Frank's face was full of confusion.

They were just thirty paces away from the prisoners, and they could hear their own conversation......s. It must have been the fight between the little bird and the pesky that attracted them.

Can you still go back? No...... It's late...... He saw out of his eye that two prisoners were already blocking his path.

Seeing this, Frank didn't say anything, and directly turned around and took down the two hand axes from the warhorse.

The hand axe is two feet long, and the handle of the axe is wrapped in a thick white cloth to enhance friction and prevent it from falling off. The blade of the axe is carved with three deep blood grooves and hollow carvings. The axe was wide, larger than both of Frank's heads, and holding the two hand axes in front of him immediately formed a huge shield that could block the upper body and head.

"I know you've traveled a long way, so you should be tired by now!" Frank said unceremoniously and loudly, "You are prisoners, and I, I am a mercenary who takes money to do things, and I am a mercenary with the title of a fourth-class samurai! Maybe you think you can crush me with the advantage of numbers, but I can definitely ...... before I die Kill twenty people! Who's coming first?"

It was a threat from a fourth-class samurai, very direct and brutal! That meant telling them that whoever came first would pay a high price.

Some of the prisoners looked calm, some thoughtful, and some smiled. "You could have gone...... But you don't want to die?"

Frank's tomahawk was still holding in front of his face, and he said in a deep voice, "If no one wants to do it, please ...... Tell me what's on your wagon, and I promise to leave at once!" he was still thinking about his mission......

"What if I don't tell you?" Some prisoners don't care what rank Frank is, even if it's a seventh or eighth level samurai, what if it's a ninth-level samurai?

"Then, I'll go one step at a time until I open the barrel behind you myself!" Frank's voice was deep, like an oath. "Whoever stands in my way, die!"

Frank's angry voice spread to the ears of every prisoner, I have to say that Frank has an unparalleled momentum at this time, not to mention that he alone dares to threaten two hundred prisoners, if he were an ordinary person standing here, he would have been scared to pee his pants.

But it's clear that Frank's threat is about to fail. The reason is simple, he shouldn't have mentioned the word "death" to a group of people who were about to die. Indeed, the word "death" is sensitive to some prisoners, many of whom are death row prisoners themselves!

I saw that the one leaning on the tree left the trunk, and the one who scratched his head held the knife in both hands, and stood up from the ground with his feet buckled. They stand in the way of Frank at the same time!

For the condemned prisoners, they have lost everything, and their only life will be terminated by an executioner or a rope at noon on a certain day. It was the gnome who gave them a chance, and the gnome said to them, "Complete this mission, and everyone will be free again!"

Freedom is not worth mentioning for ordinary people, but for prisoners, there is nothing more delicious than freedom, and yet at this time, there is a stupid mercenary in the way of their freedom. What should they do? The answer is self-evident! Almost all the prisoners gathered around!

He came out of the desperate situation by himself, and only he swallowed the bitter fruit with his life...... It's a pity...... The master's assignment failed...... As the leader of the mercenary group, he has no lack of courage, but he seems to lack such a thing as wisdom......

The battle was on the verge of breaking out, and almost everyone expected the tragic end of the mercenary in front of them!

Just as Frank burst out with a fighting spirit, just as the sun was setting on the western horizon and darkness was falling, just as the prisoners raised their steel knives, a lazy and curious voice sounded: "What's the matter!

It was a dwarf riding Odin's war horse who spoke, and I saw him riding a black horse slowly from the north and walking in front of everyone.

He came silently, and if he hadn't spoken, no one would have noticed the arrival of this dwarf.

Seeing this, all the prisoners bowed their heads as if they had seen the king. "You go on, hehe, leave me alone. The dwarf laughed. "I'm just watching the excitement. Well...... By the way, let's get some of the 'goodies' from this carriage into Joson City, hurry up! Hurry up, my boys in black, get moving!"

Suddenly, the man in black, who had a bad face, immediately turned into a baby in black, and dozens of babies in black took action, busily driving the carriage and waking up the horses from their stupor one by one.

Frank was still surrounded among the prisoners, and could only watch as they drove the wagons into the city of Joson. He thought to himself that this dwarf must be Sisoo...... Hopefully, the foolish Count has found Mr. Palestinian.

"Go on, my babes in black, I just heard this guy threatening you. The dwarf laughed, "For Odin's sake...... If you're willing to be kind, you can don't kill him, but you have to teach him a lesson! Cut off a foot, or cut off a hand? Actually, you can kill him...... You guys are free! Don't look at me! Hurry! Get some excitement! Hehehehe......"

At the gnome's behest, the prisoners once again focused on Frank.

However, it was Frank who made the first move!

It was he who drove himself to death, and there was no turning point, so ...... Strike first!

The twin axes slammed up and slashed the neck of the nearest prisoner!

Frank is in a desperate posture when he moves! The most ideal result is that he dies and dozens of prisoners are buried with him! If it doesn't work, he has to settle for the next best thing, and pull a few more pads before he dies!

It's a battle without suspense, or rather, a one-sided banter. Frank wanted to fight hard, but the prisoners attacked and retreated, and with the advantage in numbers, they didn't need to fight hard.

After seeing Frank's martial arts, all the prisoners tacitly chose defensive tactics.

To put it mildly, it's like a bunch of mice besieging a cat, the cat can easily catch the mouse, but it doesn't have time to bite down before it has to deal with the claws that come from behind!

The dwarf watched the scene of the mouse playing with the cat, and suddenly felt a little bored. Actually, the prisoners are also boring, although they are the ones who play the game, but this kind of killing war is really not interesting...... And the patience of the cat in front of me is really a bit tough.

Finally, another mouse was sacrificed, but he also left paw prints on the cat's body!

People shout and neigh!

At first, Frank was still able to walk around his Odin horse to dodge, but the steel knife had no eyes, and Frank's war horse was quickly cut down by steel knives cut from all directions!

Suddenly, Frank was attacked on his back!

The wound on his shoulder that he had injured a few days ago had already collapsed, and at this time, another steel knife fell on his wound, almost turning him into a one-armed regimental leader!

He kept turning and swinging his axe!

The prisoners also cut their red eyes, and the standing positions became more and more dense, and some people couldn't retreat if they wanted to!

Someone died, someone was wounded, someone choked, someone wailed!

Blood! Covered in blood! Seven or eight cuts were all over Frank's back! like a fine cobweb!

The hand axe slammed into the skull, making a terrifying bone cracking sound!

The battle stopped for a moment and broke out quickly!

The prisoners are more cautious, and the mercenaries are more desperate!

To have to work hard, to slack off and retreat a little is to die!

Is he going to die here? Kill only six, or seven? He's not satisfied!

In an instant, the axe swung out, slicing through a freckled face! The axe fell, severing a flinching leg! At the same time, two more scars were added to his back!

It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It's like being bitten by a demon!

Ultimately...... The movement of the hand axe is getting slower and weaker...... Finale...... There seems to be no surprise.

The gnome smacked his lips and felt extremely bored as he looked at the warband that was moving more and more slowly. At this moment, however, he heard a discordant sound, both familiar and unfamiliar, like a rapid drum beat, like a bursting heartbeat. In the end, he determined...... Experience has taught him that only dozens of horses running at the same time can form such a hoof sound!

He couldn't help but turn his head slowly, and saw a cavalry team riding Odin's war horse rushing out of the city gate!

"Captain Frank!

"Captain Frank! I'm Lucis......"

"For the Timberwolves Mercenary Group ......"

"Fight for Frank......"