ax and instructed the skeleton warriors to break out through the torn hole.

And she rushed towards the white-haired young man.

——The one who is faster than Luca is Krall’s choice.

At the moment of the loud noise, Lu Meng had already exposed his figure.

After witnessing his companion being shot to death by an arrow, the Shaq warrior's eyes became even more bloody with revenge.

With a few zigzag steps, the tall Kexuan warriors had already rushed to the side of the white-haired young man. They also had experience in dealing with crossbowmen.

And their weapons are faster than their steps!

Lu Meng's shimmering pupils had already printed the shadow of the segmented axe.

At this last moment, he picked up the spring crossbow.

He wound up the string.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise.

The one who rushed forward, Krall's Choice, was thrown back violently, and his entire spine was bent into a strange shape.

Rather than saying that he was hit by an arrow, it was better to say that he was hit head-on by a wild bull.

The sky was filled with blood.

The broken body of the Shaq even knocked over several soldiers who followed.

However.

Unlike the founders of the United Cities.

There were no other comrades holding spring crossbows around Lu Meng, and his flanks were empty.

The rest of Kral's Choice have already rushed up from this side.

With the speed at which a heavy crossbow can be cocked, it is impossible to fire an arrow immediately.

Even though Luka charged with all his strength, he only had time to cut down a defeated warrior emblazoned at the end.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Is this human being who met by chance dying just to save them?

"Boom."

Lu Meng loosened his hands and threw the spring crossbow directly to the ground.

Then press it on your waist.

The next moment, green light lit up.

The moonlight reflected from the blade shone in Luka's eyes, causing her whole body to tremble like an electric shock.

Lu Meng pulled out the straight knife and penetrated Ke Xuan's throat with just one move.

He kicked the dying Shaq over, stepped on the fallen corpse, and jumped up suddenly.

Facing the oncoming enemy.

Hold the knife in both hands and use your strength to strike!

A Kexuan's body was split in half directly from the middle.

He stood firm, his body motionless, but the light of the sword drew a perfect arc around his body.

Those Krall's Choices who rushed forward were all forced back, leaving a scar on their chests.

Lu Meng turned his wrist to retract the knife, and threw a layer of blooming blood circle on the ground.

Luka stood there blankly, the other party had already arrived in front of her.

"...Good knife." The female warrior of the Skeleton Corps could only spit out this word.

Otherwise, what else could she say?

The white-haired young man's superb swordsmanship is obvious, and there is no need to brag about it.

Only then did Luka understand.

Although the opponent's heavy crossbow is used ferociously, it turns out that the machete is an expert.

Then we can only praise the quality of other people's equipment. Only in this aspect Luka feels that she still has some appreciation.

Lu Meng heard the other party's words and silently looked at the inscription on the knife.

——"Journey to the North".

He nodded: "Yes, it's okay."

Luka reacted: "Is it the work of Master Beiyou?"

"Um."

"Now is not the time to talk about these things." Lu Meng held up the straight knife and looked at the other party:

"Keep your profile concealed and don't make a big fuss. It won't be difficult to escape."

Horns sounded in the ears one after another. It was obvious that the battle between the Tech Hunters and Krall's Choice was getting more intense.

And Krall's Choice may still be at a disadvantage.

These traditional Shaq people obviously don't understand what the power of technology is - on the physical level.

Seeing the terror of the enemy here, and requesting support from the other side, the remnants of Krall's troops that originally surrounded the skeleton group also gradually retreated.

Luka forcibly looked away from the bright green straight sword, suppressing her admiration for Master Beiyou in her heart.

She thought for a while and said seriously to Lu Meng:

"or……"

"Will you join the Skeleton Corps?"

Lu Meng: "Huh?"