Chapter 182 Trap
Seeing the death of the deputy head of the ogre, Brian didn't stay any longer, and ran in the opposite direction of the mercenary group without hesitation.

Because he understands that the achievement of killing the deputy head of the mercenary group is much more real than killing more mercenary members tonight.

This alone was enough for him to leave contentedly.

In a small village filled with darkness.

The figure of Brian jumping on the roof is silent, like a leaf fluttering in the autumn wind, jumping from one roof to another one after another.

With the agility blessing of mithril chain armor, his balance is so good that no rough and smooth eaves can make him slip.

After a while, he easily left these leaderless mercenaries far behind and successfully escaped from the village.

Just when he was about to enter the dark forest, he accidentally found a campfire that had been missed.

He saw an orc and a half-orc arguing in the orc language. Brian understood their language, and heard that the two lazy guards were at odds over whether they should go to the village together for support.

Undoubtedly, the half-orc mercenaries said that they only need to abide by their duties, and there is no need to make trouble in the past.

The relatively simple-minded orcs looked at the burning village, driven by curiosity, wanting to see what happened.

Brian, who was hiding aside, didn't mind having two more mercenaries on his hunting list.

So his hand slid straight to the hilt at his waist, and rushed out without any scruples.

When the two guards heard his movement, they froze for a moment, then turned around and looked in the direction of the voice.

I just happened to see a strong and graceful figure standing in the knee-high bushes. His hand was holding the hilt of the sword that was about to be unsheathed, and the black cloak behind him was swinging in the night wind.

At this moment, Brian rushed towards them like an agile feline, so fast that the two guards couldn't react at all.

The orc picked up the two-handed sword in his hand, swung it down deftly and skillfully, trying to stop the life-threatening Brian.

The orcs drew out a pair of scimitars from their waists and rushed forward at the same time.

Feeling the tacit cooperation between the two mercenaries, Brian drew out another fine gold dagger with his left hand. Although he didn't have the dual-weapon combat expertise, with the blessing of the agility attribute, it was still easy to deal with the two mercenaries.

One of his long swords blocked the orc's two-handed sword, and the other fine gold short sword quickly blocked the two slashes of the half-orc's scimitar.

Then, taking this opportunity, he jumped forward and kicked out both feet at the same time, with one foot backward and the other forward, he directly left eye-catching footprints on the faces of the two mercenaries.

The half-orc mercenary staggered back. The kick just now made him lose his sense of direction. In order to prevent the enemy's next attack, he was dizzy. He held a scimitar in each hand and waved an airtight knife around him. film.

The orc mercenary also backed up. While backing up, he clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands and waved his weapon into the air.

When they regained their sense of balance together, they found that they were staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

"Where is the man?" the orc asked first.

As soon as he finished speaking, his burly body suddenly convulsed. Under the bleak moonlight, a sharp sword pierced through his chest. Before the blood that gathered at the tip of the sword dripped, the sharp sword disappeared immediately.

Brian's figure appeared from behind the half-orc without warning, and the fine gold dagger that shone with light golden luster cleanly cut the throat of the half-orc mercenary.

Blood gushed out in large swaths.

Brian watched the two mercenaries die in convulsions with a cold expression.

He could clearly feel that his killing intent was gathering bit by bit as the enemies continued to die. Every time he killed an enemy, the chill in his eyes and the desire to fight in his heart would condense.

It actually made him start to enjoy this kind of killing a little bit.

Because compared to killing evil humanoids, he believes that killing these humans or other intelligent races can inspire his inner fighting spirit.

Moreover, this kind of pleasure of piercing the flesh is completely different from him in the game world, standing at a distance, releasing spells safely, efficiently and comfortably.

So much so that after killing these two mercenaries, I felt a little unsatisfied in my heart.

Of course, this is also related to the exhilaration brought about by the continuous increase of his experience points, which is as comfortable as the number of his bank card is constantly jumping.

Although a bit unsatisfactory, Brian walked straight towards the forest.

As he continued to move forward, a lingering doubt began to gradually increase in his heart.

After he killed the deputy head of the plundering mercenary group, a group of mercenaries gathered behind him clearly, but from the moment he escaped from the village, the mercenaries were just symbols After a quick chase, they all retreated.

This made him realize that this battle was probably far from over.

Just as he imagined, he hadn't gone far when his expression suddenly became tense, and he unconsciously put his right hand on the hilt of his sword, and then stared coldly at all the bushes and weeds around him that could be used for hiding.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of soldiers with similar clothes and long halberds and short swords rushed towards him like a tsunami.

Although the visors on the standard helmets tightly sealed their faces, the black rose badges on their coats clearly indicated their identities.

What surprised him even more was that these soldiers did not carry long-range weapons. The purpose of doing so was probably to capture them alive.

Thinking of this, Brian suddenly remembered a dying half-orc mercenary he met in the evening.

The other party told him in the words that the deputy head of the storm mercenary group is planning how to lure the 'mad hunter' Carlot into a trap to completely solve this problem.

At first, when he heard this sentence, he didn't take it seriously.

Because he didn't know the elf ranger at all, so how could he remind him.

But after thinking about it carefully, he finally understood that his actions tonight might have jumped into the trap they specially prepared for the 'crazy hunter' Carlot by mistake.

This also explains why these mercenaries instinctively call him the wrong name when they see him.

However, what they didn't expect was that he was not an elf ranger at all, but a wizard with the jumping spell of the conjuration system.

In a small world where fourth-level spells cannot be released, he can come and go almost freely in the mercenary camp, and no one can leave his footsteps behind.

How could the trap they prepared for the ranger trap him, a battle mage with a rich list of spells?

It was because of his unintentional intervention that the lives of their deputy heads were put on the line.

And the group of rose soldiers that appeared in front of them, without thinking about it, must be the second trap left by Carlot, the 'mad hunter'.

This also explained that when the mercenaries saw him fleeing in this direction, they only chased him symbolically, and then all backed away.

After thinking everything through, Brian's gradually dissipating fighting spirit was instantly ignited like a rising flame.

After all, he had never used his swordsmanship to fight heartily under the siege of nearly a hundred heavily armed soldiers.

There is no doubt that his wish can be fulfilled tonight.

He immediately drew out his sharp sword, and with a thought, the "Arcane Memory" in the Arcane Fire was activated. In tonight's battle, more than half of the arcane energy consumed in his body was recovered in half in an instant.

At the same time, he activated the feature of "Natural Blessing" that increases the agility enhancement value, causing his agility attribute to soar directly to 24 points.

Feeling the pleasure brought by the attribute improvement, Brian held the hilt of his sword tightly, and met the group of Rose Army who came up like a tide alone.

Although his right shoulder was injured by the sharp arrow of the deputy head of the ogre, this kind of injury, which he endured almost every day during his training career as a teenager, naturally did not affect his attack.

Brian saw the well-equipped Rose Army quickly fanning himself around him, with hundreds of spears pointing at him in unison.

But what was strange was that this group of people clearly had an overwhelming advantage in numbers, and the slightly trembling hands of the soldiers seemed to be telling him that they were afraid of him.

Could it be that the reason for their fear is because the prestige of the elf ranger has had such a striking effect?Brian thought oddly.

So, without further hesitation, he raised the sharp sword he was gripping slightly, and then pulled out another sharp and deadly fine gold dagger, and then leaped forward, dodging the first dagger that stabbed him. spear.

Judging from the strength, the soldier's blow seemed to be hesitant, which made him realize that the Rose Army really planned to capture the elf ranger alive.

At the moment when he was stunned, several halberds struck from all around at the same time.

Brian, whose agility attribute had been greatly improved, flexibly dodged left and right, and took the opportunity to cut the nearest halberd in half with two clean slashes.

Then, before the broken halberd, which was perfectly combined with the ax and the spear, fell to the ground, he quickly put a short sword into its sheath with incredible skill, and his free hand grabbed the broken halberd like lightning, and stabbed it into it again. the chest of the soldier whose weapon had been destroyed.

The soldiers pressed forward step by step.

He lowered his body abruptly, dodging the sweeping blow with ease, then turned around, and slashed out with the sharp sword in his hand, leaving deep long lines on the thighs covered by leather pants in front of him. bloodstains.

With screams, all the soldiers who took the lead in the attack withdrew from the stage, unable to cause him any more trouble.

Taking this opportunity, Brian used his sharp sword to knock away a halberd that almost missed his hood at an extremely fast speed. With one lunge, he rushed to a soldier, and pointed at his hands with nothing. He chopped down mercilessly.

The sharp blade separated his hand from his arm without any suspense, and the twisted fingers seemed to be begging for mercy in pain.

The blood covered by the moonlight spewed out all at once, and this tragic scene shocked all the soldiers in an instant.

However, the group of soldiers occupying Greenwood Town had already seen more brutal killings, so this deterrence only bought Brian a few seconds.

Because of this, surrounded by groups of people, he struck mercilessly, white lights flashed one after another, and his sharp sword cut through the throats of soldiers one by one.

Soon, he noticed a small leader who was hard at work commanding.

When the eyes of the two met in the halberd forest, Brian, who was wielding a sharp sword, had already chopped down three soldiers blocking the way in a row, and rushed to him.

Then, amidst the unbelievable exclamation of the squad leader, he suddenly grabbed his collar and threw him to the middle of a group of soldiers holding halberds rushing forward, once again defusing the soldiers' attack.

Even though Brian at this time was like a barbarian in a berserk state, killing crazily among the soldiers, he could still clearly feel that more and more people were rushing from the direction of the woods and the village, which made him He realizes that his love for war will only bring people together.

Although he killed many soldiers, the remaining soldiers still surrounded him tightly. Fortunately, he was very agile, and he was able to dodge and move around, and he was still able to do a job with ease in the shadow of swords and swords.

His defensive mithril chain armor kept helping him counteract the thrusting halberds, and the sharp long sword frequently spread death among the attackers.

Finally, Brian, who didn't know how many people he had killed, began to feel that his physical strength was declining rapidly.

So with a thought, he activated the last "dimension jump" on the chain armor without hesitation, leaving a cloud-like halo in the dim light particles, and successfully escaped from the encirclement of the soldiers.

"there!"

A captain who was in charge of commanding the soldiers on the periphery was the first to spot Brian.

——"One-ring spell: Lesser Flame Ball!"

Taking advantage of the soldiers rushing towards him like a tide, Brian stood calmly on the spot, with his fingers dancing lightly in front of him, he swiftly drew out the spell posture, and the completed spell quickly formed a hissing fireball.

Amidst the unbelievable exclamations of countless people, with a thought, he deftly aimed at the fireball, which was constantly bursting with flames, and smashed it into the place where the soldiers were most densely populated.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and the exploding fireball exploded into balls of fire among the panicked crowd.

In an instant, a flame that was enough to illuminate the sky red swallowed up the howling soldiers.

Seeing the rapid increase of experience points like codes, Brian glanced at his labor success with satisfaction, and drew away to leave.

"Hey, let me tell you, your layout is too small. You are wasting your magic on this group of soldiers. If you have this spare time, you might as well deal with the deputy leader of the Rage Mercenary Group and Sir Durimo of Greenwood Town."

At this moment, a lazy voice came from behind him without warning.

Brian looked startled, clenched the sword in his hand vigilantly, and turned around suddenly.

A figure shrouded in a dark green cloak appeared in his line of sight. Under the bleak moonlight, the pair of amber eyes hidden in the hood made him particularly impressed.

Moreover, Brian could tell from the vicissitudes and melancholy in his eyes that he had seen the changes in the world for at least 500 years.

This is an elf ranger, he thought.

"I have killed the deputy head of the ogre." He said in a slightly cold tone.

"You killed that stupid guy who only knows how to fireball?"

The bright amber eyes of the elf ranger jumped twice in surprise, and said with a smile: "If that's the case, I can't come here in vain, just clean up this group of miscellaneous fish."

As soon as the words fell, the elf ranger walked past him like a ghost in the night, just like ordinary people walking through the fields, leisurely appearing on the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of killing and the smell of blood dominated by gunpowder smoke and flames suddenly gained the upper hand.

Bryan saw the rest of the soldiers rush up with a whoosh, like a flame that had not been extinguished, and surrounded the unexpected visitor again.

The fear of magic and the anger of the caster made the soldiers stab the enemy fiercely with their halberds.

This kind of scene is like spears raining down, he thought to himself.

It wasn't until this moment that Brian, who was a bystander, realized what a thrilling battle he had just experienced.

He quickly leaned against a big tree, adjusted his breathing, watched the killing with great interest, and threw a few zero-ring tricks from time to time to gain experience.

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(End of this chapter)

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