Spreading the Sword of Death

This is the mercenary group that Zack belongs to, and the war has started like this, yes, now there is no war, this is a bandit group, a bandit den.

Walking is a tightrope called the line of life and death, a slight step on the wrong step is a death, the hiding place, the nest, this is designed to be extremely secret, in the depths of the forest, the innermost part of the tree is blocked, no one leads the way, it is difficult to find.

In the outer forests, there are large traps that can be used to catch wild beasts, and humans who come near them are naturally included.

There is only one entrance to the outside, in the hollowed-out cave, and deep into it is a narrow road, traps, alarm mechanisms, and if you touch a little line, the bell tied to the line will ring the bell bell warning.

This is a mercenary group with very experienced practical experience, the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, the same physique, the same physical condition, has experienced life and death, and the guy who has killed people is much stronger than the one who has not had such experience.

In the Death Spreading Sword Regiment, there is only one person with great strength in the strict sense.

Brian Angers, in the former king's royal competition, invincible, swept the opponents who went to the same competition, with superb skills and martial arts, it can be said that he is extremely close to the pinnacle of the concept of man.

The only one who lost to one person was in the final, and the only guy he lost to, Gejiev Sturonov, the strongest warrior captain of the kingdom who is now in the limelight at home and abroad, and a strong man who no one in the neighboring countries can match.

"Gergeph..." The name was pronounced in a low voice.

In the face of failure, some people slumped, completely collapsed, and could not stand up, while others moved forward bravely, dared to face failure, got up again, and worked hard in the Fa in order to overcome defeat.

Brian is such a person, he was really hit at first, and he was decadent for a while, but in the end he still stood up, practiced hard, and the means honed from life and death made him full of confidence, and if he did it again, he believed that he could defeat the man who made him taste defeat.

While wiping the weapon that had been wiped out of the weapon he had wiped for an unknown number of times in the private room assigned to him, he suddenly heard confusion, noise, and shouting outside.

"Is it an adventurer?"

With the evil things done by the mercenary group to which he belongs, it is not uncommon for adventurers to receive a task to come to crusade, but ah, he rushed to come without finding out the existence of this mercenary group in advance, and I really don't know how to write the dead word.

Gerjeff and Brian, it's like two extremes.

Gurdjieff is willing to sacrifice his life for others, and give everything for the sake of cherishing and protecting existence.

Brian is selfish, thinking of himself, for himself, centered on him, like this, in order to become stronger, unrestrained to fight with people, fight with monsters, and join such a mercenary group that is evil, for evil, and for evil, and to mutilate others.

With this as a scale, from the beginning, Brian has already lost.

"An enemy has invaded! Mr. Brian! ”

Approaching the location where the noise sounded, he stopped a mercenary running from there halfway and obtained this information from the other party.

"What's the matter?"

"Woman, woman! It's two women! ”

Ha? Woman? Or only two?

Strong women, whether in reality or in the legends of the past, there are not a few, if the other party is a woman and has a psychology of despising it, then death will not be far from you, Brian certainly will not have that kind of immature thoughts, what makes him feel surprised is, who is the comer?

A famous adventurer in the kingdom, a team of adventurers composed of all women, "The Rose"

Thinking that the old woman who had met him was a member of the Rose Rose, a well-known female adventurer like this, and then the others, I don't know, but to break into here, or just by relying on the two of them, it is enough to prove that he has the ability to match him.

"You don't have to come here, you and the others can guard inside!" Brian, who was walking in the deep passage and heading outside, waved his hand with his back to the mercenary, and said in a relaxed tone.

This world has countless magical things and rare talents.

Brian was fortunate not to get those useless scrapwood abilities, but to have a blessed talent for combat and a sword, which gave him the ability to stand tall and look down on the weak.

I could faintly hear the sound of footsteps in the passage ahead, unhurried, and panicked, a brief scream before dying.

There is no hurry to step forward, with his confidence in his own strength, he can save a few more people by stepping forward at this time, but, there is no need for that, Brian is selfish, he will only fight for himself, for victory, that kind of mercenary, it is not a pity to die.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Brian drank two bottles of potion in quick succession, and then dropped a unique, magically enhancing oil onto his love sword.

"Start One! Launch Two! "Magical effects that belong to rings and necklaces come into play.

The strengthening of the body and agility of the potion, the strengthening of the sword by the oil, the increased resistance and attribute damage reduction of the ring and necklace, it is no exaggeration to say that Brian at this moment is standing at the extreme height of the concept of human beings.

He already has a strong foundation, and after so many increases, he will not be defeated, and this idea deepens.

The fiery and fighting intent that burst out from the body seemed to have a steady stream of power surging, and I couldn't wait to slash it out and vent it.

Ready, Brian continued to pause and approached, the pungent smell of blood lingering, as if all the surrounding blood smell was gathered here.

Brian frowned and looked at the two people in front of him, one looked very young, very beautiful, with a beauty that no one could match, and strangely in a dress, he didn't look like an adventurer at all.

Brian looked at it twice, then looked away, landing on top of the other.

Wearing a mask, you can see the eyes in it from only those two holes, restrained, as if there is something hidden inside?

The black cloak, the hem is very long, it covers the calf, and the small cap of the cloak is on the head, this is a guy who covers his whole body, and the only thing that is exposed is probably the calf to the ankle, because it is sandals, and the exposed feet and toes don't know if it counts?

Judging by his appearance, it is this unsightly guy who is in line with the identity of the adventurer, and after a brief judgment, Brian raised the sword he was holding and pointed at the other party.

"You're finally out!" The other man spoke before him, a little magnetic, sounding like an overcharged.

Brian was indifferent, his eyes didn't flicker.

As he watched intently, the man reached out and grabbed the brim of his hat and pulled it back, then grabbed the entire cloak and ripped it off.

The beautiful girl who Brian identified as a little girl caught the cloak that had been shed, bowed slightly respectfully, and took a few steps back.

"Come on! If you don't want to die, resist with all your might! "Take off the mask, the voice is a little bit of tyranny and pleasure that is not obvious, and there is obvious patience, what are you enduring forbearance? What is there to endure?

Until he saw the other party's true face, Brian's pupils shrank.