this is my ark journey

"Oh, what a quick reaction, it seems that I met the regular Sarkaz army."

She retracted her head, letting the crossbow arrows that came next tremble above her head, with a smile on her face.

"I never thought this group of people were mercenaries from the beginning." Lemuian gritted her teeth, and seeing the smile on Mostima's face, she couldn't help covering her forehead, "Have you figured out the situation, and you're still happy now. "

"Isn't it just that hundreds of Sarkaz people are going to rush in and chop us up? Don't worry, it's useless to keep a straight face." The blue-haired girl shrugged and suddenly exposed half of her body.

Da-da-da-da-da-

The short bursts seemed to have a rhythm, and they were shot precisely from the gap in the shield, causing a scream from the opposite side, and the crossbow arrow shot again.

Mostima retreated to the cover, glanced at the ammo, and stretched his hand to the side: "Give me two more clips, anyway, you're just here in a daze."

"I'm thinking about what to do!"

The steady girl rolled her eyes, took out two magazines from the tactical vest and handed them over, while looking around.

The convoy formed a circular formation and was stuck in the mud. Dozens of Lateran were shooting outwards, while dozens of Liboli were holding long spears and heavy axes, ready to countercharge at any time.

It has been a long time since they came to Kazdel, and they have consumed a lot of supplies, but they have not found anything. They have been fighting all the way, almost rampaging on other people's territory.

Lemuen wasn't a fool either, but Li Boli could hide it, and Sakota had a halo on his head, no matter how elaborate the disguise was, it would be deceiving.

"The situation in Kazdel is developing faster than I thought, do you want to solve our preparations for the final battle?"

The capital of their rampage comes from the fact that the battle between the two sides is in full swing, no one wants to waste time on a group of Rutland elites who come and go like the wind, but recently, for some reason, the battle line suddenly stabilized, and it happened that Lemuane led the team again Entering the final and most dangerous central theater, he was indeed targeted.

what! !

A scream brought her back to her senses, and she saw the young Lateran man hiding on the right side of the bunker shot in the neck with an arrow, kicking his legs wildly while screaming.

"Medical soldier!" Lemuian roared, and then patted the shoulder of Mostima, who was shooting with a smile, "Get ready to break out, there will be more and more enemies!"

"Okay, then the mission will fail?" Mostima changed the magazine again.

"Let's escape from Kazdel with two legs first." Seeing the medical soldier shaking his head, Lemuian sighed, closed his eyes for his compatriots, and raised his head with determination.

"Heavy guns are ready, everyone is in an assault formation, give up all supplies to break through, and the maximum power of the communication jamming technique!"

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

"These Laterans are about to break out."

On the periphery of the battlefield, dozens of mercenaries were hidden in the woods. Ren put down his binoculars and instantly saw what the group of Rutland were trying to do.

"Break out? Where are we going to escape from this kind of place?" Garson grinned grimly, stroking the machete in his hand, "How about we go to the periphery and come out one by one and kill the other."

Ren squinted and saw many mercenaries nodding.

"Are you going to help Tracy?"

"Sakota is more hateful than Tracis, I have no objection to helping him this time."

"Did Sakota kill your whole family, or feed you shit?"

"Uh, not really, it's just instinctively annoying."

......

Ren didn't speak, but felt that it was illogical. Everyone present except Ceobe and Ines were full of murderous intent, and those two were just because they were not Sarkaz. Ines hid it very well, but The fire of the soul in black and white has betrayed her long ago.

"An enemy's enemy is a friend. I want to find out what these Lateran people are doing in Kazdel."

"You are very interested?"

"Yeah, I'm very interested." Ren narrowed his eyes and looked at the platinum-gold soul fire. The Sakota people looked dazzling in the dark just like the halo above their heads.

Boom! !

The sudden loud noise suppressed all the sounds on the battlefield and interrupted Ren's thoughts. When he raised his head, he saw an afterimage sweeping across the army formation, with stumps and broken arms flying all over the place.

If it was a blunderbuss just now, then it is a cannon now!

'Sure enough, it has heavy firepower! '

Ren saw the long pipe installed on an armored vehicle smoking, and the limp gunner was carried down by his companions, and the triangle assault formation rushed out, led by a blue-haired girl.

The army formation was still in the panic of being bombarded, the sound of strafing was continuous, there was no heavy armor shield wall, and the body alone could not resist the bullets, blood bloomed one after another on the body.

"The timing is good, let's go too." Ren just wanted to stand up when the cloak was pulled by the strong man.

"Wait, you really want to help Sakota?"

"I don't intend to help in vain. I will leave people to W later to find out what these Lateran people want to do in Kazdel."

Well-founded, the resistance of the mercenaries dissipated, that's right, how could Sarkaz save Sakota.

Ashes is not Sarkaz. The feud between the two races has nothing to do with him. Renn rushed out of the woods first, and the Tracys army, who was the rear guard, looked blank. Seeing dozens of Sarkaz rushing over, the first reaction It was reinforcements that had arrived, until flames rose from the sword of the pointed figure.

"It's the enemy!"

"Be careful behind you!"

The warning sounded, but it was too late. Ren leaped forward, stabbed the dagger into the ground, and his body, which had stopped forcibly, spun, and the great sword of Fran released a flame more than one meter long, which hit the ground. cut!

True Frank Sword Dance! !

call--

The flames were like waves, and the slash brought burning damage. Many people blocked the blade, and their whole bodies were set ablaze. The burning pain made them flustered. The man who was squatting on the ground just now suddenly disappeared.

Sprint!

Like a meteor piercing the night, there was a line of fire burning in the mud behind him, and the great sword of Fran pierced the two of them. Yep.

boom! !

The fiery flame rose from the blade, turning the two of them into torches. Ren glanced at the machete parked above his head, turned around, drew his sword, and threw the dagger in his left hand directly. Removed the semi-automatic crossbow.

The Sarkaz warlock who was 20 meters away was stunned on the spot, and prepared a special origin stone skill to restrain Ren's dexterous movement, and then the bastard changed hands and took out a crossbow? ?

Ren glanced at the powerful Sarkaz warlock and pulled the trigger decisively.

Sorry, Frank's swordsmanship is invincible!

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It's another double bread with cheese!

The Laterans were attacking, using heavy firepower to forcibly blast out a path, and the guards rushed to the front, smashing away Sarkaz's large shield and heavy armor with their bodies, freeing the shooting range for the Sakotas behind.

For the 'angel' who has evolved his shooting skills to instinct, no matter how heavy the armor is, there are still flaws. Three consecutive shots can gather the bullets at one point, but they won't shoot indiscriminately.

This is just an ordinary Sakota. For example, Mostima has rushed to the front of the halberd, picked up the HK416-shaped blunderbuss and slid it to the ground.

Whoops-

Mud and water splashed everywhere, she slid close to the ground, put the butt of the gun on her shoulder, and shot in all directions.

Da da da......

If there was a rhythm to the sound of the gunshots, the blunderbuss shot into the gap under the shield and hit the calf accurately, listening to the screams around her, she stopped suddenly, and the blunderbuss butt pierced into the mud like a brake.

Whoa!

A large sword fell from the center of his legs, and the centurion who held the sword was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Sakota's reaction to be so fast.

"Sneak attack is not good~~~" Mostima smiled slightly, raised his gun and shot.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The blunderbuss blasted a series of sparks on the surface of the raised sword, and the inertia pushed the centurion several steps. He had just stood still, and before he had time to look at the dent on the beloved sword, he felt a pair of legs caught own waist.

Mostima's waist and abdomen were strong, as if he was riding on the body of a centurion, but there would be no kisses after that, only the cold muzzle pressed against his chin.

"Goodbye~~~"

boom!

The blunderbuss shot in from the softest chin and came out directly from the celestial cap. Facts have proved that no matter how thick the armor is, there are flaws. No matter how strong a person is, it is impossible to resist the blunderbuss with his body. The centurion's body fell backwards, mo Stima stepped on the corpse's shoulder and leaped into the air, throwing the empty rifle behind him.

"Hey, you guys alone can't stop me."

Looking at the Sarkaz soldier who looked up and hadn't responded yet, she pulled out her pistol and shot horizontally.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The precision-grade etched bullets are fired, even though the handgun has fewer operating units than the rifle, but at this distance, when the gun is fired, the person has fallen down.

Mostima forcibly blasted a gap with her personal strength, and the guards had already poured out. While she was falling, she looked behind her, as if she was going to find the enemy's reserve team, but a scarlet flame hurt her. look.

Huh, Sarkaz is killing each other? ?

What I saw was unbelievable. A bunch of Sarkaz were coming from the back of the army formation, obviously entangled the reserve team that was going to block the gap, and the one in front was holding a big sword, and quickly pierced through the crowd, scorching flames scattered everywhere Both are.

"What a powerful origin stone skill!"

"This Sakota woman is amazing!"

At the same time when Mostima saw Ren, Ren also noticed the blue figure. The characteristics of the guns caused a large-scale effect, and the power of each other would not be much different. Girls have become art.

"Keep working harder, piercing through the enemy's formation!"

Ren raised his sword and screamed wildly, but he looked at the center of the army formation. There was a man-made high platform there. On the high platform stood a huge crimson figure. And a skull.

Dozens of Sarkaz in light armor surrounded him. Their uniforms were crimson, and they were not equipped with sabers. They were replaced by a pair of claws.

The crimson figure looked back indifferently, as if helpless against the mercenaries who suddenly backstabbed.

"That's the enemy commander, force him back!"

Ren reckoned that it was a commander. According to his understanding of Sarkaz, once the commander was killed, the army that was desperate to retreat would collapse.

Needless to say, the Lateran people had already charged in that direction, obviously choosing the right target to break through.

"Wait!" Ines held him back, fear radiating from her golden pupils, "His Originium skill is wrong! Very wrong!"

"Isn't he just a Sarkaz warlock?" Ren didn't quite understand. Sarkaz warlocks had killed a lot. Even if they were stronger, would they be able to stop the group fight?

Ines swallowed, just in time to see the warlock raised his staff, his eyes widened suddenly.

"That, that's not a Sarkaz warlock, at least not a Kazdel warlock!"

The girl looked very strange, as if she knew some inside information. Ren had already discovered that she was not Sarkaz, but he just didn't want to dig out other people's secrets. Just as he was about to ask a question, a completely different wave of origin stone skills made him turn his head suddenly .

The high platform under Warlock's feet was disintegrating, revealing a strange altar, which seemed to be made of crystal, filled with indescribable energy, and the crimson man raised his hands, and invisible fluctuations spread around.

"This is......."

It can't be seen by the naked eye, but Ren can see that the origin stone breath in the air is rising exponentially crazily, the altar is increasing its energy, and then spreading to the surroundings, and the black and red tide rolls around.

"Istvan has made a move, everyone disperses!"

With the exclamation, the army array was actively spreading out, as if to get out of the way, Ren clearly felt a cold, bloodthirsty breath sweeping over his body, as if being splashed with cold water, the whole person cold.

"It's not right." He saw the eyes of the Sarkaz soldiers in front were blood red, as if they had added a berserk state, and looking behind him, the same was true for the people he brought along.

Not only Garson, not only the Sarkaz mercenaries, but also Ines and Ceobe gritted their teeth.

"This origin stone skill affects not only Sarkaz, but also the infected? It's just that the effect on Sarkaz is more obvious?"

"The aftermath of the Witch King is the aftermath of the Witch King. That person combined Sarkaz witchcraft with the aftermath of the Witch King!!" The muscles on Ines' face were trembling. She was not controlled, but her heart was hooked. The bloodlust aroused made her sick.

Ines was fine, but Garson behind her could hardly control the knife.

Who is the Witch King?

Ren didn't have time to think about it. Seeing that the mercenaries had a tendency to swing their knives at their companions, he made a decisive decision.

"Take everyone to retreat! Get out of the range of the enemy's origin stone skills immediately!"

He has already confirmed that this is an ancient spirit origin stone skill, which is specially aimed at the infected. It is no wonder that the breath of origin stones has skyrocketed just now, and it is no wonder that the soldiers will disperse.

"Why aren't you affected!" Ines covered her head, unable to figure it out.

"Now is not the time to talk about these things!" Ren didn't have any origin stone breath at all, so of course he wouldn't be affected. The flames of the Great Sword of Fran rekindled, and he faced the berserk Sarkaz soldier from the front.

"Ren, I want to help you!" Ceobe said as if rushing forward, she didn't have any killing desire, but she was drooling from hunger, but she was caught by Ines as soon as she took two steps.

"Infected people don't fight against the Witch King, especially if he still has Sarkaz witchcraft!" Ines dragged her back, as if she knew what was inside.

"All, retreat to the woods!"

Without a clear mind, it is impossible to fight at all, and the mercenaries who feel confused have to retreat quickly. Similarly, the Sarkaz soldiers have no rules.

What military formation, what tactics, they only moved forward instinctively, and sometimes the two would kill each other if they got too close, and even forgot to surround Renn who rushed in alone.