Most of the time, people's potential is forced out under the pressure of adversity, and after the initial life and death line fighting, the cooperation between the members of the trial team has become more and more tacit, and the combat skills have gradually changed from unfamiliar to proficient, and the actual combat skills that have been learned in the trial have begun to be brought into full play.

At the moment of life and death, no one dares to be negligent, and the only way to survive is to defeat the enemy in front of them. You live and die, I live and you die, the cruel simple truth.

With the passage of time, the fierce battle in the encirclement was beyond the expectations of all the robbers, probably no one would have thought in advance that Muk would not be able to take down a group of half-year-old children for a long time, and the offensive was slowly losing its discipline due to impatience, and now it was all with brute force to suppress the other party, on the other hand, the group of children were calm and calm, if it continued like this, Muk would capsize in the gutter sooner or later.

"Black dog! Immediately send an arrow to the opposite side and interrupt their rhythm, otherwise Mook is likely to be in danger. The robbers had no chance of letting it go, and when Mook's shoulder was accidentally cut open by Ralph's sneak attack, one of the robbers whispered to his companions.

"Good!"

As for the cruel words that Muck said just now, everyone took it as a deaf ear, after all, the life of his companion is important, and who will tell you what faith at the critical moment.

The robber with the crossbow bolt was hidden behind the people, and the crossbow crosshair was quietly aimed at Willy, who had been directing the battle in the distance, in his eyes, Willy was the biggest reason why Muk could not attack for a long time, if there was no accurate dispatch in the battle, they would inevitably mess with themselves, and Muk would definitely be able to reverse the unfavorable shape in one fell swoop.

Boom.

The crossbow arrow carried the robber's deep malice and shot out, Willy, who was physically and mentally engaged in the combat command, was not at all defenseless, in the blink of an eye, a large blood flower burst out of his chest, and the whole person stared at the chest penetrated by the half-crossbow arrow with unbelievable eyes, he was half-kneeling on the ground, his mouth was open and closed, and the shadow of death and horror directly plunged his brain into a brief blank.

"Willy!"

The sudden change shocked all the members of the trial team on the spot, and Muck took advantage of their collective distraction, and the wildly dancing mace smashed the nearest Barbean and Corette into the air at once, losing the barrier of frontal confrontation, and Ralph and Conneel, who were directly exposed to Mook's mace, suddenly panicked, slashing with long swords, and shooting crossbow arrows and knives, as a result, Muck smashed them to the ground without much effort.

"Boy, I won."

Mook expressionlessly pointed his mace at Willy, who was trying to kneel in front of him, his face turned unusually pale from blood loss, his forehead and cheeks were dripping with cold sweat, perhaps because of the severe pain in his chest, he couldn't even speak now, just stared at Mook with his eyes, as if he wanted to take his face to Hades.

"Your fighting spirit has earned my respect, and although I won, I know very well that I am so disgraced that I am ashamed of myself for winning." Mook continued in a deep voice, "But so what, because this world only remembers the winner, and only the victor can live in this world. ”

"I'm not convinced!"

Willie gritted his teeth and struggled to spit out the resentment in his heart.

"Do you think other people or the world care what you think? Who do you think you are? In fact, you are nothing, and the loser has no say in front of the winner. Mook slowly lifted the mace in his hand. I will not spare your lives for the disgrace of the battle, but I can leave you a whole corpse, a cemetery, and that is the only thing you will earn. ”

Watching a play is a wonderful thing, but participating in a play is not necessarily wonderful.

As early as the moment when the robber came out, Xia Lan, who smelled the movement, quickly and quietly fled from the team, hiding in the reckless mountain forest without a trace, and the members of the trial team who were in a state of panic at that time were completely unaware, and their attention was on the robber attacking from afar.

In fact, Xia Lan did not flee too far, and all the time he was in the shadows observing the actions of the Trial Squad in the face of the bandits, their wolves, their bravery, their light, and their failures.

Before participating in the Templar Trials, some of them were the children of nobles, some were children of commoners, except for the difference in status, they were no different from ordinary teenagers, they were emotionally rich and unstable, self-conscious and willful, between simplicity and maturity, impulsive and blind.

Although the initial trial greatly tempered their will, but under the strong appearance is more like a kind of stubbornness of young people who are unwilling to admit defeat, the real inner strength is far from being formed overnight, this trial task is not so much to assess personal ability, but rather a spiritual experience, the body can become strong through persistent cultivation, and the mind needs self-breakthrough to grow and sublimate.

Raising the crossbow in her hand, Xia Lan sighed softly and pulled the trigger with her fingers.

The moment Mook's mace was about to land on Willy's head, his body's instinctive omen of danger made him subconsciously dodge sideways, but his body was too bulky, and the off-string crossbow bolt shot by Xia Lan's hand still pierced his shoulder, and the mace in Muke's hand, which was suddenly stimulated, couldn't help but fall to the ground.

“？”

"There's an ambush!"

The robbers were stunned for half a second before shouting nervously, their vigilant eyes searching for suspicious danger.

Before they could find out, they heard a scream beside them, and following the sound, it turned out that a companion had been shot in the neck by a crossbow arrow, gushing blood, desperate struggle, and in a short time completely lost his breath.

Panic is contagious, a person's death is not terrible, what is terrible is that the companions around him die in front of him one after another, no one knows whether the next target of the mysterious crossbow will be themselves, if the robbers have the heart to observe the dead, they will find that these dead companions are carrying long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows.

"He's there!"

Finally, a robber spotted the direction of the crossbow arrow, and without his warning, the rest of the robbers, who were already full of anger, quickly swarmed into the dense mountain forest pointed by the robbers, leaving only a few robbers with limited mobility such as Mook to stay in place.

"Is it Green?"

Willy was a little dazed by the events that had taken place, perhaps because of the blood loss, and his dazed head made it difficult for him to discern what was happening in front of him, and it was not until a man's name passed through his dull mind that he realized the truth of the matter.

"Are you here to save us...... Why are you here to save us now......"

Willy muttered, his eyes glancing at his dying companions on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes, his heart manic, angry, dripping blood; Why?! Why did he disappear when the robbers appeared? Why is he only showing up now? Why did they have to wait until they were covered in bruises and their lives were hanging by a thread? He wanted to question Green loudly! He wants to know all the answers!

"Is the experience of failure, the experience of death interesting?"

Perhaps the heavens had heard the cry in Willy's heart, and a familiar voice that was so flat that it was almost indifferent wafted in his ears.

"Who!?"

Mook, who had the sharpest reaction, immediately turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

Xia Lan walked out of the mountain forest on the other side slowly, holding an ordinary standard long sword in her hand, her delicate face was as light as ever, the breeze was blowing the long black hair that was tied at will, and the dazzling golden sunlight shone on the slender back, looking at it from a distance, it actually gave people an inexplicable pressure aura.

"Who are you?"

Muck clenched the mace in his hand and said with a cold expression.

"The one who saved them."

Xia Lan glanced at the team members on the ground and said nonchalantly.

"Are you their head?"

A cold snort filled with contempt came from Mook's nose.

"I'm not their head," Charan slowly walked to Willy's side, only a few steps away from Mook, he reached out and pressed his hand lightly on Willy's shoulder, tilted his head to look at Willy, who was staring at him, and whispered, "Because they are not qualified to be my subordinates yet." ”

"You're such a mean leader." Muk scoffed.

"I never wanted to sit in the position of leader, but they pushed me to this position with wishful thinking." Xia Lansong opened the hand on Willy's shoulder and said, "In that case, I have to take some responsibility for them. ”

"Your tactics are good, you shot my companions to cause panic and anger, and then deliberately exposed your position to attract their pursuit, and the result was very successful, not only did you transfer them away, but also won the best conditions for yourself to rescue them." Muck seemed to have figured out what had just happened at once, and he couldn't see that his clumsy exterior was so delicate under his mind. "But are you too conceited? Do you really think you can defeat us lightly? ”

As soon as the words fell, the other robbers who stayed behind surrounded Xia Lan at the same time.

"Conceit comes from self-confidence."

Xia Lan raised his sword, and the blade pointed at Muk and said, "It just so happens that I am quite confident in my swordsmanship. ”

"Arrogance!"

Muk roared and burst into attack, and the mace in his hand swung towards Xia Lan with a thunderous momentum, as if it was not affected by the shoulder injury at all, and at the same time, the surrounding robbers shot out in unison, instantly blocking all of Xia Lan's dodge directions.

However, Xia Lan didn't intend to hide at all, his body bowed, like an antelope jumping into a mountain stream, and suddenly jumped towards Muk, the wildly dancing mace grazed his scalp dangerously and dangerously, and the next moment, the long sword in his hand quickly leaned forward, and the body was directly attached to Muke's strong chest.

"As I said, my self-confidence stems from my swordsmanship."

Mook's eyes widened, and behind his back, at the location of his heart, the long blade that glowed with a cold light was so dazzling in the sunlight. (To be continued.) )

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