"Run, that wizard is here again! he's here, come on, someone, come and save me——!!!!"

"Retreat! You must not be blocked in the alley by him, this is how Roger and they were blown up to the sky just now!"

"Where did this wall come from? We can't get out!"

"Help, who's going to save us——!!!!?!

"No, don't please don't kill me, I'm innocent, spare my life for the sake of our fellow Lothair, no, no, no——!!!!, no

...... All kinds of noises, in all forms, and one after another, spread from the mouths of the mercenaries who were ruthless and had just bloodied the entire Gutter Alley to every corner of the Gutter Alley in the form of cries, and at the same time spread the atmosphere of fear to the faces of every mercenary.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, the mercenary group of hundreds of people has lost more than four squads, nearly half of the troops, replaced by an ordinary army, which has already collapsed and collapsed at this time, and is at the mercy of others!

Even if they persist until now, these mercenaries have long lost their initial morale, one by one, pale and trembling, hugging together, with the sound of explosions and the screams of their companions in their ears, and they are frightened to hold the shields and crossbows in their hands, and they look like frightened rabbits.

What really frightened and angered them, and persevered until now, was the "way" of this wizard to kill.

From the beginning of the battle until now, the wizard had never really had a hard time with them, and every time it was a brazen sneak attack or a trap, or a magical fireball that would explode out of nowhere—not even a single person had actually seen his face.

Of course, there is, but he killed all of them!

If this damn wizard really came out of nowhere with a long sword and killed ten or twenty wandering knights head-on, I'm afraid the entire mercenary group would have collapsed on the spot.

But Loren wasn't going to do that—like a cunning fox that left a few holes in the stupid bear at a time, but never delivered the deadliest blow.

Because the real purpose of this "fox" is to make this bear bleed to death.

Collapsed houses, sudden explosions, daggers in dead corners...... Any mercenary who is left alone or appears on a commanding height, will be quickly killed by the black shadow, and if the squad behind him tries to come up to reinforce him, they will either pounce into the air or scream and turn into char on the ground.

This is an enemy that mercenaries have never encountered before - cruel and skillful, but they do not confront them head-on, do not even give them any opportunity to prepare tactics and encircle the siege, unhurriedly, little by little, kill them completely.

It's just like the useless patrol guards just now!

The dwindling number of comrades, the screams in the ears, and the enemies that never caught up...... The fear in the heart is slowly overtaking the anger and controlling the actions of each mercenary.

They only felt that they had become prey to be slaughtered, and that wizard lurking somewhere was allowed to hunt them until the last one remained!

And there is far more than one mercenary who thinks so......

The bloodless leader of the mercenaries stood in place as if he was stupid, staring at all this in front of him, with his sword on his hand. Several wandering knights and heralds behind him were silent, their eyes staring at him involuntarily.

Just two quarters of an hour earlier, he had a whole team of patrolling guards supported by the Bellini family, a well-armed and well-trained mercenary group of crossbowmen, sword and shield men, and wandering knights—against a small wizard from the countryside of Lothair.

But it was this "little" wizard who wiped out the patrol guards in only two quarters of an hour, and more than half of the mercenary group was killed - not "casualties", it was really not even a single living mouth.

It's over, it's all over...... I thought it was a fat and oily beauty difference, but it turned out to be like this!

He is a mercenary leader, and how many well-trained soldiers he has under his command and how well equipped he is determines how valuable he is - and a mercenary leader with a bare-bones commander is worthless!

Having lost its use value, not to mention the capital, the Bellini family will definitely kick themselves out of the gate like they did with the Reservoir Dogs!

He has now figured out the wizard's "trick", and from beginning to end, one of his goals is to bleed himself, and then kill all the living holes in Gutter Alley.

How cold-blooded, how cruel!

Of course, the leader of the mercenaries, who was in a state of panic and panic, would not have thought that he had just washed the gutter alley with blood, and he had also left nothing alive.

But he knew that he couldn't continue like this, otherwise it wouldn't be long before the rest of the people would be wiped out by him. When the time comes, he will become a real "one man, one army"!

What should I do, escape? Absolutely not! This is Ebolden, and before he leaves the Bellini family, he will get the news, they will definitely throw all the charges of bloodbathing in Gutter Alley on themselves, and the entire mercenary group will not be able to escape!

"Retreat, let everyone retreat!" the leader of the mercenaries, who had resisted the fear, gave the order: "Then assemble here, and without my orders, if anyone dares to escape, I will directly cut off his head!"

The panicked heralds and the remaining wandering knights left at once - the gutter alley was small, and there were also very few mercenary groups left, and the mercenaries who were soon ordered did not hesitate to turn around and flee, hugging behind the mercenary leader like a flock of quails.

Faced with the mercenaries fleeing in a panic, the black-haired wizard did not choose to pursue but watched coldly, as if he had guessed this outcome from the beginning.

In other words, it doesn't take much intelligence to think of this, no matter how tenacious you are, you will choose to retreat temporarily in the face of such huge casualties.

The battle had only lasted less than two quarters of an hour, and even if you counted the previous ones, it had only been half a day, and the mercenaries gathered behind the mercenary leader were less than fifty people left!

Just looking at these "remnants of the defeated army" made him feel a burst of bleeding in his heart, and then all that was left was deep trembling and fear.

The almost ruined gutters and alleys were littered with remnants of flames, bloodstains and charred corpses, as well as shields and weapons thrown to the ground, as if they had just experienced an unusually terrible battle.

The mercenary leader's right hand was trembling slightly, but he still drew his sword little by little, pointed to the front of the gutter alley, and shouted loudly with horror: "Come out, I know who you are and what you want to do!"

So put an end to it in the most direct way possible, with your life at the risk of me and my brethren behind me, and let us settle our feud in the noblest way of the Sakran Empire!

I, Anthony Bodlis, the leader of the Trident Mercenary Band, in the presence of the Holy Cross, challenge His Excellency the Wizard in the name of the Knight!

Yes, you heard me right - I'm a mercenary leader, but I'm also a true knight, challenging those who have humiliated and trampled on my dignity, and it is my right from the Sakran Empire and the Holy Cross!

If you're up for the challenge, I promise that no one in the Trident Mercenaries will reveal your secrets, but if you refuse, even if you fight for your life, we'll break through to the Alley, and no matter how good you are, you can't guarantee to kill us all!

We've made the bet, it's up to you to dare!"

After shouting these two sentences with all his might, the mercenary leader gestured with his left hand behind his back, and the herald who understood immediately waved his hand from the crossbowmen hiding in the back row.

Just when the mercenaries were trembling and ready to run away one by one, a figure suddenly walked out of the ruins not far away, wearing a hood, the cloak on his body had already turned into pieces, revealing the leather armor under his body, and holding a blood-stained knight's sword in his hand, calmly walked to the mercenary leader with wide eyes.

"I, accept your challenge. ”