Charles had been crouching motionless on the trunk of a tree since he had fended off three arrows for Max.

The brainwave detection was fully unfolded, and the space within a radius of nearly sixty meters was in full view, and the slope in the depths of the dense forest was gradually steep, and there were countless rocks of all sizes, but this could not stop his gaze.

I saw him gradually look at a short and fat stone less than half a person tall on the steep slope.

There were people in ambush here, which he didn't expect.

This person was dressed in snow-white clothes, and from the beginning he was lying on a branch forty meters away, clinging to the branch and not moving, not to mention that ordinary people's eyes could not see, and even Charles's brainwave detection was difficult to distinguish for a while.

If he hadn't seen that Max was about to launch a surprise attack, he hurriedly shot out and revealed his original location, and Charles wouldn't have found him.

Out of the professional instinct of a distant archer, as soon as the three arrows came out, he immediately retracted his bow and transferred more than a dozen hidden points in a row with great speed.

But for some reason, he always faintly felt in his heart that his series of standard tactical moves did not seem to shake off the other party's eyes.

Crawling behind a low rock on the slope, holding his breath and hiding for a while, he finally couldn't hold back the uneasiness in his heart and quietly poked his head out.

Sure enough, the pair of black eyes were locked on him, and his long eyebrows were slightly furrowed, like a falcon resting on a high branch examining its prey.

The Far Archer was immediately frightened by the cold and godless eyes and retracted his head, he was in layers of snow, but he felt as if he was in a furnace, and after only a short moment, he broke out in a cold sweat.

No, you can't go out, you can find me from so far away, this is not an ordinary master!

That kind of look is the look of a dead man...... Going to die, definitely going to die!

I'm going to escape, the two of them are level 8 fighters, they can help me hold them down!"

But the way he moves......

It's over—there's no escape!

Mentally calculating the possibility of his escape over and over again, the more the far-archer calculated, the more frightened he became, because no matter how he thought, he couldn't escape.

Before he knew it, cold sweat was already covering his cheeks, and hot air was already coming out in front of his eyes.

Charles stared at the stone where the archers were hiding for a while, he knew that people in this profession had good patience, but he was afraid that he would not be able to get out for a while.

Ah, the snow on the mountain makes my eyes hurt...

He blinked his somewhat astringent eyes, and only then did he regain his senses. I was about to take a closer look at what the instructor was doing below, when I suddenly heard:

"The two of us can't move at the ninth level, so let's take down the young one above first and take him as a hostage. ”

"You dare!"

"See if I dare!"

Seeing Max's anxious appearance, he hurriedly waved his hand to show that he could handle it.

With this wave of his hand, the long-haired mercenary had already climbed the tree trunk opposite, looked at Charles and smiled: "You don't think it's okay to hide here, do you?"

Facing the hideous face on the opposite side, Charles squatted on the flying blade, dragging his cheeks expressionlessly, looking lacking in interest.

The long-haired mercenary thought he was scared silly, and when he saw that the inch-headed mercenary on the opposite side also touched the treetops with Max's flying knife, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and a shining flying hook had appeared in his hand at some point.

This flying hook was carefully polished by him, and the sharp hook claws combined with the strength of an eighth-level warrior could pierce through even steel.

This kind of flying hook has a peculiar shape, it is used in the eaves and the wall is invincible, and it is used to detain people, once the target is hooked, unless the ribs are torn off, otherwise it is life or death depends on the person who uses it.

Under the brainwave detection, of course he could see the inch-headed mercenary behind him clearly, but his indifferent appearance made Max very anxious:

"Charles, watch your back!"

"Hey, it's late!"

The two mercenaries shot almost at the same time, only to see the silver light of the flying hook flash, drawing two dazzling arcs in the air, each leading a chain with a black ribbon to follow, flanking back and forth, flying towards Charles.

Seeing that the sharp flying hook was about to buckle between the target's ribs, the long-haired mercenary had already grinned and showed a smug smile, and even the calm inch-headed mercenary breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw that this young man's armor was not ordinary, and at first glance it was a talisman tailor-made for him by a famous artist, as long as he caught this person, that Max would definitely throw a mouse, so he could only obediently let the three of them go.

But at this moment, the two flying hooks suddenly stopped the car in front of each other for some reason, and stopped in mid-air so quietly and obediently.

"It's not good, it's the steel elemental talent!"

The inch-headed mercenary's brain moved quickly, and he reacted immediately, and untied the chain on his wrist like crazy, as if this chain flying hook, which he cherished as his life on weekdays, had turned into a poisonous snake wrapped around his hand at this time, and would bite him at any time.

Hearing that his companion lost his voice and broke the sky, the long-haired mercenary was suddenly so frightened that his soul flew away, and he was able to stop his blow with his mental power, and the other party was at least an eight-ring disciple.

Oh my God, the Iron Elemental Disciple of the Eight Rings!

Both of them were so frightened that their faces turned blue, they threw off the chains, and they were about to run away without looking back.

"Do you want to run?" Seeing the two of them fleeing separately, their movements extremely neat, Charles flew out with a cold face, and in a few ups and downs, he was already standing on the next tree that the long-haired mercenary was trying to climb.

"Damn, I'm fighting with you!" The long-haired mercenary pounced in a hurry, and his right hand went straight to Charles's neck.

"Bang!"

In response to him was a fist of steel.

The long-haired mercenary was in mid-air, which was an excellent target, and Charles punched him out and hit him in the face, and with the strength of his flesh alone, he blasted his whole body upside down, breaking two or three big trees along the way, and then fell into the snow.

The inch-headed mercenary heard the sound behind him and knew that the other party had intercepted his companion first, and he was secretly happy in his heart.

Not far ahead was the main road, and the horses of the three were tied to the entrance of this forest, and if they killed the other two horses, the two behind would not be able to catch up with them.

Okay, the last tree, cross this tree, and I'm safe!

The inch-headed mercenary used all his strength, and finally escaped to the edge of the woods in the shortest possible time, and seeing that three good horses were in front of him, he leaped with all his might, and his hands were already adjusted in the air, and as soon as he rode the black horse in the middle, he was about to slap the other two foals.

At this moment, the Achilles tendon on his back foot was numb, and a sharp pain suddenly came from his foot.

"Ah——!h

The inch-headed mercenary screamed in silence and glanced back at the back of his calf, only to see an octopus-shaped pointed hook claw piercing his calf.

Charles stood sideways on a section of tree trunk more than ten meters away, as if his gravity was emanating from it.

The back of his right hand armor was activated, and a chain the size of a little thumb ran from the inside of the armor, connecting to the pointed hook on the leg of the inch-headed mercenary.

"My legs! Oh my legs!!"

Ignoring the cries of the inch-headed mercenary, Charles dragged him all the way to the side of the road, while Max followed with the unconscious long mercenary.

He unchained one end and handed it to Max, without raising his head, and said loudly into the depths of the forest:

"The one on the slope, do you come down by yourself, or will I help you go down?"