this is my ark journey

Na Sarkaz still didn't understand how the opponent locked his position, just rushed to another bunker, the straight sword that flew through the air smashed the bow and crossbow, cut into the shoulder, the wound was not fatal, but in the next instant it turned into a human form flame.

"First."

Ren was expressionless, and looked at another enemy not far away through the human-shaped flame. It was a shield soldier, firmly covering the warlock behind him.

"Ceobe, use a better weapon this time."

"Ah."

Needless to say, Ren raised his staff again, and this time the gathered blue light was even stronger.

Soul Gun!

The energy gathering time was a bit longer, but what was shot was no longer a short arrow, but a two-meter-long light gun. The shield soldier didn't understand why he was being targeted, so he quickly hid his whole body behind the shield.

clang! !

Bright sparks exploded, the shield made of high-strength alloy cracked, and the man staggered backwards. Before he could abandon his shield and dodge, the slave hand ax spun towards him.

Ding--

The severely damaged shield was shattered, and the origin stone skill exploded, freezing half of him into an ice sculpture, and he could only watch the soul arrows coming one after another.

"The second one, but they rushed up!" Ren frowned, and the attackers reacted so quickly.

It was useless to shoot from a long distance and immediately countercharged, and several people were separated to outflank them to the side.

"Heh, I suddenly admire you." W, who had been preparing silently, suddenly laughed. These two warlocks are really powerful, and their tacit understanding is impeccable.

This Ren is even more unexpected, with stronger insight than that stinky woman Ines, and her Originium skills are not bad.

"Now is not the time to boast." Ren frowned, and the enemy had rushed 50 meters away in just these two nonsense words, shooting with crossbow arrows while leaning over to charge.

The attack was like a storm, Butterfly gritted his teeth and insisted on not talking, Gamble and the other crossbowman did not dare to lift their suppressed heads.

"I know, tsk, it turned out to be the bastard Trier." W was still smiling and calm, just in time to see a particularly tall Sarkaz in the enemy formation, wearing leather armor and a pair of long Long claws.

The two looked at each other, and Nasakaz let out a deafening roar: "W! When I catch you, I will fuck you for three days in a row!!"

He lost a lot. He lost 70% of his staff in two battles with the Cardinals, and most of them died at the hands of this stinky bitch.

"Hehe, come here." W's smile seemed to be a bit seductive, and then became bloodthirsty again, "Let's run away!"

Ah? ?

Renn didn't realize it for a while, he was looking desperate for a decisive battle just now, why did he escape before the fight started, but he was stunned, and the rest of them reacted very quickly, and ran back with their feet loose, which looked almost like a collapse.

Swah——

A crossbow bolt crossed the side of his face, drawing a long bloodstain, seeing the wolf-like Sarkaz overwhelmed his eyes, he couldn't care less.

"Run!!" He pulled up Ceobe, swung the shield on his back, and the crossbow bolts fired at the vest several times made jingling sounds.

He looked ahead, those mercenaries were running in an S shape, some of them were shot, and fled desperately regardless of the pain, while five or six outflanking enemies happened to jump out of the woods.

Double-teaming front and back, our army will be defeated!

Ren is also experienced in many battles, so he doesn't understand this truth, but when he saw the girl who was running with her head buried, a bad feeling flashed in his heart.

boom -

The loud noise proved that he was not good. The scorching fireball rose from the ground, and the shock wave sent Renn flying. He rolled on the ground with Ceobe in his arms, and saw a sea of ​​flames behind him.

The explosion was more violent than before, and the night with strong light was like day. A black shadow fell beside Ren. When he looked sideways, it turned out to be a scorched thigh.

Art is a blast!

Ren stared wide-eyed, seeing the fireball flashing instantly, his blood pressure couldn't stop rushing up.

Twice, the crazy woman fucked twice, and Ceobe's tail hair was burned twice!

He admitted that W's battlefield planning is quite powerful. First, he made full use of his perspective to lure the opponent to charge, and secretly prepared to lift the floor, and then used rout to attract the opponent's impact, and ended the battle with a bang.

But whoever is shot in the leg on the road will die? !

This kind of combat is like walking a tightrope, and it doesn't care about life or death at all.

"Oh, I really want to hit that bad woman." Ceobe hugged her bald tail and cried sadly.

Ren didn't answer, turned his head stiffly, saw W dancing in the crowd, and stabbed the sark into the chest of Sarkaz, who was stunned by the explosion, and blood spattered on that smiling face, looking cruel and flirtatious.

In an instant, he finally saw through the essence of this crazy woman——

Fast and fast, vigorous, unscrupulous, and put life and death aside.

Chapter 41 Sarkaz's Fate! ! !

Just like the strange code name W, the girl is also the most complicated person Ryan has ever seen.

He is in a daze, loves to laugh, and has a cute appearance. He looks harmless to humans and animals, and he is extremely ruthless and swift in fighting.

Melee strength is mediocre, and Originium skills are not as good as Ceobe, but when placed on W, they form a perfect killing machine.

"Dangerous because of madness, crazy because of danger, a wonderful flower that can only be produced in a ghostly place like Kazdel." Ren murmured softly while comforting Ceobe.

W is completely different from Skadi, don't be petty in front of her, don't look into your heart, because this girl will smile and stab a knife in your stomach.

Fortunately, she is a good comrade in arms.

After a slap in the face, the mercenary group that attacked them at night was almost wiped out. The powerful centurion was blown to pieces without letting out a fart, and only a few people in the team were shot by arrows. Insignificant to the thick Sarkaz.

"I played well just now, but I survived the slow reaction. It seems that I have to lose money again this time." The bearded crossbowman came over with a smile, and patted Ren on the shoulder: "Now you understand why we follow the captain Bar."

"Understood, this person is dangerous but can save lives." Ren nodded casually, seeing W walking around the corpse, stabbing the corpse from time to time.

It's a pity not to be a villain who can make up the knife.

"Hehe, it's good to understand. If you get the upper hand, you can wipe out the enemy completely, and you can go to the scar mall to brag for a long time." Justine stroked his beard, and his attitude of hard work has obviously changed, as if encouraging the younger generation: "Work hard, Maybe one day you will be able to make a name for yourself.”

"What about after gaining fame?"

"Heads become more valuable, then fight with stronger people, and then become more valuable, until one day you use your own head to become a bastard." The logic of the veteran is very simple, so simple that Rennes locked eyebrows.

This is a special card bug. According to this logic, should I pass the fire and be burned, and the fire will pass the fire, and the cycle will continue?

Killing is not important, what matters is why killing.

"Is this the fate of mercenaries?" Ren pointed to the charred corpses on the ground. Killing and death were meaningless.

"No, this is the fate of the Sarkaz mercenaries." The veteran corrected, with a nostalgic look on his face:

"I went out before. I saved enough money and wanted to go to Zista to do a small business, but they didn't let me in. Later, I went to Colombia. The only job I could do was a mercenary. I finally opened it. In a bar, some bastards come to find trouble every day, and finally kill a few people and run back to Kazdale, tsk, I forgot, you kid is originally from outside."

The remaining flames illuminated Ren's face. He quietly listened to the past of the Sarkaz veteran and shook his head slightly: "At least it's safer outside."

"Hey, there is no safe place to do this business, sooner or later one day you will die." The veteran shrugged, turned around, walked a few steps and then turned around, with a relaxed smile on his face.

"Anyway, it's death. Wouldn't it be better to die at the hands of the same clan and hometown?"

"They are so pitiful." Keobe looked at the back of the veteran, and rarely said something human.

Ren felt a little depressed. Looking around, he saw all kinds of beings under the embers of fire.

The butterfly is grinning and drawing an arrow, the pervert is bandaging his forearm, the gambling dog is changing parts for a bow and crossbow, the girl is making up the knife with a smile...

They are natural fighters, but not murderers. Sarkaz struggled, but it was useless. They are still demons that everyone hates.

Seeing Ryan's deep eyes, Ceobe's little brain, which has become more and more useful recently, had a flash of inspiration.

"Ren, do you want to save them?!"

"It can't be saved, even the two Highnesses can't do it, but at least I can make them—" Ren paused and looked at the girl who was walking with the knife.

"Death is meaningful."

The blade was still dripping blood, W wiped the blood on his face, swept across his subordinates, and finally fixed his eyes on Ren's face.

"You performed well just now, but your origin stone skills are quite peculiar. Butterfly was injured, and you will be the vanguard later."

You think I've lived too long, don't you?

It must be a ghost idea to let warlocks be the vanguard, but Ren didn't bother to say more, nodded and said: "Yes, but you are not curious about my origin stone skills?"

"Everyone in Kazdale has a secret, I don't have time to worry about it, you are not a nobleman, no matter how genius you are, you have to die." W shrugged, and walked towards the others with a nasty smile on his face, "Get ready, Let's get Hedley."

"You actually had a more secure tactic just now!"

The voice from behind made W stop, and he replied without turning his head: "This is my personal interest. I like to kick others into the abyss when they have the chance to win."

......

Ren was choked, but this time his blood pressure did not rise. He understood that this was not a personal interest, but that it didn't matter.

Her life, the lives of others, and the lives of the Sarkaz are all worthless!

..............

"Strange, why didn't they come here?"

On the west side of the river, dozens of silent Sarkaz fighters stood like statues, and not far from them was a sea of ​​flames.

Arrows and Originium skills are bombarding each other, tents and supply carts have been set on fire, and mercenaries are relying on bunkers for defense.

The face of the commander was illuminated by the burning fire. There was not much excitement, but sadness was written all over it.

Cardinals are pretty good, not to mention being able to detect his night attack in advance, and can quickly organize defenses after being attacked.Pioneer was even more formidable. After being attacked, he didn't immediately choose to move closer, causing his half-way interception to fall into the air.

How can people not feel sad that this kind of elite is going to die in the hands of their own people.

"Lord Basten, do you want to persuade them to surrender?" The adjutant stepped forward, and the opponent was already on the verge of collapse under the attack of superior firepower, and it only took one charge to wipe them all out.

"In the battle between mercenaries, what is the success rate of persuading them to surrender?" the commander asked, he spread his hands, and a drizzle was falling from the sky, just like the tears shed for his compatriots.

"Less than ten percent, in order to avoid retaliation, no one will keep alive."

So these elites who were supposed to flatten Ursus and step on Letania just shed blood in Kazdel.

"We still have to stop His Highness Teresia from bringing in something. There is no time." The commander sighed in his heart, and slowly raised his hand: "Launch a general attack and let them die like soldiers."

"Yes." The adjutant drew out his saber, and his high-pitched voice echoed across the battlefield, "Prepare for a general attack!"

"Hoohoho!"

The 'Sculpture' woke up, responded with a tidy battle cry, and then slowly walked out of the woods in a cone formation. The flames flickering in the rain illuminated a stronger body, better armor, and a tighter formation.

"Damn it, it's Tracy's regular army! I just said how powerful the firepower is!"

Hedley slammed his fist on the stone in front of him, and he couldn't care less about the wound. All members of Victoria produced breastplates. Which mercenary group can be so rich.

"What should we do now? There are only half of us left." Ines looked at the neatly organized centurion, feeling parched and licking the rain on her lips.

The regular army fought in a very orderly manner, with shield soldiers in front, crossbowmen and warlocks in the back, suppressing the shooting while slowly pressing down, but everyone knew that when they approached a hundred meters, they would launch a devastating charge.

Hedley had no choice, if he turned around and ran away, he would be nailed to the ground like a beast.

"Taking advantage of the rain, you flee with some people, and I'll come and end the rear."

"Forget it, you'll be shot to death in the middle of the road, so it's better to stay and fight for your life." Ines sneered, holding the spiral rapier tightly.

"It's only one who can escape, maybe W has already escaped."

"I don't want to be as shameless as her." Ines gritted her teeth, feeling that W's personality had already died ahead.

"That's up to you." Hedley glanced at his companions. There was not much blood among the mercenaries. He just held his heavy sword tightly and watched the regular army pressing down like Mount Tai. The surrounding soldiers also unsheathed their swords. When the crossbow is strung, the doomed death is only divided into sooner or later, and it is only one that can be changed.

The suppressive firepower was suddenly thinned out, the army array began to speed up, and the breath of death was already clearly audible. Hedley slowly raised his sword.

"Warlock prepares—"

Boom! ! ! !

A violent explosion swallowed the voices behind him, and he looked up in astonishment, only to see a fireball soaring into the sky in the distance, the strong light illuminated the army formation that stopped suddenly, and also illuminated the hope on Hedley's face.

"W isn't dead yet??"

"It's more like she's blowing herself up. This woman can do anything." Ines still had no good words.

The hope on Hedley's face froze, but soon, he heard the shouts of killing coming from behind the enemy.

"No, they are here!"

Chapter 42 Night Battle! !

Crazy, is he really crazy!