The Game of Demon Hunter

The airship gradually lowered its altitude, and white steam filled the sky above the fortress. The high-temperature gas turned into water droplets in the cold morning air, causing the slave soldiers around the airship to shiver.

A narrow metal spiral staircase was lowered, and a Templar wearing the same type of armor as Abraham, but more elaborate, stepped out of the airship, holding a long stick in his hand.

A U-shaped structure is connected to the front of the stick, and lightning is constantly shuttled back and forth in it.

Following the new Templar came down were four warriors wearing black full-body armor. The tall and heavy armor reminded the witcher of the Khorne champion he had faced before.

The Templar seemed to have no intention of communicating with his colleagues. He simply waved his hand, and the four warriors behind him silently walked towards the metal box containing the bugs.

The witcher gave the female warriors a wink, signaling that they were ready for a surprise attack at any time.

From the corner of his eyes, he had already seen many slave soldiers trembling uncontrollably, with large drops of cold sweat dripping down the bridge of their noses onto the ground.

Facing their former masters, these slaves can persist until now, which is already very good.

Abraham walked up to the new Templar knight with a serious face, bowed his head and saluted him: "My lord, for your safety, please complete the loading task as soon as possible, the troops in my hand can no longer resist the new Tyranids It's a round of attack."

"I have my own measure, and I don't need you to say more." The new Templar looked at Abraham with great interest: "Are you the lucky one who was picked out of the slaves by the Master Mage?"

Abraham still lowered his head and did not answer. Xu Yichen noticed that Abraham's calf was trembling slightly, and the slave soldiers who were close behind him even started to tremble with their weapons.

"How does it feel to wait to die?" Fortunately, the new Templars focused all their attention on the aliens in front of them, and didn't notice the strangeness of the slaves: "Soon you will be the same as you were before. All of my friends have become food for the worms."

"A slave will always be a slave!" the Templar said contemptuously, and the four black-armored warriors behind him had already installed the fixed rope hanging from the airship and the metal box.

"My lord, it has been fixed and ready to set sail at any time." A black-armored warrior turned to report to the Templars.

"Let's go, leave this bunch of shit waiting to die here!" The templar turned and walked towards the cabin, if it wasn't for seeing this templar who was born as a slave, he wouldn't have stepped out of the airship at all.

This guy who was born as a slave is simply a disgrace to the Knights Templar class. Fortunately, after a period of operation, this guy was placed in a post that must die.

Lord Werther's temporary call for the order of the airship gave him some thought to look at the desperate expression of this slave, and he could talk to others when he returned.

It's a pity that this person is too ignorant, and has no self-knowledge that death is imminent, wasting his time.

"Wait! Your Excellency!" A wounded lone wolf mercenary blocked the path of the Templar knight: "What about us! We should have withdrawn with you! Our mission does not include waiting to die here!"

"Sorry, outsiders, my mission doesn't include taking you along this route!" The templar looked at the mercenaries in front of him with a frosty face, feeling that these outsiders were really uneducated.

So he raised his chin at those black-armored warriors, and the black-armored warriors dragged this man back like a dead dog. In terms of strength, these men were all stronger than that mercenary.

The Sword and Shield Warrior and the Giant Archer glanced at each other. What the Siris said was true, this damn mage really wanted to kill them on purpose!

"Do your job well, outsiders!" The Templar looked up at the airship in the sky: "Otherwise you will die immediately!"

Following his gaze, everyone saw sharp arrows pointing at them on the porthole of the airship, and behind the arrows were pairs of ruthless eyes.

The mercenaries who came on the airship all knew that forty armed men could easily be carried in this kind of flying object that had never been seen before.

What's more, the airship in front of them is much bigger than the one when they came!

Everyone looked at the witcher, that Sirisian again, hoping that he had been prepared for this situation.

The witcher lived up to expectations, and blew a whistle vigorously, attracting the attention of the Templars and the black-armored warriors: "Hey, fool, be careful behind you!"

The Templar turned his head in some doubts, and what greeted him was Abraham's iron fist. The fist with the metal glove easily broke the bridge of the Templar's nose and half of his teeth.

"I have a name!" Abraham's eyes flashed with anger: "My name is Abraham Lincoln!"

In the next second, the ranger drew his bow continuously, killing two people before the archer on the airship could react.

Behind him, Mancini raised the military crossbow in his hand and shot his own crossbow bolt at close range, piercing the head of a black-armored warrior through the gap in the helmet.

The female warrior yelled violently, raised the shield in her hand to face the rain of arrows, and knocked a black armored warrior to the ground. The barbarian berserker who was shirtless beside her swung a huge ax and dodged one of the opponent's arm.

"My wild cow, you fascinate me!" The mad cow excitedly followed behind the female warrior, helping her block the attack of another black-armored warrior.

Vittoria kept a dark face and said nothing. She swung the flail higher and faster than usual, hitting her opponent with only the power to parry.

The slave soldiers seemed shocked by the scene in front of them. Perhaps they were used to killing each other with bugs when they were under control, but this was the first time they used their will to wave their weapons at the enemy.

And this enemy is the master who was once aloof.

This made them lose the opportunity, and was shot down by the archers on the airship.

"My brothers! It's time to prove yourself!" Abraham held the templar's hair in one hand, and with the other hand he put the long sword across the opponent's neck and shouted: "Are you afraid? You can speak loudly now." Shout out! Are you afraid of death? Prove it to me! Kill me all the offal on the boat!"

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" The slaves let out a chilling roar, carrying their spears against the rain of arrows, and rushed in along the open hatch.

Though their arms were not of the right length for indoor combat, they had teeth, nails, fists, and angry free hearts.

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