The Bandits, whose morale had plummeted, couldn't avoid fighting with the mercenary guards. Suddenly, swords flashed, and screams resounded through the Dark Moon Forest.
The Blood Hand Bandits didn't even leave a reserve team behind as they rushed into the camp in a disorderly manner.
The mercenaries fought back bravely, and the Bandits were in a stalemate for a while.
Many of the mercenaries leaned against the shields used for protection and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads. Because of the continuous pulling of the crossbow, the injury on their backs was somewhat unbearable.
The bandits weren't stupid enough to speak up.
All the archers stayed in the distance, constantly shooting in groups to create a suppressive effect. This indeed caused some casualties in the mercenary group. Several followers were injured by the arrows. Because the mercenaries were mixed with the Bandits, they didn't suffer too much pressure. Instead, after the other side discovered this high platform, they began to concentrate their firepower to attack here, which had some effect. Just now, a stray arrow hit the chest of many nearby archers.
Of course, after discovering the enemy's archers, they had already eliminated no less than five archers. The remaining archers were intimidated by the terrifying accuracy of the archers, and they couldn't bear the pressure and scattered in confusion.
This was the role of a sniper, to give the enemy a strong psychological pressure and the greatest effective damage!
But the highlight of the whole battlefield wasn't Noda. It was Noda.
Simple-Minded, stupid, a bit lecherous, but also lacking in courage. This was the common impression that everyone who knew Norda had of him. However, the Norda on the battlefield was like a completely different person — he moved like a ghost, and every time he stabbed out with his sword, he would reap a life!
The casualties of the Bandits and the mercenary groups were rising. But because the mercenary groups had made various preparations, and there were many accurate long-range shooting points, the number of Bandits decreased sharply.
But the Bandits weren't soft persimmons. They were also carrying out a fierce counterattack!
Ranke roared and slashed fiercely. As a Grade Six Warrior, his sword actually split a mercenary's back facing him from the shoulder!
"Damn!
Kill them all! "
Ranke was also in a killing frenzy. He had never encountered such a depressing situation. It seemed that there were more and more enemies in front of him. Looking around, he couldn't distinguish between friend and foe. The sound of killing mixed together, and the thick smell of blood was suffocating.
"You trash who grew up eating dog shit!
I'll kill — "Ranke roared and rushed to the mercenary closest to him. Unexpectedly, he was suddenly caught by an iron pincer under his feet. He was shocked and immediately slashed his sword at the metal trap under his feet. However, he found that after he slashed his sword down, the hard cast iron sword was tightly sucked to this inconspicuous trap!
Damn trap!
Rank gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain coming from his ankle. He desperately tried to pull the long sword away, but he found that the sword seemed to have melted into a trap that clamped his ankle. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it.
Just as he was about to loosen his grip on the sword and search for another way to pry open the trap that had caught him, a cold light flashed past. Noda's black sword, which did not reflect any light, suddenly appeared out of thin air!
The sword pierced through Ranke's chest and killed him in seconds!
Ranke usually had two confidants around him, but at this time, the chaotic battle had affected them, and they had no time to protect their boss. Although their boss was strong, this kind of melee gave Noda a chance to behead someone among hundreds of people!
However, when Ranke looked at the bleeding wound on his chest, his two confidants didn't even notice it. They were still waving their swords and slashing the mercenaries who rushed over.
Norda immediately sheathed his sword and turned around, disappearing into the black fog that he had created through stealth.
There was no lack of good fighters among the members of the bandit group. A two-meter-tall man was swinging a large hammer in his hand, not giving anyone a chance to get close to him. But when he used all his strength to smash a mercenary who had tripped and fallen to the ground, Noda's twin swords were like a ghost, twisting around the head of the mercenary who had bent over and poked it out. Like a pair of scissors, the swords sliced off the mercenary's large head!
The astonished expression was still lingering on the burly man's severed head. Then, the headless body collapsed to the ground.
As soon as Noda withdrew his swords, a guy waving a long sword behind him saw the scene in front of him and suddenly slashed at Noda with a roar. But before the sword reached Noda, his body froze. Noda didn't even look at the guy behind him. He turned around and disappeared.
The head of the guy who wanted to sneak attack Noda burst into a cloud of blood from the side, and then he slowly fell down. Many crossbow arrows pierced through the guy's skull!
The two tacitly harvested people's lives. If calculated, the casualties caused by the two of them were actually equal to the casualties caused by all the mercenaries in the camp!
The disorderly fighting style of the bandits had learned a clear lesson at this moment. They were divided into several large pieces by the mercenaries, and then they were nibbled away separately. Especially the tough ones among the bandits, almost all of them were harvested by many crossbow arrows and Noda's sharp sword when they just raised their morale!
When the leader of the bandits, Ranke, was killed, the bandits suddenly lost their mainstay!
They began to retreat, retreating out of the woodland. The morale of the mercenaries was high, and they waved the weapons in their hands to pursue the bandits. The situation looked good!
Because of the fierce battle, the mercenaries' physical strength was severely depleted. At this moment, the camp was suddenly empty!
The captain shouted orders, but found that there were only a few people who obeyed him. This was the shortcoming of a mercenary group: It may be peaceful at ordinary times, but when it came to an emergency, the orders often couldn't be effectively and quickly carried out.
There were more than 80 mercenaries in the group, and at this time, there were nearly 30 casualties in the camp. Most of them were the corpses and wounded of the bandits. However, the mercenaries who chased out were simply in a killing frenzy. They didn't care whether the camp needed guards or not. They shouted and followed into the woods outside the open space.
At this moment, the camp suddenly seemed empty. The followers of the caravan held their weapons for self-defense and looked around blankly. Many of them couldn't stand the corpses and the mess on the ground and immediately vomited on the side. Elena, holding a short sword in her hand, stood beside her father with an ugly face.
Big Beard Carl was a knowledgeable person, so he didn't vomit all over the place. He quickly adjusted his mood and immediately began to command his followers to carry the corpses and clean up the camp.
Elena clenched the hilt of the short sword. Her slightly trembling fingers and white knuckles showed that she was very emotional at the moment.
She glanced at the corpses that were dripping with blood, the wounded who were still alive and moaning in pain, and the many who jumped down from the high platform with crossbows and looked indifferently into the distance. Elena suddenly felt that her previous complacency and pride were too ridiculous. She couldn't even save her life, so how could she be proud?
How could she look down on others?
She glanced again, but she didn't see the elf who was with Many. The elf who had shamelessly tried to strike up a conversation with her but was slapped in the face.
Suddenly, she suddenly hoped that the fellow with a face that deserved to be slapped could still appear in front of her with a smile, and not be carried by his followers like a load of goods and thrown into the open space in the distance.
Elena shook her head. Why did she suddenly have such a thought?
She looked up and saw that Many was pulling out a crossbow bolt from the head of a fellow. After careful observation, she found that the crossbow bolt didn't deform too much, so she casually wiped it with the clothes of the fellow whose brains were scattered all over the ground and stuffed it back into the crossbow.
No matter how strong Elena's mental endurance was, she couldn't stand seeing this scene. She trotted to the side of a tree and opened her mouth to vomit.
But at this moment, something strange happened!