The bandit leader was almost angry, and immediately gave the order: "Kill that bastard Marcus for me first." ”

At this time, Marcus, who was surrounded by more than a dozen robbers, didn't know what was going on outside, and was instantly dismembered by a knife, and the mercenary leader who had been crisscrossing Nanhuang County for more than ten years died quite aggrieved.

Seeing the tragic death of the boss with his own eyes, the people of the Tempest Mercenary Regiment immediately lost their backbone, and they didn't know whether to run away or continue fighting.

While they were hesitating, the red-eyed robbers had gradually gathered around, and the robber cavalry roaming in the distance also killed.

In an instant, the people of the Tempest Mercenary Group were killed, and more than a dozen people died directly under the butcher's knife.

And Renard and the others had already taken advantage of the chaos to break out of the encirclement and returned to the camp.

However, these people were also injured, and a few of them even failed to come back.

Oro brandished the ghost-headed twin knives and smiled fiercely, "Happy! Happy! It's been a long time since I've been so happy!"

Looking at the members of the Swift Wind Mercenary Regiment who were kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, everyone also felt happy: "Haha! These damn mercenaries dare to collude with robbers, and now they have finally suffered a lot." ”

Nearly half of the robbers were killed and wounded, and he was angry, so he didn't care if he begged for mercy or didn't beg for it, he just raised his knife and cut it.

Seeing this, the people of the Storm Mercenary Group knew that their lives were in danger, and they also resisted desperately.

The two sides fought a bloody battle.

In the end, the robbers relied on their numerical superiority to kill the remaining twenty members of the Wind Mercenary Regiment, and they themselves only had about forty people left, plus the cavalry, there were less than eighty people left.

The bandit leader was furious, and looked at the two dozen or so people left in the camp to kill them.

He was just about to give the order to attack, to kill the opponent to death, but he saw two sharp arrows shooting towards him.

He couldn't believe that this was two hundred meters away from the camp, and the other party could shoot arrows so far?

Before he could react, the arrows swooped into the crowd behind him, followed by two deafening explosions.

"Boom, boom. "Where the arrow landed, a hole with a diameter of 80 centimeters was instantly blown up, and several robbers around were blown up with blood on their faces, and one of them had his leg broken and was lying on the ground wailing in pain.

The bandit leader's scalp was numb, but he still had to give the order to attack.

However, before the words fell, two more arrows flew in, and the target was himself, and he couldn't help but roar angrily: "How much money has Marcus put in, do you want to end our Beard bandit group entirely?"

"Boom, boom. "Two more explosions, but this time they didn't cause much casualties, after all, the moment the arrows came, the robbers all instinctively crawled on the ground.

The bandit leader even walked far away, for fear of being affected by the aftermath of the explosion.

Do we still have a chance to win? The bandit leader couldn't help but ask himself.

Although there is a huge difference in the number of people, the opponent has magic equipment in his hand, which is simply a strategic-level killing weapon.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he wisely chose to escape, after all, he hadn't enjoyed enough of his life: "Retreat!

The bandit leader threw his sword fiercely, which was the final summary of the battle.

However, before he could finish the wave, he saw two fireballs flying in the air, and in his horrified gaze, one of them landed beside him, while the other fell into the crowd behind him.

"Boom, boom. "The explosion was really earth-shattering, and many unlucky robbers were blown out in an instant, and they fell to the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The explosion caught the attention of many people, and the mercenaries looked at Sylvia with nothing but horror in their eyes.

They couldn't believe that this beautiful and graceful woman was a terrifying magician.

Of course, they didn't know that this was all an effect that Sylvia had created with the magic scroll, otherwise they wouldn't have been surprised.

After a while, the robbers who still had some strength to rise from the ground, and they looked at the place where the robber leader stood, and now there was only a twisted sword and a charred corpse, except for the large pit of light smoke.

The robbers completely lost their fighting spirit, and immediately scattered and fled, and when they came, they were violent, and when they left, there were less than 40 people left, which is a tragic word.

They had planned the operation so well that it was almost watertight, and they had successfully implemented the same plan many times before, and each time it went very well.

However, how can they often stand by the river without getting their shoes wet, and this time they are unlucky, and they run into two ruthless stubbles, Renard and Sylvia, and kill them to the point of being frightened and falling into trouble.

"Presumably they won't come out to harm people again for a long time. Sylvia said coldly.

Seeing the robbers retreat, the fleeing merchants and retinues turned back one after another.

In fact, they didn't go far at all, after all, if they wanted to survive in this wilderness, they couldn't do without the mutual help of the large army.

Moreover, the robbers set up rangers around to chase and intercept them, but all those who tried to escape were mercilessly shot, so that they could only wander within two or three miles of the surrounding area.

Moreover, many merchants fainted under the influence of the drug and did not run far at all, that is, except for a few people who died at the beginning, the loss of personnel of a dozen caravans was not very large.

Except, of course, for the Mercenaries of the Tempest, as they were almost completely wiped out.

After receiving the exact news of the bandits' defeat, everyone began to converge towards the camp, waking up their stunned companions along the way.

By noon, the living had returned to camp without incident.

After counting, it was found that there were originally more than a dozen caravans, totaling more than 470 people, but now there are only more than 380 people left, and even four caravans have lost their bosses.

Oloch explained what had happened, and everyone gritted their teeth in hatred.

"Those bastards deserve hell. "When I get to Endless Harbor, I'll report it to the Mercenary Guild and the City Hall. "That's right, not only will they be deprived of their mercenary group licenses, but they will also hang all these guys in the square. ”

The crowd spoke one after another, and from the angry expressions on the faces of these merchants, it was clear that they were serious this time.

As a businessman who values his money as his life and his credibility is very important, anyone who dares to beat them for money is no different from killing their entire family.

The rest of the matter is relatively simple, and everyone begins to sort out their goods, and occasionally there is a dispute over the ownership of something.

As for the goods that have lost their owners, they will naturally have to be sorted out by the person with the biggest fist, and then handed over to the mercenary guild to deal with, but it is unknown how much oil and water will be scraped away.

At this moment, the most powerful and authoritative person in the camp is none other than Oroque.