Arcane Rebirth

Having spent almost their whole lives in fighting, the nerves of the old mercenaries have become extremely strong. They would not even blink if the blade of the knife hit their eyelids, not to mention that in their eyes, the group in front of them was nothing more than

He is a rookie mercenary.

Old Bruno, whose tall figure showed traces of his youthful prowess, even had time to move his arms, making a "clack-clack" joint friction sound, and said with a smile: "Old guys, it's our turn to play.

I haven’t been active for so many years, my bones are all rusty!”

Another old mercenary, Scott, laughed and said: "Bruno, be careful of your waist, don't twist it again!"

As he spoke, the old veteran held two kukri knives upside down, leaned over and rushed out, his agile movements showing no signs of lag caused by age.

But before he could make contact with the opponent, two arrows roared through the air, "Puff! Puff!" twice, accurately hitting the thighs of the two Storm Wolf mercenaries who rushed the fastest, covering up the screams.

The two people who were holding on to their thighs were knocked to the ground, directly destroying each other's fighting power.

"You two old guys! It's too slow! If you don't take action, old Jimmy will almost kill all these little guys!"

At present, Iguana Fang's only long-range combat position, the old archer Murphy laughed at his companions. Scott, who had just had an arrow pass over his head, broke out in a cold sweat!

He was not worried that his old buddy, who had worked with him for decades, would shoot him. The problem was that old Murphy's shot was too harsh. If he missed it even two inches, the happiness of these two little guys for the rest of their lives would be gone!

Old Murphy's two consecutive shots directly hit the joint between the opponent's thigh and hip bone, and also avoided the opponent's aorta. It would not cause the opponent to die due to excessive blood loss, but also make the opponent completely lose

If you don't have fighting ability for half a year, you can't even think of being able to stand up and walk.

Having been in the mercenary world for a lifetime, the veteran mercenaries are better than anyone else at this kind of fighting between mercenaries. Their attacks can weaken the opponent's effective combat power without causing interference from the mercenary guild.

"It's a pity that Old Bones died too early. Otherwise, we old guys might be able to form an 'Iguana's Teeth-Old Man Team' again. All we need is a shield warrior..."

While feeling regretful, Bruno slapped the broad blade of his two-handed sword on the face of an unlucky man who rushed towards him with a sword. The other person's facial features suddenly became "deeper" by more than an inch!

"Yes, I think back then, our thieves, archers, heavy sword warriors, double sword warriors, plus the shield warrior from Old Bones were the golden combination in the group!"

Old Jimmy didn't know when he returned to the archer Murphy, shook off the blood on the battle dagger, and said with a sigh.

Several old mercenaries were chatting there and recalling the past. The Storm Wolf mercenaries who besieged them were about to collapse. Forget about the archer, the old thief touched behind them at some point and stabbed them one after another.

It took more than a dozen people to be discovered.

Moreover, this old guy's attacks were extremely vicious. All the people he knocked down were stabbed in the vital parts of the lower back. Although they were not fatal, they were basically disabled and it was difficult to even move.

The old epee warrior was too lazy to move. He stood there chatting with his companions while swinging the two-handed sword with a lightsaber blade of one and a half meters long, just like swatting a fly.

The opponents who rushed to his side were all knocked to the ground. They probably wouldn't die, but they would definitely be disfigured in the future.

There is also the double-sword warrior, who looks thin with only a handful of bones left, and the old one looks like a piece of dead wood, but his fighting style is extremely explosive, and a pair of kukri swords vibrates like hummingbirds in his hands.

wings.

There are no fancy combat skills, just simple chopping, but the attack is integrated into the defense. There is no blocking, no retreat, or even any intention of dodge!

You cut his arm with a knife, and the other person's knife will come toward your throat. If you strike his thigh with a knife, the other person's knife will come toward your throat. If you strike him with a knife...the other person's knife will come toward your throat. In short, it's right.

The weapons that were about to fall on him were completely ignored!

If this is really a life and death fight, you have to fight for your life. The mercenary's life does not belong to you, but the problem is, this old guy looks like you won't survive for two days if you don't chop him, and you can't die with him.

What a bargain!

Where did these old monsters come from? They have become so old, do they want to be so cruel?

How could these new generation mercenaries know that Iguana Fang was once the leader of the medium-sized mercenary group, larger than Storm Wolf? These old mercenaries were all silver back then.

Intermediate or even high-level silver warriors!

Although their combat prowess gradually declines with age and physical decline, the combat experience they have accumulated throughout their lives is indelible and will never dissipate with the passage of time.

Because those fighting skills have been infiltrated into their bone marrow, even if their memory is no longer so sensitive, their bodies still clearly remember those fighting instincts.

Therefore, those who are fighting them are not these old and elderly mercenaries, but living textbooks who have experienced countless dangerous battles, various crises and death threats!

It is no exaggeration to say that even if the old mercenaries stood there without fighting back and let them attack, their weapons would be dodged by the instinct of the opponent's body with extremely small movements before they fell on the opponent.

No need to even think about it.

What the old mercenaries lost was only the strength and flexibility of their aging bodies, but Jialan's alchemy potions and enchanted equipment made up for the negative gap in physical strength, strength, flexibility, etc. between them and the young people.

The four old men are different from Cathy and Dave, who were upgraded to silver-level combat power through the effects of alchemy and enchantment. They were powerful warriors who once truly had silver-level strength and survived tenaciously to this day!

Not to mention they are rookies who are only at Black Iron or Bronze level. Even Silver warriors with the same level of combat strength as them, in the face of the old people's combat experience that has accumulated over time, may not perform better than these rookies.

Too much force.

It's just one sword to kill them, and it's also one sword to kill those silver warriors. There's no difference. In this case, how could they defeat these four old mercenaries?

Seemingly without any effort, the four old mercenaries took care of the rookies who were ten times more than them. Old Bruno punched his big sword with both hands and said: "I haven't been active for such a long time. I suddenly exercised. I didn't expect that I was a little tired."

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The Bear's Fortitude Potion can bring them endurance, the Ox's Strength Potion can bring them strength, and the Cat's Elegance Potion can bring them agility and flexibility, and these can restore their strength to its peak in a short time.

state, even beyond the peak state.

However, using these alchemical potions is not without cost. They also need to pay for physical support, and this powerful fighting state cannot be sustained for a long time.

Once the effect of the potion ends, their strength will drop back to their original state, or even become weaker than their original state. If they are young people, they may be able to recover in a very short period of time, or even simply become immune to this negative state.

But after all, they are all over sixty years old on average, so the use of alchemy potions will put a greater burden on them.

I heard Scott next to Bruno gasping and coughing twice, and he laughed and said: "Old guy, I said back then that a guy like you with muscles in his head is different from someone who can only use brute force."

There is no difference between the powerful bald orangutans, they all stink the same..."

Old Bruno was furious: "You old flea jumping around! Do you dare to compete with me? I wanted to beat you thirty years ago!"

As he spoke, he violently swung the two-handed sword, but with a "Crack~" sound, the two-handed sword fell to the ground with a "clang". Scott and Old Jimmy rushed over and supported him again.

Bruno twisted to the waist.

Murphy, who was holding a bow in his hand, laughed and shot out an arrow, which happened to pass under the crotch of Diff, who was still fighting the opponent's silver warrior, and hit the opponent's foot without a fatal blow.

He pinned the opponent to the ground.

Dev took the opportunity to chop the opponent down with an axe. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He quickly touched his crotch without even bothering to finish the last blow before he breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the tomahawk again and rushed forward. Together with Casey, he besieged the last remaining enemy.

A silver mid-level warrior.

Mercenaries don't have the bad habit of sticking to dogma like knights. Everything starts with killing the enemy. Only combat skills that can kill the enemy are good combat skills. Fighting alone? What is that? Is it delicious?

After the old mercenaries dealt with the black iron and bronze-level minions, they did not interfere in the battle between the two juniors and the opposing silver warriors. Instead, they gathered together in their free time and watched the battle between the two with great interest.

, and occasionally gave some pointers.

The remaining Silver Warriors of Storm Wolf were so angry at the behavior of these old men that they almost vomited blood. They felt as if they had turned into a mouse that was caught by an old cat and thrown to their descendants for teasing.

After a while, Casey and Dave finally teamed up to kill the Silver Warrior. They were constantly panting with excitement. They could fight the real Silver Warrior and experience the content of Silver's combat power in advance, which would be of huge benefit to their future improvement.

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"What should we do now? How about moving all the belongings from their residence?"

Dave enthusiastically hammered his chest, looking like a gorilla in heat.

"No, you just need to take away the Storm Wolf's regimental flag!"

Old Jimmy threw a folded silk flag to Casey with a relaxed expression. This thing was almost equivalent to the soul and face of a mercenary group.

If the enemy's regimental flag is captured, the Iguana Fang will be equivalent to defeating the Storm Wolf, showing the world that their tyrannical combat power has not decreased with the reduction of personnel! They still have the strength to compete with the Storm Wolf

A battle!