Demon Lord

Masola ran with Erwin in front of him, and the round shield of the other party was also painted with dye, and there was not even a reflection under the dim light reflected by the surrounding buildings. However, their weapons and armor inevitably made a clang clang clang collision sound. Just as they ran eastward for 300 meters along the quiet street, a patrol team wandering with lanterns appeared in front of them.

What are you doing?! Stop!

There was a shout from ahead, and Masola's muscles tensed immediately. He clenched his fist blades tightly and was about to take a step forward, but he saw Erwin in front of him speeding up sullenly. At the same time, he reached out and took off the shield in his hand. He drew out the scimitar and slammed into it without any nonsense!

What are you doing!?

Get out of the way

Bang bang bang!

There were continuous impact sounds, and when Marsola rushed forward, four of these five people were directly knocked over, and the last one was stabbed through the stomach by Erwin's machete on the spot, and then kicked away by him.

The soldier who fell to the ground and screamed looked at the approaching Masuola with horror on his face. The latter held the fist blade in his hand and clenched his teeth, but without any hesitation, he bent down and stretched out his fist on the spot, piercing through with a puchi. The opponent's neck!

Ho...ho...

The patrolling soldier whose trachea had been severed struggled hard, but Masuola's second blow directly poked him silent. The splattered blood stained the skirt of his chest red. Massora held the fist blade tightly and pulled out the fist blade after confirming that the opponent's pupils were dilated and the limbs were hanging down.

The special company is not the soldiers in the ordinary training camp. They are troops whose overall strength has reached advanced level 5 or above. They are also troops that have actually raided four or five batches of horse thieves and bandits for exercises. Even without these actual combat training, 90% of the troops The above are veterans and strongmen who have experienced several wars. It is precisely because of their extraordinary physical fitness that they can perform most stably in the rigorous airborne training and actual combat.

Marsola is the least senior among them, so he has to be strong in heart, and he doesn't want to be left behind.

Follow!

Erwin didn't even look back, he threw the blood on the scimitar to the ground, put the knife back into the sheath, and then continued to run forward.

Masola gritted her teeth and followed. After a group of people passed through the long street, Erwin suddenly drew his knife and locked his eyes on a figure standing by the side of the street.

It was an honest-looking tavern bartender, but he held a metal wolf's head emblem in his hand. When Erwin saw it, he said directly: Dark clouds!

Thunder and lightning!

After the simple slogan is matched,

Masola knew that the other party was the eyeliner of the CIA in this city. The latter did not talk nonsense, and said: Viscount Cattelan is not in the Earl's Mansion today, and went to another nobleman's mansion to attend a banquet in the afternoon, which is just three streets away!

How exactly?

Go straight forward. I have asked someone to draw the road signs under the street lamps, and you can find them after you teach them.

receive.

Elson gave a military salute, and the latter responded with a military salute. The group turned their heads and continued to move forward, while the agent who looked like a bartender turned around and returned to the tavern not far away, without any flaws.

Masola only learned about the execution method of this battle plan from the platoon leader, but she didn't expect that Efta's core area behind the enemy's rear had penetrated to such a degree. With the explanation of the CIA agent, the whole team quickly ran towards the target location. Although there was no patrolling team along the way, Masola could still hear the sound of her own heartbeat...

After all, this is the hinterland of the enemy's strength. Apart from the group of people in front of them, another 200 people have rushed to the city wall and various key areas, but according to the data, the total force of the city is more than 2,000...

More than 200 people faced more than 2,000 armed enemies in a town with a population of 30,000. This feeling of being an enemy is extremely stressful for anyone.

Masola remembered what Commander Soderol said when he joined the Special Company, A special company is born to be surrounded by enemies!

We are not ordinary infantry, we are a special company...

Masola continued to strengthen her beliefs and kept up with Erwin's progress.

A right arrow drawn with white lime appeared under the torches on the side of the street. Erwin moved forward, and when he came to a corner, he made a tactical gesture. The sound of the armor colliding disappeared almost instantly, and all the soldiers immediately put up a standard defensive formation, drew their weapons and knelt on standby.

Erwin poked his head out of the wall and looked into the distance. There were two rows of carriages parked on the street fifty meters away, and the stench of horse manure could be smelled far away. And the most conspicuous building among them is obviously the place where the nobles are having a banquet...

Things are more complicated than imagined. Because the plan was to directly attack the mansion, the only ones to face were Viscount Cattelan's guards. But right now there are more than ten carriages at the banquet, and according to the usual practice, each of the nobles present has more than four guards, so apart from those nobles, the number of combat-capable enemies present exceeds this special platoon that performs the beheading mission.

Masola!

Erwin called his name suddenly, and Masola, who was standing aside, responded immediately: Yes!

Scout the enemy.

yes!

Marsola's lips were tightly pursed, he put away his fist blade, turned around and ran directly towards the stone building next to the closed door, his body climbed up to the top of the third floor like a gecko, and then quietly observed from the commanding heights two minutes.

He returned shortly afterwards and reported the results to Erwin in a low voice. The latter thought for a few seconds, and ordered: Rush into the hall within ten seconds. The first squad will cover the second squad to perform the task of breaking the door and assist in solving the rushing guards. The third squad will guard the gate. The commanding heights of the battle situation will help others depending on the situation. I'll go, go in and grab Viscount Cattelan directly!

After speaking, he slapped his head and glanced into the distance: Attack in a minute.

This minute is for the squad leader to inform all team members of the task execution content. In order to ensure that everyone knows what they should do, this is something that must be done before each battle. Masola belonged to the fourth squad with the strongest combat effectiveness. There were six barbarian soldiers, three human veterans, and him, the tiefling, in the team. Everyone looked at each other in silence, and then collectively looked at Erwin.

The latter took off his shield, drew out his scimitar, and ordered: Start!

The first team and the second team rushed out immediately, and the third team and the fourth team followed behind. Masola looked at the silent sprinting troops in front of him, only feeling the adrenaline in his body soaring at a high speed. The driver in the distance shouted, and the frightened horses neighed uncomfortably, but the sound of the machine crossbow detonating quickly drowned out everything. The shout came from the front, and Masola knew that it was a group of people who started to fight.

Passing through the horse-dung-smelling carriage, the team rushed into the mansion without hindrance. With a loud bang, the door was slammed open, and the orange light inside the house illuminated the dark road.

Go! Go! Go!

Soldiers from the first and second teams entered quickly, holding short soldiers in their hands, in order to fight better in the narrow area. The four crossbowmen of the third team had already shot several soldiers rushing over on both sides with their machine crossbows. Amidst the screams of pain and the clash of blades, Massora followed Erwin and rushed into the hall.

As a result, he had just rushed in three steps, but suddenly he heard the barbarian charge forward, and at the same time he roared: Get out of the way!

Obedience to orders has become Masola's instinct, he immediately jumped out to the side, but when his body was in the air, a loud noise and a shock wave threw him to the side

boom!

The flames exploded, and hundreds of candles placed above the house were blown to the ground. Marsola uncontrollably hit the stone pillar next to him. Enduring the pain from his ribs, he raised his head and realized that In the center of the room stood a figure holding a staff.

Behind the magician was the terrified Viscount Cattelan, a distant nephew of Earl Milnor, but after the death of Earl Milnor, the succession of this territory fell under the instruction of Charles II on him.

The young Cattelan was originally just a baron on the verge of bankruptcy, but because of his obedience, he was promoted to viscount and inherited the rich Bergen territory. But his courage obviously didn't grow with his status. How could he have imagined that he would encounter such a calamity today when he was drunk and dreamed of picking up girls at the banquet all day long?

But the high-level magician sent to him by Charles II stood up at this time.

The special forces who rushed into the house first were like tigers rushing into a herd of sheep. Seeing that Viscount Cattelan was about to be captured alive, the magician pointed his wand straight ahead and cast the enhanced fireball stored in it. If Erwin hadn't rushed up in time Block it with your body, and the soldiers who just entered the door may not escape being burned to ashes!

Charles II's policy of emphasizing magicians finally played a certain role, but a high-level magician obviously couldn't stop these special forces.

Masola's ears were full of buzzing. Under the dim light, he saw all the well-dressed nobles lying on the ground staggeringly, and the falling candles lit the dresses of seven or eight noble ladies, and their Most of the hair was burnt. In contrast, the Efta soldiers got up from the ground and rejoined the battle.

They have locked the target on the mage and immediately started attacking.

The crossbow bolt hit the mage's shield, but it was deflected in the sound of cracking, and this mage is not a vegetarian, every time he raises the staff, the instant cone of ice, flame Shock can knock away comrades who are too late to dodge.

Massola gritted her teeth and stood up, and immediately ran to the other side with all her strength, using her arms and legs, and at the same time used her tail to hook the copper candlestick on the pillar and quickly approached the mage. The other party knew that it was difficult for him to resist so many enemies, so he was dragging Viscount Cattelan back, trying to leave through the back door at the other end of the room.

Massora jumped up suddenly at the right time, his body crossed a distance of seven or eight meters, and he had caught up with the opponent when he landed. He saw the mage suddenly aimed his staff at him, and he immediately crossed his hands In front of him, he made a gesture of blocking...

The retreating mage showed a sneer, because the thin guy in front of him was nothing compared to the barbarian soldier guy, and a simple flame shock was probably enough to blow him up to half-death. But when his spells gathered quickly and were about to be released, the target in front of him suddenly inflated like a balloon...

Marsola, who has the ability to transform, roared, and the flame shock blasted his body over three meters away, but it only burned a small part of his arm, and the impact of the explosion didn't even make him retreat step.

The reason why Masola's leather armor was only connected with ropes was to adapt to his huge figure after transformation.

He looked at the mage in front of him who wanted to continue casting spells, and slapped the opponent's staff directly. The explosion caused by the elemental disorder sent the opponent and Viscount Cattelan back several steps. But Masola ignored the explosion, and swiftly swung her arms. The opened fist blade looked like a metal claw, smashing the Frost Shield condensed with elements into pieces on the spot!