Zog Mancini and his mercenaries, with excellent cooperation, quietly solved the three sentry greenskins.

It's just that the three greenskins have found a place to sleep away from their companions, and after the Iron Overlord was beheaded, the morale of these greenskins has obviously not fully recovered.

The two warrior monks and Mancini are a group, and they can be on top at any time at a critical moment and become the shield of the team, and the mercenaries under Mancini are much worse than the player or Tang Sanzang.

After a cursory observation, Mancini found that the river flowing not far away was the one marked by the Shadow Assassin, and that there was a shallow current at this point due to the bend.

Twelve greenskins were slumbering and sleeping, looking very tired, which made Mancini a little strange.

Out of an abundance of caution, Mancini assigned his location to the Demon Hunter and the Female Warrior, who searched the edge of the Black Forest in three ways to find a fish that had slipped through the net, and informed each other when they came across more greenskins than they could handle.

After briefly describing the route he had travelled after setting off, Mancini waved his hand after making sure that the other two teams would not miss out on the opportunity by not finding his place.

Five crossbow bolts wrapped in fiery glue and glowing with cold light were ignited one by one, and then the mercenaries shot accurately at the sleeping greenskins at a distance of less than twenty meters.

The fiery gel, which has some effect similar to that of solid gasoline, is difficult to remove when it gets on the skin, and these things are provided by witches, and seem to be a by-product of some kind of alchemical product.

It's expensive, oxidizes easily, and rarely gets it into practice, but the witches seem to have improved the recipe so that the fiery glue can be stored for long periods of time.

Flaming bolts shattered the silence of the forest and the snoring of the greenskins, and in a panic, the five greenskins chosen for their targets turned into torches in a frantic struggle, leaving behind a trail of embers of embers that tumbled past.

Despite the fact that there is a river next to it that can extinguish the flames, the greenskins clearly have no intention of doing so.

A green-skinned man whose face had been burned and only one eye could see was able to endure the pain, picked up his burned, hot prisoner of war on the ground, and rushed in the direction where Mancini and the others were.

Like a charge order, the green skins who could still move charged one after another, like small tanks.

Mancini gave the order with his crossbow: "Abandon the crossbow and take the sword!" ”

The mercenaries behind him threw down their crossbows and drew their melee weapons, and the two warrior monks were ready for battle.

With his superior attributes, Mancini's eyes stared at the direction of the greenskin's charge without blinking, and the crossbow in his hand finished reloading again.

Aiming, shooting in one go, the sharp crossbow bolt left the string, and within a few meters, it pierced through the green-skinned eye socket that rushed to the front.

The sturdy body, which had lost its life, slid forward along the inertia to the end, clinging to the ground.

Throwing down his crossbow and drawing his weapon, Mancini stepped forward, stepped on the corpse with one foot, stopped its advancing path and shouted with his men: "Attack!" ”

The warrior monk Tang Sanzang completed the metalization in an instant, and stopped on the road of the greenskin's reunion like an angry King Kong, and his arms were solid, blocking an axe full of jagged teeth: "Oh! ”

On the side of Master Sanzang, Feng Wuyi, who was also dressed in the same costume, with a pair of iron fingered tigers, punched the waist and abdomen of the green skin!

If it were a human being, this punch would shatter the ribs on this side, and if you were lucky enough not to be pierced by the broken ribs, you would have to rest in bed for a long time.

On the Greenskin, the effect was much weaker, and the enemy, who had taken a step back with his ribs in his hands, pounced on him again after moving his arm.

Tang Sanzang let out a loud sigh, as if a substantial sound wave was spurting out of his mouth, and the loud sound made Feng Wuyi think that something had exploded in his ears.

The green skin in front of Tang Sanzang had obviously received a greater impact, and it seemed that he had lost the ability to think while carrying his axe.

Master Sanzang said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Look at it, when dealing with this kind of big guy, take the key point!" ”

The palms were like knives, slashing heavily at the position of the green clavicle, and the crisp sound of fracture came out, followed by the position of the Adam's apple, the eyes, and the bridge of the nose!

In just two seconds, Tang Sanzang used the fighting style of a warrior monk to strike seven blows, each blow hit the enemy's vital position, and when the green skin finally fell, the whole nose looked like it was boneless.

Compared to the monk's leisurely strolls, Mancini's mercenaries were much worse when it came to hand-to-hand combat, and one of the outrageous fellows was wheeled to the tree by the greenskins in one turn.

Fortunately, before the real casualties appeared, a sharp arrow broke through the air, taking the green skin back a step, and at the critical moment, reinforcements arrived.

Without waiting for Mancini to breathe a sigh of relief, he said magnificently: "aaagh! It made everyone in front of him break out in a cold sweat.

This voice was like the rebirth of the Iron Overlord: "aaagh! "Boost the morale of all the greenskins present!

Then, the samurai whistled past Mancini with a gust of wind, knocking a greenskin backwards and flying out!

The flail in Vittoria's hand was already stained with blood and wreckage, and it was clear that it had been opened more than once today.

The greenskins, who were originally frightened birds, turned around and ran into the jungle after discovering that Aaagh was coming by the enemy.

Ranger Ji Wanbing forced one behind with a bow and arrow, but most of them managed to escape.

The female warrior spat in dissatisfaction and crushed it with her combat boots: "Coward! ”

The green skin, who had just been knocked off by the female warrior, had just gotten up from the ground at this time, and was casually cut off below the knee by a passing demon hunter, and he shouted to the back: "Move fast! Your new practice goal is here! ”

Carpenter, who had been left far behind, carried the boar on his back, and staggered to catch up, threw the boar's carcass on the ground, and sat down on his butt, as if unable to say a word.

Xu Yichen kicked the green skin, who had lost both legs and roared on the ground, to Carpenter's side, and no longer paid attention to the situation there.

"I've found something interesting to write here, maybe you'll be interested." The samurai shook off the unidentified object from her weapon: "There are still people hunting these greenskins in this forest, and I found a trap and a greenskinned corpse that fell in mid-air and turned into jerky. ”