The Legend of Fatality

On the other side of the battlefield, Halken couldn't believe the sight in front of him. He brought all the scattered soldiers, and some temporarily hired adventurers or mercenaries, more than seventy people. Although these adventurers and mercenaries are not strict in their mouths, they can be killed after the end. He thought his idea was perfect, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

Not far away, the arms of a hired adventurer in full clothing were wrapped in stained wool and leather. He held the long sword tightly, his knuckles were white, and the blood vessels on his neck protruded like a tight rope.

He was terrified, especially when he saw that the other side was as big as a giant black armor.

"Black ... Black ... Black wild boar." He said tremblingly.

Nokranstov held up the battle axe with both hands and vigorously danced it. After the axe touched the weapon that the enemy was trying to block, he relaxed and only gently held the axe handle. Relying on the previous speed, strength and the weight of the axe itself, he easily split the opponent's hands with the lances for blocking, split the opponent's bowl-shaped metal helmet, and split him along the spine. .

He grasped the power to the extreme, and the axe finally stopped at a place away from the opponent's body, without wasting any trace of energy.

"Yes." He looked at the next target. The target pronounced his nickname intermittently, but he didn't like the nickname very much. He waved the tomahawk gently and took the man's head away from his neck. The other party did not even formally resist, making him feel bored.

Nokranstov was curious about who these people were, the adventurers recruited by the Fatalin Association? It seemed that some were too weak, and he couldn't help thinking that he had already solved four of them.

But those who do not look like adventurers, he looked at a few people not far away holding a dagger and a wooden patchwork shield, coordinated with each other's offensive and defensive. Several other Northlanders were in a hurry. There are many such small groups of a few people to a dozen people, and Nokranstov feels more like a soldier trained by the army, who likes to cooperate in offense and cooperate with each other in defense.

A small team of four seemed to start to become arrogant after solving a Northlander, and they moved towards Nokranstov. He looked at the small team of four people, and the face under the helmet grinned.

Albayan watched his men rush over. They ran up on the muddy, wet and slippery slope, churning on the dirty ground, rushing towards the enemy one by one. The low, dark sky glared at them, and in the far south, the waves of the Tyrrian Sea were like a black hair.

In front of Albayan was a six-foot-tall man in a leather armor that smelled bad. His face was partially covered by a black leather helmet, only his wide nose and huge mouth were exposed. He extended his tongue and added a lip. Al Bayan can see the broken teeth in his mouth. He took an axe that looked like logging, and held it tightly with both hands.

Standing tall behind him, the man has a muscular figure of a professional soldier, showing the strength he possesses. The man's torso was wrapped in a dark swordsman's armor, protecting the man's chest. His hands were covered with black leather gloves, and each knuckle had a tiny metal nail. The man's head was covered with a semi-circular helmet, and his cold blue eyes looked at Albayan from behind the helmet's cover. The mouth exposed under the armor chewed tobacco, and he could see dirty tobacco flowing down the corner of the mouth juice.

"Hey, I don't want to cause trouble, but you never wipe the stool?" Albayan said. "It's still the" love "behind you who likes you the most damn."

"Especially when he drew the gadget from the place where you zoomed in." Albayan shifted carefully, keeping him in line with the two in front of him, and slowly approaching the man who smelled bad.

"Haha, I know, maybe you like to eat sausages with your mouth!" Albayan succeeded in angering the stenched man. He raised the axe in his hand high, and seemed to want to split Albayan directly with an axe. But Albayan just thrust his long sword in his hand quickly, and then pulled it back. The man fell with a big mouth with a fatal wound on his throat.

"Hey, your 'girlfriend' is asleep. Why, can't you satisfy him?" Albayan shouted towards the man in the back.

"I want to try your **** even more." The tall man held the sword in both hands, leaned slightly, and pointed the tip of the sword towards Albayan. "Especially the iron sausage in my hand is very much thinking."

The tall man thrusts with the tip of his sword, Albayan blocks with a shield on his left arm, tilts slightly, and unloads the opponent's power. The long sword in the right hand stabbed toward the tall man, and the tall man took a quick step to the right, with his body half-sided, allowing Albayan's long sword to pierce the armor at an angle that could not penetrate the swordsman's armor Up, the sword tip slides to the left on the polished, extremely smooth armor. The taller man twirled the thrusting sword from behind with his hands for half a circle, and finally crossed his right shoulder towards Albayan.

Albayan guessed the man's intention, he was not fooled. Holding the shield only halfway, keeping the angle at which the force can be released, the right hand exerts force on the long sword that slides away from the armor. When he felt that the opponent's two-handed sword had cut the shield, he moved his right foot backwards, and the left-handed shield released force to his right, and blocked the two-handed sword to his right with the shield.

His right hand was suddenly raised, and with his body jumping together, the long sword formed a circular trajectory in the air, and finally chopped on the neck of a tall man who had not had time to retract the two-handed sword, and took his The head of the semi-circular helmet is separated from the body.

The head of the tall man flew in the air for a while, and happened to fall on the **** of the stench man's body.

"Oh, you are really a loving couple." Albayan said after seeing where the other person's head fell.

Albayan looked at the other enemies who started to form a small team to fight. Curious where these people came from, the mage on that ship discovered his actions in advance? With confusion, Albayan walked towards a subordinate closest to him, who was fighting against it, holding a patchwork shield and a dagger in his hand.

Suddenly, Albayan heard the gunshot. He turned his head to look in the direction of the gunshot and found that it was Princest's team and several of his men who were besieging about twice as many enemies as them. The group of enemies held up patchwork shields and short swords to form a simple semi-circle formation, but Prince's team did not choose to rush directly, but took out a short barrel rifle and shot directly at close range. Albayan could see several people lying on the ground where the enemy was.

After the guns were fired, when the men with short-barreled muskets began to reload, the other party rushed over and the two sides directly became a dogfight.

"Damn." Albayan scolded, and then shot a flying knife directly into the eyes of the nearest subordinate who grinded Haw who hadn't solved it. After pulling out the long sword again, Albayan rushed towards the melee crowd.

When Halken found that the enemy was stronger, the weapons were better, and they had their deep-rooted, cunning desire to fight. These crazy militants rushed towards them like a flood. UU read books www.uukanshu. Even if their number is only half of their own.

"Grass all the female relatives of this **** adventurer." Halken scolded.

Halken had to gather most of the people around him and try to form a battle against this group of adventurers. Halk thought that his actions had been discovered. I don't know who had leaked the wind. Maybe they were the **** guys who didn't come together.

"Traitor." Halken thought that these people must be the adventurers hired by the Fatalin Society, and the number is about the same. After forming a circle, Halken's men clearly performed better. The opponent often needs to face three or four weapons to attack. A carelessness will leave a long wound. However, there are no long-range threats on Halken's side, and weapons are not enough to pose threats to those wearing armor.

"Grass." When Halken saw several people on the opposite side found out that the round formation was not good for attacking, he directly took out a short barrel musket.

"Lift the shield! Musket!" Halken shouted. But after hearing a few bangs, a few people fell directly to the circle facing the short-barreled musket. The musketeers swaggered and prepared to continue to reload.

"Sub-team! Two screens!" Halken ordered loudly.

Halken knew that he had little choice for himself. He thought quickly with red eyes, taking advantage of the fact that more people on his side were charging directly at each other, using the suppression of the number to win the advantage on the battlefield. Still waiting for the majority of Giardini to come to support, the loading speed of the musket is extremely slow-most people use the musket, just install the gunpowder in advance and carry out a round of shooting, and then enter the melee combat.

Moreover, the number of muskets of the other party is limited. Two people immediately put away the muskets after shooting. Maybe they did not bring gunpowder at all. Now, even if two or three more rounds of shooting, the casualties here will not be too much.