Luo Sheng swayed from side to side with the camel's advance with joy, and his palm constantly rubbed the black gun in his hand, like stroking his lover, full of love and intoxicated.

This gun, how to look at it, how to like it.

In the southern part of the Ghana Mountains, pine is abundant, and the barrel of the spear made from the pine is a must in the kingdom. Its cutting, transportation, and production all need manpower, where does the manpower come from in this barren mountain and wilderness?

That's right, the knight's favorite pine spear was made by bandits.

They were originally honest craftsmen in the mountains, but after the intervention of the professionals, they immediately changed their taste, and under the rule of violence, they could only survive by hanging the same names as bandits, bandits, and heroes, and feed their already suffering families with their crafts.

The pine that is more than 50 years old has a slightly better growth trend, and it can grow to the thickness of a child's arm without encountering major disasters.

Pinch the head and remove the tail, peel the skin and dry, supplemented by bamboo strips, tung oil, and brown silk, repeatedly smeared and dried, a good pine gun barrel, from falling into the soil, to the knight in the hand, it must take more than 60 years.

"The strength of the pine, the flexibility of the bamboo, perfectly blended together, the hardness is not inferior to steel, the buffer is ten times that of steel, it takes fifteen or six years of effort, how can it be bad!"

"That's, that's ......" Luo Sheng kept nodding, the old man on the camel beside him, pinching his beard and smiling, this old man is a celebrity in the mountains of Ghana, a red pine gun craftsman, Marza.

The Magic Sword Squad and the bandit groups in the Ghana Mountains reached a cooperation in the form of a "mission", with Torres paying and the Magic Sword exterminating the Wolves for them.

In Wulian's opinion, this is completely aiding and abetting!

But I couldn't stand the persuasion of some team members, and slowly, my own thinking also changed, and I had no choice but to accept it. They are all bandits, but the wild wolf group is obviously more "tyrannical", and the wild wolf has even had a little holiday with himself, killing some bad guys, and being able to protect more good guys, why not do it? Anyone thinks about the problem from the perspective of interests, and the captain of the magic sword at this time is no different.

An ordinary person follows the magic sword team, this is a way for both parties to feel at ease, as for the reward, part of it has been put into the pocket, and the red pine gun in Luo Sheng's hand is part of it.

In the fourth and fifth year of Xinlan, on the night of the beginning of summer and February, the magic sword team stepped into the camp of the wild wolf group.

It was the beginning of the month, the crescent moon hung low, and the night was pitch black.

Four hours after nightfall, when the wolves were sleeping soundly, the magic sword team launched an attack, and the battle was mainly based on sneak attacks, Ye Ya, Xiong Xiuxiu, and Raptors were all forced to withdraw from the attack, and the two mages, before they were exposed, were not allowed to gather the elves.

People who are hovering on the edge of life and death have an extraordinary sensitivity to the flow of magic elves, and the captain Wu Lian is by no means unwilling to fight a head-on battle in the night with two peak full-time warriors.

Lingling's arrow, pointing to the watchtower, has fallen into a drowsy, constantly nodding the head, Min Zhen, Dao Dao upside down under the watchtower guard, the two wolf group members are talking meat talk one by one, Miao Xiaodao has climbed to the bottom of the watchtower, and the thick shadow is one.

Miao Xiaodao passed through the bottom of the watchtower and slowly touched the red willow bushes on the side, his task was to solve the secret post hiding here.

"Whew...... ......The faint sound of the wind that continued to rise and fall drowned out the sound of crushing the broken branches of the red willow, and Miao Xiaodao kept approaching the position in his memory.

"Whew...... ......"Miao Xiaodao was happy, the dark whistle was lying on his back in the sand nest, holding the barrel of a spear in his arms, and on his right hand, there was an unwound crossbow machine, sleeping sweetly, this sound was the sound he snored.

In the dark, Miao Xiaodao couldn't help but sigh, leaked a mouthful of white teeth, half-squatted up, put the crossbow machine into the gold coin bag, pulled his right hand slightly, the blade cut the small half of the neck of the dark whistle, and then sent it back with his right hand, and the long sword honestly returned to the scabbard, which didn't take half a breath, and then, Miao Xiaodao's left palm pressed his mouth and nose, his right palm pressed his left hand, and his right knee tightly pressed his right wrist against the sand, and let the blood spray his face with the struggle of the dark whistle.

At the same time, the knife that was also hanging upside down on the eaves stretched out its forelimbs and touched Min Zhen, and the two pets released their feet at the same time and threw themselves at one person.

"Let's go!" As soon as Ye Ya's words fell, the black shadow head on the watchtower slammed to the left, and there was no more sound, Luo Sheng, Wu Lian, and Ye Ya stood up and rushed towards the watchtower.

At this time, the four sentinels of the wild wolf were all dead.

The magic sword didn't alarm anyone!

Luo Sheng took the lead, followed the path that he knew by heart, and went straight to the deputy residence of the wild wolf group. Ye Ya and Wu Lian followed him closely, Miao Xiaodao came out of the red willow bush, and Lingling rounded, the two of them postponed, paying attention to whether there was an accident, this was obviously a necessary but redundant measure, everyone was asleep, and there was not even one who got up to put water.

Luo Sheng successfully touched the handle of Zhang Mingjiang's door, and saw Lingling climb onto the roof opposite, so he deeply exhaled the long-suppressed breath in his abdomen, took a deep breath, and gently pushed open the wooden door.

The room is very dark, the area is not large, the yellow clay wall is very thick, this kind of wall, can maintain the temperature well, warm in winter and cool in summer, but also isolated from the light, only in front of the open door, cast a dark square moonlight. On the left hand wall, there was a square table made of inferior wood nailed at random, and there were several dishes on it, and what made Luo Sheng happy was that on the edge of the table, there was a black shadow of an axe lying flat.

It is impossible for every high-ranking warrior to have only one weapon on his body, but there is only one weapon that is commonly used and used to his hands!

Zhang Mingjiang was still asleep and did not wake up, but the soldier's intuition allowed him to dodge the fatal blow.

At the moment when the sharp tip of the gun pierced the skin, Zhang Mingjiang instinctively turned over and got out of bed, his right hand covered the neck that was sneering and spurting blood, and his left hand groped, lifted an iron rod, and threw it to the corner of the wall, where there was a basin shelf, where his usual toiletries were placed, and most importantly, the upper part of the basin shelf was equipped with a copper mirror.

This sudden sound was loud and piercing in the silent night.

"What sound?"

"It's ...... time for rats to come into heat"

"Big night, who's making a fool of yourself!"

After a few brief mutters, the wolf camp fell silent again.

The old wolf woke up a lot and raised his weapon.

After the disappearance of the leader of the Wild Wolf Regiment, Madicon, the deputy of the first regiment, had a hunch, and had no doubt that the Wild Wolf Regiment was on the verge of survival.

Modi pressed his breath against the wall, trying to draw his sword calmly and slowly.

At this moment, Modi, who is trying to figure out what happened, no longer needs to worry about Zhang Mingjiang's daily shouting of family separation words, under the pressure of Miao Xiaodao and Luo Sheng, Zhang Mingjiang is gradually losing his strength.

And outside the door and window of his residence, Min Zhen and the knife were already in place, although his movements of turning over and getting out of bed and drawing his sword against the wall were light enough to be endless, but he still couldn't hide the keen perception of the demonic beast that was close at hand.

Some unknown wolves lit oil lamps, which immediately attracted the arrows of death, and the oil lamps that had just been lit were immediately extinguished again.

"Enemy attack!~"

Modi didn't dare to move, leaning against the earthen wall of more than sixty centimeters, and shouted two words hoarsely, the two words echoed in the air for a long time, waking up all the sleeping wolves, this sound also attracted the attention of Lingling, and the two arrows immediately shot along the direction, and the arrow feathers lost their strength after penetrating the earthen wall.

Modi left the earthen wall and turned to squat on the ground, cold sweat on his forehead.

More and more rooms were lit up, and later they became one.

The voice outside the house, Miao Xiaodao heard it, and Luo Sheng also heard it, but they didn't dare to be distracted, doing their own thing, and believing in their teammates were the most basic qualities.

Zhang Mingjiang under him, after he didn't move at all, Miao Xiaodao slowed down, breathed a sigh of relief, spun, and pulled out the long sword that passed through his chest.

It's out of breath!

No one can stand a three-finger-wide piece of iron, rubbing a bone against their own body without struggling.

Luo Sheng immediately got up and walked towards the door, asking in a low voice, "How is it?"

"Trouble is coming!"

"Then don't hurry up......"

"Find cover!" Before Luo Sheng's words fell, Wu Lian shouted, and pushed Ye Ya, then leaned over and ran towards a piece of yellow stone in front of the house.

Luo Sheng was stunned, as if he had been pushed on the stomach, and stumbled backwards.

"Crossbow!" Luo Sheng twisted around and carried his body away from the door.

Miao Xiaodao turned upside down, lay on his side next to Zhang Mingjiang's corpse, pulled a handful of corpses, and while flipping, the blood in his chest flowed out again, he looked at Luo Sheng who was lying on the ground on his back and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, this thing is strong enough!" Luo Sheng touched his belly fearfully, and the crossbow arrow pierced through the thick armor and pierced into the skin, without hurting the vital point.

"I have a handful, do you want to use it?"

"What?"

"Ballista! I just picked up ...... in the woods"

"No!" Even in a life-or-death situation, an upright knight would not use a dastardly weapon.

"Leaves?"

"It's okay!" Ye Ya was lying on the ground, in the direction of the crossbow arrows, there were several unloaded livestock, wooden carts full of goods, dark yellow magic elves gathered, and on the roof of the wild wolf group, a hundred meters high, a dark stone with a diameter of more than two meters slowly formed.

Ye Ya couldn't see the person who released the arrow, but he tried to estimate in his heart, at the calf, the pain kept coming, and he scattered the spirit he was trying to concentrate on again and again, it should be a broken bone.

The meteorite spell was successful, but the guidance was fruitless, most of the stones, lost their original direction, failed to fall diagonally from the eaves position, only three, successfully hit the target, was hit by the high-speed falling stones, the earthen house collapsed directly, below, there was a constant wail.

As Ye Ya's key care, the Modi earthen house is naturally among these three.

Modi sensed the danger early, jumped out of the window, and touched the opposite side of the knife, Modi's long sword swept one after another, forcing the knife away, and with a wave of his left hand, a giant martial arts cactus with a height of three meters jumped out and entangled the knife, Modi didn't look back, and stabbed into the red willow bushes behind the house.

He understood that the Wolves were finished.

In fact, from the day the head of the regiment Madicon disappeared, the wolf group was over.

Internally, he can't suppress Zhang Mingjiang, who is also at the peak of his combat power, and externally, he can't compete with Torres and his gang. He thought that Torres and his gang would have at least half a month before they could reach a consensus and kill them, at least a month?

At this time, Modi did not know that it was not Torres who attacked the Wolves.

The time for the magic sword team to cooperate with Torres is very short, and its unique way of cooperation also determines that his eyeliner cannot spread the news at all.

Lingling clinged to the roof, next to him was Xiong Xiuxiu, who had set up a shield to block arrows for her, and above his head, a very spectacular fiery red elf lake had gathered, and Lingling quickly looked at it, and pointed out the direction to Xiong Xiuxiu, who did not dare to observe.

Stepping into the dark red willow bushes, Modi breathed a sigh of relief, calling for his partner to come back quickly, the echo became more and more anxious, more and more weak, Modi sighed and ran into the darkness.

Without the organizers, the wolves fought on their own, and the mutual cries became less and less, and gradually fell silent.

Modi was afraid, afraid of losing his life, afraid of losing his wealth, and his fear caused all the wild wolves except him to lose their lives. If he knew, there were only a few people who attacked, and more than forty professionals were gathered, and he didn't have the strength to fight.

When the person who is used to giving ideas to others, when he encounters a crisis that requires his help, his first reaction is not like a professional at all, but more like a ...... Gamblers with no capital!

If you don't have the capital, what can you bet on?