Lockhahn died, and with him his bandit bandits. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And Mali is already irreparable from the situation, he can only hope that the experienced mercenaries of the Black Boots Mercenary Group and the two bandit groups will leave the troops to attack Bikini, in Mali's view, with these troops joining, although the defeat is irretrievable, but they can always be killed alive, and if there are troops, they will have the right to speak, and those adults in Subic can value themselves and leave themselves a chance to make a comeback. But the reality is cruel, Rodell ran away, these bastards ran away at the most critical moment, throwing their troops to those defenders in bikini, and listening to the footsteps of the bikini defenders rushing towards them, you can guess what happened to them. Maybe it's over, maybe it's going to run away, but in any case, he can't count on them. Looking at the squad leader with a sad face in front of him, Mali greeted the Black Boots mercenary group and their leader "cordially", and the severity of his language made the squad leader dumbfounded, because for a robber like Mali, who has always regarded himself as quite aristocratic, although he can't help but be a bit robber-like, he is famous for paying attention to his words and deeds, and sometimes even to the extent of contrived (for robbers) Many robbers from other groups often make fun of this matter, saying that he "dreams of nobility in front of robbers" After the Subic Kingdom recruited him, Mali was even more crazy about contacting the aristocracy for a while, of course, he didn't do it in front of other robbers. And the words that came out of his mouth today, even among the villains among the robbers, were the most vulgar, extremely disgusting and penetrating, and made the squad leader tremble with fright, as if he had experienced another battle like the one just now. ''You TM get me up.'' After a bitter scolding, Mali looked at the fleeing robbers and the strange soldiers in pursuit, and he held back his burning anger and lifted the squad leader who had collapsed to the ground, grabbed him by the collar and pointed at the defeated robbers and yelled: "Tell the cowardly bastards who will only run away, and let them pick up their weapons and fight back!" If we can't make it, we'll wait to be crushed by the bikini man! With that, Mari threw the hapless squad leader out, who ran away as if saved. ‘’******！ Rodel, you bastard! My dreams have been ruined by you! ''Thinking of Rodel's forgetful bastard ruining his dream of being a nobleman and lord, Mali's anger continued to rise, and if his resentment could be turned into a sharp sword, Rodel and his robber mercenaries would have been shattered into pieces. Mali's body is shining with light, and his momentum is not twice as strong! He raised his sword and rushed out like the wind, killing a way in the chaos of the army, and those who stood in his way, whether it was the strange troops on the opposite side or the defeated soldiers on his own side, were mercilessly slain by him.

Mali's heart was full of anger, and he was unwilling to let his hopes be destroyed by those men who were about to achieve it. He is not a nobleman, his ancestors are not N generations, and he doesn't even have a bit of status. His grandfather was a farmer, his parents were servants of the aristocratic family, he had experienced the pain of poverty and hardship since he was a child, and he had also seen the extravagant and corrupt life of the aristocracy and the arrogant posture, when his parents were beaten by the aristocratic youth and did not dare to fight back, and those well-dressed and elegant scumbags laughed contemptuously, Mali's heart was full of anger and unwillingness, and at the same time, he was helpless and extremely envious of that life. He began to learn the manners of the nobles, and even secretly read the books of those nobles, even if he did not know a few words. He was teased and beaten by his equally poor companions, and wantonly insulted by the children of the nobility. When he greeted the "masters" with aristocratic etiquette, all he received was a slap in the face and ridicule. ''Untouched people don't deserve to insult this set of etiquette!'' ''''Nobles are not something you can be, do your sweet dreams.' Pigs! They spat in his face, and finally, his anger exploded, and he slapped him back, resulting in a beating and imprisonment. How much did he suffer to escape from that prison and join the bandits, surviving between the army and the large mercenary bandit organization, exploiting the people. Despite the tragic death of his parents, he did not rise to the idea of overthrowing the system, even though he was already the leader of a large bandit bandit. He plundered the owner's belongings and put a knife on his neck, but all he got was scolding... These nobles bowed before the pauper, groveling before the higher ranks, and he understood that only those who stood higher than those could attain status, at least in Subic. Eventually, taking advantage of the war to expand his power, and the bandit alliance could even threaten the northern frontier of the kingdom, he came to the Free Cities Alliance, and only for one thing---- kingdom made a deal with him and used his title to recruit him. He was given a chance and was able to accumulate wealth, and he was satisfied until... The appearance of those people!

The troops are gone, the mission has failed, and with him just as a high-ranking warrior, what does he rely on to get everything he dreams of? ''Nope!'' I haven't lost yet, I'm a noble lord! He roared and rushed out, like the troops behind him: "Come with me if you want to live, let's kill you!" Some of the robbers came to their senses under his auspices and followed him towards the bikini encirclement. ''Poor man. MM, the musketeer with good hearing, heard him and sighed: "Don't he know that when he calls out the noble lord, he is destined to be destined to be the nobleman." With that, she raised her gun again...

''Bump! Mali was fine, and a mid-level warrior-level captain fell to the ground, trampled into mud by the skeletons and barbarians who swarmed up from behind.

On the other side of the battlefield, in the direction of the bikini, hundreds of soldiers are frantically waving their weapons, killing all the robbers who have plagued them for several days in front of them, a large number of barbarians and militiamen rushed to the front, the defensive battle in the past few days has made them these melee soldiers choke enough, and now these bandits with broken morale have become the best targets for venting, and the bandits' minions can only be killed or even cut under their swords. The door of the bikini is now completely opened, and countless soldiers rush out from all directions of the wall, although the defense of these days has exhausted them, but the dawn of victory once again fills them with strength, the guards of Bikini and their allies launched an attack on the bandits, scattering the robber siege team, forcing the Black Boots mercenary group to escape, the anger in the hearts of the warriors has been vented, the attack and defense have been exchanged, everyone can see that it is only a matter of time before the bandits are completely defeated.

Although the casualties were far beyond imagination, and the defeat was a foregone conclusion, they still did not give up, Mali still held on to the hope of breaking through, and there were hundreds of troops around him who followed him in the chaos, many of whom were the elite of the bandit group with good strength. Mali believes that as long as he can fight his way out of the encirclement and open a way out, the chaotic team will definitely be able to recover their fighting spirit and rush out, Lockhahn is dead, once he rushes out, then the rest of his troops are likely to join him, so even if he loses, he will not lose too much. With this hope in mind, Mali led the charge towards the troops surrounded by Bikini. After all, the back road was blocked by those "monsters" warriors, and there were terrible giants sweeping away the remaining cavalry of Lockhahn, although he also knew that the bikini side was strong, and he was eager to take revenge and kill him, but going back was equivalent to sending him to death, and only by moving forward could there be a glimmer of hope, and he could only fight hard.

Once again, the robbers charged Bikini, and although their goal had changed this time and the situation was completely reversed, their combat effectiveness and momentum had not decreased, but increased. After all, in the past, the charge was for wealth, but this time it was for survival. Bikini's troops suddenly stopped in place after seeing a large group of robbers rushing towards them desperately, and they quickly cleared the nearby bandits and immediately set up a formation. ''Brothers, rush! Get past that one of their defenses, and we'll be able to get out! Mali used his life instead of money to inspire the robbers, he completely launched the madness, even if the side effects of such madness would be terrible, but he couldn't care so much, all the robbers used life-saving tricks, trying to break through the dividing line between life and death. At this moment, the bikini procession unfolded, and a whole line of musketeers with short purple hair stood at the front of the line, raising the terrifying musket in his hand that was close to a fist. The archers drew their longbows, and the goblin pitchers raised their spears.

''Bump! ---''Rows of smoke rose, the projectiles penetrated the armor and the human body, and the robbery at the front of the charge appeared a terrible blood hole, and fell directly in a row, and the people behind were also hit by bullets that still maintained penetrating power, and fell down like a skewer of mutton. The robbers in the back still did not stop, stepping on their corpses and continuing to move forward. ''Whoosh---' The bow and arrows rained down and fell again among the robbers, knocking down a large number of robbers who were powerful underground. The remaining robbers wielded their weapons and shot as many arrows as they could, continuing to charge. The goblins threw their spears, and the terrible spears pierced the bandits to the ground as always, causing them to die, and the mighty bandits shot down the spears, and even split them, gathering all their strength to rush towards the line. Bikini's ranged troops retreated, but they didn't rush directly to fight and confront the bandits, in fact, they were also puzzled, although the order was given like this, even they themselves didn't know what was going to happen.

''The dead buried under the dirt and stones, the unyielding souls who fought to the death...'' A chilling voice rang out, and the bikini procession searched for the source of the sound, and then dispersed in horror, making way for the owner of the voice, making room for the terrible woman to be his stage. The purple robe fluttered in the wind, but there was no trace of warmth in the air, and the figure floated on the ground more than ten centimeters above the ground, moving as smoothly as if it was on a flat bottom. The skeletal scepter in her hand swung with her body, smooth and terrifying, exuding the aura of the dead. Beneath the purple helmet is a delicate and beautiful face, if you don't mind those pink sparkling eyes... Her presence shocked the bikini soldiers, and her presence even slowed down the robbers. Her actions and dress are very similar to those of a necromancer, but with a flamboyant and dangerous appearance that ordinary necromancers do not have! She was alone, but no enemy standing across from her would underestimate her. She stopped, lowered her body a little, and continued to chant the terrifying incantation: "At my call, stand anew in the realm of the living!" The witch raised her staff, and a purple light shot into the ground, and three white arms burst out of the ground.

''Quick!'' Kill her! , before she summons something more! ''Mari woke up from the shock, he didn't have time to find out who this terrible woman was, he only knew that if he didn't kill her, they would all die here!'' The robbers woke up from their surprise and rushed towards them with a roar of rage at the command.

The witch remained in place, and the three skeletons came out of their sights. They are the same size as adults, with thicker bones and sharp iron swords in their hands. The witch waved her arm, and the three skeletons immediately raised their swords and rushed forward, along with them, along with the hundreds of skeletons at the back of the team, including no less than dozens of big skeletons just now. The witch recited a few more incantations, and the pink and black mixed ball of light quickly formed in her hand, and then she quickly threw it out, and the ball of light flew very fast, and several robbers who rushed in front, including Mali, were splashed by the explosion generated by the ball of light, and the robber who was hit fell directly to the ground, he was not hurt much, but his limbs were already unable to move. Mali was also splashed, and he didn't feel hurt, but he clearly felt his legs become heavy and his body felt a heavy sense of weakness. The balls of light flew one after another, some were all pink, some were mixed with two colors, and the balls of light exploded in the crowd, and the bandits who were splashed by the mixture of the two colors were very problematic, they either became weak and sluggish, or their bodies did not obey the call, and they bumped around weakly. Once weakened, the pure pink ball of light would rain down and take their lives. ''Weak spells?'' Mari smiled bitterly, and his heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness as he watched the swarming skeletons slay the weakened soldiers and kill them with their swords. ''I lost, I really lost......'' Mari swung his sword, slashed over a few skeletons, and then looked at the bikini position in the distance, at the little guy flying towards him. ''Bump! A bullet struck him in the forehead, shattering his shield and shattering his skull. Mali is down, he is still alive, but his heart is dead. The skeleton immediately engulfed him, blood flying between the bones under the chaotic sword......

Mali was killed, the bandits were crushed, our troops continued to advance on friendly forces, the corpses on the ground were covered with a layer of blood. Under our flanking attack, the remaining robbers raised their hands, or they were beheaded by the bloodied barbarians, the smoke of gunpowder began to disperse, and we were victorious.