Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

The leader of the Hound Gang stopped in time when he saw that the two of them were angry with him.

He is not a foolhardy person. He is far away from the opponent at this moment. Even if he is not his opponent, he will not lose his life.

What he was really waiting for was the actions of his companions behind him.

And let the shooters readjust the angle of the crossbow.

"Ha." The man with the knife, aware of the cadre's intention, chuckled.

His breath sound was as light as a feather.

From a distance, the hound cadre felt very uncomfortable in his ears, and he couldn't help but frown——

The next moment, his pupils suddenly dilated.

In the sky covered by ancient trees, there was a sound of thunder at the right time. It was the energy accumulated by cumulonimbus clouds for many days and had nowhere to be released. The sound of thunder, wind, running water, and my own heartbeat... was also mixed with the sound of drawing a sword. !

Click.

The Hound Gang officer fell to the ground.

Broken chest.

"How could it be..." The tall man curled up on the ground like a shrimp, with severe pain all over his body and strength rapidly draining from his body.

He is obviously so far away from the other party.

Even the fastest swordsman would have to at least make a sprint to cross this distance.

However, the Hound Gang cadre saw nothing clearly.

He just saw a flash of white light.

There was silence.

The cadre leaders who were about to outflank him were also stunned, as if they didn't understand what was happening, or they just couldn't believe their eyes.

The man who drew the sword was still standing there.

After he unsheathed his long sword, he just held it casually and pointed it at the ground, with no intention of going forward to kill anyone.

However, the scabbard, which could be called a work of art, disappeared.

The eyes of the cadre of the Hound Gang gradually solidified, and a long bone-white object pierced his back and popped out suddenly, stained with traces of blood.

It's the scabbard.

The man simply threw his scabbard and killed a Hound Gang leader.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He said as if he was truly apologetic, "My hand slipped."

"But I think he has been eyeing this scabbard for a long time, and he should like it very much... just give it away."

His tone was instantly relieved again.

"waste."

The silent Kos shook his head, but he was not surprised, as if he had already known his companion's urine.

Hearing this, his companion shrugged: "Just ask Mr. Yamudou to reimburse me."

The scabbard was indeed a work of art, and he really liked it... Throwing it with such force to kill a strong man, its material must have been full of cracks and would have been scrapped long ago.

But, the feeling of killing.

He prefers it.

"Ah, exposed." The man suddenly touched his face, but he was not really surprised when he said such words.

Yes, the movement was too big just now, and the wide hood on his head has been knocked off.

But what was exposed was not a human face.

Instead, it was a ferocious mask—to be precise, it was a steel helmet. The armor on the face was deliberately forged to look like an evil spirit.

Two steel branches extend from both sides of the helmet.

Like a stag's antlers.

Kos on the side silently took off his camouflaged rain gear, revealing the same attire.

"Do you really want to interfere?"

Ilse's eyes were cold, as if his pupils were filled with ice.

The identity of the enemy is self-evident.

This helmet, this decoration... Union City's Antler Pocket, also known as the Samurai Helmet.

Under the two people's open ponchos, there was a faint blue eagle fluttering about to fly.

Different from soldiers and bees with blue eyes.

These two are humans, so they can wear real, head-to-toe, full sets of samurai armor, custom-made, strong and sophisticated.

The man seemed to still be 'angry': "It's just a man who died, don't look at us like that... With his strength, he can't even be a junior general in the army. He can have as many as he wants without paying much attention." "

"But you are Ils, right? Our lord is quite fond of you. After today's business is over, why not go find him. If you don't know him, you can tell me my name and say that I introduced him. ..." He thought for a while, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to say, 'Xidong', just call me Xidong."

Xi Dong's tone was brisk, and he was in a good mood after just killing someone.

"...Who are you, Biyan?"

"I told you he was a colleague." The man smiled, "But it's just like Cos said - it's also a bug."

In terms of military rank, the two of them are at the same level as Biyan.

But in terms of status, they are completely different.

In the final analysis, that soldier was just a general from a town, and he was here to guide them. On the other hand, Xidong and Kos took orders directly from Yamudu.

Although he is still unable to directly contact those big figures and cannot join the core of the United Cities.

But after all, he was working for the center of power, which was completely different from someone like Bi Yan who was working for a small lord - so Xi Dong was not touched at all by the death of the leading general, and even found it a bit funny.

Just when the identities of the two Union City warriors were exposed.

Beyond the elevated platform, commotion broke out at various swamp gang locations.

"Don't move!"

While they were talking, groups of men and horses came by boat and rushed to their station in batches. Just as the gang members were about to resist, they were shocked by the armor they wore under their large robes.

Bright silver, warrior armor.

This time, the people who came came without any disguise, without any cover-up.

The regular army of the Union Cities.

They no longer pretend to be gang members, they are fully armed and well-trained.

His individual fighting ability would be inferior to even the most elite hound gangs, let alone the small gangs in the periphery - they had no backbone, and they all jumped at the sight of it.

Only the forces that were originally attached to the black converters survived.

From this, it is clear who colluded with the United City.

"Big Black Eyebrow, it turns out that this is your intention." Iers looked at the bee prince who was guarded by his own soldiers from a distance through the crowds of figures. The other party seemed to be aware of this sight, with a smile on his face.

Even if the black converters develop secretly for so many years, it is indeed impossible to force the Hound Gang to make concessions by themselves.

But...what if it were replaced by United Cities?

Even if the number of troops that can come to Shark Village is not too many, that is only in relative terms. As one of the three major kingdoms, United City can only project a little bit of power, which is a dimensionality reduction strike.

"Deputy leader, do you want to leave?" Sola stood in front of Lu Meng.

As it stands, the Skinned Man is an outsider in their struggle.

But looking at the behavior of those human soldiers, it is obvious that no "neutral party" or "outsider" is allowed to exist.

Either surrender or become an enemy.

As one of the original three giants, the Skinned Man's position on this elevated platform is undoubtedly quite eye-catching.

"No..." Lu Meng held him down, noticed something, and changed his words: "It's too late."

As he said, a group of United City warriors were already heading this way.

The leader was wearing a hood and armor. When he saw Lu Meng, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled jokingly.