"Enemy attack!!!!!"
At the same time as Many shouted, he already rolled sideways behind the nearest tree. At the same time, a sharp arrow quickly brushed past the corner of his clothes, nailing into the neck of an archer behind Many who didn't have time to make any movements, blood splashing out.
"From what I can see, there are twelve people and four archers!
Cover me, you bastard!
What are you waiting for!
Hurry up and find cover! "
Many couldn't be bothered to be courteous with his teammates who he had just known for two days. In Many's opinion, these mercenaries with an average strength of grade 4 were much more reliable than being a mercenary. They were actually bitten by a grade 2 wild boar that accidentally barged into their camp. If it wasn't for Many's timely rescue, this sleepy trash would have immediately become the biggest joke in Calo City's Vine Bar. However, it wasn't important now. Many glanced at the unlucky bastard who had his neck pierced by an arrow. It was obvious that he didn't have to face the ridicule of those animals in the bar anymore.
Many threw the machetes they had used to open the path to the ground. These machetes were extremely heavy and not suitable for killing people. If the enemy was slightly more agile, they wouldn't even be able to cut a hair with these machetes.
Thus, Many leaned against the tree that was used as cover and began to load their crossbows. Their teammates had already begun to counterattack. The enemy's numbers were more than double their own. Their team originally had five people, but after one of them died in the ambush, other than this mercenary who was labeled as a grade 6 scout, there were still two grade 4 warriors and a grade 3 archer. The difference in strength between them and the enemy was very obvious. The arrow just now was extremely powerful, and Many estimated that it was shot from at least 80 meters away. In other words, the archer's strength was at least grade 4 and above. In theory, they had no chance of winning.
"This group of scum, they actually started to openly rob and kill mercenary groups!
Barto!
Barto!
Raise your shield, don't use your f * cking machete, retreat!
Retreat! "
The self-proclaimed Tier 4 Warrior bellowed as he made a wise decision. However, it was clear that shaking off his pursuers in this forest wasn't going to be easy. He had no choice. Regardless of whether he succeeded or failed, he had to struggle for a bit.
Many of the crossbows were forged by the elven blacksmith in Karo City. This was the weakness of elves. It was easy to be an enemy, but difficult to be a friend. Many gave him all the commission he earned in the past two months to forge this handheld crossbow that was ahead of the times. Many quickly strung the three strings, skillfully inserted the crossbow bolt into the crossbow case, and began to carefully observe the situation of the enemy.
There were seven people in his line of sight. Earlier, there were around twelve. Now, five people had disappeared from his line of sight. However, he couldn't care less. He raised his crossbow and pulled the trigger at the three people in warrior attire rushing towards him.
Beng beng beng!
With three consecutive sounds of the bowstring, the three unlucky fellows at the very front fell to the ground. Within a range of fifty meters, the crossbow's power was at its maximum. Many didn't even look back and quickly hid behind a tree. Within two seconds, he had strung the crossbow and bolted out horizontally.
He wasn't running. Instead, he was charging forward like a wild beast. What was even more shocking was that he held the crossbow in his left hand and supported himself with his right hand from time to time. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the enemy's line of sight.
A muffled groan came from not far away. Judging from the direction of the sound, it should be one of their own. It seemed that the situation wasn't good. After three of the enemy's people fell, the nearest enemy was at least seventy meters away. However, the enemy had more people and was currently closing in on them.
Many immediately realized that this might be a trap. Although it might be an old trick to surround three people, it was definitely practical. The few people who disappeared from their line of sight might have already circled to the back. Furthermore, the enemy's actual number was definitely more than what they saw. Those who were familiar with this group of scum bandits knew that they were just like those hateful goblins. If they didn't have an absolute advantage in numbers, they wouldn't take the risk to attack.
Many broke out of the encirclement in the direction of the enemy. Reality proved that his gamble was correct. The archer who ran the fastest on his side let out a blood-curdling scream as he was stabbed to the ground by an assassin who was hiding behind him. Then, he was stabbed twice and died. All of this happened thirty meters behind Many. Bartho, who had just been called out by the group leader, gave up on escaping. He threw down his shield and roared as he fought with the few assassins who were following behind him.
This stupid donkey, are you holding a long, two-handed sword and chopping people in the forest?
Many gave up on the idea of rescuing Bartho without even looking back. If they broke out of the encirclement now, they might still be able to escape. However, as long as they were surrounded, they would immediately be finished. Just as he was thinking about it, Bartho let out an angry roar from behind. His sword was stuck on a big tree beside him. Bartho, who didn't even have time to react, was stabbed in the heart.
Without stopping, Many charged towards the three enemies who were surrounding him. There were two warriors at the front and one archer at the back. It was a standard attacking position. Many lowered his body and stared closely at the two warriors who were rapidly closing in on him. When he was ten meters away from them, he suddenly stopped and rolled to the side, as if he had predicted a sneak attack. Then, he stood up and raised his crossbow to shoot two arrows at the archer in the distance. The archer was obviously prepared for this. When he heard the sound of the crossbow string, he immediately rolled to the side to dodge. However, just as his body dodged the first arrow, the second arrow that followed immediately pierced through his shoulder blade, causing him to fall to the ground.
The last remaining arrow from the crossbow was nailed into the head of the saber-wielding bandit who was five meters away from him. The other party clearly didn't have as fast of a reaction speed as the archer. The powerful penetrating force of the crossbow shot him to the ground, causing his brain to splatter everywhere. The bandit at the side was stunned for a moment, but he immediately swung his sword and slashed over. After being in a bandit group for so many years, he was already used to seeing life and death. It was as if he didn't care about the death of his teammates at all.
Many let go of the crossbow and directly threw it away. When he raised it again, he was already holding a dagger. His body flashed and he dodged a vertical slash from the opposite side. Before the other party could change his move, he had already closed in on him. With a clean and efficient special forces killing technique, he strangled the other party's neck and tripped his feet. Then, he stabbed his sword three times into the other party's neck, left chest, and the back of his knee. Just like that, the tall and strong man went to meet the king of hell without a word.
After that, Many followed up with a final stab to the terrified archer who hadn't breathed his last. He held his breath and listened carefully for any movement.
In his own group, only the leader was still struggling to hang on. However, the gradually weakening sounds of fighting indicated that the situation wasn't good. Many decisively picked up their crossbows and glanced at the dazzling red border on the corpse's sleeve. Then, they flashed away from the battlefield.
Many had excellent hiding skills. This was what he was best at as a former mercenary and sniper. After coming to this strange world for more than half a year, Many gradually realized the difference between himself and this world.
He didn't know the 'stealth' or 'eagle eye' skills that a 'scout' should have. Although Many felt that those mercenaries who mocked him were crazy, but when he personally saw an assassin who made a bet with him in the bar 'melt' into thin air, which was also 'stealth', he was so shocked that he almost threw away the rum in his hand.
At first, they thought that they had arrived at a relatively backward world of cold weapons. But now, they understood that it was a mystical world, a world of magic and miracles. Soon, those who were highly adaptable quickly accepted the fact and began their second life as a mercenary.
Many had to admit that Many was talented. According to the Mercenary Guild's evaluation, his strength had already reached the sixth level, which was also the limit that most people in this world could reach. "Once you break through this limit, you will enter another realm, the realm of the strong." This was what the bards in the bar told Many when they boasted about it.
After coming to this world, Many found that their bodies were very different from before. Their senses were much sharper, their strength was almost four to five times stronger than before, and their stamina was incredible. There was always an inexplicable force in their body that kept them going through life and death battles again and again. Gradually, Many no longer felt surprised and went back to their old profession — mercenary.
The mercenaries in this world were a little different from the ones he had come into contact with in the past. He used to be on the frontlines of conflicts between countries, dealing with guns and corpses all day long. However, the mercenaries here accepted all kinds of missions, such as hunting magical beasts, collecting herbs, and even running errands for nobles. In short, there were all kinds of strange things. Many of the most commonly received missions of war conflicts and assassinating political enemies had never appeared in the Mercenary Guild before.
Although they didn't have a fixed property, the Vine Bar provided them with a decent house, food to eat, soup to drink, and a glass of the famous local 'Melancholy Sanchero' every weekend at the Vine Bar — a special brew of the elves. Although the name made Many's balls ache, these days were pretty good.
Thinking about the delicious fruit wine, Many licked his dry lips and swallowed his saliva, feeling his way in the direction of Karo City in the dark.
A low murmur suddenly sounded in Many's mind. After coming to this world, Many's mind had been inexplicably ringing with this kind of voice. He couldn't hear what it was saying clearly, but it seemed to be full of longing and often led him in an unknown direction.
Usually, Many was able to control this kind of murmur. He always thought that it was an illusion after physical and mental exhaustion. However, today, the murmur in his mind was like an oncoming tsunami that could topple mountains and overturn seas. Many couldn't resist it at all. He only felt a buzzing sound in his mind, and he uncontrollably changed the direction of his steps and walked towards an unknown forest.
At this time, many felt like they were puppets being controlled by someone, walking mechanically. They could feel everything around them, including their own body sensations, but they couldn't control their legs. After struggling for a long time, many gave up resisting and let their bodies walk into the unknown in this forest known as the "Dark Moon Forest".
The pitch-black forest even blocked out the moonlight. Many absentmindedly discovered that all the sounds around him had disappeared, including the sound of insects in the forest that shouldn't have disappeared.
Suddenly, Many felt a wave of pressure. That feeling was like the intense push of an airplane when it took off and accelerated, causing their muscles to tighten. It also felt like they were submerged in ice water, as if they had stepped into another dimension. Many widened their eyes and tried hard to control their trembling body and mind. They wanted to find something in the faint light, but they suddenly found that their feet had stopped moving.
Many tried to move their bodies and were pleasantly surprised to find that their bodies were under their control again. However, after feeling happy, they immediately raised their vigilance and lowered their center of gravity. The inexplicable pressure made their hands and feet tremble, especially their fingers. The standard tactical action of drawing a dagger, which had been repeated countless times, almost dropped the dagger due to the trembling of their fingers.
The murmur in Many's mind didn't stop. Instead, it became even louder with undisguised excitement. Many tried hard to control their minds and carefully identified the surrounding terrain.
The result shocked him to the point that his jaw dropped.
Under the faint moonlight, a circular pit with a diameter of more than 30 meters lay quietly in front of Many like a crime scene. Many could even clearly feel that the inexplicable and powerful pressure came from the center of the pit. However, when he jumped into the pit and approached to carefully observe the object in the middle of the pit, the shining dagger silently fell to the ground in shock and trembling. It was lightly inserted into the soil that had been crystallized because of the high temperature.
What a big … claw!