Mercenaries and Adventurers

"kill!"

"Come on!"

Kiel and the others yelled and killed, accompanied by the dust formed by the collapse of the wall, like evil ghosts and evil spirits breaking through the fog. When they rushed out, they each held their spears and spears and stabbed the thugs fleeing in the yard one by one. wear.

With a puff, Keir stabbed a thug with his back to the gate of the yard to death. He turned to look at the others, and found that the other thugs had been surrounded by the militiamen who had poured out in groups of three and two. Formed a snare for the siege, and stabbed and killed all the thugs of the chamber of commerce who had nowhere to escape in the yard.

Seeing more thugs who were terrified and angry outside the gate of the courtyard, Kiel immediately shouted loudly: "I will guard the gate, and the others will immediately occupy the root of the wall and kill all the members of the Ska Chamber of Commerce on the street outside!"

"good!"

"we know!"

Although Keir is not a Crow Knight, Keir's brave performance tonight has convinced the militiamen very much.

Everyone rushed over, leaning the spears in their hands against the edge of the two-meter-high wall, then took out their crossbows, wound them, and put in the arrows. Then one person squatted halfway at the foot of the wall, and the other stepped on him with a bow and crossbow. He poked out his weapon and head, and looked outside at the street behind the collapsed carriage, and dozens of enemies.

The crossbow aimed briefly, and shot the arrow directly at the enemy who seemed to be the easiest to shoot.

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When the sound of the wall collapsing came from one side of the defense line, the commanding mercenaries felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, what followed were the sound of rushing and killing and a brief wail.

The commanding mercenary immediately summoned capable men to prepare for the opponent's impact. But only one warrior in red armor blocked the gate of the yard beside everyone.

Iron armor, long spears, and shields are not enemies that can be easily dealt with at a glance. But the most dangerous other soldiers did not appear.

But following the command of the soldier, the mercenary realized that something was wrong.

"Quick! Come up with me, don't let them occupy there! Kill!"

He yelled loudly, and immediately drove the dozen or so thugs around him to kill the ordinary farmer's courtyard along the street.

But when he pulled out the steel greatsword that had killed countless enemies sideways from his back, the last thing he expected to see happened.

Bows and crossbows protruded from the wall along the street, and the heads of those damned soldiers who attacked them who ran out of nowhere also emerged.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

After a short and long breath, several crossbow bolts were fired, knocking down several people at once.

He leaned sideways nervously, and blocked his body with a wide sword. After instantly confirming that he was not being watched, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately drove away the other thugs who were panicking: "Kill, rush to kill! Can't wait In place!"

The mercenary was right, the militiamen who had finished firing their crossbow arrows sank down the wall, and it took only half a breath before several other people emerged from under the wall.

The mercenaries who made Dajian glanced at it and confirmed that it was not the same group of people.

He stopped the legs and feet that had just taken two steps, and relied on years of practice to place himself on the side with the smallest area of ​​contact with the enemy. With the big steel sword in front of him, he guarded against this wave of deadly crossbow arrows.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Among the thugs who were driven away by him, the first five were shot neatly by arrows, and the thugs who hit the torso fell directly to the ground, and were then stepped on by the companions behind them.

The other thugs seemed to instantly remember the dozens of people who were shot on the street just now, and they knew that if they didn't rush to the yard to interrupt the shooting of these people, they would all be shot to death without the carriage as a cover. here.

Those who had the guts to rush up, and more people who were not stopped by the mercenaries, had already fled at this time. There are many who have the guts to yell or throw stones behind the seemingly safe wreck of a wagon, but few have the guts to take part in a **** battle.

Especially some young people in the village, they were called up overnight and spent money to instigate them to resist the attack of the 'enemy'. These young people who have never seen blood can throw stones from a distance, but if they go straight Looking at the injured companions who fell to the ground, they took up weapons and went up to fight. Among the twenty or so people, there were only two or three.

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Kiel took a deep breath, then roared and stabbed the spear forward fiercely.

A thug with a machete tried to cut off Kiel's lance with his weapon, but the man overestimated his skills. Kiel accelerated directly, and pierced the spear straight through the opponent's chest half a step ahead of schedule.

Although the center of the chest is protected by the sternum, the heart is behind it, which is the fatal place. Any wound here, no matter how big or small, is a fatal wound.

The thug, whose heart had been strangled, fell to the ground whimpering in an instant, while Kiel took advantage of the situation and drew out the spear that was stained red with blood.

But more people came to kill them. Although the corpses on the ground stopped the speed of some people, Kiel's situation was still not good.

He clenched the wooden handle of the long gun full of blood, and with a sweep, he forced back several thugs approaching, and even scratched the handsome face of a young thug with the blade of the long gun.

Someone rushed over again, but this time it was different. This person was tall and tall, wearing an iron armor, a studded leather skirt and boots on the lower body, and a rough metal helmet on his head.

But these are not important. The big steel sword in this man's hand is the only reason why Kiel is cautious.

This mercenary-like enemy stretched his big sword straight forward, not as if he was holding a weapon, but more like he was holding a shield.

Kiel's spear is longer, and he prioritizes attacking.

call-

Knowing that the opponent is not mediocre, Kiel put the spear on the ground and stabbed forward. When he got close to the opponent's body, he raised his foot and kicked on the gun shaft.

But the opponent has rich combat experience. Facing the long spear coming from Kiel on the ground, he even swung the big sword in both hands downwards and smashed it in a circle. Side shot.

Kiel raised his leg and kicked, and as a result, the tip of the spear in his hand flew to a high place, completely missing the person.

The mercenary on the opposite side was overjoyed, and strode forward with his legs and feet, dragging the big sword by his side backwards to charge, and prepared to finish the young armored soldier with a sword.

But Kiel let go of his hand directly, regardless of the high-raised spear, and directly slammed into the rushing enemy against the shield.

The attack range of your big sword is smaller than that of the spear, so you have to rush to the vicinity of the spear to attack. Then I will use the shield to get closer to you. At this time, your big sword will also be difficult to deploy.

Kiel's shield was protruding forward, far beyond the mercenary's expectations. Facing the metal shield that was rushing straight at his face, he had to slow down and slash forward the big sword held by his two hands ahead of time. .

"die!"

The heavy steel sword drew a deadly slash, and hit Kiel's tilted shield in an instant.

state! !

The heavy blow caused Kiel's feet to leave the ground for an instant, leaving a neat slanted sword mark on the front of the shield forged from light elf metal.

Kiel put his right hand behind the shield in his left hand and braced his arms, and then forcibly swallowed the attack power of this attack.

The iron boots on both feet drew two drag marks of more than ten centimeters on the ground, and it was only then that Kiel recovered from this extraordinarily loud attack.

The red eyes were the first to come to his senses amidst the metallic sound, and Kiel used the shield in his left hand to directly stick to the opponent's great sword, and then he approached the enemy with his whole body.

The mercenary took a breath, stepped back, drew the sword halfway with both hands, then swung his arm, and smashed the big sword on Kiel's outstretched left thigh.

But the usual tactic of trying to block the opponent with a broken leg didn't work. What responded to the mercenary was not the opponent's flesh and blood, or the removal of a leg.

Just another loud clang of metal.

clang!

"%*&&, disgusting rich man!"

The mercenary cursed loudly, and this young soldier was actually covered in iron armor. In this case, if you don't charge up and slash with all your strength, it will be difficult for your own big sword to kill the opposite warrior.

More exaggerated follow-up.

Although Keir had a pain in the front of his thigh, as if he had been hit with a hammer, it didn't bother him.

Seeing that the opponent's counterattack was just like this, Kiel plucked up his courage, directly reached down with his left arm, and clamped the opponent's big sword with his left arm and body.

The mercenary held the hilt of the sword and twisted it fiercely, but what was heard was only the creaking sound of metal wrestling, and sparks from the twisted collision between the blunt blade and the opponent's breastplate.

Under the visor, Kiel was extremely excited. Looking at the distorted mercenary on the opposite side, he swung his steel armored right fist and punched him hard in the middle of the opponent's chest.

Boom! !

There was a sound of collision that couldn't tell whether it was a muffled sound or what kind of feeling it was, and the face of the mercenary on the opposite side changed suddenly. He had to draw a hand from the hilt of his sword, and opened it into a palm to block Kiel's iron fist again.

The mercenary bared his teeth, and the palms under the leather gloves were extremely painful. He looked at the pieces of steel armor on the young soldier's gloves, and even cursed.

But during the entanglement, Kiel's iron fist came again.

This time he still wanted to block it with his palm, but in Kiel's eyes, everything around him was actually like a video at 0.5x speed. Everything slowed down, but not so slow.

The person stretched out his hand to block him last time, but this time Kiel manipulated his fist slightly to the side, and instead of colliding with the center of the opponent's open palm, his fist brushed against the opponent's fingers with the force of a bang, and then gave a heavy bang on the opponent's face.

The lower edge of the helmet protected most of the opponent's cheeks, but Kiel's punch still twisted the mercenary's face and mouth, and the teeth on the side that was hit by the fist opened from the opponent with a creaking sound. With blood and saliva, those teeth yelled that I was free, and fell to the ground with a cheer.

"Ah! Wo Dilian!"

The mercenary muttered something vaguely, and wanted to use his left hand to slam the iron fist on his left cheek, but he found that on his palm, the ring finger and little finger were turning at a strange angle.

Two of his fingers were also broken.

Seeing the young warrior coming again, the mercenary backed away in resentment, away from Kiel.

Kiel was extremely excited, and he wanted to rush up and beat the mercenary to death with his fists. But the mercenary stepped back and waved at the thugs on the left and right. These guys who couldn't get in the battle rushed towards Kiel screaming.

Seeing about a dozen enemies rushing towards him, Kiel calmed down and retreated directly.

Backing all the way to the gate of the wall, Kiel picked up the spear that fell on the ground, swung it left and right, trying to resist while retreating.

At this moment, more than a dozen militiamen rushed out from the collapsed wall behind them. These militiamen all held spears and gathered behind Kiel.

Kiel turned around and immediately lowered his body happily, retreating to the side of the spears of the militiamen.

The thugs still wanted to rush in, but only for a moment, the densely packed militiamen stabbed more than a dozen spears at the gate of the wall.

The compelling killing intent followed the thrust of the spears to disperse the thugs' desire to charge forward.

They couldn't advance or retreat, so they had to shrink under the other side of the wall, with bitter faces, not knowing what to do now.

The mercenary, sweating profusely, forcibly straightened his fingers, and then asked the thugs to break through with him with vague words.

"You can retreat! Go up and fight again, or we will all be scumbags to death!"

Seeing these thugs still full of hesitation, the mercenary knew that they could not be counted on, and had to take the lead in fighting.

"Fight it, fight it. Oohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

With a roar, he tightly held the eater, and kissed the cold steel sword for the last time with his blood-stained lips.

Then he looked neither sad nor happy, panting heavily and rushed towards the gate of the wall full of spear points.

A militiaman poking his head out of the fence aimed at him with a bow and crossbow, and shot out with a swish, but the crossbow only hit the mercenary's half armor, and the arrow penetrated into the iron armor, hanging firmly on top.

The mercenary snorted, knocked the hilt of the big sword, and interrupted the crossbow arrow, so as not to get in the way of the battle later.

Howling, he rushed out from the side of the gate, and the big steel sword fell heavily from the side of the spears, cutting off three or four spear points in a row, before he could not stop.

Then he twisted the body of the great sword, then kicked it with his feet, kicked the great sword up with force, turned around, and the cold great sword drew a perfect circle from front to top, then backward, downward, and forward.

In the staggered footsteps, the great sword full of strength slashed at the spear again from bottom to top.

After a few crackles, three more spears were chopped off.

"Five steps back!"

The voice of Knight Crowe sounded.

The militiamen with spears immediately stepped back five steps. The gate of the wall was no longer blocked by a forest of spears.

But Knight Crowe, who was riding on the other side of the street blocked by the carriage, just looked across the battlefield across the flames and overturned carriage.

Commanded with cold words.

"Kiel, use your long sword to kill the enemy and lead everyone to attack. The more critical the situation is, the more you must launch an attack and compete for the initiative on the battlefield."

The mercenary turned his head sharply and looked at the knight opposite the overturned carriage.

His face was extremely ugly.

"My ￥@%#￥ Ska Chamber of Commerce!!"

This sad and indignant curse was mixed with the blood gushing out of his mouth.

This was followed by Keel's loud response: "Yes, my lord!"

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Kiel strode out from the ranks of the militiamen, then ran quickly, rushed out of the gate of the wall, and rushed in front of everyone amidst the horrified eyes of the thugs and the mercenary.

Then Kiel, who lowered his body and slowed down, used the shield in his left hand to protect himself, blocking the mercenary's big sword from slashing.

In the sound of metal strikes, Kiel drew out the long sword from his left waist with his right hand to hunt, and then did not fight back, but raised his head high, straightened his arms, and stretched the long sword vertically to the deep sky.

At this moment, in the light of the fire not far away, in the light of the burning torches falling messily on the battlefield, in the light of the crescent moon looking at this place from the sky.

On the body of the gray long sword, the prayers praising the Sun God shone brightly in an instant, and all the divine power contained in it surged out from it.

These divine powers vibrated and transformed into white light like flowing water, wrapping around the sword body.

In a short moment, this surge of white light bulged, swelled, and unfolded, like a round of sun falling into the ground. In a time shorter than the blink of an eye, according to Kiel's intention, it transformed the entire On the battlefield, the entire Dead Leaf Village was illuminated and illuminated.

The vast majority of people let out an exclamation, there is no distinction between the enemy and the enemy, and everyone's eyes are filled with white light.

But in the end, there is still a difference between the enemy and the enemy, and the white light in front of the militiamen's breath weakened, while the thugs secretly observed the villagers here from a distance, as well as the middle-aged man in black who hid himself in the tree.

They could see nothing but white light in front of their eyes.

"Why did it come again? Bad luck."

The middle-aged man in black seemed to be very familiar with it. He fell from the tree under control and fell safely into the bushes under the tree. Afterwards, he huddled himself into a ball and stayed in a dark corner full of tree shadows. He decided not to go anywhere tonight. , stay here safely.

"Bird shooter Rondo Jefferson is finished, I didn't expect that even 'Chop House' Gerardo is finished, that young man. Whoa whoa whoa. It seems my trip was for nothing. Hey, sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Say more."

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The mercenary Gerardo was the closest to Kiel, not even two meters away, so the sudden white light destroyed all his vision.

He couldn't see anything, he howled and waved his big sword indiscriminately, and even chopped a blinded thug in the middle of the chaos.

"Who was killed? Who was killed?"

He shouted in panic, but he didn't dare to stop waving the big sword with both hands for a moment.

Because even though he was so panicked at this moment, he still knew one thing.

If he stopped like this, he would be easily killed immediately, like a chicken being trampled to death.

"I'm Gerardo Hall, 'Zen House'. A member of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Corps! No matter who you are, you can't kill me! My brothers will avenge me! They will avenge me! We are a pack of wolves, if one wolf dies, all wolves attack!"

"Ahhh! One wolf dies, all wolves attack!"

The mercenary yelled and staggered while waving the great sword, trying to walk towards the center of Dead Leaf Village in the same direction as before.

If he can survive, then he still has a chance.

And now that he is still alive, maybe the sword he wielded, or the words he yelled, had an effect.

Keir looked at the thugs running around like headless chickens, and his companions not far away who had gradually recovered.

He muttered, "Grey wolves? I hate wolves. Kendals hate wolves."

Lowering his body, Kiel put the long sword that had turned gray again on the side of the shield, and the shield stretched forward ~www.readwn.com~ The whole person was like a drawn crossbow.

His eyes were fixed on the mercenary not far away, who was staggering towards the center of the village while vigorously wielding a large steel sword.

Then adjust your breathing.

With a bang, Kiel burst out with all the strength in his body, strode his legs forward and ran, accelerating himself.

behind.

Knight Crowe's eyes glowed with khaki, staring at Kiel's actions at this time. He chuckled lightly, the light in his eyes disappeared, and then he stopped looking, and instead comforted Shubirock who was also blinded beside him.

"Stop howling, the blinding effect will disappear after a while."

Mr. Shubi Rock, who was full of tears and nose, stopped crying immediately when he heard the voice of Knight Crowe: "Hey, is it?"

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The mercenary Gerardo sensed a killing intent from behind.

This made his skin crawl all over. How long, how long has it been since he felt such fear like this.

Start by killing the first enemy?

Or from the hundredth civilian he killed?

The big sword in his hand seemed to no longer feel invincible, and he regretted it a bit. He should accept the leader's suggestion, save a part of each commission, and replace himself with some better equipment.

For example, a blinding white light can be emitted from a weapon.

Following the induction, he swung the big sword in the direction of the killing intent.

But at this moment, the big sword only touched part of the thing slightly.

So fast!

Then my heart felt cold, and hot blood spurted out. The trusty iron armor was useless and failed to block the enemy's attack.

The young fighter who weighed over a hundred kilograms collided with him.

In an instant, the mercenaries fell apart.