"Knock! knock!"

The dull and heavy sound of thunder was as clear as if it were exploding in the ears.

Countless roars and roars exploded from the mouths of countless blood basins, accompanied by dull and heavy footsteps, and pounced on the two like lonely boats.

Martin, a bloodless recruit, stood in place, his head completely blank, the terrifying howls that were getting closer and closer in his ears seemed to come from farther away, and cold sweat poured down from his forehead and the back of his neck.

Can't escape, can't escape... With so many Corrupt Demons, it's impossible to survive.

Am I going to die?

Why... I don't understand, what exactly did I do wrong, what did I not do right?

My life as a witcher, the revenge I began on these monsters......

It's going to end?

"Martin... Martin ——!"

Well?!

The roar that exploded in my ears was Carl Colin's voice.

Captain?

"What are you doing in a daze?!" Carl Colin, who was blushing, grabbed the recruit's collar, and the silver sword in his right hand rose horizontally behind him:

"If you don't want to die, run away, get ready to break through!"

"Yes, yes——!"

The recruit was agitated, and instinctively ran in the opposite direction to the sound of footsteps.

"That's why I hate recruits, it's troublesome......" Karl Colin muttered to himself through gritted teeth, pulling out an alchemy bomb from behind his waist in hatred, and throwing it behind him without looking.

"Boom ————!!!!"

At the same time as the flames exploded, countless black shadows had already passed through the raging flames, and they quickly approached the two people who were rushing wildly like a rolling torrent.

The pale recruit ran hysterically, his left hand wearing the "spellcaster" clenched hard, and he crushed the gray-blue runes in his palm.

High-order spells, beyond perception.

In the next second, he seemed to be a different person, and there was no sign of panic in his bloodshot eyes.

In the "Demon Hunter Code" of the Wings of the Sky, it is repeatedly stated that in the face of large-scale groups of corrosive demons, ogres, or any group monsters distorted by the void, they are not allowed to fight with them, let alone retain any strength, and breaking through with all their strength is the first choice!

The sound of a torrent of rushing sound sounded behind and at their sides, as if in the blink of an eye, those figures had swept towards them like gravel.

The regained composure raised the silver sword in front of him with his backhand, and pressed the dagger behind his waist with his left hand - Loren Turin "copied" from the elven war dancer of the Ancient Wood Forest, the standard raid pose of a witcher.

"Poof——!

The moment the blood gushed out, the silver sword that stabbed forward stopped the two Corrupting Demons on the left and right at the same time, and slashed the head of the third one with a strong swing.

The recruit, who didn't stop his pace, exerted his left leg, jumped up with inertia, and slammed a knee into the face of the five-headed dwarf in front of him.

"Bang ——!"

Fell to the ground.

With the crisp sound of a broken neckbone, the calm recruit leaped to his feet and crossed over the head of the corrosive demon, the silver sword in his hand running from top to bottom through the huge fat head.

The sprayed blood flowers, together with the leaping figure, cut a brilliant arc in mid-air.

Fall steadily.

Behind him, Carl Colin had quietly caught up, his sword swinging down the blood, leaving a trail on the ground like raindrops.

"Save some effort, you're not those monkey-like elves, and this isn't the Ancient Wood Forest!" Karl Colin said coldly as he cut off the head of the corrupted demon that pounced:

"If you don't want to die of exhaustion before you escape, just pay attention to me!"

"Obey ——!"

Although he was unceremonious, Carl Colin was already extremely surprised in his heart.

The recruit's smooth movements just now would be difficult for him to complete smoothly even if he turned on "Transcendent Perception" - humans are not elves after all, and only a handful of black-haired wizards can do the dodge and displacement techniques they learn from war dancers.

Really... Being able to be recognized by Lord Dalton Candle and appointed by Captain Lusan as the chief recruit is not as simple as he imagined.

If I can go back alive, maybe......

The tidal wave of figures is still rushing up, and more and more enemies make the two who are running for their lives more and more stretched, and it is difficult to resist all the enemies.

The Corrosive Demon has no concept of exhaustion, let alone stopping, as long as they find their target, they will chase them endlessly until they can't catch up or are killed.

It is necessary to find a way to get rid of the enemy as soon as possible, or to hide and hide - if you continue to desperately flee for your life, it is only a matter of time before the two of you are caught up and surrounded!

"Change hands!"

A sword pierced the Corrupted Demon Gate that swooped in head-on, and the roaring Karl Colin and the recruit switched places, and the two of them attacked left and right alternately, constantly breaking through the frantically surging "tide".

"The target of this group of scum is the same as the rebels, it is the Cloud Peak Fortress, and if we continue like this, we will be dragged into the battlefield - after I break it off later, you are responsible for finding opportunities to break through, and you must get rid of them no matter what......"

"Wait a minute, Captain!"

The recruit suddenly interrupted him eagerly, not even paying attention to the enemy in front of him: "This may be a good opportunity!"

"What did you say?!"

"I mean, this might be a good opportunity to sneak into the clouds!" the recruit gritted his teeth, nervously organizing his chaotic language as he broke through:

"There are too many enemies for us to break through directly, but since their target is Cloud Peak, we can use them as cover and take the opportunity to sneak into the city through the tunnel!"

"Are you crazy?!"

"I'm not crazy, on the contrary, I'm awake now, really!" shouted the recruit anxiously, "The nearest tunnel entrance to us is not far ahead—as long as we rush through this section, we can not only break away from the pursuit of the corrosive demons, but also blend into the cloud peak, killing two birds with one stone!"

"Captain Lusen mentioned that he and the Duke of Loren Turin used a similar method, using the frontal attacking army as a cover, so that they could successfully infiltrate the fortress and finally cooperate inside and outside to capture the fortress of Silverhelm Mountain!"

"This is our chance, and probably the only one!"

As the words fell, the silver-wielding recruit suddenly stopped, opened his left hand, and pushed behind him with all his might.

High-level spells, Force Impact.

"Bang——!!!!" a dull bombardment sounded.

The rolling waves of air were like invisible walls, crashing into the swarming Corrosion Demons behind them.

Almost at the same time, Carl Colin poured the "Force Impact" into the spine of the silver sword, and the transparent "sword aura" cut a semicircle in front of the two of them.

Blood spilled!

In an instant, a "vacuum" with a diameter of five steps appeared in the raging flood.

"I know it's risky, but the situation now is that even if we choose to break through, it's not going to be much safer than that. The recruit gasped heavily, and in just a quarter of an hour, he used two high-level spells at the same time, which was still quite heavy on him:

"Horizontal and vertical will die, why don't you fight?!"

I was actually taught a lesson by a rookie who had just entered the battlefield.

Carl Colin, who had a cold face, kept twitching the corners of his mouth.

Time is running out... If you continue to delay, you will only be "drowned" alive by hundreds or thousands of corrosive demons.

A decision must be made now!

"Boy, I'll only ask once. Forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, Carl Colin, who had a black face, asked coldly, "How sure are you?!"

"Probably... Half of it!"

"Half?"

"Because, because of Captain Luson and the Duke of Loren, they succeeded once with this method. The pale recruit, the corners of his mouth squeezed out a trace of incomparably stiffness, and a little embarrassed smile:

"If we succeed too, it's 100 percent!"

"......" Carl Colin.

In the next moment, the two demon hunters broke out at the same time in tacit understanding again, one after the other, and launched a breakthrough in the direction of the peak of the clouds.

"Bell ——!"

Carl Colin smashed his sword into the spine of the recruit, using all his strength to prevent the recruit from getting the sword out of his hand to defend immediately.

"It's up to me to tear through the enemy's encirclement, and you protect the wings and the rear row for me. Carl Colin, who was expressionless, said coldly, and instantly stabbed out three swords, piercing through the throats of the four corrosive demons;

"Don't lose it!"

"Yes——!"

The next moment, Carl Colin pulled out the dagger behind his waist and launched a surprise attack straight ahead like an afterimage.

"May the void... With you——!"

Two silver rays, one bright and one dark, converged in mid-air, swirling in turn, swords and blades slashing between the flesh of the neck and cheeks, leaving a pleasant, soft note.

The swift figure is the polar opposite of the elegance of the elven war dancer, more ruthless, more direct, and more desperate.

It's not a battlefield dance of one enemy to a hundred, but a dagger that dodges all obstacles and takes the target.

"Poof——!

There was a sound of flesh tearing, and the two corrosive demons who stood in front of them almost slammed their necks into the sharp blades of Carl Colin's hands.

The moment the skull flew up, the long swords in both hands reached forward slightly, and accurately poured into the gaping blood basin mouths of the two enemies on the left and right.

The cranial cavity exploded, and the brain was sprayed.

Carl Colin, whose face was stained, continued to assault, sliding sideways with a light step, avoiding the enemy from above at an extremely tricky angle.

And then... Caused it to crash into the tip of the recruit's sword that happened to be raised.

Carl Colin's gaze wandered quickly, then quickly focused on a boulder that protruded in front of a cliff.

There it is.

If the information is correct, then there should be a hole to the Cloud Summit Tunnel, from which Byrne's smugglers enter the lower levels of Cloud Summit City and trade low-quality black bread and potatoes for ore hidden by the dwarven miners.

Without hesitation, Carl Colin withdrew the Mithril dagger with his backhand and made a final charge straight towards the boulder.

"Quick, rush over ——!"

"Yes!"

With Carl Collin's roar, the recruits, who had been following closely behind, leapt over his head and were the first to rush into the cavern next to the boulder.

Almost at the same time, a second alchemical bomb fell into Carl Colin's hands.

Without looking, he threw it straight into the sky, and then jumped into the hole right behind the recruit.

"Boom ————!!!!"

Thunder and explosion!

The violent explosion unleashed unimaginable energy, and the entire cavern... Even the entire mountain seemed to have begun to shake violently.

And it shows no signs of stopping!

The next moment, a whistling wave of qi poured into the cave, striking from behind the two of them with unparalleled power.

The two of them who fell into the cave gradually became numb in their minds, closed their eyes tightly, and tried their best to maintain a suitable place for falling... In other words, it is not a posture that will directly fall to death.

"Bang ——!"

There was a muffled sound.

The cold ground and the pain in his back brought Carl Collin back to his senses and marked the end of this "go-and-go" trip.

"Captain, Captain Carl Colin!"

There was a shout from the recruit Martin, and there was a faint worry in his words: "Are you okay?"

"It's good to be alive anyway. ”

Cal Colin, shaking his head vigorously to make himself conscious, opened his eyes wide, and in the darkness he could only faintly see some light and shadow in the distance, and the reflection from the cavern overhead and refracted on the rock wall.

"Looks like your plan has succeeded?"

"It should be that our plan has succeeded. The recruit corrected, his voice a little uneasy: "To be honest, I'm still a little surprised... I thought you wouldn't agree. ”

"Disagree?"

Carl Colin squinted his eyes and glanced at the recruit's obviously flattering expression: "If I don't agree, I'm afraid you're not going to do it yourself... I can't afford to leave the recruits on my own. ”

The recruit shrunk his neck, not daring to look up.

"So... Our plan succeeded?"

"Yes, it should have been a success. ”

"From here, just go straight ahead and find the tunnel to the peak of the clouds?"

"Well, if nothing else, it should be. ”

"Very good......

The next moment, Carl Colin burst out!

There was no time to react, the Hidden Blade was already pressed against the recruit's throat, and the whole person was crushed under him.

"From now on, you are not allowed to act on your own. Carl Colin said indifferently: "Otherwise, I will kill you on the spot for disobedience!"

"No more novel ideas, no more opinions, no more refutations of my orders... Be a rookie - obedient. ”

The icy blade of the sword, without the slightest hint of joking.

"Got it?"

"Ming, understand!" The scalp was numb, and the two trembling recruits nodded hurriedly: "I—I will definitely obey your orders......"

"Knock! knock!"

A sudden sound interrupted the conversation between the two men.

The two of them raised their heads, staring in the direction from which the voice came from, with extremely strange expressions.

"Knock! knock!"

In the darkness, the dull and heavy sound was incomparably clear, as if it were close at hand.

In the next second, the two witchers spoke in unison very tacitly:

"No... So unlucky, huh?"