Mercenaries and Adventurers

"Why are you here?" the knight asked.

Kil scratched his somewhat red nose and said: "We followed the plan before, when the thick fog released by the Warcraft rose, we took the rescued ladies to the outside of the fog safely, and now we are already in the forest. We stayed in a depression for the time being. We discussed it and decided that the best time to deal with the monster would be when the monster destroyed the bandits and consumed a lot of energy, but the bandits it devoured have not yet been digested."

Knight Lanisa crossed her arms and nodded: "If it is judged by those experienced old hunters, then it should be like that."

Then she looked at Kil in front of her: "So, they didn't come in, why did you come here?" She turned her head and looked in the other direction of the mist: "That monster is still happily preying on the bandits who want to escape. . It seems like something happened to those bandits, they are scattering in large numbers."

Kil also looked in the direction the knight was looking, but could see nothing and hear nothing except the thick white mist. However, you can feel slight vibrations through the ground.

Needless to say, this vibration must have been caused by the movement of the huge monster. Or maybe it did something else to trigger a perceptible shock.

(Actually, the monster is swinging its long mouth up and down, crushing the bandits who want to run away.)

After coming back to his senses, Kil looked at the knight and said, "Sorry, sorry, the ground shook just now."

"It's shaking its mouth, eh, disgusting." Lanissa Knight seemed to know what the monster was doing, and didn't like what the monster did.

"Ahem, it's like this. We discussed it before and thought that when we deal with the Warcraft later, if we want to all attack the Warcraft together, we must first break the wide-area fog it releases. I have an idea, wait a minute I can attract the attack of the monster, and you, knight, can rush into the monster and attack those parts of its body that may trigger the fog. In this way, the hunters can also participate in the battle."

The knight nodded: "That guy is afraid of fire. I hope they can bring some torches to drive away the monsters during the battle. But the old hunters are experienced and will not know this. However."

"But what?" Kil asked.

The knight pointed at Kil: "But can you delay the monster? Its legs are sharp and slender and very powerful. With one sweep, it can disembowel all the bandits standing in a row. If it pierces a person, it can The whole torso of a person's body is pierced." But after saying this, Knight Lanisa glanced at Kil's equipment, especially the metal shield Kil's carried behind his left shoulder: "Although your equipment is hard leather armor, it is barely usable. .If you can block it in time with your shield."

Kil felt that the shield could not block the frontal strike of the monster. After all, the monster was too powerful, and even if he blocked it, he would be knocked away far away.

The only thing that can really deal with the monsters is the ax he is holding in his hand. This thing is not only sharp, but also extremely heavy. If you swing it and hit the monster, it will cause some damage.

"I'll be fine. Please see how I perform in the subsequent battles." Kil assured him by puffing up his chest and patting the breastplate of his armor.

"Humph, then I'll wait and see." Knight Lanisa turned around and looked in one direction of the mist.

Kil knew that this knight should have the ability to see through the fog of Warcraft. This white fog that made ordinary people like them helpless did not seem to be an obstacle to Knight Lanissa.

And since the Warcraft has to constantly consume and maintain the fog, so when fighting this knight in the fog, the only disadvantage is the Warcraft itself.

Now think about it, they spent a lot of time when they raided the bandit camp before, but Knight Lanisha who blocked the monster alone did not look very tired. In addition to sweating a lot and being very thirsty.

Kil didn't know what the battle was like not far away, but he knew that if the situation changed, the female knight would remind him.

Now, he just had to get used to the strange feeling that gradually increased after swallowing the second red-eyed mushroom candy pill.

Familiar with this strange feeling, he can use this power in the subsequent battles instead of hindering himself.

--

The bandits are at war here.

Little Khosrus is a strong man, and his weapons are long and heavy. As long as he swings them, no bandit can stop him. Several bandits tried to use a few people to hold shields to resist his offensive, but little Khosrus made a big turn, rounded the round hammer head, and knocked away the bandits who were holding up shields to defend themselves.

The shield exploded into pieces of wood, and the bones and flesh of the left arm holding the shield were shattered, and the whole thing was smashed into the ribs. No bandit who resisted could stand up.

After knocking off several bandits in a row, no one dared to face Khosrus Jr. anymore. The bandits who were still resisting even dared to use weapons to resist throwing weapons, and did not dare to get close to Khosrus Jr.'s attack route.

"Fisk! Don't you think you are very skilled? Do you dare to fight with me?" Little Khosrus rushed to a bandit leader and shouted. He ignored the other bandit who did not rely on his skills to become the boss. The leader, because he knew that that guy was no match, and he would definitely be dead if he faced them at this time.

The bandit leader named Fisk who was cornered pushed his last two henchmen forward, and then he gritted his teeth and rushed forward silently.

If this little Khosrus had been killed, there would still be hope of survival, although it would be slim.

But since old Khosrus is so desperate and wants to use their corpses to feed the monsters and escape alive, then Fisk will have to make the old guy pay a heavy price.

He used a big sword. When this heavy and huge weapon was compared with the weapon of little Chosrus, it was not at all inferior.

After several collisions of heavy and sharp weapons, neither of them could take advantage, but Fisk was not in good condition.

He was once a murderous bandit. He would cut his opponent in half with his sword every time.

But that was before.

Since he won the position of team leader by force, many bandits who came here in admiration have become his new weapons, and they are more powerful and convenient than the big sword that is no longer used.

Moreover, many years of good food and good drinks have also made his body worse than before.

Although he can still wield this weapon now, not only is his body weak and limp like a deflated balloon, but his skills are also too rusty.

On the other hand, little Khosrus fought all the way. Although he had consumed some energy by killing many people in a row, his fighting spirit and courage seemed to be filled with him.

With another loud shout, little Khosrus ignored the pain in his body and opened and closed the long round hammer to attack Fisk.

This makes Fisk have to act appropriately. If you dodge in this situation, you will weaken the opponent too much in terms of momentum. Not only will you lose your aggressiveness, but the bandits in other places are also looking at you.

So we can only fight hard.

But the more this happened, the more frightened he became, because he felt that the big sword that spelled out fame in his hand felt more and more unfamiliar to him, and his legs were weak and he couldn't use any strength. He could barely stand now. I just relied on willpower to hold on.

"He can't survive!" Old Khosrus, who was watching the duel from behind, reminded loudly.

As a son, little Chosrus trusted his father very much. He raised his round hammer high and smashed it down with all his strength.

boom!

Fisk held his sword horizontally and managed to parry the round hammer.

boom!

Little Khosrus shouted again and smashed it down!

Fisk was half-kneeling on the ground, with his sword propped on his head, his eyes bloodshot, not inferior to Kil who had used sugar pills.

"I can't." He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words from between his teeth.

"Death!" Little Khosrus stepped steadily, exerting force on his waist first, then the muscles of his shoulders, and then his arms.

The iron round hammer at the end of the long handle that was driven up gradually accelerated and struck down with an unstoppable and powerful impact.

Snapped!

Fisk's big sword was indeed strong, but his arms could not withstand the impact. The sword was hammered together with his face, and it fell down hard, crushing Fisk's head into flying pieces.

He didn't hold up his neck either, and squeezed into Fisk's chest with the heavy pressure.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha. Okay! Okay! I won!" Little Khosrus roared excitedly, and the battle between the other bandits instantly changed from confrontation to suppression.

Fisk's men and the men of another bandit leader did not have the will and hope to win the battle, their hands and feet were weak, and they could no longer hold their weapons.

They were all defeated and killed by the bandits commanded by the old Chosrus.

They don't want to take prisoners. All the people present who are not theirs must die and be used as scapegoats to feed the monsters.

Another bandit leader looked at this situation, then turned to look at the thick white mist outside the fire.

He shuddered, pulled out the dagger from his waist, thrust it into his chest, and consciously understood that he was going to die.

Rather than being killed by a monster, he hoped that his soul would go to a better place after committing suicide.

--

Old Chosrus watched as the other bandits either ran desperately into the white mist alone or begged for mercy, only to be hacked to death by his men. He asked all his men who were still alive to pack their weapons, then each picked the body of another bandit, and each of them took a handful of burning firewood.

Then everyone followed his instructions and moved in the same direction.

-

"The bandits over there have moved." Knight Lanisa patted Kil and asked Kil to catch up with her.

Because the monster they wanted to deal with didn't pay attention to the remaining corpses next to the fire, and chased after the transferred bandits. As a crusade team to deal with the Warcraft, they naturally had to follow the Warcraft.

-

All the bandits crowded together and walked in a random direction. But after walking for a while, a guy in their team was suddenly knocked down by the legs and feet of a monster protruding from the white mist, and was immediately pierced. Thighs, dragged into the thick white mist.

After seeing this, old Khosrus shouted: "Don't stop! Throw away the body you are carrying and continue walking."

The bandits dropped the corpses they were carrying on their shoulders and, after feeling relaxed, quickly caught up with the team in front. Because of the dense white mist, as long as you stay a few meters away, you will lose sight of your companions.

Warcraft saw these humans abandoning the dead human corpses, and looked at the corpses that were gradually getting cold with some embarrassment.

These corpses are different from the ones next to the fire. The corpses next to the fire are not easy to get close to and eat because they hate flames. But these bodies are different from those randomly thrown on the snow. It only needs to pull the food into its mouth, which is very convenient.

And if you don’t eat it, it will not taste good if humans get cold. Although ice and cold are good, it only feels good when the weather is the hottest. Now in this windy and snowy weather, the most indispensable thing around is cold things.

After much consideration, it still felt that it was a pity to let these human corpses freeze, so it gave up tracking the fast-running bandits, turned around, and used its mouth and legs to pull the human corpses on the ground and devour them.

-

Although the old Chosrus was cold, his heart was hot, and his old face wrinkled up like an old orange with a smile.

After leaving the body behind, they were no longer attacked by monsters.

He sped up to catch up with the bandits in front of him, pushing aside his men who were blocking the way. As he advanced, he loudly told the men beside him that his plan was successful.

Every bandit's men were very excited. Although they lost at least twelve people in the battle just now, it was still worth it. They were still alive.

The bandits that Old Khosrus passed by kept patting their leader's arm and sending their blessings. The old guy also laughed all the way as he walked into his son who was leading the team.

It wasn't until he and his son were at the front of the line that his smiling face twitched and gradually calmed down.

It was a cold look that would make people tremble all over.

Old Khosrus knew that the men he was following behind him could no longer be trusted to lead him. On the surface, they all look the same as before, but after everything that just happened, there's no going back.

They will no longer trust this guy. They are all murderous scum. They can be organized together. It may be because of profit at the beginning, but when the scale reaches a certain level, they have to rely on other things to maintain the organization.

Bandits are not like others. They cannot rely on some roundabout things to maintain their organizational structure. They can often only be controlled through some direct things.

These guys who are rude and simple to kill find it difficult to accept some illusory things, so they can only let them know who is the boss through direct and obvious things.

Force, money, security, trust.

All of these things are fine.

But that's something only used by bandits with limited abilities.

force?

In a one-on-one duel, except for his son, everyone in the team was actually of the same level, but differed in experience. And old Chosrus, even because of his age and injuries, was not as good as those bandits in their prime.

money?

The two largest bandit gangs nearby had just been wiped out by them. Then there are countless properties in their winter camp waiting for them to receive after they escape.

It can only be done if everyone has a share.

There is no other way.

Once he or anyone shows an attitude of wanting to take more, they will only be attacked by a group of people.

The bandits who have obtained a large amount of wealth may not say goodbye the next day. Of course, as soon as the money is divided, the robber may sneak away and never be seen again.

Safety?

After killing people and using corpses to escape from the monsters, no one would think that this forest is safe. Everyone will probably run away and never come back here again.

trust?

His old Chosrus no longer has this thing.

His ruthless plan makes no one trust him anymore. Although he believed that someone in the team must have thought of the same plan as him, he could only propose this plan. But once he revealed this plan, he would no longer be trusted.

Everyone in the team behind him will feel that they will be betrayed by him in any subsequent actions.

He can no longer be the leader of these people.

Maybe his son can.

Everyone saw the heroic performance just now. Among the bandits who believe in force, there may be some who will not leave, but will stay with his son, find a new place, and form a new bandit gang.

As for him, he can only follow his son, come up with ideas, and lead the new members, right?

The old wounds on your body are aching, as if to remind old Khosrus, who just killed one person not long ago, that you are still old. Although he could still kill enemies, no matter how hard he tried, he could not match his son's brave performance just now.

After glancing at little Khosrus, the old guy sighed, patted his son on the shoulder, and whispered to him: "Let the people behind speed up, we must take the opportunity to escape from the white mist of the Warcraft."

"Why don't you say it? I'm almost exhausted. I don't want to speak."

After glaring at his son, the old Khosrus said: "I am the leader. I am ordering you now to tell the people behind you to speed up and take the opportunity to leave the white mist of the Warcraft."

Curling his lips, little Khosrus had no choice but to slow down and explain to his companions walking behind them one by one, asking them to speed up and take advantage of this opportunity to leave the white mist of Warcraft.

Every bandit was flattered and excited when he heard what little Khosrus said.

After he notified everyone who was still alive, and then accelerated to the front, they finally walked out of the white mist released by the monster.

As soon as it came out, everyone was either excited or crying and howling in pain.

Old Chosrus yelled twice, but it didn't work. Young Chosrus yelled to calm down all the bandits.

"Don't stop! Let's get out of here." He said.

This made the bandits realize that their so-called happiness was just escaping from the sneak attacks of Warcraft. Before coming, everyone was confident that a Warcraft was nothing, but when everyone was deep in the white mist, they still felt the same fear. lingering in my mind.

It may haunt them for a lifetime.

Whenever they have nightmares in the future, they will surely relive the desperate moments in the nightmares.

The old guy bumped into his son. Did this guy forget what he just told him?

"Oh, by the way! Although we were unable to deal with the Warcraft, the good news is that the other two bandit gangs must have died in the white mist. So?" Little Khosrus blinked.

The eyes of the quick-thinking among the robbers have already lit up.

"So everything they still have left in the winter camp belongs to us now! As long as we sneak attack and kill some of the old, weak, sick and disabled people left behind, all their wealth will be ours. Dad said, what we get will be ours." It can be divided equally." Little Khosrus's words made everyone grin, revealing all kinds of rotten teeth, yellow teeth, and stinky teeth, as well as the laughter of all the bandits.

"Then why don't you hurry up! Hurry up, hurry up! Whoever comes first gets to pick first!"

The bandits moved forward through the snow at half the speed of before. This momentum surprised even the well-informed old Chosrus.