In the dense forest, between the trees, more than a dozen figures are galloping rapidly, and the figures are shaking, bringing up the phantom shadows, in this dark dense forest, making people feel cold all over the body.

Although they have tried their best to break through and there is no love fight, only a dozen people can escape in the end, and most of them are still with different injuries.

Thinking of the people who had been left behind forever, Adair felt a throbbing pain in his heart. He is not without feelings, those people are brothers and friends who usually get along with him day and night, but now they are forever left in this dense forest, and even the corpse may be eaten by the beasts in this dense forest, how can he not be sad?

Turning around, behind them were the Saxons who were chasing after them. As much as he wanted to turn around and go back to fight with them, reason told him that he had more important things to do.

Quickly ran to the place in his memory, swung the sword in his hand, and cut a rope tied to the tree. In an instant, there was a sharp sound of breaking the air in the air, countless hemp ropes bounced up in an instant, and dozens of sharpened garden trees that had been fixed to them shot into the ranks of the Saxons in an instant.

This was a trap that was originally intended to ambush the Saxons, because they were so few in number that it became an essential part of the work. But who would have thought that the place where they were hiding would be known to the Saxons, and that it would not work to lure the Saxons when the Saxons were on the lookout for them, and the traps they had made would be as if they had been abandoned. But now that the Saxons' wrath is leading their pursuit, these traps can be reactivated.

It's not that he's cold-blooded, it's just that it's the only option to get the Saxons into the trap, and he was going to run away the moment the Saxons found out, but he didn't expect to be stopped, resulting in so many deaths. It can be described as a small accident that can cause unforeseen consequences.

The huge wood shot out is incomparable, and the weight itself is amazing, and when it hits a person's body, it will immediately end up with broken tendons and fractures. Almost every one of them hit the first person, and then it hit the second, three, or even the fourth and fifth like a sugar gourd.

The screams instantly resounded throughout the dense forest, and the blood splattered everywhere turned this dense forest into a hell on earth. Flying organs and limbs can be seen everywhere, and the Saxons roar wildly, as if to vent their fears. For a moment, the whole team of the Saxons was in disarray. And the damage caused by such a log trap is as high as one or two hundred.

But before the giant wood trap was completely over, the sound of 'whooshing' was endless, back and forth, left and right, and at the same time, a series of deadly arrows flew at the same time, mercilessly inserting into a person.

In the panic, the Saxons also suffered heavy losses under the frantic stampede. They were so frightened by the surprise attack that they thought about fleeing the area almost immediately, but the fallen bodies were now a stumbling block in their running, and one person was ruthlessly trampled to the ground by those behind because of the tripping, and then there was a more serious stampede. The whole scene is like a waterwheel.

And the Saxons, who had dodged logs and arrows, also fell into the deep pit that had been set up in the way of running wildly. The moment they felt their bodies weightless, they were pierced by countless sharp branches buried under the traps.

The chief's hoarse cries were no longer effective at this point, and the usual fierce Saxons felt timid under the threat of death, enjoying the pleasure of the death of others, but at the same time fearing their own death.

Eventually, when there were no more attacks, the scene slowly quieted down. But when the leader of the Saxons saw the corpses all over the ground, he could not suppress the anger burning in his chest.

He has now lost his sanity as a leader, and he knows that if he continues to pursue rashly like this, it is very likely that he will continue to be ambushed by such a trap, but he is angry and he can't care so much at the moment, and the only thing he wants to do now is to kill those people.

Therefore, the moment the attack of the trap stopped, the leader of the Saxons looked in the direction of Adair, but what he saw was the scene of more than a dozen figures running on Adair's side.

"Chase me, I'm going to kill them today anyway. Not only that, but they will slaughter all of Bagshotri and pay tribute to their dead brothers with their blood. The Saxon leader gritted his teeth, his tone filled with hatred that wanted to crush Adair's bones.

Looking at the team of less than five hundred people gathered around him, the Saxon leader only felt the anger in his chest rise a lot, raised the sword in his hand and took the lead in chasing in the direction of Adair's escape. The Saxons behind him, covered in blood, also ran behind him with a frantic face.

Time slipped away quietly, and the night was long and short. For the Adaires, the night seemed extraordinarily long.

The sky gradually turned white, as if to indicate the beginning of the day, the end of the night. It was a hopeful moment for anyone, but it was the beginning of a nightmare for Adair.

Because the sky is whiter, and the brightness of the dense forest has also increased a lot. As a result, the people of Adair, who could have used the darkness of the night to cover themselves, were completely exposed to the enemy. This was undoubtedly the worst possible outcome for the Adairs, who were far inferior to the Saxons in numbers.

Glancing at the light that was faintly revealing not far away, and feeling the gradually rising temperature of the air around him, Adair smiled bitterly and thought, 'Is this all there is to it?' Turning around, followed closely by the Saxons, 'It seems that they will not give up if they don't kill their own group, but this is fine, at least it can buy them a little more time.' And because of their obsession with chasing us, the Saxons did not notice that something was wrong in the air. ’

Looking at the team of only five people left around him, Adair could only feel a deep tingling. Originally, there were nearly twenty people left when they escaped, but now those people died under the swords of the Saxons in order to cover themselves and others.

'Wait a minute, and when I've done my last bit, I'll go to you.' He whispered to his dead companion in his heart.

It's just that what they don't know is what kind of miracle they have created. In the face of dozens of times their own number of enemies, they not only successfully delayed the opponent until the early morning of the next day, but also caused the opponent to lose more than half of the number of people, this kind of thing is not an exaggeration. It's just that they never think about these problems, they just think about how they can do better.

They were running desperately, not to survive, not to find an opportunity to fight back, they were just trying to delay time for their companions, and waiting for the arrival of reinforcements led by their king.

It's just that people have limits, and after a night of fighting and running, they are all exhausted, and their bodies are also at their limits.

Poof

With the fall of one person, it is a precursor to the whole team being chased by the enemy.

Seeing the enemy who fell to the ground, the Saxon ran to the front, smirked and stabbed the long sword in his hand at the person on the ground. Seeing that his partner was attacked because he fell, the person next to him subconsciously helped him block it. But it was such a subconscious action, a momentary thing, but it made the already close distance, completely caught up by the Saxons, and then surrounded.

Without too many words, they have long been an undying existence. At the moment when they surrounded Adair and the others, the Saxons pounced like locusts, instantly submerging Adair's five-person team.

"I'm sorry, Wang, but I didn't complete the task you gave me. I'm sorry brothers, but I've come to see you. ”

PS: Happy Singles' Day, everyone!!, although I don't think there's anything to be happy and celebrate about this kind of holiday.

Everyone, raise the torch in your hand and go to the street to burn those heterosexuals to death!! strengthen my big FFFFFFFFFF regiment!!!