The outlaw-like vigilance that had developed over the years of walking on this underworld made Nashin immediately understand as soon as he saw the other party's movements: there was danger. But no sooner had he turned around than an abrupt scream came from the outside of the convoy:

"There's something weird!"

The voice came from the north, and Na Xin's face sank, as if the uneasiness that had lingered in his heart had finally become a reality, and he didn't have time to greet Mr. Liu, so he turned his head to look in that direction with a straight face. But the carriage that circled the perimeter of the camp also blocked the view of the observer, and he had to walk that side, through the camp.

The guards who were sitting by the campfire saw the former pass by them with gloomy faces, and before they could react, they looked at each other for a moment before they picked up their weapons and followed.

Na Xin came to the side of the carriage and looked at the north of the Qiu Sangze River, and couldn't help but gasp. By the glimmer of the starry night, he saw a dense mass of monsters pouring out of the darkness to the north, the creature was like a thin crystal, standing on the ground on both feet, its claws sharp and powerful, it had a long tail, a small head, and a long beak open on it, like a ghost in the darkness.

Hundreds of these monsters were emerging from the high hills, and their target was obviously the wagon camp, and the sentry on the carriage was speechless when he saw this, and he was shocked when the strange monsters had begun to haunt the vicinity of the Chusangze River, and there were so many of them.

By this time, Naxin could calm down. "Bring the musket and put it on the rack." Although he knew that most of the nights would not be spared, he would not sit still at this time, and he yelled at his subordinates: "Get ready to fight!" ”

Most of the scavengers on the underworld were outlaws, and they knew that it was normal for them to lose their lives on this path of the dead, and most of these people were alone in Rosalen, so they were inevitably afraid in their hearts, but they finally settled down under Naxin's two low roars.

So the guards took their guns. The shield lifter, although his face was bloodless, finally organized a decent line of defense.

The scavengers of the underworld have been on this road for decades, and they finally have some experience in dealing with the weird, at least this line of defense made up of wagons is reliable in most cases.

But that was when facing a few monsters, a tide of monsters composed of hundreds of monsters. Not to mention their small convoy of horses, even if it swallows up a village, it is only a matter of the blink of an eye.

Everyone knew in their hearts that there was no reason to survive this night, and unless they could hold out until after dawn, when Rosalin's patrol cavalry arrived in the place, there would be no chance of survival.

But a small patrol cavalry could not save them, and they had to wait for a large force to be called on the other side of the river, not to mention how much time it would take to get from here to Rosalin, and they would not be able to survive this night alone.

The members of the convoy had their own minds spinning in their hearts, and Na Xin didn't care about these people. He knew that these people might not be reliable at this juncture, if it weren't for the fact that they knew in their hearts that they would never be able to escape the pursuit of strange monsters, I am afraid that some people would have fled without a fight at this moment.

Suddenly, he heard a scream.

Slightly stunned, he subconsciously turned his head, only to see that Mr. Liu in the convoy was wiping the bronze ancient sword in his hand with a green cloth, and there was a corpse lying at his feet, which was one of his subordinates, and the black and heavy blood was flowing from under the corpse. Snake your way through sandy soil.

He saw the corpse, and then he saw two tall horses not far away. My heart was clear, and I couldn't help but scold the idiot.

I don't want to think about the people who can ride such a horse to walk in the wild, and they can also afford to mess with them?

He nodded to the other party, signaling that the other party didn't have to care, he couldn't offend the Jiufeng nobles for a fool, not to mention that he also expected this Mr. Liu to help. If you can survive tonight, only this noble person from Jiufeng is the only variable.

Take 10,000 steps back and say that even if you want to escape, there must be a war horse that the other party can escape, and he also hopes that if it really comes to that point, the other party can save himself on the face that he promised to take them with him.

Mr. Liu looked indifferent and nodded to him.

Nasin looked back. His guards were indifferent to the death of their colleagues. The underworld is a lawless place, where there is only a battle between the strong and the weak, and there is never a right or wrong. What's more, at the moment, they can't even care about their own lives, where can they care about the lives of others.

Someone greedily glanced at Mr. Liu's two war horses, but when his gaze fell on the latter's bronze ancient sword, he retracted his gaze in a daze.

Crossing the open space for almost a few miles was a blink of an eye for the monsters, not to mention that they were still condescending at the moment, and the guards couldn't help but fire a few shots early when they saw the thin and abrupt figures in the darkness.

In the darkness, there was a flash of fire.

The glow of the shards of magic crystals and the burning light of gunpowder spewed out far away like a dragon spitting fire, and these firearms came from Hazel and Osgang, encased in sealed crates and transported from far away by Jiufeng's fleet - just like in the Ten Cities region, these powerful weapons that could be used by ordinary people were highly sought after by mercenaries and merchants in Rosalin and the Swift Plains on the other side of the Strait.

Since more than a decade ago, they have been in the hands of black marketeers and outlaws, and scavengers have used firearms to fight the monsters on the underworld, and with good results.

But not just now.

Strange mobs tumbled to the ground in the firelit area, but soon they crawled to their feet. The Hazel people used firearms earlier than almost all the kingdoms on the continent, and in the country's firearms units, front-line officers generally forbade their soldiers to shoot before orders were given.

The Ebu Royal Garrison Fusiliers, who had routed the Cruz Dragonknights in Harlem, had a ritual of allowing the enemy to fire fifty paces closer.

But here, no one scolded the person who shot in advance, and Na Xin also understood that his subordinates had no literacy at all, and they might be able to fight bravely and fiercely alone, but it was fortunate that they could still have the courage to fight in this situation.

Fortunately, although the scavengers have no tactical literacy at all, at least their personal strength is still there, and the 'cowards' who pull the trigger in advance are a minority after all, and most of the experienced guards still silently put the strange monster in the nearest position they imagined.

Then a series of fires erupted from the side of the carriage.

The monsters are also untactical, and their hunting methods in most areas are swarming, and their intelligence alone is not as good as that of creatures like wolves and wild dogs in the mountains and forests. The difference was that they were strong enough for them to complete this simple and effective attack, and in the storm of steel projectiles, a row of strange monsters in front of them fell in unison, some in the chest, some in the head, and the crystal exploded in the place where they were hit, forming a hole the size of a bowl.

However, only a few of the monsters that are actually hit will die completely, and most of them will be able to get back on their feet after being hit, and only by witnessing this scene can one become aware of this - most of them have the strength of the upper reaches of gold.

The Type II dragon lances used by the scavengers were in the form of three-eyed guns, and when they had finished the first round, they turned the handle and fired the ram again. After three successive waves of flames erupted, the torrent of strange monsters only thinned a faint layer.

Everyone held a handful of sweat, looking at the rows of strange monsters a little speechless, after three rounds of shooting, it was roughly estimated that there were more than ninety strange monsters left, in normal days, in the final white-knuckle battle, even if there were only one or two strange monsters left, it would often make humans pay for casualties.

They really don't know what to do next.

At this time, someone finally began to slip away, and someone dropped his weapon with a pale face and ran wildly behind. Nashin didn't look at these people either, because the fate of these people would not be better than theirs, and unlike ordinary people, he was still able to remain calm at this time, and his eyes were silently patrolling in the strange.

For outlaws, calmness is the majority, because most of the people who are not calm have already been eliminated by the harsh living environment. Some of them dropped their weapons and fled, but there were still a few of them, all of whom had their swords unsheathed, and their faces were cold and ready for battle.

Although there is a mortal situation in front of him, for the scavenger to hold the weapon in his heart, there is always a bit of confidence in his heart, and he knows what will happen when he turns his back on the enemy.

At this time, the strange monster that rushed fastest in front had already crashed into the carriage, and in the eyes of humans, it was a silver light rushing towards the face, and then the whole carriage was torn apart, and the black crystals on the carriage flew all over the sky and scattered all over the ground.

But the humans behind had already expected that they had given up enough open space, and at this time they swarmed up, preparing to use crowd tactics to drag down the monster.

This tactic is a valuable experience that the scavengers have learned over many years of fighting, and the monsters have no brains, like to bury their heads and dash, and will always enter the pre-set ambush circle of humans.

But this time they miscalculated.

It's not that the weirdos have suddenly become smarter, it's that they never thought they would encounter such a big scene.

The undead of Madala fought the monsters on the south side of the Dead Moon Sea, and over the years they were defeated, and the scavengers of Rosalin taunted the skeletons more than once, believing that they had lost their brains as a result of their transformation into bones, so that they were so rusty that they could not even defeat the monsters who also had no brains.

But at this moment, the scavengers of Rosalin understood the plight of the undead.

…… (To be continued......)