Many gritted their teeth and looked coldly at the undead assassin who was holding two swords in his hands.
The undead suddenly pounced forward, one sword in front of the other, and instantly rushed towards Many like a bolt of lightning!
"Clang!"
Many clenched his teeth and held the steel dagger tightly with both hands. While enduring the pain, he found that his legs were weak — he was almost forced to kneel on the ground by the undead's sword!
Strong!
The undead was very strong!
Before Many could think, the second sword came from behind and went straight for Many's ribs!
His arms were stiff, and he wanted to dodge, but he found that his back was in pain, and he couldn't twist his body — if the sword went down, his stomach would definitely be cut open!
Many did not doubt the power of the sharp crescent sword.
F * ck!
He died just like that?
"Ding!
— Chi! "
Many felt the pressure on his arms loosening. He looked carefully and saw that the sword that was sure to hit was blocked by Noda who suddenly appeared in front of him. Then, he lifted his hand and swung it, instantly shaking off the undead's sword!
Noda looked at the undead in front of him cautiously, and he was also shocked — he had used all his strength to help Many block the sword just now, but because he used too much force, the space between his thumb and index finger was torn!
The undead looked at Noda with his gray eyes, and did not say anything. Without any warning, he slashed with his two swords again!
Norda's two swords tilted to the side, his figure moving nimbly like a swallow in a storm of swords. Facing the powerful attacks of his opponent, he did not take them head-on. His swords tilted to the side to block several attacks, dissipating 80% to 90% of the force. After that, he launched a fierce counterattack!
Unlike Many, Noda's close combat swordsmanship could be said to be taught by a famous master, but Many had never heard Noda mention who his master was.
His two swords were like snakes wandering around his body, entangling the undead's two swords. When he counterattacked, each of his moves did not leave the enemy's vital points, and he actually gained the upper hand in an instant!
Many held their daggers and turned around to retreat — both sides were dual-wielders, and their swords were fatal. Many understood that their close combat skills were not good, and if they rushed in rashly, they would definitely be a hindrance to Noda.
His greatest strength was that he knew his own limits in battle. He would do what he should do and not do what he shouldn't do!
The camp was turned upside down by the sudden appearance of a large number of assassins. Many people endured the pain, clenched their teeth, picked up their crossbows and aimed at the assassins of the Bloodhand Thieves who were fighting with other mercenaries.
Seven or eight of the mercenaries were killed by the sneak attack. The assassins that appeared later were entangled by the mercenaries who were already mentally prepared, so they were unable to display their full power. Many of the mercenaries raised their crossbows and shot, each arrow taking a life. In the blink of an eye, another three of the enemy had fallen!
Noda dodged the first slash, but the second slash landed on his shoulder. His opponent was stronger than him!
Noda was very clear about this. He had already tried his best to block, but because of the opponent's excessive strength, his wrist was injured. Now, his hands were gradually unable to support themselves, and he was at a disadvantage!
Noda stabbed out with his sword, but it was casually blocked by the opponent. Seeing this, Noda quickly swung his sword and prepared to block, but he found that the opponent suddenly took a step back, and then put his two swords together. He no longer attacked, but instead turned around and disappeared into the black fog!
What's going on?
He retreated just like that?
Noda vigilantly looked around, and he was not confused by the opponent's movement.
"Noda!
Are you still alive? "Many panting voices came from afar.
"I'm still alive!" Noda replied, but he was still on guard, with his two swords on both sides of him.
"They've suddenly retreated. Everyone, come here!
Gather together! "Many paused, endured the pain, and continued to shout," All those who are alive, form up!
Those who are not up, get up! "
The situation in the camp was not good. It could be said that the other party was a well-trained team of assassins. After the first wave of fierce attacks had knocked down several mercenaries, they saw that the mercenaries were resisting strongly, so they attacked and retreated without hesitation!
They advanced and retreated, and were very difficult opponents!
If it were not for the power of the crossbows, perhaps the mercenaries on duty tonight would have suffered more losses.
However, the camp had indeed suffered heavy losses.
The leader of the mercenaries was directly pierced through the heart by an assassin, and there were no less than ten corpses lying around. Some were assassins who had been shot, but most were mercenaries who had been killed by a sneak attack.
Many were trying their best to maintain order. At this time, Big Beard Carl had already gotten up. His face was full of shock and fear as he looked at the mess on the ground. Panic quietly spread in the camp.
Especially when the leader who had promised him that there would be no problems tonight, was now lying on the ground with his eyes open. This made the merchant's legs suddenly go weak.
The iceberg beauty came out from the tent, frowned, and wanted to reprimand Many. Because the battle was too fast, the loudest sounds from the beginning to the end were the screams and groans of the few people who had died. For an iceberg beauty who had never encountered danger before, this level of noise was not enough to wake her up. However, the subsequent orders to form up woke her up from her dream. She was very annoyed, so she put on her clothes and wanted to reprimand Many, but she found that the surrounding atmosphere was a little strange.
When she looked closely, there were a few people lying on the ground. Their bodies were badly mutilated, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood that made people want to vomit. She had never seen such a scene before, and her face instantly became very ugly. She covered her mouth and looked at the remaining mercenaries.
When she saw the person who shouted loudly just now gritting his teeth and taking off his leather armor and shirt with cold sweat all over his forehead, revealing the horrifying knife wounds on his back and the clothes stuck to his back because of blood, this woman who was usually as cold as an iceberg couldn't take it anymore. She lowered her head and ran to the side to vomit.
Noda cautiously retreated to Many's side. Looking at the people who were treating their injuries, he was still a little worried. He went to his tent and took out his luggage. He quickly set up a few hidden alarms around the camp. Only then did he reluctantly feel relieved. He sheathed his sword and walked back.
Many's back was previously injured by the necromancer's explosion, and this time, he was slashed by the undead assassin. This could be said to have formed an enmity with the undead!
Many's face was covered in cold sweat from the pain. He tore off the bandage that was stuck to the blood, bit open the wine bottle that a mercenary brought over, and poured the wine on his back.
"Hiss — —" Many's upper body was bare, and his muscles were tight. At this moment, because he was enduring the severe pain, his blood vessels were stretched out. Under the not too bright bonfire, his chiseled muscles were like a sculpture. This made a few of the caravan's attendants who were full of awe feel ashamed.
Noda took out a bandage to help Many bandage his wounds. After Many put on the lacerated leather armor again, he carefully rolled up his sleeves to bandage his own knife wound.
"What the hell is going on?
Why did they suddenly retreat? "
Noda's heart palpitated when he thought of the undead with amazing strength. He couldn't help but ask the question that had been puzzling him for a long time.
Many's face was still a little pale, but it was obvious that the pain had subsided. He still habitually spun the dagger in his hand. Looking at the dagger that was chipped by the undead assassin, Many kept thinking about something.
"It should be the guy who first came to test our strength. This battle was really stupid!
They took the initiative in every aspect. "Many stared at the chipped dagger in his hand and frowned deeply." But why did the undead participate?
When did the Blood Hand Bandits become the undead's subordinates? "
Then, Many suddenly thought of something and cursed in a low voice, "Damn!
I remember that the letter mentioned it!
It said that the Blood Hand Bandits can provide help to the necromancer. Damn, this is troublesome! "
"It seems that the necromancer's action this time is very big." Noda sighed, and then spat out a mouthful of saliva. "This group of b * tches!"
Noda saved Many's life at the critical moment, but the two didn't mention it again. True brothers wouldn't talk about it, but would always keep it in their hearts.
The temporary mercenary captain died in the attack just now. His body was quickly placed together with the other mercenaries who died with him. After sorting out his belongings, he was cremated.
As for the assassins who were shot by Many, their equipment was stripped and thrown outside the camp. Their corpses were scattered in the wilderness.
This was the reality, the incomparably cruel reality.
The iceberg girl who previously mocked and ridiculed Noda silently stood behind her father. Her eyes were complicated as she looked at the two bandaged people who were chatting indifferently. They were the only two people who made an effective counterattack in this attack. No one knew what she was thinking.
The vice captain took over the mission of the dead captain. After reorganizing the team and assigning night duty and patrol duty, he resumed his night duty.