Chapter 121: The Real Praying Mantis

The rough face of the mountain dwarf turned pale in an instant, but he was purely frightened compared to the enemy who had lost too much blood.

What a catastrophe of disembowelment.

"Alas, my life is at rest!"

Morabi sighed deeply, a wry smile on his face.

It's a pity, this sword that has been brewing for so long is full of fighting spirit and speed, and it is a surprise to kill the dwarf, but after all, it is a big loss that is seriously injured and cannot move quickly, but it still has a bit of explosive power, how can it be as simple as cutting Battle's abdomen!

After wielding this sword, there were only a handful of remaining fighting energy, and the situation was similar to that of a fish thrown ashore, no matter how desperately he struggled, he couldn't jump for long.

Not to mention, the enemy who has suffered a big loss will jump like thunder, and what awaits him will be a stormy attack until death.

Battle took two more steps back, then clutched his abdomen, blood gushing from between the fingers of his wide palms, his thick chest rising and falling violently, his heart pounding, cold sweat rushing all over his forehead, and he was filled with anger.

If you say that there are two emotions of shock and fear, the anger component may be more, the mountain dwarf calmed down a little, and the pain at the wound told him that the sharp fighting qi only cut heavily in the abdomen, and cut the skin, fat and some muscles, and it was exhausted, and it didn't really hurt his internal organs, but the wound was deep enough to grow into the flesh, and the blood flowed quite a lot, which looked more scary, and the pain was of course very clear.

If you retreat a little slower, I am afraid that you will be disemboweled by Moraby's sword, and the entire abdominal cavity will be broken, and you will be seriously injured if you don't die.

"Your sister!"

The mountain dwarf who glared at the enemy and picked up a life roared, and regardless of the blood still bubbling from his stomach, he jumped up high and slashed down with an axe!

As expected, Morabi began to roll on his side again, and although it was visible to the naked eye, the dodging movements were more sluggish and embarrassing than before, but he was still dying, and the willpower of PUBG to survive was amazing.

Just like that, one has no head and no brains to chase and slash indiscriminately, and he has to let the enemy chief "bravely do justice"; the other is persevering and unwilling to give in, and for a time there is a stalemate, and the scene is embarrassing and funny, full of black humor.

If the bard sees this scene, he will be inspired to create a vibrant and passionate poem on the spot, with a clear theme, humorous style, witty words, roaming and singing, and the stupid dwarf in the story who is much better than Grandma Bear will surely make the protagonist's prototype Battle, eager to find a stone and kill him, it is too embarrassing.

On a stone not far away, Plitander sat cross-legged on it, took a deep puff of dry tobacco, intoxicated by the mellow smell of cigarettes, and saw that Battle had eaten such a big loss, and then fiercely slashed one axe after another, but there was no way to take the enemy who was lying on the ground with a missing leg, the old butler couldn't help but shake his head, and muttered: "Now these little dwarfs, no matter how sparse the blood, the ancestor's 'brainless' problem is not much worse, that' Unhappy's irritable temperament seems to be even worse, isn't it so stupid that he can't prove that he has the pure blood of a dwarf? ”

Looking at the old butler like that, in addition to being quite disapproving, the meaning of schadenfreude is still excessive.

With emotion, Plitander lowered his head and took a deep breath of dry smoke, and suddenly his ears moved, and his cloudy eyes flickered slightly, and then he smiled to himself, and muttered: "Forget it, I'm an old man, what do you do with so many idle things, let it be." ”

After speaking, the old butler closed his eyes and savored the aroma that penetrated his heart.

A cold arrow suddenly hit Battle on the shoulder, and the force of the arrow was so great that it directly shot the stout mountain dwarf to the ground with a horizontal body!

"Moraby, look at your dead face. The old lady saved your dog's life with this arrow, how do you say?"

A female voice, much more arrogant and louder than the leader of the attackers in front of her, was belated after the cold arrow, and the most important thing was that it was more penetrating than the arrogant and loud characteristics, and the whole battlefield heard her voice, and of course heard what she said clearly.

In the valley, the mercenary group surrounded and suppressed the fierce battle of the attackers, and subconsciously stopped, and in an instant, the noisy scene cooled down.

"Who is it?" Kevin, who was chasing the fish that slipped through the net, hurriedly stopped, "Is there anyone else?"

With a question, the mercenary leader quickly turned around, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated several beats. Today's battle can be called a twist and turn, and the heart's ability to withstand it is a little worse, and it will explode on its own.

The silence was followed by a few shrill screams of women.

"Oh no, it's Julie!"

As soon as Captain Kevin heard that familiar voice, he knew that it must be several female mercenaries who were in charge of guarding the Marquise de Ryde, who had been poisoned by the enemy.

When I looked back, I happened to see a sword light up, and under the sunlight, this bright knife light started from the mountain wall in the distance, and in a wonderful arc, it instantly hit the ground, and then disappeared.

At the bottom of the mountain wall, at the end of the arc, is the front of the convoy formed in a defensive line, standing on the roof of the tallest car as a guard, and at the same time paying attention to the battle situation here, Julie, the female mercenary captain, is squatting at the moment, raising her sword with her hands over her head, motionless.

Kevin looked at Julie's squatting back, and his burly body trembled slightly.

He could see clearly that Julie's long knife, which he held with both hands, was only half cut off, and the fracture was a straight line that slanted downward.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and Julie's head suddenly tilted towards the severed side of the blade, falling on the roof panel, "grunting" and rolling, until it was blocked by the protruding trim line of the car, and as the head fell, her strong and powerful body finally fell softly.

In the place where Kevin couldn't see, the convoy was already lying on its stomach or lying down, and the female mercenaries brought by Julie were all over the body, all with crossbow arrows stuck in them, and they were no longer alive.

"No!"

Ignoring his injuries, Battle screamed heartbreakingly, tears rolling down his face.

Just now he personally led the team to flank the enemy, considering that the family of the Marquis of Ryder is mostly women, so he specially left Julie and them as guards, thinking that it was the safest, but he didn't expect that they would lose their lives.

The pitch-black riding boots stepped on Julie's crotch, Julie's figure was already strong, and she curled up and fell to the ground, the height was just right, and the person who came actually used her corpse as a stepping stone, and the insult contained in it could not be more obvious.

The owner of the riding boots, the arrogant female voice that sounded just now, said again: "How is it, have you thought about it?"

Originally, there was a huge gap in strength between her and Julie, and she jumped and slashed condescendingly, and even cut off Julie's weapon head with a single knife.

The afternoon sun was fierce, illuminating her face very clearly, and she was actually a very good-looking woman, if it weren't for a deep diagonal scar on her forehead that ruined the overall beauty.

She didn't wear a veil and she didn't wear a mask.

Morabi hurriedly replied: "Medina, as long as you rescue us all, sixty percent of my property will be yours!"

"Fuck you! Eighty percent! Not a word less!"

Bursting with foul language, the woman replied categorically, she was tall and sturdy, her legs were slender, her wheat-colored skin exposed outside the dark tight-fitting suit, shining with streamers, and all the details of her body lines were showing strength and toughness, obviously her combat power was extremely good.

She then sneered again: "Moraby, put away your little caution, don't think that if you shout the name of the old lady, I will have some scruples and have to save you." To put it bluntly, since the old lady appeared here, none of them could escape. Save you, just for the sake of money, if you don't know what to do, let you fend for yourself. ”

Seeing that the woman said it so clearly, Morabi endured the pain, gritted her teeth, and finally bowed her head: "Okay! Eight will be accomplished! ”

"That's pretty much it. The woman named Medina twitched the corners of her mouth and agreed. She shouted around, "Brothers, let's collect the money!"

"Okay!"

"Ahh

All kinds of weapons were raised high, and they responded enthusiastically to their own leader, and around the carriage of the Marquis of Ryde's mansion, there was a black pressure standing at the moment, and they swept over at a glance, not to mention that there were more than a hundred or two hundred people. These people either jumped off the mountain wall with Medina, or after shooting the female mercenaries left behind by the Black Lion Mercenary Group with a secret arrow, they fell to the ground early along the rope they had thrown, and looked carefully, regardless of whether they were tall or not, they were all sturdy and sturdy people with indifferent expressions, and like the leader, all of them were not masked, and they were not ashamed to express their support for Medina's words just now.

Compared with the attackers who had been fighting for a long time in front of them and liked to sneak up on their own, the gang of thieves who appeared at this time, whether it was a faint formation formation, or a long and short weapon in their hands, or the fierce aura that naturally flowed out, was more like they were used to blocking the road and robbing them.

"Codex Thieves?"

chewing on the word "Medina" for a while, Kevin finally remembered where the gang in front of him, who were so arrogant that they didn't hide it, combined with the woman who was still stepping on Julie's body with one foot and putting her arm on her knees, confirmed his guess, and a black face couldn't help but turn a little greener.

"Mother Mantis" Medina, the leader of the female thieves who kills without blinking, has created a private thief group that is completely under her orders, it is said that she has the superb skills of the ninth-level soldiers, the style is cold-blooded, thoughtful, and has led the group of thieves to do countless bloody cases.

The question is, how could the people behind the bounty to take down the Marquis of Ryder's Mansion and his party hire two bands of thieves to act separately at the same time?

It's not in order!