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Estheus was still in a stalemate with Hercules, even though Hercules had clearly shown his jealousy with his actions, but Eshyus still held Mary tightly and kept a certain distance from Hercules. The strongest man on the West Coast was not in vain, Hercules was standing there, but his momentum was like a mountain pressing on Estheux's nerves, which reminded him that when facing Dante in the Intraroyal prison, there was no need for threatening words or actions, just a look, and that kind of courage was naturally conveyed.

Estheus did not threaten Maris's life, because he and Hercules knew that the moment Estheus twisted Maris's neck, Hercules had no less than three ways to kill him. Estheu did use Marith to contain Hercules, but how could Marise not hinder him?

The two men confronted each other in silence, the icy night wind whistling between them, leaving a blazing trail in the air—both of them smelling a slight burning smell. Estheus's heart was relieved, and Hercules's heart sank, and the two of them looked at the place where the baggage was stacked, and saw a fire rising into the sky, like a red glow, spreading and dancing wildly! As if echoing, the barracks exploded one after another exclamations: "Someone set fire!" ”

At this moment, Kia and his party were crawling through the sea of fire with their heads bowed and covering their mouths and noses with the corners of their soaked clothes, the smoke writhing above their heads like a jet-black python, surrounded by the ominous cracking sound of wooden structures being licked by tongues of fire, and occasionally a huge beam that burned and broke fell around them, and the scorching sparks pounced on Kia's face, stabbing him in the face. Kia gritted his teeth, half-squinted, trying to make out a path in the fire, the red-hot air distorting his vision, and as far as he could see, tower-like pillars of fire were collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye, while raining down on fire, like the scenes of the end and purgatory described in the texts.

"Follow me!" Kia snorted at the risk of choking on his throat, and slammed his feet into a curtain of fire, Salamane followed without hesitation, with the two in front of him and the others rushing forward on the hot ground. From time to time, Kia looked back at the formation, and to his surprise, none of them were left behind! Even Anson, who was seen as the tail of the crane, braved the heat wave and was firmly at the back of the line. It seems that this small army composed of mercenaries still seems to be a little malleable...... He thought to himself that he had no fear or confusion on the spot, and resolutely carried out orders, and this alone was enough to be compared with the elite of the regular army, and what was lacking was only high-intensity training.

The exit to the fire was at hand, and soon they would flee into the wilderness of Fieldsway, and the glow of the fire in the red half of the sky should have alerted the garrison of Iron Oak Fort, and soon scouts on fast horses would spread a tight net within a radius of ten miles. It's not over yet! Kea slammed a charred beam in front of him as if tearing open a red cloud - he finally caught a glimpse of the cool night, the cold, scorching wind pouring into his lungs, but no longer carrying the suffocating smoke, and Kea was refreshed to know that they had rushed out of the fire.

Salamane was the second to come out, and then the mercenaries rushed out one after another. After confirming that there would be no more tongues of fire chasing after him, Anson's feet were weak, and he fell directly to his knees on the cold and hard grass, breathing heavily in the smell of earth and grass, as if he wanted to wash away the burning sensation in his body. "We did it!" He said with a sigh in his heart.

"No, not yet." "Return to Silver Lake immediately." ”

"Eshy's over there......" Salamane asked softly.

"He'll meet us in Silverlake." Kia turned his back, trying to suppress the uneasiness in his tone, "Let's go." ”

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Hercules looked at the brilliant and tyrannical fire, was silent for a long time, took out two Avenger's arrows from the quiver, and looked at Essho again: "Mary's life is a big mistake, and her crime deserves to be punished." He spoke slowly, with each word biting out the last sound. And his body gradually lowered, like a cheetah crawling in the long grass, he looked at Eshu coldly, as if looking at his prey.

Estheus took a step back without a trace, his hand still not leaving Maise's throat, Hercules' words were not so much affirming his changed position as intimidating Essho: if he really didn't care about Marise's life or death, he could attack at the first time, instead of wasting words with him. He still cares a lot about Maris, and Eshy has already made his judgment.

Hercules approached Esher step by step, but Esher did not retreat, standing calmly in place, allowing the distance between the two to gradually shorten to an extremely dangerous position. Hercules' twin arrows had already been raised, but he saw a slight sneer on Estheu's face. What is he laughing at? Hercules was stunned for a moment, and Eshu had already ripped off Marise's bathrobe and pushed the naked woman into his arms with all his might!

The not very soft body was planted into Hercules's arms, and Hercules almost subconsciously hugged Maris, and at the same time, heavy footsteps like galloping horses through the forest came to him--Eshu didn't leave! Instead, they attacked him! Hercules withdrew his hand without hesitation, allowing Maryse to fall to the cold hard grass. When Aexiu subdued Maris, he had already realized that this young man had incomparably fierce and incomparably vicious fighting skills, and it was undoubtedly unwise to confront him head-on, not to mention that there was an unconscious Mariss in his arms, so he could only avoid its edge and regroup, he was still holding the Avenger's arrow in his hand, but Eshua was barehanded, as long as he distanced himself, he was sure to capture Eschu alive!

But Hercules was still slow after all, whether it was the reaction when judging or the speed when evading, it was far too late to escape the top-uppercut that was from the bottom up, like a dragon soaring!

Bang!

Estheus's fist slammed into Hercules' jaw, and with that punch he had already stepped over Maries and approached Hercules - it wasn't a full-strength blow, it was just the first wave of the storm! Hercules hadn't recovered from that punch when Esher struck him with another swinging elbow to his chest, sending a surge of blood in his chest, and his internal organs seemed to be out of place.

But Hercules is not Malis, he is the strongest man on the West Coast, which is known as the unsolvable West Coast! Even after such a heavy blow, he did not lose his balance, but instead firmly grabbed Eshy's arm with both hands, trying to break his joints!

Eshua did not struggle, but stepped forward and hugged Hercules tightly with his other hand, the two bodies were extremely close, and there was no room for even the limbs to exert force, and the only thing that could move was the part above the neck.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hercules' skull thumped three times in succession, and the pain poured from his forehead, which was from Estheau's incomparably wild three hammers! Damn it! This is a terrible oppressive force like a bloodthirsty beast! Hercules suddenly realized how stupid his decision just now was: he had seen how tough the young man in front of him was in hand-to-hand combat, but he still didn't choose to distance himself to mediate, but instead let Esher further compress the already precarious space between the two!

I used to practice swords and bows, but why didn't I think of practicing fists and feet...... It was the last lucid thought that crossed Hercules' mind, and then he drowned in a storm of Estheus's punches and kicks.