Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

Hearing Grez's shout, everyone subconsciously turned their eyes to the moment.

I saw that Gross was unusually pale. The whites of his eyes were no longer visible, and they were jet black, reflecting the blazing fire, and he looked particularly terrible. The green tendons on the pale neck stand out, wriggling under the skin like earthworms, extending upwards little by little.

This is exactly the sign of being corrupted by demonic powers.

"Damn, why are you tempted by demons?" Grayz's face was pale, and a white-hot kill the sand knight in front of him.

Erosion is a means by which demons lure humans to fall. However, for hundreds of years, it has not been heard of a human being corrupted by demonic power. He's only seen rumors about it from ancient scrolls that have been handed down.

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, during the Battle of Original Sin, the demon was affected by the World Stone, and its power was greatly reduced, and it was unable to destroy all humans in the first place. As humanity gained a foothold, demons had to use this method to divide humanity and grow their power. One of the more famous examples is the Blood Crow.

As one of the human heroes in the Battle of Original Sin, Blood Crow was originally an archer. In the Battle of Original Sin, she led the human coalition to defend against demonic attacks again and again. It's a pity that he eventually betrayed humanity for some reason, was eroded by demonic power, and became the blood crow he is today.

More detailed information has been lost in a long history. The prevailing theory is that humans make deals with demons for their own desires, selling their souls for greater power.

Gross actually chose to trade with Rodamant.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Grace would never have believed it. In his eyes, Gross is a noble Lugoin man, with lofty ideals and beliefs, and will never covet great power to trade with demons. But the facts in front of him made him can't stop thinking about the last bit of thought in his heart.

At this moment, the three barbarians suddenly jumped into the air, and one jumped to attack, aiming directly at Gross beside Rodamant. As soon as they moved, the other classes suddenly activated, and they rushed towards that side together.

The originally solid defense line suddenly appeared a lot of holes. The mercenaries' solid defense line built by the professionals was reduced to nothing, and more than a dozen sand knights took advantage of the opportunity to break in.

Saber flurry. More than a dozen sand knights' eyes glowed with blood-like red, and their four arms brought out the afterimage of the Dao, and they instantly slashed down at least fifty mercenaries.

"Kill!" Grace didn't look back, and he was a white-hot sand knight who pounced behind him.

The mercenaries were well-trained, and after a brief panic, they quickly regained their footing. They stomped on a frenzied aura, swarmed up like a tidal wave, and then suddenly dispersed, leaving behind the corpses of a dozen sand knights on the ground.

As soon as the defense line was re-stabilized here, the three barbarians over there also drew a parabola in mid-air and fell suddenly. They grinned, their two-handed axes mercilessly slashing at Gross.

Seeing the three big axes blocking Gross's retreat, Rodament suddenly raised his hand. A pitch-black ball of light shot out towards the barbarian in the center.

"Damn." The barbarian cursed and hurriedly raised his axe to his chest. There was nowhere to borrow strength in mid-air, and he could only use the broad axe face of the big axe to block this blow.

A few pitch-black magic bullets hit the axe, and there was an immediate snort. A cloud of black smoke rose up, and the surface of the axe was dissolved by magic bullets. With a scream, the barbarian fell from mid-air to the ground, clutching his chest and howling.

Intensely corrosive magic raged in his chest. Black smoke and pus spilled from between the fingers. In just a few breaths, a piece of his chest was corroded by life, and there was no movement.

"Didn't Ruhadi come?" Gross slowly raised his head and raised his hand to hold the large axe that had been chopped off on the left and right sides. He stared at the two barbarians indifferently, his tone hollow, without a hint of mood swings.

The two barbarians were taken aback and struggled to draw their hands. Unexpectedly, Gross's hands were like iron tongs, and the big axe could not be pulled out at all. They suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. This is by no means a power that humans have. What's more, Gross is just a physically weak mage.

In a moment of distraction, a black shadow flashed. The heads of the two barbarians flew high, and a half-meter-high waterfall of blood erupted from the fracture.

"Kill them." Rodament **** took a blood-stained right paw and laughed strangely.

"They don't deserve my shot." Gross lowered his eyes, and the veins on his neck were already spilling over his chin.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Rodamant grinned and raised his hand to shoot several pitch-black magic bullets.

"Hide." The paladin who rushed to the front saw the magic bullet flying and hurriedly dodged.

With a thud, the magic bullet failed to work, only corroding a deep pit in the ground. However, this time it completely disrupted the formation of these professions. The surrounding Sand Knights let out a bloodshot roar and took the opportunity to divide and encircle them into three parts.

Grez's face grew more and more ugly as he watched these professionals being divided and surrounded by the Sand Knights. He didn't expect these professionals to do his bidding. After all, they are Ruhadi's followers. But these damn souls are actually pointing at Gross in front of them, aren't they afraid that they will poke themselves out and cause His Majesty's wrath?

"It's time to withdraw." Suddenly, a deep voice floated beside him. Grayz felt a pang in his heart, realizing that he had made such a low-level mistake that he had been touched by someone and had not yet noticed.

"It's not a good place to defend." Lan Wu's expression was serious, and he staggered back several steps with a bear's paw to the sand knights in front of him, knocking down several sand knights by the way.

"I ...... I can't undo it. Grace danced with his sword and slashed cleanly at a sand knight who pounced, with a flash of loneliness in his eyes.

Indeed, he could not withdraw. Gross is still here. This withdrawal means the complete abandonment of Gross. Those followers of Ruhadi were in front of him and killed Gross, apparently intending to put this black cauldron on his head.

Although the mercenary is one of Lu Gaoyin's three major forces and has a strong background, his identity is very embarrassing. In terms of strength, the professionals are far ahead, and they can be called the first force in Lugaoin. In terms of proximity, Jehein clearly relied more on the army under his command. And the mercenary is grandma who doesn't hurt, grandpa doesn't love it, and he gets rid of a gas bag.

Rumors of a ban on mercenaries are not unfounded. As a famous figure with a surname in Lu Gaoyin, how could he not know that Jerhain and the minister had discussed this issue no less than ten times. If it weren't for the uneven distribution of benefits claimed by all parties, I'm afraid that the mercenary union would have been banned long ago and divided up by the major families and the city guards.

Now if Gross dies here, he doesn't even have to think about it to know that it was Ruhadi doing it on purpose. With just one excuse, Jehein and the other families will quickly reach a consensus and work together to divide the mercenaries under the command of the Mercenary Guild. Under the temptation of huge profits, no matter how they are justified, the words of these professionals will be regarded as the most important evidence.

"When they die, there is no one to testify." Lan Wu said in a loud voice, pulling away the saber that was close to him with a bear's paw, and kicked the sand knight in the abdomen, kicking it away.

Glaz was stunned, and flashed the sand knight's saber sideways, slashing it cleanly with a white-hot one. He was a little moved. If all of these professionals die here, if not completely escape the fate of being annexed, at least they will be able to keep the mercenary union for the time being. That's a good idea.

With a sweep of his gaze, Grez quickly gained insight into the entire battle situation. Now the mercenaries are holding the line and dragging down about 500 sand knights. The pros were divided into three pieces, and there were at least four hundred Sand Knights.

"Are you interested in going to Camp Rogge to develop?" Lan Wu dodged sideways, smashing out a damage amplification. The mercenary behind him took the opportunity to stab his spear and sink deep into the chest of the Sand Knight. One more pick, and the sand knight was picked up high and smashed over again.

Grez was stunned, even forgetting about the sand knight who pounced in front of him. This suggestion hit him too much. He is a pure Lugoin, having been raised in Lugoin since he was a child and later became a mercenary, inheriting the title of Grez.

He never wanted to leave Rugoin. Even if he had long known that Jerhain and the various families intended to annex the Mercenary Guild, he only hoped that he would be able to speak in front of Jhein through Gross, in order to preserve the Mercenary Guild, which had been inherited for thousands of years.

A thud woke Glaz up. He had just come back to his senses when he suddenly saw the sand knight in front of him with a bolt of light nailed to his right eye. The sheer power of the Light violently corroded the Sand Knight's head. In just one breath, most of the sand knight's head was corroded away.

"Holy Light?" Glaz was taken aback, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a skeletal archer with his bow and arrow, shooting a bolt of light. He couldn't help but re-examine Lan Wu's strength in his heart.

Necromancers have never been very popular in Lugoin. Except for a very small number of people who accept the recruitment of various families, they only like to be alone, wandering outside alone and adventuring. No necromancer could summon such a strange skeleton.

Skeletons are undead. The Light has an additional damage bonus to the undead. The two become one. It's really a little weird, a little out of harmony.

"I'm sincere." Lan Wu casually threw out a damage amplification and retreated to the back. The bearman transformation has ended, and in the face of such a scuffle, it is not as cost-effective as smashing the damage deepening.

"Camp Rogge is now facing a crisis, but it's also an opportunity." Lan Wu turned sideways and let the mercenaries who stepped forward to fill in the position behind him, and smashed a damage deepening with a smile: "You and your mercenaries can join in and share this opportunity with Rog's camp." I won't guarantee anything. After all, it's Lord Akara who calls the shots. But I can hire you and your mercenaries first. If we are satisfied in the future, we will continue to talk in depth. ”

Grace took a step back, sideways past the mercenaries who came to fill the position, and lowered his head to stare at Lan Wu's eyes: "I admit that my heart is moved." But ......"

Speaking of this, he raised his hand and nodded at Gross beside Rodament, and let out a long breath of turbidity: "If you can save him, I will agree." ”

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