Masorella ran after Elwin in front of her, his shield dyed, not even reflecting in the dim light of the buildings around her. However, their weapons and armor inevitably made a "clang" sound, and they had just run three hundred meters east along the quiet street when a patrol with lanterns appeared in front of them.

"What the hell?!Stop!"

There was a shout from the front, Masorela's muscles immediately tensed, he clenched his fists with both hands, and was about to rush forward, but he saw that Erwin in front of him was already speeding up, and at the same time reached out and took off the shield in his hand, pulled out the scimitar, and crashed into it without any nonsense!

"What are you going to do!?"

"Get out of the way—"

"Bang bang bang!"

A continuous crash sounded, and when Masorera rushed forward, four of the five men were directly knocked over, and the last one was stabbed through the stomach on the spot by Erwin's scimitar, and then he kicked it away.

The soldier who fell to the ground and screamed looked at the approaching Masorera with fear on his face, the latter held the fist blade in his hand, and clenched his teeth, but he did not hesitate for a moment, bent down and stretched out his fist on the spot, and stabbed through the opponent's neck with a "plop"!

"Ho... Whew..."

The patrol soldier with his trachea severed struggled, but was stabbed silently by Masorela's second blow. Splatters of blood stained the placket of his chest. Masora clenched her fist tightly, making sure her opponent's pupils dilated and his limbs drooped before pulling out his fist.

The special company is not an ordinary training camp soldiers, they are all units whose strength has reached the level 5 or above, and they are also the troops that have really raided four or five batches of horse thieves and rogues for exercises - even without these actual combat training, more than ninety percent of the team are veterans and strongmen who have experienced several wars, and it is precisely because of their physical fitness beyond ordinary people that they can have the most stable performance in rigorous airborne training and actual combat.

Masorella is the least qualified of these people, so he has to be strong in his heart and does not want to be left behind everywhere.

"Keep up!"

Erwin didn't even look back, he threw the blood from the scimitar to the ground, put it into the sheath with his hand, and continued to run forward.

Masorella gritted her teeth and followed, and as the group had passed through the long street, Erwin suddenly drew his knife and locked his eyes on a figure standing on the side of the street.

It was an honest-looking tavern bartender, but he was holding a metal wolf's head emblem in his hand, and Erwin saw it and said directly, "Dark clouds!"

"Lightning and thunder!"

After the simple slogans were matched, Masorella knew that the other party was the "CIA's" eyeliner in the city. The latter didn't talk nonsense, and said: "Viscount Cattelan is not in the Earl's Court today, and went to another nobleman's mansion to attend a banquet in the afternoon, just three streets away!"

"How?"

"Go straight ahead, and I've had people draw signposts under the street lights, and you can find them by following them. ”

"Roger. ”

Elson gave a military salute, and the group turned and moved on, while the bartender-like agent turned back to the tavern not far away, and there was no flaw in sight.

Masorella had only learned from the platoon commander about how the battle plan was executed, but she didn't expect Ivota to penetrate so far in the heart of the enemy's rear. With the CIA agent's explanation, the whole team quickly ran towards the target position, and although they didn't encounter the patrol team along the way, Masorella could still hear the sound of her own heartbeat...

After all, this is the hinterland of the enemy's strength, in addition to the group of people in front of them, the other two hundred people have already rushed to the city wall and various key areas, but according to the information, the total strength of the city is more than two thousand...

With more than 200 people facing more than 2,000 armed enemies in a town with a population of 30,000, the feeling of being an enemy is extremely stressful for anyone.

Masorella remembered what Commander Sodrol had said when he joined the "Special Company" - "The Special Company is born to be surrounded by enemies!"

We are not ordinary infantrymen, we are special companies ...

Masorella continued to strengthen her beliefs and keep up with Erwin's footsteps.

Under the torches planted in the side of the street, a right-hand arrow made of white lime appeared. Erwin stepped forward, came to a corner, and made a tactical gesture - the clash of armor almost instantly died down, and all the soldiers immediately put on a standard defensive formation, drew their weapons and half-knelt on standby.

Erwin put his head out of the wall and looked into the distance, where two rows of carriages were parked in the street fifty meters away, and the stench of horse manure could be smelled from afar. And the most conspicuous building was clearly the place where the nobles were having their banquets...

Things are more complicated than expected. Because the plan was to attack the mansion directly, it was estimated that the only people to face were Viscount Cattelan's guards. But at the moment, there were more than ten carriages at the banquet site, and according to the custom, each of the nobles present was guarded by more than four people, so in addition to those nobles, the number of combat-ready enemies present exceeded the special platoon that carried out the "decapitation" mission.

"Masorela!"

Erwin suddenly called the name, and Masola, who was standing aside, immediately responded: "Here!"

"Scout the enemy. ”

"Yes!"

Masorela's lips pursed, he put away his fist blade, turned around and ran directly towards the stone building with the closed door next to him, his body climbed directly to the top of the third floor like a gecko, and then quietly observed at the commanding heights for two minutes.

He quickly returned, whispering to Erwin about the results. The latter thought for a few seconds and ordered: "Rush into the hall within ten seconds, the first squad covers the second squad to carry out the task of breaking the door, to assist in solving the guards who rush up, and the third squad guards the gate, the commanding heights of the battle situation, and assists others depending on the situation." Class 4 follow me, enter the door and arrest Viscount Cattelan directly!"

After speaking, he glanced into the distance: "Attack in a minute." ”

This minute is for the squad leader to inform all the team members of the task to be carried out, and in order to ensure that everyone knows what they are supposed to do, it is something that must be done before each battle. Masorella belonged to the fourth squad, which was the most combative, and there were six barbarian soldiers, three human veterans, and his Tevelin, and everyone looked at each other in silence, and then collectively looked at Elwin.

The latter took off his shield, drew his scimitar, and ordered: "Begin!"

The first and second teams immediately rushed out, and the third and fourth teams followed. Masorella looked at the silent sprinting troops in front of her, and felt the adrenaline in her body soaring at a rapid speed - the coachman in the distance let out a shout, and the frightened horses neighed uneasily, but the sound of the crossbow snapping quickly drowned out everything, and the screams came from the front, and Masorella knew that it was a group of people who had begun to move.

Passing through the middle of the carriage filled with the smell of horse manure, the procession rushed into the mansion without hindrance, and with a loud "bang", the door was slammed open, and the orange light in the house illuminated the dim road.

"Rush, rush, rush!"

The soldiers of the first and second teams quickly entered, and they were all short soldiers in their hands, so that they could better fight in the narrow area. The four crossbowmen of the three teams had already shot at several soldiers rushing from both sides, and with the cries of pain and the clash of blades, Masorella followed Erwin into the hall.

As a result, as soon as he rushed in three steps, he suddenly heard the barbarian suddenly launch a "charge" forward, and at the same time shouted: "Get out of the way!"

Obedience had become Masola's instinct, and he immediately jumped sideways, but while his body was in the air, a loud bang and a shockwave threw him to the side—

"Boom!"

The fire exploded, hundreds of candles placed above the house were blown to the ground, and Masorella hit the stone pillar next to him uncontrollably, and when he endured the pain in his ribs, he looked up, only to find a figure standing in the center of the room with a staff.

Behind the magician was the terrified-looking Viscount Cattelan, a distant nephew of the Count of Mirno, but after the death of the Count of Mirno, the inheritance of the domain fell to him at the behest of Charles II.

The young Cattelan was originally a baron on the verge of bankruptcy, but because of his "obedience", he was promoted to viscount and inherited the rich Bergen domain. But his courage obviously did not grow with his status, he was originally drunk and dreamed of dying at the banquet all day long, where did he think that he would encounter such a catastrophe today?

But the high-ranking magician sent to him by Charles II stepped forward at this time.

Seeing that Viscount Cattelan was about to be captured, the magician pointed his wand straight ahead and cast the "Enhanced Fireball Technique" stored in it - if Erwin hadn't rushed up in time to block it with his body, the soldiers who had just entered the door would probably not have escaped the fate of being burned to ashes!

Charles II's policy of valuing magicians has played a role after all, but a high-level magician is obviously unable to stop these special forces.

Masorela's ears were buzzing, and in the dim light he saw all the well-dressed nobles lying on the ground, and the falling candles had set fire to the dresses of seven or eight noble ladies, and even their hair was scorched. On the other hand, the soldiers of Evta got up from the ground and returned to the battle.

They had already targeted the mage and immediately began to attack.

The crossbow bolt hit the mage's shield, but it was deflected in the sound of "crackling", and this mage is not a vegetarian, every time he raises his staff, the instant "ice pick" and "fire blast" can knock away his comrades who have no time to dodge.

Masorella gritted her teeth and stood, rushing to the other side with all her might—using his hands and feet to hook his tail to the bronze candlestick on the pillar to quickly approach the mage. Knowing that he would not be able to resist so many enemies, the other party was dragging Viscount Cattelan back, trying to exit through the back door at the other end of the room.

Seeing the opportunity, Masorella jumped up suddenly, his body crossed the distance of seven or eight meters, and when he landed, he had already caught up with the other party, he saw that the mage suddenly aimed his staff at him, he immediately put his hands in front of him, and made a block...

The retreating mage showed a sneer, because the thin guy in front of him was really nothing compared to the barbarian soldier guy, and a simple "flame impact" was estimated to be enough to blow the opponent half to death. But when his spells quickly gathered and were about to be released, the target in front of him suddenly inflated like a balloon...

Masorela, who had the ability to "transform", roared angrily, and the "Flame Impact" slammed into his body more than three meters, but only scorched a small part of his arm, and the impact of the explosion did not even make him take a step back.

The reason why Masorela's leather armor was only connected by rope was to accommodate his huge body after transformation.

He looked at the mage in front of him who wanted to continue casting spells, and directly slapped the opponent's staff, and the explosion caused by the elemental disorder knocked the opponent and Viscount Cattelan back several steps. Masorella ignored the explosion, and her body quickly swung her arms, and the blade of her fist that was stretched out was like a metal claw at this time, smashing the "frost shield" condensed by the elements into pieces on the spot!

(End of chapter)