Mercenaries and Adventurers

Kil bypassed the wide-area fog released by the Warcraft, moved forward on the edge of the fog, and arrived at the location where they had previously launched an attack on the bandit camp.

Following the snow trails left by the previous attack, Keir quickly found his backpack. Carefully taking out the small wooden box containing red-eyed mushroom candy pills from his backpack, Kil poured one out and put it in his mouth.

It's sweet and not bad in taste.

But once the mushroom powder inside dissolves, it's like chewing a piece of rotten wood, and it instantly makes you feel as uncomfortable as taking Chinese medicine.

After tidying up, Kil climbed up the big tree next to him and saw clearly the current location of the monster. It seems that the other party is still in the same place. Is it difficult for the monster to deal with those bandits?

It seems that they overestimated the World of Warcraft and underestimated the bandits.

With this thought in mind, Kil slid down the tree, hung his backpack on the branch, and walked in that direction.

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"Throw!!!" Little Khosrus roared, and he directed the remaining bandits to launch another defensive counterattack.

He himself followed the other bandits, igniting one end of a lit log and then throwing it out along with other weapons. The other bandits swung their arms and threw the few throwing weapons in the direction of the body of the monster that suddenly appeared from the white mist and snatched away one person.

The slender and sharp limbs suddenly sprang out of the thick and cold white mist. After piercing a bandit, they dragged him into the mist. The continuous sneak attacks made the remaining bandits nervous and panicked. They could only gather themselves tightly in front of the previously burning fire, relying on the weak fire to disperse the dense fog that was constantly trying to approach them.

Every time the bandits who were dragged into the thick fog screamed, they became more and more nervous. Some bandits took big breaths, trying to let the cold air cool down their fearful and trembling bodies. Some of the robbers who had hidden drinks with them could no longer bear with their treasures. They took out the drinks that they usually cherished and dared not drink, and poured them down their throats in large gulps.

On the one hand, they feel that they are dead and it would be a waste not to drink the wine now. On the other hand, they also try to use these things to numb themselves, trying to forget everything deadly around them.

The bandit leaders were also quarreling with each other, and they were suffering from constant casualties from sneak attacks. Some people think that they should all attack in one direction, run out of the white mist released by the monsters, and retreat into the forest. Some people think that even if they move into the forest, the monster doesn't have long legs. It can follow them, cover them with thick fog, and then eat them one by one.

In this way, it would be better to just all attack them when the monsters sneak up on them. Everyone holds a lit stick and rushes forward to fight the monsters to the death.

The two guys were quarreling, but no one could quarrel with the other. The other bandits were closely surrounding them, supporting each other's plans that they thought were reliable. They didn't even care about which bandit group they originally belonged to.

That has no meaning anymore. Now is the crisis, and the team's punishment is of no use. After all, even if it is punishment, you have to stay alive, right?

If everyone died here today, it would not matter which team they were originally from.

In addition, the people of Old Khosrus are relatively stable. They have dealt with Warcraft before. This reason makes them believe that Old Khosrus can lead them through the difficulties.

And now, most of those who resist the sneak attacks of Warcraft and fight back are their people. The other bandit gangs had long since run out of weapons to throw, and at most they still had their last weapon.

But no one would put it down or throw it away, because once it was gone, they were at their mercy.

And what is old Chosrus doing?

He is making a choice.

Facts have proved that he underestimated this monster that would be driven away by the knights. This guy is simply not on the same level as the monster he dealt with before.

Until now, they have not been able to get a glimpse of the monster, but they are constantly being attacked by the monster's limbs. Just like this, they are almost doomed.

What should we do in today’s situation?

He had another idea, but this idea made him hesitate.

Once this idea is implemented, it will be difficult for him to lead his subordinates in the future. Most of the people who have been trained for many years will leave his management. And I definitely can’t stay in this place anymore.

If this place still exists in the future.

Looking at the looks of those two idiots, Old Khosrus finally made a difficult decision.

He traded for his son and then gathered his own men.

This move attracted the attention of the other two remaining bandit gangs. It would be impossible not to pay attention. After all, the only ones who could resist the monsters at this time were the old Khosrus and his gang. And this group of people is already a defeated army, frightened and without much fighting ability.

"Old Khosrus! What do you think, our plan is the only way to survive at this time?"

"Yes, your decision is very important. Although you are not satisfied with it, whichever plan you choose now, we have to choose which path."

The two bandit leaders stood close to two fires and shouted to old Koslus in front of another fire.

All the bandits at the scene looked at the old guy, hoping that this old bandit could create another legend and lead everyone to either escape from the fog of Warcraft or kill the monster.

but.

The old guy ignored the other bandits. He first whispered something to his son, which caused great panic and uneasiness in little Chosrus.

He started shaking his head with a look of rejection. But the old Khosrus slapped his son, which shocked his bandits, and then pulled his son's head into his arms, patting his shoulders and whispering something in his son's ear.

Chosrus the Younger still agreed.

In this way, the two of them ignored the other bandits and just called their respective cronies to their sides and quietly informed them of Old Chosrus's plan.

The bandits were taken aback at first, but soon, the deadly situation made these cold-blooded guys make a quick choice, and they unanimously supported the old Chosrus's plan.

Each of these cronies has one or two friends, and together they are basically the vast majority of the people in Old Khosrus's gang.

Until this time, the other bandits had no other feeling except that the current situation was dangerous and strange. They were either trembling in fear, crowding around the lit fire, praying to the gods, and praying to the gods. I very much look forward to the fact that the next person to be attacked by a monster is not me, but other bandits.

Or, the drunken robber would stick his tongue into the flask he was carrying, trying to get more wine with his tongue, using alcohol to numb himself and give himself a little more false courage.

Or, it's a small group of several people standing close together, promising each other that if a monster attacks them, they must unanimously hold the person who is attacked tightly, even if they are seriously injured, they must not let the person attacked He was dragged alive into the white mist and was treated horribly by the monsters. But the thieves' chests were beating loudly one by one, but their rolling eyes and pale faces made every word of these scumbags seem like ropes made of air, binding them together, but it seemed that they were tied together. No.

But these guys don't know that the real danger is not the monster in the thick white fog, but around them.

The elder Khosrus waited a moment to make sure that everyone in the gang was aware of his plan and that no one objected explicitly. He couldn't help but feel a little afraid of his men, as if he was meeting them for the first time. How could he control these guys if they were not more cold-blooded and cruel than them?

Pulling out the thick machete from his waist, old Khosrus quickly glanced around his men. Everyone also pulled out their weapons and looked at their old leader. Old Khosrus said: "Nothing." A planned escape will only turn into a devastating rout, and a reckless attack will only lead to a loss of life! And I have a third choice!"

After a pause, and then taking advantage of the fact that the other bandit gangs near other fires not far away did not react, he continued: "Let others die for us, and we will take the opportunity to escape from this hell!"

He roared: "Kill them!"

Little Chosrus did not ride a horse. He swung his long-handled round hammer and shouted at the same time: "Come up with me! Charge!!!"

The bandits who had already accumulated huge pressure from the continuous sneak attacks by the Warcraft roared at the same time, followed closely by their young leader, and launched an attack on the other two bandit gangs.

"kill!!!"

"kill!!!!"

They don't have much to do against the Warcraft. After all, the Warcraft are hiding in the white mist and won't face you head-on. They have nowhere to use their power. But when it comes to other bandits, these guys who have always looked down on other bandit groups don't take it to heart at all.

"What! Old guy! Are you crazy?" A certain bandit leader asked loudly, but the trembling hand holding the weapon revealed his panic and bewilderment.

"What are you doing! Everyone will die like this! You must be crazy! Don't stand still, fight back, fight back!" Another bandit leader waved his weapon and ordered his men loudly.

But the bandits, who had already lost control due to the constant sneak attacks of Warcraft, were in a panic and didn't know what to do when faced with those who suddenly attacked. Normally, everyone often does things like taking advantage of others, but in today's extreme environment, facing allies who suddenly attack, they still don't know what to do.

Some people think you have betrayed your trust and decided to fight back.

Some people felt that this was leading everyone to a dead end, so they gave up on themselves and rushed into the white mist screaming.

Some people thought this was a good opportunity for chaos, so they took the people they knew and rushed in a direction where there had been no monsters.

There were also people guarding the leader, constantly persuading his leader to run away and get it done.

There are actually people who think that they can briefly enter the white mist outside the fire range, enter briefly, and then come out, directly kill old Khosrus and kill this crazy guy.

There is so much confusion.

Little Chosrus rushed at the front. He raised the long-handled round hammer and charged directly, directly hitting the bandit closest to him. The companions behind them followed closely. Everyone did not separate, they all stayed close to maintain the formation. This provides space for the companions behind to attack.

"Throw!" Old Khosrus saw clearly from behind. He commanded. When he saw his son fighting against the rival bandit, he immediately asked the bandit behind to throw the throwing weapon he had prepared.

These weapons that can drive away monsters were thrown out in a wave, and a roar came from the path of these deadly spinning weapons cutting through the air.

Immediately afterwards, there were tragic casualties among the bandits on the opposite side.

All kinds of flying axes cannot be blocked by animal skins to keep out the cold, and all the bandits who are hit will be killed immediately.

The trumpet's throwing hammer is even more insidious. The wooden handle of these spinning little things is longer than the small hammer head, and it spins around. The bandits who are attacked often only notice the rotating wooden handle, but they don't notice it very much. It's hard to see the inconspicuous heavy hammer. After being hit, a large area of ​​bones was shattered, and then he could only lose his combat effectiveness and was hacked to death by the men led by little Chosrus who rushed up. If you are unlucky and get hit on the head with a hammer, you will lose consciousness and fall to the ground. Whether you can survive after that can only depend on the random arrangements of the god of fate.

Sharp throwing knives are also very dangerous. This thing has no effect on monsters protected by carapace, but when faced with bandits who are only protected by animal skins, it is the next best thing after throwing axes. Although the flying knife is not fatal when struck, it will make the bandits under attack lose their fighting advantage. One-on-one is no match for Koslus and the others.

With overwhelming momentum, little Khosrus kept raising the weapon in his hand, and then smashed it down at the stubborn enemy in front. Regardless of whether you are protected by a shield or not, as long as such an attack hits, it will be a fatal blow.

If possible, little Khosrus would first use the long attack range of the long-handled round hammer to knock the opponent down at once, then lift the weapon slightly, and then smash it down hard. One after another, no one is his enemy.

Even if there is, he will be hit by the continuous throwing objects of his companions behind him, and he will either die or faint. If he is lucky, he will only be hit by a flying knife, but it will also greatly affect the fighting ability of the stubborn bandit.

Moreover, compared to the two bandits, which usually had a large number of men, Old Khosrus paid more attention to the fighting strength of his men. Since occupying this winter forest, they can collect the belongings of bandits who come here to spend the winter to avoid the militia, reducing the number of times they spend time out to rob caravans. This gives them more time for various trainings.

Old Chosrus has always wanted to take revenge on the knights who repeatedly destroyed his bandit career, but a large number of mediocre bandits proved to be unworkable, so he has been trying to train a small but fine team. It doesn't take too much, as long as it can Just kill any knight in an ambush.

At that time, he will be able to let go of the obsession that has been hanging in his mind for decades, and it will be no problem to hand over the management and leadership of the team to his son.

But if you want to achieve your wish, you can't die here!

Seeing the right moment, when the last bandits on the opposite side gathered to resist, old Khosrus once again commanded his men to throw weapons together: "Throw!!"

At the same time, a bandit suddenly rushed out of the white mist and charged at Old Khosrus. The one-handed ax in his hand jumped up and struck the target heavily.

But the old Chosrus, who had been a bandit all his life, was already used to being attacked by others. He had rich experience.

Take two quick steps back, just two steps, no more. Then he aimed the thick machete in his hand at the opening of the opponent's attack, then struck out from behind, slashing from bottom to top on the empty bandit's abdomen.

The knife broke through the opponent's abdomen and chest, almost splitting the opponent into two pieces. Old Khosrus kicked the seriously injured guy away with another kick, then followed up with the attacking men and continued to direct the battle.

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The leaders of the other two bandit gangs could only retreat to the last fire and huddle together. Facing the men of the old Khosrus and the young Khosrus who came to kill them, these panicked bandits did not even dare to approach. The thick white mist was getting closer and closer, as if it would kill someone if it got in contact with it.

Interestingly, when the two groups of bandits were fighting each other, the monsters did not attack.

At least it's an obvious attack.

So what is it doing?

It circled around the small area where the fire was lit, stuffing into its mouth those bandits who thought the time was right or who broke the jar and ran into the white mist.

It's so good that you don't have to personally attack and capture them. These bandits will often run with their heads down, trying to stay away from the bloody battlefield behind them.

But how can they run fast in thick snow? We can only wade through the snow.

The Warcraft can extend its long, dark mouth a little ahead of the escaping bandits, waiting for these guys who can't see the direction to crash into its mouth.

Some of the bandits who were still wary of it didn't fare much better. Although they stopped in time and didn't crash into its mouth, the Warcraft only needed to extend its mouth forward a little more to swallow the bandits that tried to resist and run away. .

Every bandit who saw its mouth was very interesting. They seemed to have seen something that they only saw in a nightmare, screaming screams that would not be transmitted at all, or falling to the ground weakly. Or trying to attack it like crazy.

Useless.

The monster just raises its mouth and then slams it down hard to flatten the resisting bandit to the ground. Although it is a pity that after many bandits were smashed, many of the blood and internal organs in the body burst out from the body torso, but at least it is interesting food, isn't it?

Unlike swallowing it whole, Warcraft tastes pretty good.

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Keir held his two-handed ax in his hand and kept scanning his surroundings with his eyes strengthened by the red-eyed mushroom sugar pills. For convenience, he lifted up the visor of his helmet and quickly walked towards the direction he had seen before.

He knew that the movement ability of Warcraft was not very strong, so instead of moving forward cautiously, maximizing movement was a better strategy.

Although the thick snow on the ground was very troublesome, Kil used his weight at this time and quickly stepped on the snow, barely allowing himself to move faster.

Just when he calculated that the distance was approaching, a figure approached him from the side. Without thinking, Kil took a step back, and then quickly struck out with an axe.

Missed.

No, it was the top metal surface of the ax, firmly grasped by an armor-covered hand.

"Be careful, waving the weapon blindly will only bring more enemies to yourself." A female voice came from where she came from.

"Knight Lanissa? I'm so sorry. I thought it was a sneak attack from that monster." Kil realized who it was and quickly retracted his axe, and the other party also let go.

After getting closer, in the thick white mist, Kil was finally able to confirm that it was Knight Lanisa.