surrounded......

If he was alone, he would have been able to escape, but would he have given up the lives of others and escaped alone?

Grush silently clenched the hilt of his sword, and in his sight, a group of privates standing directly in front of him had relaxed, and behind him, a group of privates rushed out.

Behind him, the group of private soldiers dragged the crippled man out of the bushes, his face full of banter, and now there were nineteen of them present, and Grush's side was all a group of old and sick, and they had the advantage no matter how you looked at it.

Some of the dozen or so people who were brought out by Grush had already lost their 'weapons' and hid behind Grush, shivering, their eyes full of tears, and sobbing quietly.

They all knew that they could not escape, and like the people who were taken out by the leader every time, it was impossible for them to return there......

The hands holding the hilt of the sword were bruised, and Grushh gritted his teeth, glared at the private soldiers, and shouted angrily: "If you kind come at me!

Only by attracting the attention of those private soldiers will they focus on dealing with him.

He lost his former self-restraint, and foul language blurted out one after another, which made the private soldiers angry.

"Damn untouchables!" one of the privates roared, and drew his weapon and rushed over.

The faces of the private soldiers standing in front of Grush changed suddenly, and they immediately reminded them: "Be careful!"

The person hiding behind Grush screamed and ran away, but Grush's face did not change, and he turned around and threw the long sword in his hand on the sword split by the enemy with centrifugal force, only to see a little spark burst out between the two long swords, just a momentary staggering, and the other long sword opposite the [Blazing Sun] suddenly broke apart.

Grush's face did not move, his wrist turned, and he slashed diagonally with his sword, the sharp blade of which slashed through the neck of his enemy without surprise.

A red thread stretched slowly across the private's neck, and those incredulous eyes were still staring at their enemies, but their brains hadn't yet reacted, before they realized they were dead.

The private's mouth opened slightly, as if to say something, but before he could say that, blood rushed out of his neck, staining half of Grush's body red.

When the corpse fell to the ground, those cold eyes appeared in front of the private soldiers, making their hearts tremble.

For a moment, their mouths were dry, and they couldn't say a word when they looked at the eyes and the enemy whose body was half red with blood.

No one dared to approach, and even though they all clenched their weapons, none of them dared to approach the man's surroundings.

Because they all knew that even if they could kill that enemy together, the first, second, third, and even fourth person who rushed forward would die under the sword.

Sharp weapons and sharp and crisp fighting methods, compared to the veteran adventurers and 'knight masters' they have seen before, in the face of this kind of enemy, as long as they rush forward is a death, who will choose to exchange their lives for the merits of others?

No one would do that, no fool would do that!

“...... Come again!" This voice seemed to come from the bottomless abyss, just hearing this voice, the bodies of the private soldiers had become extremely stiff, and the muscles of the whole body were tensed.

They stared intently at the man, only to hear the man shout, "Come again, you shit!"

Grush shook the muscles in his face, hoping that the others would run away now, but they seemed to be frightened by his appearance, and stood there in a daze.

He had already dragged these private soldiers, why hadn't they fled yet?

Even if he was in a hurry, Grush could not alert them, because if he did, the privates would notice the people and know that they could threaten him.

So he can't say it, he can only let them react on their own......

After a confrontation for a while, someone among the private soldiers finally noticed the 'rebels' who were standing aside, and the look in their eyes instantly became smart, raised their hands and pointed, and shouted eagerly: "Catch them!"

At the sound of his shouts, the privates also came to their senses, and the ragged 'rebels' also regained their chaotic brains.

Noticing the way the private soldier looked at them, their hearts tightened, and they let out a scream of terror, and they hurriedly turned and fled.

And they were huddled together, and they had to run into others as they fled, and one of the women accidentally fell to the ground, and she lay on the ground crying in panic, and at the same time struggled to get up from the ground.

She had to get up, and if she didn't, she'd die here!

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die......"

As the old and weak women and children fled, Grush breathed a sigh of relief, and then, holding his breath, raised his footsteps and charged violently, crashing into a group of private soldiers.

The screams rang out one after another, and they were all frightened by the enemy's fierce posture, and their brains went blank, so they hurriedly swung their swords and slashed at the enemy.

Grush swung his sword to resist, but he was only a mortal now, and in the face of the simultaneous attack of nine long swords, he only had time to defend against the attack that slashed at the vital point on his body, but two or three long swords still cut through his clothes and slashed at his body, leaving several bloody wounds.

Gritting his teeth and letting out a muffled grunt, Grush reached out and grabbed the cripple who had been thrown to the ground, threw him his shoulder, and then turned and fled.

Under the dull gaze of the private soldiers, he saw the woman who had fallen to the ground, her eyes were red, she threw the lame man on her shoulder, and shouted: "I will stop them, you take him with you!"

With that, he turned around and swept his fierce gaze at the group of private soldiers who were about to rush over.

Everyone stopped, they looked at each other a few times, took a few deep breaths, looked at the fierce enemy, moved slightly, and slowly moved forward.

The woman who had fallen to the ground scrambled to her feet, only to look back at them, and then ran away without looking back.

Grush heard the sound of running behind him, but the lame man's sobs never went away, and he turned his head to see that his brain seemed to explode, and the tight strings snapped.

"Up!"

One of the privates shouted violently, the enemy was already distracted, and this was the best time for them to attack.

Eighteen private soldiers rushed forward together, but what they saw next was a pair of bloodshot eyes, full of anger written in them.

"Roll !!"

Grush held the hilt of his sword and cried out in his heart: 'Lend me strength!'

But the sword didn't react, it wouldn't respond to Grush, because it had lost the ability to respond, and in that battle, it had consumed all its divine power to protect Grush......

Failing to see the familiar glow on the blade, Grush did not retreat, he lunged forward with his sword raised, and slashed with his sword.

He can't go back now, or he'll die here, and the lame man will die here, so he can't go back!

Eighteen privates could not attack Grush at the same time, and he swung several long swords with great effort, but two of them still slashed at him.

However, that's enough!

Grush turned and ran, grabbed the cripple from the ground again, and fled with him on his shoulders.

Listening to the cripple's low sobs, Grush's anger grew.

Why, why haven't they been able to unite at such a time?!

"Chief, Chief!"

I don't know how long I fled, and suddenly there was a surprise voice in front of me, but Grush did not relax because of this, because there were still pursuers behind him.

Dragging his tired body, he gritted his teeth and continued to run forward, but at this moment, a scream came from the front......