The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if the entire battlefield was soaked in blood.

The battle was still going on, the fierce beastmen and the strong humans were fighting each other, and people were killed almost every moment, and the lives that were alive and kicking one second ago turned into silent corpses in the blink of an eye.

In particular, the Beastmen, as the instigators of this battle, except for a slight initial advantage, they were quickly suppressed for various reasons, and when the stones and mercenaries joined the battle, they suffered heavy losses.

After a bloody battle, less than half of the remaining beastmen remained, but strangely, in the face of such heavy casualties and the complete sight of victory, they had no intention of stopping, and still rushed towards the city gate without relenting, instead of turning around and retreating as soon as they saw that the momentum was not right, as usual.

Maybe the battle was too fierce, and no one on the "Border Town" side noticed this anomaly, and it didn't take long for the long-awaited reinforcements to finally arrive on the battlefield, and now these beastmen were too late even if they wanted to run.

Since the appearance of the beastmen, three hundred "mountain guards" have been struggling to support the city gate for nearly half an hour, and if no one comes, then Fletcher will have to greet the immediate family of the lord and the captain.

The first thing that appeared was a loud and piercing birdsong, hoarse and unpleasant, and many merchants who were praying silently in the corner were interrupted by the noise, and when they looked up, they found flocks of crows hovering overhead, like a gloomy dark cloud.

At the same time, hundreds of musketeers poured out of the dark and dilapidated walls, dressed in yellow and black uniforms with flame symbols, and some archers dressed in jet black and wearing strange beak masks.

Their presence greatly strengthened the long-range attack power of the defenders, and with the cheers of everyone outside the city, the originally sparse rain of arrows was replaced by a dense salvo of gunfire, piercing through the swirling smoke, countless lead bullets poured towards the beastmen, although the hit rate was not very high, but it also made the enemy on the opposite side pay a great price, and batches of beastmen were knocked down and regrounded, and they could not get up again.

Due to the lack of materials and backward technology, most of the beastmen only have a small area of iron on their bodies to protect the vital parts, but after believing in the Chaos Evil God, their skin has become as hard as steel, so it is difficult for the arrows of the defenders to cause much damage before, plus they are also worried about shooting their own people, so even if the opponent does not have a long-range force, these archers do not play much role.

But the musketeers of the "Mountain Guard" were different, first of all, they were so numerous that every salvo was like thunder, and secondly, at such a close distance, the impact of gunpowder was much greater than that of arrows, and the lethality was naturally greater.

This is not the end, when those black-clad soldiers with masks made a move, they directly pronounced the end of the battle and the death sentence of the beastmen.

Unlike ordinary archers, their arrows with black tail feathers are not only extremely fast, but also extremely accurate, and each arrow is aimed at the enemy's vital point.

When the Beastmen were accurately hit by their black arrows, both the Razormon with its bristles and the Centaur with the widest armor were all convulsed and foamed at the mouth.

The only exceptions are the plague mastiffs that have been completely mutated, this kind of poisonous arrows are no different from ordinary attacks for them, they themselves are a big poison tank, as long as they don't shoot the vital point, they are fine, but these mastiffs blessed by Nurgle are only a few after all, and under the premise that most of the beastmen are destroyed, they can't make any waves, and they are quickly chopped into meat by the remaining mountain guards and mercenaries.

In just a few minutes, under the cover of absolute firepower, the human soldiers slaughtered all the beastmen, and when hundreds of crows cried and fell to the battlefield, there was not a single beastman standing on the ground, and all that remained was the panting and exhausted human warriors.

The battlefield, filled with the metallic sounds of a large number of weapons intersecting and the roars of various creatures, finally fell silent for a moment, but was soon drowned out by the cheers of the victors.

"We ...... Win!! ”

Fletcher's trademark lion's roar rang out again, but it was clear that his voice was much weaker than before.

The "Angry Lion" was now covered in bloody wounds and exhausted of his physical strength, and he had to use his sword to support his body, so that he would not fall, and if it weren't for the sudden appearance of the Norsca woman, I am afraid that he would have died under the claws of the Chaos Egg.

"Captain Fletcher, are you alright?"

Although he joined the battle late, Rep, who was already covered in blood, walked up to Fletcher, and beside him were two mercenaries who performed brilliantly, they were also drenched in sweat, but they were much better spirited, and there were no obvious wounds on their bodies.

The survivors around them, whether they were mountain guards or ordinary mercenaries, looked at them with different eyes, from the previous appreciation and admiration to pure admiration and admiration.

On the battlefield, there is no distinction between men and women, only the strong and the weak, the strong survive, and the weak perish.

"I can't die yet, call me Fletcher, thank you for your help, especially this lady, who saved my life, so what...... Are the current G-class mercenaries so powerful? ”

A smile appeared on Fletcher's face, and he sincerely thanked several mercenaries, especially the benefactor who saved his life, and even had a little respect in his tone.

Not only because the other party saved herself, but also because of the strong strength she showed.

As the commander at the heart of the battlefield, he has been paying attention to the battle since the other party joined the battle, watching firsthand how this mercenary single-handedly kills hundreds of beastmen along the way, and finally plays with the huge Chaos Egg in applause.

In terms of the performance just now, it is estimated that only the regiment commander can do it in the entire legion, and the other captains are enough.

The problem is that Captain Hargreaves is a high-level mid-rank golden swordsman, and in terms of professional level, he is more than 108,000 miles higher than a G-level mercenary.

Regardless of the surprise in Fletcher's heart, in the face of his words of thanks, the stone on the other side was a little cold, just nodded and said nothing.

Rep was afraid that the atmosphere would be cold, so he stepped forward and helped Fletcher, who was standing a little hard, and said with a smile on his face:

"You're welcome, you're welcome, without you, we're all in a dead end, we're all in the same boat, Brienne, you say? She's from Nosca, and she just became a mercenary, so she doesn't have to say anything about her strength! ”

Before Fletcher could continue to ask, Rep pointed to the city wall and diverted the conversation.

"Who are those men in black on the walls? Archery seems to be very powerful. ”

Fletcher didn't reply, and spat blood on the ground with a snort, and then replied:

"It's not those crow hunters, night crows hunt the dead, when I hear the sound of crows, I know that they are coming, they are here so late, are they going to collect our corpses?"

It seems that the squadron leader's previous anger has not subsided, and he does not appreciate the "comrades" who came to support, and he did not notice that the blonde woman next to him with an indifferent face actually flashed a strange expression on her face after hearing the words "night crow catcher".

It turned out to be them, the followers of Moore, the "God of the Dead." ()

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