Every brick-moving dog was forcibly interrupted just as he was moving bricks, and he always became extremely annoyed - Gross's right hand landed on the bowl-shaped shield of the Frost Sword, and his gaze swept coldly over the group of mercenaries.

In his unique vision, it was a large green dot and only one or two yellow dots...... None more - this means that only two of these mercenaries are of the same rank as him, and the others are some beginner or intermediate ranks.

Maybe his current strength can't single-handedly overthrow an entire knight order, but what about these miscellaneous fish?

Gross's lips were drawn into a thin, straight line.

He had just stopped building a house, and his upper body was only covered with a thin white linen shirt, and the stains of sweat and dust were densely intertwined, and at this time, in the eyes of these mercenaries, he was regarded as ragged.

The identity of the bandit is about to be revealed.

And the companions behind him are also similar.

Bard tore off his dark red cloak and slowly drew his sword, and the mercenaries drew their weapons when they saw Gross and the others—not the bandits, but the bounty of 12,000 raels.

"Surrender or die!"

Tam glanced at Gross on his horse, although the other party had a good temperament, but that angular face was just a young man with pure mountain blood-

During the days he spent in Lorenz Town, he had a rough idea of the strength of their group of mercenaries: they weren't elite or cooperative, but it was effortless to deal with a group of bandits.

They already know the details of these bandits in the Northland. In these rural areas, the average strength of the bandits is only able to bully ordinary civilians at most, and if there are so many characters who have completed their duties, they are almost equivalent to the leaders of the bandit groups.

The fighting between the two sides seemed to be on the verge of breaking out, and even the exchange of names had been omitted.

The young man at the front looked like a bandit leader.

As Tam shouted "Surrender or die", the mercenaries cried out in unison—

Of course, this was just a lie-like slogan to defeat the enemy's determination to resist, and they would not have shown any compassion at this time for the sake of a lucrative reward for this mission.

Gross's gaze was as calm as water.

Scott, Oliver, and Levine followed him, and Miss Mage leaned against a half-crumbling earthen wall at the head of the village, poking her little head out—

In the terrain near Gray Rabbit Village, the wolf bandit group has a natural defensive advantage. Although this slight advantage is only a slight difference in elevation of the gentle slope at the head of the village, it is enough.

Afterglow of the sunset.

The mercenaries rode on horseback, and kept going, their unsheathed swords and spears cold and bright—the road was not wide enough to spread all the men, but the mercenaries agreed to do so first, and there was no scramble.

The bounty is divided equally, and everyone who participates in the battle has a share.

In the direction of the sun, the shadow under Gross stretched long, long - he flung the reins, and the horses under him gradually accelerated, charging straight at the mercenaries. That's his answer.

"What does that kid want to do?"

"Haha, I don't know, maybe he's jumping off the wall in a hurry and planning to fight hard?"

"Poor wretched creature who killed himself!"

The mercenaries looked at the approaching Gross with a sympathetic look—

A young man like the leader of the bandits should have a decent talent for martial arts, but there is no point in talking about these things at the moment, because this young man's head will soon become a shiny and heavy Rael in their hands.

The frosty sword was erected and pointed obliquely, and the movement was not fast, but it seemed to carry a wonderful rhythm.

The blade of the sword reflected a brilliant halo of blazing white—and all eyes were fixed on Gross.

Gross leaned forward slightly on the horse's back.

The war horse rushed into the crowd of mercenaries, and in an instant, a series of sparks of metal violently rubbing and hitting flashed, and the sound of knocking echoed in the air, making people's ears buzz-

This power? As soon as Tam swung the spear, the silver-white sword slashed right on the wooden pole of the spear, and it was instantly split into two parts, without any sluggishness.

The incision is as smooth as a mirror.

There was a flash of silver light in the field of vision.

Severe pain in the nerves.

"Ahh

He inadvertently turned his head and saw that the other mercenary in front of him had just had his head cut off by the sword, and the headless corpse on the war horse shook and quickly fell.

There are not just one or two mercenaries who have fallen from the horse, and there is no one to stop Gross with his sword-

The combination of the high-level level of inauguration and the first-level swordsmanship of the swordsman was combined, and the mercenaries suddenly found that the young man in front of them was far from being as simple as they imagined.

An irresistible force, or a sword hero?

Is there such a person hiding among the bandits of the Northlands?

Linked to the cause of the quest in the small town of Lorenz, a noble knight died at the hands of bandits, and it seems that he was unjustly defeated-

In just a few seconds, panic quickly spread among this group of mercenaries, and only this first round of combat was like a hot knife cutting into butter, and the mercenaries in their thirties and forties were completely disorganized.

In the midst of the crowd.

The dark red thick cloth cloak was tilted to one side, and Bard felt his heart pounding in his chest, and even the flow of blood throughout his body accelerated a little, and the muscles of his body reacted extremely quickly under the stimulation of adrenaline-

But despite this, as soon as the long sword in his hand fought with this young man, he was also shocked and almost fell off his horse.

Bud has the strength of the inaugural rank, so what about this young man who took the initiative to attack with a small number of people?

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, could it be the first order of awakening?

It looks like a joke that isn't funny.

Countless weapons were cut off under the blade of the Frosty Long Sword—

The difference in the rank of the weapons was fully reflected at this time, only dodging, no blocking, any mercenary who met the young man head-on, at this time, except for the high-ranking Bard, no one remained intact on horseback.

With his sword in his hand, his brown eyes were extremely bright, and his horse's high-speed dash swept past Bud's face—one of the two high-ranking mercenaries in the mercenary, and the other had quickly shrunk back when he saw that the situation was not good.

Scott held his sword, and Levine held a spear and slashed from behind him, a standard triangular position.

"Who the hell are you?"

By this time, Bard no longer dared to think about the lucrative bounty, and he took a few steps back from the crowd and suddenly asked.