Cang Lan has the strength of the first order lv29, as a senior mercenary from Malvey, she is not only good at scimitars, but also a special physical technique-

Her bumpy body suddenly softened, and as soon as Gross grabbed her wrist, her body broke free as if it had lost a bone.

Unfortunately, the scimitar still came out of her hand, the blade rotated in mid-air, the blade refracted the sunlight, she jumped back, her body was like an agile cheetah, and instantly withdrew from the distance of seven or eight meters.

"Commander—"

The mercenaries next to them shouted one after another, and only then did they wake up like a dream, holding their swords and protecting them all in front of Cang Lan.

Gros didn't bother with the flying scimitar, he picked up the Frost Sword, and Scott regained his grip on his weapon.

The two sides returned to a situation of confrontation.

On one side are the four inaugurants of the Wolf Bandit Bandits, while on the other side are the members of the Red Feather Mercenary Regiment.

Randall braced his arms and got up from the ground, he shook his drowsy head, and soon saw the two warhorses parked not far away, and also saw Gross—

This young man, armed with a long sword, was facing Cang Lan in a rather casual deception.

Pain.

It seemed that his whole body was aching, but the excellent physique of the inaugurated high-ranking knight did not allow him to be too seriously injured, and after touching his nose and finding that the cracked nasal bone was a little crooked, he gritted his teeth and hissed, staring at the figure with hatred.

It seemed that there were eyes growing in the back of his head, and Gross turned.

Charge.

Swing your sword.

It was a very ordinary flat slash, without any change at all, but the speed was so fast that even the shadow of the blade almost disappeared - the faint blue glow of the frosty sword was only a flash, and then, with a slight snort, the blood rushed wildly.

A sword seals the throat.

Because of the passive effect of the "Badge of Courage", this sword also deals double the critical damage!

Randall fell to the ground again, and saw the young man's cold eyes—

He was an aristocrat with an extraordinary status, but he never imagined that this young man who called himself "Gross" would dare to kill him.

Commoners attacked the nobles, hanged to start, as for killing?

Did he really not know about the existence of the Elantra Code?

The sword was too much for Randall to expect, and a pair of beautiful dark gray eyes bulged out on his back, as if he wanted to try to remember the young man's appearance, but the constant air leaking from the cut throat made him look like a fish lying on a dry river beach in the scorching sun, his chest heaved a few times, and his lips opened and closed—

He tried to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Randall Jeffrey is dead.

Talen's lover of countless teenage dreams, a young generation of knights from Fred Wolf downward, the first heir to the Jeffrey family, and the acting lord of Lorenz Town, died in the Ampton mines in the Nogo Mountains.

Collect the sword.

Gross took a step.

After killing this handsome noble knight with a ruthless shot, this large amount of experience points made his battle level just step into LV24, and his brown eyes were like fierce wolves, turning his head to stare at Cang Lan-

Scarlet wavy curls fluttered in the cold wind, and the woman, having lost her scimitar, took a long sword from the mercenary beside her.

Levin took the dagger and stood beside Gross, Scott stepped aside, and Oliver raised his hunting bow again.

"We surrender."

The atmosphere froze, so quiet that only the wind howling in the valley could be heard. The mercenaries of the Red Feather Mercenary Regiment were sad and frightened, and the bodies of Anthony and the deputy head Christopher were still in front of them, and a vague blood scab had already condensed on the cold corpse.

Fight?

The death of Mr. Randall, who was in a high-ranking position, at the hands of this fierce young man, shows that he has at least the strength of a high-ranking person or above. Although the strength of the regiment commander Cang Lan is very strong, in such a situation, if he continues to fight, I am afraid it will be difficult to ensure the safety of these mercenaries under him.

Someone had already taken the lead in lowering his weapon and hurriedly shouted at Gross. The twinkle in his eyes was so real.

"Oscar!"

The others among the mercenaries let out excited sounds. For mercenaries who fight for money, there is no shame in surrendering, but the other party has no intention of surrendering at this time, and this weak compromise attitude is more like a self-inflicted humiliation.

"Huh—surrender?"

After returning to the Ampton mines, Gross finally spoke the second sentence, looking at the group of mercenaries who were all bold, and his gaze moved back to the face of the red-haired woman—

At this time, Cang Lan, even if she had the intention of avenging the two dead companions, but after weighing the combat power of both sides, she had lost her certainty.

Or rather, confidence.

Booty? Commissions for tasks?

At this point, she didn't have to mention these things at all, all she was thinking about was how to get out of this damn place, this damn mine, with her mercenaries—

There is no elixir in the world that has never been regretted, and if there is, it is undoubtedly stealing the authority of the creator God. From the moment she decides to accept Randall's mission, it all seems to have been predestined.

The old man and the child trembling in the cold wind, the barron whose arm was cut off, when these things happened, the angry bandit leader Gross returned the hatred in the most fierce way-

Cause and effect, the thread of fate.

At the moment, Gross didn't think about the seriousness of killing a nobleman, he only wanted his companions, the old man and the children who were with him day and night not to be bullied or harmed-

The nobleman was unable or unwilling to fulfill his duty to protect the commoners, so he had to rely on his sword.

The sword pointed diagonally downward.

The sun rises to the highest edge of the sky and gradually sinks westward.

From the deep valley in the mountains, it seems that the song of the traveler can be heard from afar.

Gross felt that he was out of place in this world, and a drop of blood fell into the dust along the blood groove of the blade, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little hesitant-

"Huh—surrender?"

There seemed to be a mockery in his tone, and he didn't know if he was laughing at the mercenaries, or at the dead noble knight, or at something else.

"Have you ever had mercy on the elderly, children, and innocent civilians before?"

Under the gaze of everyone on both sides, Cang Lan stepped forward, took out a large money bag from his arms, and then bent down and put it on the ground. Her expression was calm, or rather expressionless, as she looked up at Gross:

"I'm sorry for this happening. Marvey's mercenaries like Rael, but they never act against morality. ”

She paid attention to the other party's demeanor and paused, "This is our apology." ”

"You think all mistakes can be atonement for Rael?"

Gross didn't look at the purse, and after hearing about it from Old York, he was left with pure murderous intent in his heart.