Chapter 119: A Miss

The black smoke spreads quickly.

When everyone saw it, their scalps were numb with nervousness, the poisonous smoke was an unusual hidden weapon, known as pervasive, and it couldn't be stopped by shields and most other items alone, so it was too late to even curse Morabi for being shameless, they all held their breath for the first time, and quickly retreated to a safe place where the black smoke had not yet spread, and they could move as fast as they could.

It is said that some poisonous smoke with particularly strong toxicity and strong erosive function can turn the wrapped target into a pool of blood from head to toe in a few breaths, and the incredible lethality and horror of that kind of unbelievable degree, let alone seeing it with your own eyes, sounds strange and scary.

God knows if Moraby threw it out with one hand, whether it was such a murderous thing.

The effect of clearing the field was very obvious, with the area where the black smoke was located, the mercenary powerhouses who were ready to come forward to beat the enemy leader were forced to disperse far away in a semicircle.

Filled with resentment and waiting for the black smoke to dissipate, Kevin thought for a moment, no, if it was really a highly toxic smoke, there was no reason for Morabi to even get trapped in the poisonous smoke, it was not to hurt the enemy, but to commit suicide.

Nine times out of ten, I borrowed a cigarette and escaped!

The practice of taking a puff of black smoke and risking his life to verify whether the smoke contains poison is a fool of fools, Kevin and Battle are certainly not so stupid, and they did not dare to rush into the smoke recklessly to look for it, the two glanced at each other, and simply jumped into the air and looked around.

Seeing that the battle situation was extremely bad, Morabi, who was oiled on the soles of his feet, escaped really quickly, under the cover of thick smoke, he fled dozens of meters away in just the blink of an eye, and chose the direction of escape very wisely, not only did not mix in the crowd and break through outside, but quietly slipped back to the place where the original attack was launched.

If the eighth-level soldier infuses a pure fighting spirit into his feet and concentrates on escaping, the speed is really fast.

When the large army was desperately rushing outward, the leader of Morabi decisively abandoned his subordinates and fled for his life alone.

Because a person escapes with a small target, it will not attract the attention of many people, and almost all the personnel on the mercenary side are trying their best to surround the others who are attacking the defense line, but he escaped to a position where no mercenaries exist, in the place where the fierce battle broke out at the earliest, at the moment it was empty everywhere, Morabi only needed to run less than ten meters more, and he could come to the edge of the mountain wall, and every one or two meters above, there was a rope hanging to the ground.

As long as you go back to the dense forest and drill into the depths, the vast mountains and mountains, you don't believe that this group of stupid mercenaries dares to abandon the convoy and go out to hunt down a mid-level powerhouse, which is too risky and has no professional ethics at all.

The attackers could not have imagined that the rope that had been used to make it easier for them to jump off the cliff to attack the convoy would become a tool for the leader who ruthlessly abandoned his subordinates to escape.

"Grass mud horse!"

Kevin was so angry that he kept jumping to his feet and scolding the Three Character Sutra loudly, but he could only get over it, he was in a hurry, and there was no way to take Morabi.

Aaron was no longer seriously injured, and the mercenaries had lost their best and greatest ranged attacker;

The "White Crane" priest is not good at attacking spells, and the distance is too far, even if he reluctantly summons the corresponding spell, it is difficult to deal substantial damage to the enemy;

He and Battle are typical melee fighters, although their fighting spirit is pure and their stock is barely sufficient, they have not mastered the long-range attack methods such as "Sky Splitting", which Moraby is good at.

In other words, Morabi, the culprit who caused huge casualties and heavy blows to the "Black Lion Mercenary Group", was just under Kevin's nose and wanted to run away.

If he hadn't been hit in the knee.

To be precise, it was a sudden ice arrow.

Morabi is less than a meter away from the nearest rope, according to his speed, he doesn't even need to blink an eye, but it is this short meter, close to the end of the world, cutting off life and death, the goddess of fate looks down on him, and he is destined to work hard in his life, and he can't touch that rope, the strong rope used to escape.

Master Plitander couldn't stand it anymore and made a move.

Seeing Chenxi piercing Nabi with one sword after another, the old butler completely relieved his heart, stood aside and looked around easily, the overall situation has been decided, to deal with such a group of water dog-like miscellaneous soldiers, he can't use his old man to do it himself, he is wondering whether to find a clean place, take out a cigarette gun to take a puff, rest for a while, just happened to see Morabi throw out the hidden weapon, and then under the cover of the thick black smoke reflexively flee the whole process.

Kevin's failure to see through the enemy's tricks and determine the purpose and way of his escape at the first time naturally fell into the eyes of the old butler.

The level of improvisation is an important reference indicator for evaluating whether a leader is good or not, but slow reaction is worse than a failure to respond.

Silently in his heart, he gave Kevin and Battle and other mercenary leaders due evaluations such as imbecile, brain circuit blockage, poor eyesight, stupider than the other, and rotten wood that cannot be carved, the old butler blinked, and still released an ice arrow, as chic and calm as ever.

Just kidding, since you have the courage to ambush our little master of Viscount Inmotoo's family, you must have the courage to bear the consequences of defeat, let you take the lead and escape, so that the old acquaintances will know, you have to laugh at my old Plitander's old eyes are dizzy, and the boat capsizes in the gutter, where can I put this old face at that time?

Morabi was reaching out to hold the rope when he heard a sharp whistling sound behind him, as if he was being watched by a natural enemy, and the cold and piercing taste of locking made goosebumps appear all over his body.

He didn't know well, and he didn't have time to turn around in a hurry, so he swung his long sword backwards, and a sword gang condensed by gold-based fighting qi rushed towards the direction where the whistling sound came.

At the same time, with the reverse force brought by the swing of the sword, Morabi leaned forward, and the five fingers that had stretched out to the front had firmly grasped the rope.

"There is salvation!"

The leader of the raiders began to plan his escape after diving headlong into the jungle.

The cracking sound of "hiss" came, and before he could figure out what this sound meant, the extremely cold breath instantly chased behind him.

With Plitander's signature impact, the ice arrow struck Moraby's knee socket, unceremoniously removing one of his calves.

Morabi screamed again, this time it was heartbreaking, even if the legs blessed by the eighth-level Dou Qi were as solid as iron stones, as soon as the ice arrow arrived, the entire calf was cut off like this, and it was impossible to do it if it was a little sluggish.

With the loss of limbs, the strong impact pushed his whole person to the mountain wall, the mountain became bigger and bigger in front of him, maintaining the posture of opening his mouth and screaming, Morabi hit the mountain wall headlong, and suddenly there was a sharp pain all over his body, his eyes were dark, and he unconsciously let go of his hand, and an upside-down onion fell down!

The so-called first-order ice arrow is so powerful that it is simply terrifying!

Kevin and Battle, who happened to be jumping in the air, couldn't help but be overjoyed, and both grinned, and before the smile bloomed at its fullest, they both looked at each other again, and they both read a very obvious taste of "fear" in each other's eyes.

"What level of mage are you coming?"

As soon as the two fell back to the ground, Battle leaned over to the regimental commander, suppressed his voice, and asked quietly. The stout body of the finch card, making such an action, is quite sneaky.

Kevin didn't answer immediately, but recalled it seriously, and then said, "I remember that when Old George introduced him that day, he was clearly talking about a 'fourth-level' mage. He also lowered his voice, except that the word "level four" was said a little louder, prompting the key points.

"Are you sure? really not mistaken?"

The Mountain Dwarf's tone and eyes clearly told Kevin that he wasn't that confident in his boss's memory, and that this was the first time since he had played a partner.

"Sure. Pretty sure. ”

The mercenary leader didn't care if there was a suspicion of serious offense to him when the "regimental deputy" asked, but thought about it again, and only after confirming that it was correct did he answer word by word.

Battle didn't give up, and asked again: "Could it be that Old Man George is confused and even made a mistake about such an important matter?"

Kevin shook his head slightly, indicating that it was impossible, and said, "When we are both confused, his old man is not confused." After a pause, he added: "I'm afraid that there is some special reason, so it's inconvenient to tell the truth." ”

"No matter. As if you don't know anything, you go over and get that damn thing back for me. Remember, to live! Lao Tzu should 'greet' him well!"

The mercenary leader patted the broad shoulder of his deputy, and ordered, the last words of "greetings" were almost said through gritted teeth, and the resentment was so deep that cutting the cliffs on both sides was not enough to fill it.

Rather than dwelling on some details that are beyond one's ability, it is only right to end the battle as soon as possible, and the longer you delay, the more mercenary companions may be sacrificed.

"Okay. ”

As he answered, Battle trotted to where Moraby had fallen, a wide and short man of special size, who was fast and dexterous in the rugged valley.

Kevin quietly glanced at Plitander's back twice, turned around and ran to the side of the valley at full speed, just now many attackers followed the gap in the defense line opened by Moraby and Naby, and forcibly rushed towards the valley, at this moment the strong men in the enemy formation have been killed or are about to be captured alive, and it is no longer a problem to fight to the death and try to rush to the gap, but those fish that have slipped through the net, he will personally catch up and kill them one by one.

With so many mercenary brothers falling, how can you be worthy of them who sleep here if you don't wipe out all these damned attackers in the valley?

Like his companions who were still fighting frantically to survive, Morabi did not give up, the wound on his knee was bleeding profusely, and then he hit the mountain wall heavily, he was in cold sweat with pain, and finally took a pain-relieving pill, which slightly reduced the sharp pain like a heart at the broken knee, Morabi was ruthless and forced himself to climb to the mountain wall, as long as he could pull the rope and climb to the cliff, there was always hope of survival.

As for the question of how to survive in the dark world in the future with the loss of a calf, I will leave it to after I escape.

Dragging the bleeding broken leg, Morabi used both hands together, alternately crawling forward, and some of the yellow weeds under him were stained with crimson.