The right timing, the hidden arrow, it can be seen that this shooter is quite experienced in the matchup.

But judging from the fact that I can easily perceive the position of the crossbow arrow, I am afraid that his level of understanding of the arrow is a little worse than that of Lirea.

Most of Lirea's arrows will not have only one purpose, but are mixed with many truths and falsehoods, which are indistinguishable and incomprehensible.

It is a mixture of the character of the human race and the archery of the elves.

It is a stronger archery technique that combines the incisive archery skills of the two clans at the same time.

It's such an arrow, I am confident that I can catch one or two, let alone a shooter who is far inferior to Lirea?

Sneered slightly, the momentum of the big sword in his right hand continued unabated, and his left hand was withdrawn, turning his palm into a fist, and at the same time accumulating killing intent, from the bottom up, he waved suddenly!

The metal gauntlet, wrapped in black-red killing intent, slammed into the arrow two inches behind the arrow in the most straightforward way and at a rapid speed.

With a soft click, the arrow body broke, and the arrow was biased, but the arrow's momentum and residual strength were not reduced at all, and it rubbed against my squeaky nest, and only for a moment, I also felt the chill from the arrow, and I couldn't help but shrink my arm and gasp.

At the same time, there was a scream behind me, and when I glanced sideways, I saw that the crossbow arrow with undiminished power was impartial, and it happened to hit the lower abdomen of some unlucky ghost who wanted to sneak up on me.

Because of the fading power around his body, the arrow did not penetrate deeply, but the majestic chill that followed made him feel painful.

I had the heart to help him, but I was in pain, but I couldn't spare time.

Holding a big knife, he slashed left and right, tightly entangling the remaining five people.

In fact, I have already seen their intentions, they want to take advantage of the large number of people, quickly kill me, and then rush into our camp, burn and loot, or drag me down, send two or three people to forcibly rob the camp, and then use the hijacked personnel as a threat to force me to ambush me.

Unfortunately, all of this was misperformed before it could begin, and the direct cause of its miscarriage was the crossbow arrow that missed.

I'm not afraid of a dozen or six, let alone a dozen five.

As a result, my self-created knife technique wandered between five people in a more elegant way, like a monkey shuttling between five and two ha.

The fight was hot, and in the afterglow, a figure was sighted, rushing towards our reserve position at a very fast speed - it was the person who was hit by the arrow before!

Huh?

I looked confused, then frowned, and instantly understood the meaning of the arrow just now.

That arrow did exist to hurt me, but if it hadn't hurt me, it wouldn't have lost its value, because it could cooperate with the adventurer lurking behind me to create an oolong injury and relax my vigilance against him.

As just happened, I did let my guard down on the guy who was hit by the arrow, which directly caused him to recover from his frozen state, take his weapon, and kill me in the rear camp.

Hey, miscalculation, miscalculation.

In this regard, I only regretted it a little, and continued to fight with the five guys around me.

As soon as I fought seven moves, I heard the sound of fierce fighting from our reserve camp.

At a glance, Cagalli was awe-inspiring, wielding a war hammer as heavy as Godot's giant cross, and facing the guy who came at him was a wild hammer.

The man who was suddenly attacked by Cagalli didn't take her seriously at first, and even laughed and said foul language, probably because he saw Cagalli wielding a warhammer with one hand.

In fact, he can't be blamed for this, common sense is just weird.

Godot is a giant cross that rotates with both hands, and when it rotates, the muscles of his arms are high and strong, so those who fight him will be more vigilant and gather all their strength to fight him.

However, Cagalli, due to her natural strength, is extremely light when picking up a warhammer of the same weight, which also gives her opponent a false impression that the warhammer is a tool used to scare people.

However, the moment the warhammer collided with his two-handed greatsword, the guy's face suddenly changed.

The solid and hollow ones may have the same appearance, but when they touch, the truth and falsehood can be distinguished.

Hollow tomahawks can never achieve the texture and irresistible impact of solid tomahawks.

When there was a loud bang, the two-handed greatsword made of low-grade stainless steel was overwhelmed and broke into two.

The power of the warhammer's downward smash was not weakened at all by the breaking of the two-handed greatsword, and it continued to go straight to the man's shoulder with unstoppable power.

It was too late to hide, and the man could only maximize the power of fading to ward off the impending damage.

I have to say that the power of fading is a cow!

He could have been smashed into a pulp, but under the protection of the fading force, he only took off one arm, and Cagalli was also bounced back two steps by the subsequent recoil force.

As Cagalli retreated, the man screamed, threw away his broken sword, and ran toward his own team with an arm about the size of a noodle.

Cagalli, who stopped in her tracks, looked at it, yo, the enemy has run away!

How could she let go of any enemy with her kind of fierce temper, she didn't say a word, she picked up her war hammer and chased after her, aiming at her limping body is a hammer.

The injured man was also a character, even if he became a loser, he did not forget to be vigilant against attacks from behind, and at the moment before the warhammer fell, he turned around, dodged, and with a bang, the position he was standing in before was hit by the smashed warhammer.

Frightened, he shrank his neck, and directly broke out in a cold sweat, and his clothes were suddenly wet.

Cagalli didn't care if you were scared or sweating, the warhammer lifted and continued to greet the man, causing the guy to limp back.

In this way, Cagalli held a war hammer and chased and killed the enemy who broke an arm, and that person, for a while, also gave up the idea of returning to the team, spread his feet and ran, it is estimated that he also knew that he was caught up and would die, so it was better to have a physical contest to see if he lost an arm, but his physical strength did not consume much to win, or the girl who held the war hammer and roared angrily won.

No matter what others think, I'm sure Cagalli will win anyway.

I vaguely remember the days when she attacked me at night, and every time a group of people like Zach, Billy, Jackson, Florence, Susan, Quinna, and Maggie pulled her away from me, and this pulling state had to be maintained for several hours to barely consume about half of Cagalli's physical strength.

Every time I think of those days, I shudder, it's hard to imagine that this girl who looks hot and delicate can have such strong strength and such lasting physical strength.

Looking at the unlucky guy who was chased and jumped by chickens and dogs, I really can't think of any more stupid way to escape than the one he chose.

(End of chapter)