Little by little, time passed.

The atmosphere around the valley was getting tense and tense, and under Rhodes' gaze, there were at least three teams of adventurers approaching the Ogre Valley, and many battles broke out around it in just one morning.

Some guys with hatred gathered in the neighborhood and got into a fight when they met.

Over time.

Rhodes noticed an eerie calm near the valley, including those who hated each other, as if they had received some message and briefly stopped fighting. Like the eve of a storm, calm is filled with depression.

Thundered.

There was a slight tremor on the ground in the east of the Ogre Valley, as if the eerie balance had been broken, and everyone's eyes were cast there, both openly and secretly.

In the limelight.

Bands of mercenaries appeared at the end of the horizon.

At the forefront of the mercenary team were several strong gray-toothed wolf cavalry, men with arrogant smiles on their faces running across the giant wolf on the ground, and a banner embroidered with crossed iron swords waved in the wind.

Behind the cavalry, groups of well-armed men marched forward in a procession like long snakes.

These men were dressed in complete leather armor, most of which was made of some kind of beast leather soaked in secret, gray-brown leather could effectively block the attacks of certain sharp weapons, and some men also wore iron helmets on their heads.

On their backs some carried shields inlaid with iron sheets, others with iron swords and spears, and among these men were archers, spearmen, and infantry with other weapons.

"Ahh

Terrible screams echoed in the air.

A mercenary with a fleshy face and a cruel grin picked up an adventurer hiding nearby, a bloody spear piercing the hapless man's chest.

"Hahaha!"

He grinned wildly and casually drew a spear from his back and threw it fiercely.

Sou!

The spear broke through the air, roaring and piercing an adventurer hiding in a tree not far away, dragging the guy with tremendous force and finally nailing him to the ground in a parabola.

"I'm the brute of the Iron Sword!"

"You shivering garbage hiding in the shadows! Listen to me! The ogres are ours, their treasures are ours, and those who know each other will get away from Lao Tzu! Hahaha! ”

The barbarian fangs of the Iron Sword Mercenary Regiment held their war spears high, and threw the adventurer in front of them aside with a cruel expression, shouting with bloodlust in their eyes.

"Clear!"

By Manya's side, a man with a hideous scar on his face coldly spat out two words.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Seven or eight black shadows shuttled between the trees, and screams rang out one after another in the forest.

Not far away.

"It's so domineering!"

Rod stared at all this coldly.

This Iron Sword Mercenary Group is really domineering, it will be cleared when they meet, and it is clear that they want to monopolize the Ogre Valley, and the barbarian teeth are arrogant in their words, and their methods are even more brutal. And the man with the scar was even more arrogant, and a sentence of clearing the scene set off a killing.

A strong mess.

Sonor!

A black shadow swept by, Rod quickly drew his sword, and the decapitating sword slammed behind him, the metal collided and sparked, and a black shadow was shot out by Rhodes.

"Assassin!"

Rod's eyes were cold.

This Iron Sword Mercenary Group, he had never heard of it before, it should be a small character who didn't even survive the early catastrophe of the turbulent era, and he was so arrogant.

"Look for death!"

He whispered, his legs exerted force, the wave perception was activated, and the decapitating sword slammed into a big tree with an indomitable terrifying might.

Bang!

A horrified Assassin with a look of disbelief in his eyes watched as the decapitating sword slammed into his chest, smashing a tree, and the Assassin died almost instantly.

"What an arrogant iron sword!"

A loud shout rang out, and on the hillside on the other side, a ranger with a rebellious face casually threw aside a wanderer of an iron sword mercenary group like garbage, staring coldly at the brute teeth and scar man in the distance.

"Uncle Ben wants to see where your Iron Sword Mercenary Group got such arrogant capital!"

As he spoke, he took out a large bow, and the arrows in his hand shot out like lightning.

- Multi-star burst!

Five arrows are separated by a few hundred meters to directly take the key point of the scar man, that ranger is indeed not a mediocre person, this arrow technique of taking the enemy's head from a hundred meters away, at least it is also a third-order adventurer with a professional level above level 30.

- Lightning headshot!

Even more surprising is yet to come.

The firing speed of those five arrows can be called lightning-fast, but just after the arrows are fired, it seems that because of some kind of power technique, some special attributes only explode after shooting.

The arrow at the front gushed out a few arcs of electricity, literally like lightning straight to the scarred man's head.

"Sure enough, none of the characters who appear here are so easy to deal with."

Rod couldn't help but sigh.

He didn't directly provoke the people of the Iron Sword Mercenary Group like that ranger, because in his fluctuating perception, that scar man was very dangerous, and his career level was at least close to level 40.

Generally speaking, you can hit the legend above level 48.

"Little trick!"

The scar man's eyes flashed with coldness, and he pulled out a strange-looking scimitar, and slashed down from the center of the arrow with great precision, facing the other four arrows, he twisted his body and easily avoided it.

"Kill him!" He said coldly.

The words fell.

In the large army in the rear, a one-eyed dragon with a large bow appeared on his back.

The one-eyed dragon expressionlessly pulled out a mechanical compound bow, which was nearly two meters long and had a delicate combination of gears, a silvery-white metallic luster, and strange veins.

Bang!

A dull thud sounded.

I saw that the one-eyed dragon only shot an arrow, and that arrow did not have the crisp sound of breaking the air as ordinary shooters, but had a dull movement of an explosion.

"Humph!"

The ranger is also arrogant, but he is not timid, and he also faces the enemy with a bow.

The one-eyed dragon seemed unmoved, put away the compound bow with a blank face, and quietly walked back to the main army.

The moment he turned.

Rumble!

The Ranger's head exploded like a watermelon.

The seven or eight arrows he shot were easily crushed into powder by one of the one-eyed dragon's arrows.

In between.

The Ranger's arrows were as fast and accurate as a sniper rifle, but the one-eyed dragon's arrows were like sniper guns, and the roar and great power of the shot were not at all of a grade.

"Terrible sniper!"

Rod glanced at the one-eyed dragon with some fear, and gradually retreated into the depths of the forest.

This Iron Sword Mercenary Regiment is too strong.

He was ready to avoid it for a while, and wait for them to fight for a while, just like the saying goes, "let the bullets fly for a while", and when the fight starts, he will naturally have a chance.

In the middle of the wilderness.

The forest, which had been a little restless, was completely quiet at the moment.

Many people had the same calculation as Rhodes, they couldn't retreat so easily, but the Iron Sword Mercenary Group did have some means, and some of the guys lurking nearby were also ready to withdraw and wait and see.