Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

The Red Sword Regiment is different from the soldiers of United City.

Their members are not that powerful, well-trained, and well-equipped...but they are a force native to the southern wetlands.

Although they were just some small gangs and tribes that were not popular, they could only live under the rule of the Water Tribe, but after receiving the assistance of Southern United City, they united together and grew rapidly.

In addition, he supports the monster of the red swordsman.

At one point it could even compete with the Water Tribe.

However, when Union City loses power and the Red Swordsmen are likely to lose their lives here, once they lose their backers, the Red Sword Group will become a second-rate or even third-rate gang.

What's even scarier is.

They will also suffer a storm of revenge and reckoning afterwards.

The only way out is for the whole group to move out of the swamp.

And the only thigh is Yamudu.

As for the conditions...

The headhunter hid behind the tree, tilting his head and observing secretly with one eye, searching for the princess.

The crossbow is cocked.

Silver Shadow's escape was not careless, and he was prepared to follow him beforehand - but who was the headhunter?

Before serving Yamoudou as a full-time shooter.

She is a hunter.

A hunter who specializes in tracking down and hunting escaped slaves.

Headhunters may not be able to catch pikas in the desert or velociraptors in the swamps...but they will never miss the traces left by "people" themselves.

Not to mention that Silver Shadow, a former slave, was very familiar with those escape tactics.

However, it was unexpected to be able to follow him to find Princess Shaq.

That was originally her goal.

It just failed once, as if it was intercepted in advance, and there has been no trace since then.

Now that Seto appears in the Stone Town Army, the answer couldn't be more obvious... The one who defeated him in the first place was the same person who defeated Yamudou now!

What a humiliation.

And this time the swamp collapsed, so much financial and military resources were lost, leaving corpses all over the ground, not to mention the military supplies advanced to the black converters, and the armor alone on the soldiers was a huge sum. wealth.

But none of them can be taken out.

Such a failure would be difficult for even Yamudu, who was deeply trusted, to explain after returning.

Fortunately, there is a ready-made gift.

The Red Sword Regiment launched a desperate charge for their own future, and in order to resist the pressure, Princess Shaq, who had become a commander, had no choice but to show up and lead the team, while the bee man quickly wanted her to withdraw from cover. He looked remorseful.

Seto deliberately avoided possible shooting angles. If it were an ordinary shooter, there really wouldn't be anything he could do against her... Being able to have this kind of awareness is really worth boasting about.

Unfortunately, she was facing a headhunter.

This exiled Shaq, who took the initiative to cut off his horns for convenience, licked his lips, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

Being able to shoot the stone demon's daughter and make the head of the majestic Princess Shaq explode in the air... would be more exciting than shooting any slave before, right?

Such a sense of accomplishment and taboo.

Just thinking about it made her shudder.

It's a pity that it can't be done.

What Yamudou wants is a living princess, and only if she is alive, can she be of value and make the Kingdom of Shake and the queen at odds with each other.

Their trip was not in vain.

However, although it cannot be killed.

But for a disobedient child, it doesn't matter if you break her limbs to make her behave better, right?

Suddenly, the headhunter couldn't help but have an idea.

Could it be that...his own experience was also part of Yamudu's calculations?

She no longer thought about it, and just slowly aimed her crosshair at the petite figure in the rain——

"Seto!" Silver Shadow noticed something and blurted out anxiously...but it was too late.

The crossbow arrows whizzed past, cutting through the wind and rain.

Flesh and blood splattered.

Silver Shadow stared blankly at the girl in front of him, as if he was dumbfounded.

Seto stood there and stopped moving.

But he was unscathed.

Even the iconic redness in his eyes did not appear.

On the other side, a crossbow arrow was stuck straight on the headhunter's forehead. The iron cluster penetrated from the back of the head, with red and white slurry, and the broken bones and flesh spattered behind him and fell all over the ground.

Then, he fell silently in the deserted forest, and the rain fell, washing the body.

She just stuck her head out.

Before his finger could even be on the trigger.

The slave hunter's eyes, as if his brain had died without realizing it, were still filled with enthusiasm, but gradually cooled and solidified, and finally lost their luster.

In the distance, on a hidden treetop.

A worker bee wearing a raincoat put down the old-world crossbow in his hand, and next to him, there was another petite figure squatting.

Bo tilted his head to look at this rare worker bee crossbowman. A trace of rain slid across his face and dripped slowly, but his expression did not change at all. Looking at this calm expression, it seemed that he had not seized the opportunity to shoot the arrow that spanned the entire battlefield with perfect accuracy.

Green slowly opened her eyes.

The anti-slavery people were shocked.

This worker bee had its eyes closed when it just shot the arrow.

It's like the eyes he uses to aim...

It grows in the heart.

"Don't you want your enemies to know who killed her in the end?" Bo said. She had no good impression, let alone sympathy, for the United City or even the 'hunters' who cooperated with the slave owners.

Headhunters are adept at tracking down their prey.

But how can he compare to the top stealth master in the entire continent.

Bo had been monitoring the group's movements before.

She is the oriole.

Cang Cui wiped the old world crossbow, and when she heard Bo's question, she paused, as if it brought back some memories.

"Two hunters met in the jungle...the one exposed first will definitely die." Then he said, "That person said something similar, and I deeply believe it."

Then, the coalition forces that had been lying in wait for a long time came to support them one after another.

…

…

In the iron dome, in the throne room, the fighting gradually subsided.

It’s not that the opponent has been eliminated.

But they suddenly discovered that outside the hall, the originally fierce fighting sound gradually died down until it was silent - that was the battlefield where Da Gelin and Lu Beiyou were fighting around, and the others could not keep up with them at all. speed and pace.

Now, this explains.

The winner has been decided between the two.

That result is the key to everything in the end.

In the distance, footsteps sounded at the right time.

Step by step, getting closer.

Everyone couldn't help but put down the knives in their hands, held their breath, and even wanted to suppress their heartbeats - at this time, they were as noisy as war drums.

With the protection and support of the gang, Iles stared blankly at the direction of the footsteps, with anticipation and a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

He had never seen Big Green fail.

Even if you are dormant for a while, you can always achieve the final victory.

What's more, she finally got the Inscription Blade.

She is just invincible.

However, the young man named Lu Beiyou can be regarded as the most powerful enemy that the hound has ever encountered - in all aspects, she has never been forced into such a situation...

Figures of people in the fog and darkness.

emerged.

Tall figure, strong yet soft lines, cold face...

And, auburn hair.

Big Green.

In the hall, a burst of cheers instantly erupted.

The hounds ignored their tired bodies, raised their blood-stained arms, and even ignored the enemies around them, shouting the names of "Hound" and "Big Green".

as well as……

"King of the Swamp! King of the Swamp!"

"Big boss..." At this time, Yils' lips trembled.

He saw.

Da Gelin did not respond.

She just dragged the bright crimson inscription blade and walked slowly, step by step, as if the cheers, crowds, and corpses around her didn't exist, towards the center of the hall.

There, the Iron Throne hangs high.

The hounds thought that their leader was about to ascend the throne of the swamp.

At the moment, the cheers were even more enthusiastic.

Finally, Big Green's feet stepped on the first step.

But she stopped.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind her from an invisible place:

"Is this okay?"

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to overwhelm the cheers of the crowd. Everyone heard it, and the hounds were even more horrified.

Da Gelin raised his head and glanced at the throne.

She uttered her first words after returning to the Iron Dome Hall:

"Thanks."

Then, her body seemed to collapse, and she knelt down half-kneeling down, lowering her head.

For a long time, no sound was made.

This was the first and last time in Da Gelin's life that she bowed her head.

Only then did everyone find out.

Her exposed back was already riddled with holes, and every wound on it was different, as if caused by different shapes of weapons, and each one was fatal - there were so many that it made people doubt her. It was like being besieged by countless people.

However, the remaining members of the Hound Gang were mute.

The sound of rain gradually subsided and the whole place was silent.

They saw that there was only one person following Da Gelin.

——Lubei Tour.

The young man's white hair was slightly stained red by blood, and his eyes were as calm as water.

But beneath those cold pool-like eyes, there seemed to be the clear light of a sword hidden.

He walked to the body of Da Gelin, threw away another broken blade in his hand, and pulled out the famous blade sword that was inserted directly into the steel plate. The hound just relied on it to keep walking through the last section. road.

"Surrender," Lu Meng stroked the edge of his sword and said:

"Those who don't surrender will die."

[Actual combat level: 81 (war level)]