A Panda's Martial Arts

The departure of the elite warrior group will indeed make life in the refuge a lot sad, but no matter how sad it is, it will be much better than before the appearance of the Mad King.

What's more, the fact that the Kshatriya battle group is gone does not mean that there are no more fighters in the refuge. The trained monks can bring a team of mercenaries to explore some safe ruins that are far away from the alien territory.

Just at times like this...

38 alien races have assembled, and they vowed to destroy the refuge. Once the Kshatriya war group leaves at this time, the people in the refuge can only wait to die.

They chose a most critical period to ask for a price.

"It is impossible for the monastery to agree to their request. This is the last line."

The old monk sighed.

"Forget it, let's not talk about these troubles that can't be solved. Tell me about you, how did you gain from this trip?"

"Ah this..."

The bald youth immediately choked.

No, what can he say about such a thing?Said that he became a traitor to lead the way for a powerful alien, and by the way stepped on the territory of more than two dozen aliens?

From just now, he has already vaguely felt that it might not be wrong for the people in the refuge to blame him for the incident of the alien coalition——

You must know that he led the way for the pandas, and wherever the pandas went, they would kill them all. The six mammoths ran over them like they were having fun, and there was no grass growing where they passed.And on the backs of those mammoths...the mercenaries who had not recovered from their serious injuries stood in front of the wounded with peace of mind.

Just, to be reasonable, let’s talk about one thing and think about it, if he was one of those alien races, he might think that these six mammoths were raped by beasts, and he would give up his face and serve as a dog for human beings. A panda was used as a thug to open the way.

Blood feud plus traitor, this is really worth calling friends to beat him up, just like human beings are merciless towards those who take refuge in other races.

But here comes the question, can this kind of thing be spread out?

Obviously it was impossible, after all, he had also been lying on the back of a mammoth, and the fur that had been exposed to the sun was very comfortable to the touch, and he had a good night's sleep that day for the first time in a long time.

"We didn't get close to where the stress point was."

The bald young man thought about it, and decided to selectively say something that could be said.

"The tongue we caught has a problem. It is a dead body sent by the goat man. The stress point is indeed true, but the goat man set a trap on the road. They should know that the excavation of this level of ruins must be done." There are monks leading the team, so prepare to capture a monk alive to spy on the secrets of the sanctuary...

Before entering the mountain, I had a premonition that I would take a step slower, but I just avoided the encirclement of the goat people, and I didn't crash into it. "

The bald young man carefully reversed the order of some events. For example, he had a premonition that he would take a step slower, but his choice at that time was to urge the mercenaries to speed up.

Needless to say about the later things, those are really not suitable for talking about.

It's just that the old monk didn't pay attention to this small flaw in his words, but looked at the bald youth with a look of relief.

"A premonition... Sure enough..."

The old monk patted the bald young man on the shoulder vigorously.

"Sure enough, our previous assumption was correct. Those alien races did not rely on temporary response ability to deal with danger at all. They relied on training methods to develop a keen awareness of judging crises in advance...

Or it is right to call it intuition, but this ability itself can still be obtained through acquired training. You have gained a lot from this trip! "

"No, and neither..."

The bald young man scratched his head in embarrassment, after all he really didn't do anything.

"However, those alien races have already learned to set up traps with the dead, how are they so smart?"

"They've always been so smart."

Fading from the excitement just now, the old monk returned to his haggard appearance.

"Do you think that before the appearance of the Mad King, why the sanctuary could only survive? It was not because the alien race was too cunning... If the alien race only possessed strong physical strength, then why were human beings beaten into the underground sanctuary a long time ago? What about here? Don’t take it lightly in the face of any alien race! This is a lesson of blood!”

"The lesson of blood...?"

The bald young man was silent.

In fact, he has never experienced the era of fighting with alien races. At that time, he was just a baby.

He really grew up in the era of the new king Mohankas. Those years were relatively stable, so he didn't have much sense of substitution for the "lesson of blood" spoken by the old monk. He could only realize that it was Danger symbol.

Until he heard faint rustling sounds.

"what happened?"

The bald man froze for a moment, but saw the old monk nervously pull out a pistol from under his robe.

But the old monk's movements were still half a step slower.

In an instant, a huge two-foot-long vole burst out of the ground, and slit the old monk's throat with one claw.

Warm blood spattered his face.

Chapter 8 Inside Fighter (Chapter 2? [-] words ask for a monthly pass)

The aliens attacked much faster than expected.

The first to go into battle was the Ratman troop, a group of gophers and moles that had grown to two or three feet long. They quietly dug the passage to the shelter. The team's ratman powers took over, and they directly broke through the metal shell protecting the floor and walls of the shelter.

A bloody massacre followed.

The monks stationed in the Brahman monastery reacted immediately, but these monks were hasty in their preparations and their troops were weak, and they could not resist the raid of the Ratman elite troops at all, not to mention that the other party had three powerful men leading the team. There is no way for monks to survive.

But that doesn't mean they have no way to deal with it.

"Go! Let's go!"

Holding the bleeding wound on his neck, the old monk whose neck was torn open raised his gun and smashed the head of an elite rat man, and then kicked the bald young man out of the room.

"Hurry up and report! Let Charlemagne and the Kshatriya battle group come to support!"

"Teacher, you..."

The frightened bald young man wanted to say something, but right in front of him, the old monk exhausted his last strength and smashed the short table on the couch with his fist.

Also smashed a crimson button sealed in a glass box.

thump—

At the position of the gate, a thick metal wall crashed down, completely isolating the inside and outside.

"Emergency isolation device..."

Glancing at the thick wall exuding metallic luster, the bald young man with blood on his face gritted his teeth, then turned his head and ran away.

On the way out of the monastery, the sound of heavy objects falling one after another was heard one after another. It was the sound of the emergency isolation system being activated. Every sound meant that a monk forcibly sealed himself and the tunnel that the Ratmen raided. in the room.

They are buying time with their lives for the shelter.

"how so……"

The bald young man who was running was a little dazed, and his mind was blank—as a monk, he had not experienced battles, even if he had personally fought against alien races, he had already experienced several times.

But it wasn't until the moment when the Ratman troops broke through the ground that he realized that his previous experiences were nothing more than trivial troubles.

This is war, a war with alien races.

It's war, and you have to take your life to fill it out.

"Send troops! Send troops over!"

The bald young man who escaped from the Brahmin monastery immediately came to the other side of the refuge, where the current king Charlemagne worked. He had never run so fast.

"The Ratmen have raided the monastery! Teacher, they have already used the emergency isolation device! They are trying to stall for time! Send troops there!"

"Emergency isolation pulled down? That's great."

The answer to the bald youth was a muscular brawny man, who looked mighty and extraordinary in power armor.

"As for sending troops...I'm sorry, I can't do it."

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

The bald young man gritted his teeth, staring at this strong man in power armor——

He recognized this man, the "little giant" Qiandara, the former banner officer of the mad king, and the current head of the Kshatriya war group.

This brave man was also a hero who fought bravely for the refuge. He never thought that the other party would say such cold words at this time.

And it was still in front of the current monarch Charlemagne.

"Do you really know what you're talking about? The people in the monastery are trying to stall for time! You're still not from the sanctuary..."

"Okay, okay, stop for a moment."

Charlemagne, who was sitting on the main seat, sighed.

"Calm down, sit down first...Gandhara doesn't want to watch you die, he really can't do it."

"Charlemagne, why don't you..."

"Because the garrison of the Kshatriya regiment was also attacked."

While speaking, Charlemagne raised his hand and tapped lightly, and a light curtain lit up on the opposite wall.

Above the light curtain, soldiers in power armor were fighting fierce beasts to the death. Blood spattered, and the surveillance cameras were covered in red.

The bald young man opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time. He only knew that the Brahman monastery was attacked by the Ratmen at the first time, but he never thought that the strategy of those alien races was a two-pronged strategy from the very beginning——

Even compared to the battle situation on the side of the monastery, the Kshatriya war group suffered a greater impact. After all, only the Ratman raided the monastery, but the main attacking force of the Kshatriya war group were coyotes and cheetahs. Even the larger Khajiit and Elephant came in.

Until now, the bald young man clearly realized that this was not some daily bloodbath.

This is a war, a war to destroy a race.

Looking at Qiandara's face, the bald young man suddenly felt a little ashamed. The Kshatriya regiment was fighting on the front line, so he shouldn't slander these fighters at this time anyway.

But Gandhara didn't mean to let him go.

"Did you just want to say, am I still a person in the shelter?"

Qianduoluo blushed furiously, looking fierce like the Hercules King Kong on the mural.

"Then I'll put my words here today! Including me, our Kshatriya battle group has long wanted to be a refugee!"

"Gandhara, you..."

Charlemagne on the main seat scratched his head in pain.

"Don't be like this, his monk training has just ended, and it's unintentional to say these words..."

"Wuxin? Can they be Wuxin? What are you kidding?"