Verus's mood at the moment is like asking a beautiful young woman to come home in his sleep, only to wake up the next day to find that he was holding the guard dog he had in bed.

"Whoa—"

A feathered arrow shot from an unknown direction, and the sharp Mitsubishi arrow plunged headlong into the three-centimeter-thick plank, and successfully pierced it.

The arrow grazed the tip of Verus's nose, scraping away a small piece of nose.

But Verus didn't even have time to cry out in pain, and a bloody arrow shot out from the side, scattering half of Verus's face.

A young mercenary, with wide eyes, collapsed in front of him with a look of disbelief.

"Damn! Damn it! Damn it! Seeing this bloody scene, Verus roared hysterically.

"Captain!" A mercenary next to him rushed to Verus's side almost in a row, "What should we do?" The strength of the other party is too strong! We can't stop it! ”

"Tactical retreat!" Verus turned around and roared angrily, "The first and second teams crossed to cover the defensive positions and delay as much time as possible, and the third team immediately retreated with those damned merchants!" Tell the people in the first and second teams to delay for five minutes and then disperse and flee! ”

The mercenary who rushed to Verus's side was the captain of the second team.

After listening to Verus's order, he naturally knew the fate of obeying this order, so he said with a sad face: "Captain, all those guys want is ......"

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Verus said with a gloomy face.

"I know!" The bald mercenary gritted his teeth and said stubbornly, "But the other party ......"

"Shut up!" Verus roared and shouted, "We are the Guns of Freedom! It's the gold-level mercenary group of Acala City! If we abandon our clients and flee by ourselves, how will others perceive us in the future? We are discrediting the Gun of Freedom! ”

"But captain, it's all our people here, as long as we don't say it, no one ......"

"Smack!"

The angry Verus immediately slapped him in the face: "Are you crazy? The clients are all dead, but we can still go back alive, are you really stupid to be the mercenary guild people? ”

"Big deal, let's leave Akara City......"

"Shut up!" Verus finally couldn't stand this guy's shamelessness and cowardice, and roared with red eyes, "Now, listen to me!" Do as I tell you to do now! Just delay for five minutes, and you'll be ...... right away Belch! ”

Verus lowered his head and looked at the short knife that had stabbed him in the abdomen, and then he looked up in disbelief at his companion, who had just had a few drinks with him before nightfall tonight. He could feel the sharp pain of the opponent's short knife churning in his abdomen, and he raised his hand tremblingly, pointing at the other party: "You ......"

"I just want to live!" The captain of the second team was obviously frightened, "You don't know who they are, but I do!" I know! I've seen them once! They are terrible! With only a dozen of us, it is impossible to win! ”

The middle-aged man screamed frantically, and then said apologies while repeatedly stabbing the dagger into Verus's body.

The people beside Verus looked at this scene with a blank expression, they didn't expect this to be the case anyway.

"You madman!" Finally, someone reacted and suddenly pounced on the middle-aged man.

However, this person's strength was obviously not as good as that of the captain of the second team, and he was knocked to the ground by the opponent's punch.

In places like mercenary groups, most of them pay attention to the supremacy of strength.

As the only two gold-level mercenary groups in Acala City, the Guns of Freedom do not follow the elite route like the roses of Tedmis, and their development strategies are overwhelming, and the threshold for recruiting members is obviously not high enough, so the level of the members in the group is naturally uneven. However, even so, the class status of the members of the regiment is basically based on strength, and being able to serve as the captain of a squad can naturally only be the stronger group in the attendance team this time.

Because this mission is nothing more than a routine business escort mission.

The Gun of Freedom already knows about the routes and cargo arrangements, so the danger of this mission is not very high.

The leader of the team, Verus, is only at the level of eighteen, and although the three captains are also at the level of professional, their level is slightly lower than that of Verus, with an average of level sixteen. As for the remaining members assigned to the three squads, they basically hovered around level ten.

In the case of mental calculation or unintentional, it is naturally not impossible for a middle-aged man to kill Verus by means of a sneak attack.

As for the young mercenary who tried to stop the middle-aged man, with only a tenth-level strength, how could he defeat an experienced professional level.

However, being tossed by this novice mercenary, the middle-aged man's mental condition was obviously a little more stable.

He glanced down at his right hand, which was already covered in blood, only this time, it was not the blood of his enemies, but the blood of his companions. But soon, the guilt in his eyes completely disappeared, he threw away the short knife in his hand, and then suddenly stood up and shouted, "We surrender......"

"Whoa—"

A sharp feathered arrow was nailed to the middle-aged man's head, completely interrupting his later words.

There was a moment of silence.

The five men who attacked the caravan looked at each other.

Then one of them tentatively asked, "What did he just say?" Surrender? ”

"Seems to be, right?"

"And you killed him?" The voice of a third person.

"Uh, conditioning?" This is the voice of the second person, who and two other companions are in charge of remote suppression, providing support to the other two companions who broke through the enemy line, "I ...... when I see someone standing up"

At this time, the killing on the battlefield is actually basically coming to an end.

There were only eighteen mercenary guards from the Freedom Lance, but because they were completely one-sided at the beginning of the battle, their defensive formation was split by two raiders before they could be effectively organized. Immediately afterward, the other three ranged attackers used their superb bow skills to suppress the five, including Verus, to the point that they could not raise their heads.

They couldn't even observe their comrades on the other side of the formation, the only thing they could hear was screaming.

The only captain of the second team who knew the situation was to kill Verus after crawling under the carriage - in fact, even the tactics that Verus had explained before were completely impossible to achieve. Because the group of mercenaries who were isolated on the other side of the formation were almost dead: the two attackers who broke into the formation were like lions breaking into the flock, completely unmatched.

"Run!" I don't know who let out a shout, and the remaining mercenaries immediately began to flee.

"Whoa—whoa—"

Two more arrows were fired, taking away the two mercenaries with the Spear of Freedom again.

"Alright, as long as those guys don't stop us, we don't need to waste any more energy on them." One of the attackers, who was in charge of long-range suppression support, opened his mouth to stop his other two companions, who shrugged their shoulders indifferently, "Lord Antia said, the mission is important. Anyway, the blockers have been dealt with, so let's get our things and leave. ”

Then the three of them began to walk towards their other two companions.

But at that moment, a rapid whistling sound sounded.

For these five people, this voice is not unfamiliar to them.

It was the beep of a sharp weapon waving quickly in the air.

It wasn't a difficult thing for the five of them, at least all five of them were able to do it. But to be able to make such a rapid and loud buzzing sound in this silent night, it is not the level of their strength that can reach.

The five attackers looked sideways in unison, only to see that the three mercenaries who had been lucky not to die under the arrows of the three long-range attackers had fallen to the ground at this moment, and the three heads were still rolling slowly.

There was still a short distance between the three of them, and it could be seen from this position that the three seemed to want to converge.

But the concept of wanting to converge is different from the concept of converging.

The three of them were at least about ten meters away from each other.

And the rapid whistling buzz just now seems to be just a sword, right?

The attack range of a single sword covers a width of at least twenty meters or more?

What kind of strength is this?

The five attackers looked at the people who were slowly walking towards them as if they were facing a great enemy.

Then the next moment, the five of them were a little stunned.

The visitor was dressed in a simple mix of gear that didn't seem to be in a good financial situation, but the sword he held in his right hand was of excellent quality, and it looked like he had put all his money into the eating guy. In the crook of his left arm, he was holding a little girl who was holding the collar of the comer—they guessed that it was a little girl, after all, the other party was wearing a small dress.

However, these are not the reasons why they are stunned.

What really made them not know how to express their inner emotions at the moment was the outfits on the heads of these two people.

The big and the small still wore a skull of an unknown monster on their heads, and the little girl still held a rib-like thing on her right hand, but the sharper end was smoothed out.

These two people are naturally Su Yan and Anna.

"Barbarians?" Said the first remote supporter.

"It should be." It was the voice of one of the swordsmen in charge of breaking into enemy lines.

"I've heard that the barbarians are powerful and love meat." Another swordsman who had burst into the enemy line also spoke.

"They're not going to eat us, are they?" This is the voice of the second remote supporter.

"What to do? They seem to be strong, can we beat them? The voice of the third remote assailant was already a little panicked, "Our meat must be much better than those humans, and they will not let us go." ”

"Shall we run away?" This is the voice of the first swordsman.

"What about the mission?" Another swordsman asked.

"Failed." The person in charge of remote support said that this person seemed to be the leader of the group, and it was this person who had stopped his companions from chasing the remaining three, "Lord Antia said that there is hope to be alive. In the face of man-eating barbarians, and the strength is clearly stronger than ours, it is not a shame to fail the mission. ”

The sound of the five people muttering seemed to be very quiet, but it could not hide Su Yan's hearing.

These words made his face instantly look ugly.

However, what Su Yan didn't expect was that the little guy's hearing seemed to be very keen: "My father and I are not man-eating barbarians!" We don't eat people! ”

"Oh, it's not a barbarian." The ranged attacker, who seemed to have little guts, spoke, "Then I'll rest assured that I won't be eaten." ”

"Who said they were barbarians?" The swordsman asked, "Huh?" Like me? ”

There was silence.

"That mission ......"

"Lord Antioch said......"

"Guys, what's the point of us whispering here? They all seemed to be able to hear it. It was the swordsman's voice again.

“……”

Everyone, including Su Yan and Anna, was silent again.