Many nervously looked at the well-trained killers in front of them. Their hands holding the crossbow trembled slightly.
Even with his strength, pulling the crossbow so many times was a little too much for him. Moreover, the wound on his back was getting more and more serious.
The mercenaries in the camp couldn't hold on any longer. The continuous battles and the sneak attacks from the enemy had caused the remaining mercenaries' morale to plummet. They were on the verge of collapsing. This wasn't good news for many of them.
Their only hope now was that the group of undisciplined people who had just chased after them would quickly return!
Many of the mercenaries who were leaning against the raised platform were angry at the mercenaries who did not listen to their orders. However, they could only sigh helplessly. After all, this was a temporary team. It was normal for this kind of thing to happen.
He took a deep breath of the fishy air and observed the situation in the field.
Currently, Big Beard Carl was being protected by five or six mercenaries as he retreated to the center of the camp, which was next to the carriage beside the high platform. The other five or six mercenaries were besieging them, and it was obvious that they had a great advantage. The mercenaries who were protecting Carl were already covered in injuries, and one of them couldn't even lift his shield with his left arm, which was hanging limply at the side.
Almost all the mercenaries in the field were dead or injured. The only ones left standing were this group of people and many Noda!
At present, the mercenaries were on the verge of collapse.
Sweat flowed down their cheeks to their chins and dripped to the ground. Many of them did not have time to wipe their sweat. They held their breaths and loaded the crossbow to support Karl.
The sound of air being torn flashed. Many of them tensed up and shouted in their hearts, "Oh no!"
This time, he did not have time to dodge. He could only raise the crossbow in his hand to block.
"Clang!"
With a loud sound, many of them knelt on the ground.
The string of the crossbow in their hands was broken by an unassuming crescent-shaped machete.
Half of the crossbow flew out, and when the bowstring snapped, a "Pa!" sound rang out, causing the entire camp to fall into a solemn silence!
Many of them could not withstand such a powerful force and fell to the ground!
Fortunately, he did not get hit. He quickly let go of the crossbow in his hand and dodged another machete. He rolled to the side and disappeared into the black fog without looking back.
Avoid the sharp edge and deal the most effective damage!
This was the creed of war that many adhered to. If one couldn't fight against an enemy, then one should look for an enemy that one could deal with. Trying to be a hero was always seeking death.
Henry swung his saber and pulled out the curved blade from the crossbow. He glanced at the direction where many people had disappeared and was about to chase after them. However, just as he took the first step, his expression suddenly turned serious and he disappeared from the spot with a "pu"!
A black light flashed, and Noda's sword slashed horizontally across the position where Henry's neck had just been, but it did not hit anything!
At the same time, Noda, who had just appeared in the air, held his sword horizontally in his left hand. Before he turned his head, he had already blocked his back.
Clang!
The crescent-shaped machete first hit the sword in Noda's left hand, and then another machete followed, slashing at Noda's neck with unparalleled momentum!
Noda suddenly leaned back, and the curved tip of the opponent's machete cut Noda's purple hair, but it was only a few centimeters away from Noda's forehead!
As Noda leaned back, the black blade silently stabbed at Henry's abdomen. Henry turned his machete and blocked the blade. The other machete followed and slashed at Noda's arm. Noda blocked the blade horizontally, and the machete was suddenly cut along the blade!
The two exchanged blows in an instant, but found that they could not do anything to each other. However, just as Henry took a step back and was ready to fight again, he suddenly seemed to feel something.
He turned his stiff head and looked around with his dull eyes. He suddenly found that his assassins had begun to be at a disadvantage under the sneak attack!
At this moment, there was a noise in the forest beside the open space. A group of figures hurriedly walked out of the forest and ran back to the camp. It was the mercenaries who had just chased after the assassins!
The situation of the battle was suddenly reversed!
A strange look flashed in Henry's gray eyes, and then he decisively made a decision. With a flip of his hand, a small black bead appeared. He then threw it into the sky, turned around, and went into stealth mode, disappearing in front of Noda!
The bead suddenly exploded in the air, but there was no sound. It was just that Henry and Noda suddenly felt a "boom" in their minds, and their vision instantly went blank!
Spiritual Shock!
After a few seconds, the two of them came back to their senses. But when they looked around, the assassins who were still fiercely attacking just now retreated like the tide. They did not even look at their injured companions, and disappeared into the shadows of the forest one by one.
The crisis was resolved!
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, but they did not slack off. They immediately began to treat the injured, and at the same time, gave the assassins who were not dead a final blow!
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Elena looked around blankly, and found that they were all familiar figures of the mercenary corps. Finally, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
She did not care about the blood on her face and the dirt all over her body. She climbed up awkwardly, forcibly suppressed the discomfort in her stomach, and nervously looked around for her father.
Finally, in the middle of a group of mercenaries, Elena found the frightened and exhausted figure of her father. Seeing that her father was still alive, Elena rushed over and hugged her father in pain.
Immediately, she remembered the figure who saved her from the brink of death. If it was not for him, she was afraid that she would have been one of those people!
With red eyes, Elena looked at the place where the mercenaries piled up the corpses. The broken limbs and the horrifying expressions of those who died with their eyes open made her quickly unable to bear it, and she looked away.
But at this moment, there was an indescribable feeling spreading in her heart.
There was regret, awakening, and a kind of emotion.
She was about to turn 20 years old, and it was the age where she was full of dreams. Her father's business was rich, and coupled with her father's power and status, she had always lived a life without worrying about food or clothing. It could be said that most of the nobles in the Empire of Saint Reims did not live as luxuriously as she did. Because of this, she had cultivated a sense of arrogance, and did not care about the poor at all.
There was even one time when a baron personally came to invite her to a dinner party, just because the baron's clothes were really not up to Elena's standards. With the baron's status, it was really embarrassing for Elena to do so. But what was the result?
After the baron left in embarrassment, he never made similar requests again. Because of the great power of the Kratos Business, even if he was just the person in charge of a region, ordinary nobles could not afford to offend him.
What about now?
Elena looked at her pale father. Her father, who had been sheltering her from the wind and rain, almost died. If he died, could she still be as domineering as before?
The answer was self-evident.
Looking at her hands that were covered in mud and blood, and her clothes that were once beautiful but were now filthy, Elena laughed mockingly. She laughed at herself for being too arrogant. So what if she had a high status and status?
If it weren't for the guy who she looked down on, so what if I'm the king of Saint-Rames?
Damn it, I still have to be like those corpses, lying cold on the dirty ground!
In the face of life, everything else is bullsh * t!
Elena limped forward. Her knee that was hidden under her robe was bleeding, but she did not even frown at this moment. At this moment, she seemed to be a different person. She walked slowly and firmly, not toward her father, but toward Noda, who was re-bandaging many wounds.
Elena's beautiful face was covered in blood and looked a little hideous. Her blonde hair was disheveled because of the coagulated blood. When she stood in front of Noda, Noda did not even recognize who she was.
However, Elena bowed solemnly. Her arrogance that she had never lowered her head before seemed to have been washed away by this bitter battle. After getting rid of her overbearing arrogance and coldness, Elena displayed a different kind of temperament. Or perhaps it should be said that she had an aura that no one could ignore. Even though she was only nineteen years old, the steady confidence that came from a merchant family had already begun to show its brilliance.
Elena did not even bother to think about how different her current appearance was from her usual spotless appearance. She simply lowered her head and spoke softly as if she was talking to a friend, "I am Regulus Elena, and I thank you for saving my life, Your Excellency."