Chapter 113: Blood for Blood

Cheers erupted from the attacker's ranks in an instant, and the leader's majestic sword easily broke through the opponent's line that had been unable to attack for a long time, bringing great encouragement and courage to them who were in a hurry to flee.

How can I say that? There is hope!

"The boss is invincible!"

"Your Excellency is mighty!"

As if taking a dose of the expensive "Powerful San", the attackers chanted slogans one after another, and the power of the swords wielded in their hands suddenly increased, exerting tremendous pressure on the mercenaries who came to intercept them.

This is the role of high-level strong men on the battlefield, often in the stalemate stage to open the situation, that is, the strong men whose combat power far exceeds that of ordinary enemies, relying on them to take the lead and break through the enemy's defense line, can not only cut a gap in essence, but also increase the confidence and combat power of their own soldiers from the morale, and turn the tide of the battle with their own strength.

The more oppressed the side, the more hope it needs, even if it is slim.

The cold light flashed from Aaron's eyes, he was unmoved, still aiming at the target steadily, his fingers loosened, a white light flew straight traces, and another scream sounded, and then an attacker fell, and a long arrow shot into his mouth as he howled, interrupting his frantic shouting at the same time, directly through his throat, and then nailed into the chest of another attacker behind him!

In other words, the scream was not emitted by the attacker who fell to the ground and died, but from his battered companion behind him.

Two birds with one stone, one dead and one seriously injured!

There was no panic, no shouting and scolding, in the face of the sword of the leader of Moraby's demonstration, he directly returned the color with an arrow, a tooth for a tooth, and a blood for blood, which was the tough response from Aaron, the deputy head of the mercenary group.

The two bodies, one in front of one and one in the back, fell to the ground one after another, and the surrounding attackers all turned pale and their mouths were dry and bitter.

The sharp arrow blessed by the fighting spirit is simply a symbol of the evil ghost's urging for life, as long as it is targeted, the first- and second-level soldiers will not be able to resist it at all, and the poor fighting spirit shield outside the body is not much different from nothing.

So far, it is the first time that Aaron has brought a fighting spirit to the long arrow, looked at the attacker's team coldly, and pulled out another long arrow with a blank face, his eyes were fixed, and the death messenger with white light once again descended on the unlucky head of the chosen one.

Shoot your sister's shot!

The mercenary powerhouse's successive moves made Moraby's eyes red, he simply jumped into the air, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, a sword with a golden fighting spirit shot out of the air, condescendingly meeting the arrows shot by Aaron.

The sharp white mang, like a substantial sword blade, accurately blocked the feather arrows in flight, and with a crisp "click", the terrifying arrows filled with white light were split and fell into the dust.

The attackers under the shadow of sharp arrows all breathed a sigh of relief, especially the target locked by Aaron, who instantly felt that he was really the luckiest person on the battlefield today, and was favored by the goddess of luck.

It's too late for the boss to make a move.

The death pressure brought to them by the deputy head of the mercenary group archer is too great, and they are going to fight to the death with the fierce mercenaries in front of them, and there is such a terrible archer hidden in secret.

If you are distracted, it is easy to be stabbed to death by a mercenary in the fierce battle, if you are not distracted, who knows when a long arrow will pierce your vital point, and the left and right are dead, how can it not make people tremble and be frightened, and less than fifty percent of the ten costs remain.

With the leader of Morabi blocking this deadly cold arrow for everyone, he can deal with the enemy in front of him without distraction.

Moraby, who had successfully shot down the feathered arrow, had just stepped back on the ground with his feet at the moment, his face was gloomy, and there was no trace of smugness.

A cadre can fight with confidence, but as the leader, he is quite depressed.

Let him fly up and down like a big bird, swoop halfway to intercept the cold arrow shot by Aaron, waste precious fighting spirit is still second, the image is a little embarrassed and endured, the key is too passive, how easy it is for people to shoot arrows, as long as the fighting spirit that can be blessed in the body is enough, the arm strength is strong enough, and when shooting, you only need to gently adjust the aiming angle, and immediately refer to that and that, chic and free.

Unless he shoots all the feather arrows he carries, the threat of death will always be looming over the heads of the attackers who break through, and then look at the belts on both sides of Aaron's waist, there are dozens of feather arrows in them, which is enough for Aaron to kill most of the enemies.

Moraby knew that since he had to leap into the air in time to intercept it, he would always miss or be too late to intercept as long as the shooter fired his arrows a little faster.

As if to confirm his foresight, Aaron fully understood and understood what the leader of Morabi was facing, he first shot a long arrow at an enemy at the end on the left, and when Morabi jumped into the air, he quickly shot another arrow towards the middle slightly to the side, and the two feathered arrows shot at different targets, just to make you lose the idea of one or the other.

What is called more terrible to come clearly, isn't this just in front of you?

The whistling sound caused by the high-speed rotation and flight of the feather arrows was like the sneer deliberately suppressed by the deputy head of the mercenary, which would not make a loud noise, but would allow the person who wanted him to listen to it to hear it and openly slap him in the face.

Moraby, who was in the air, was furious, this was obviously using him as a monkey!

After a short scream, a white ray shot out from the tip of the sword, intercepting the long-range attack from the deputy head of the mercenary group, and then before the figure fell, Morabi shook his wrist again and aimed at the second long arrow aimed at his subordinates.

The first white mang unsurprisingly blocked the first long arrow.

However, the second long arrow was much more troublesome, and the flashing white arrow was like a symbol of urgency, and it went straight to the door of a strong assailant in the front row, and it was almost there.

The attacker who was chosen by Aaron had the strength of a third-level soldier and fought bravely, and was one of the few attackers who was good at frontal hand-to-hand combat, so it was not surprising that he became a member of the "wedge", and followed Naby all the way to the mercenary line.

This person really did not disappoint the leader, so far in the fierce battle, he has cut down two mercenaries of similar strength, the originally empty hand, holding a simple appearance but quite strong shield, it was taken from the mercenaries who were slashed by him, the price paid is that the consumption of a body of fighting energy has been almost exhausted, and there are several injuries on the body, and the blood is oozing from the wound with his violent fighting movements.

As soon as that terrifying white light appeared in front of him, he was horrified, knowing that unless the leader rescued him, it would be difficult for him to survive, but the trapped beast was still fighting, how could he be restrained and killed?

Roaring frantically, as if to cheer himself up, and as if he could stop the deadly arrow by shouting so loudly, the attacker who had nowhere to hide tried his best to raise the snatched shield and meet the arrows coming in the air, and at the same time put the remaining fighting spirit out of the face door, and the big axe held in the other hand slashed towards the incoming arrow, as for whether it can be cut, or whether it can block the arrow, then leave it to fate, anyway, it has done its best.

How could the long arrows shot by Aaron be stopped by a third-level soldier who was about to run out of strength?

As soon as the attacker's axe was swung, before it arrived, the arrows blessed by white light had already shot in front of the attacker's shield, and the speed difference between the two was not a little or a half, but a crossing the gap between life and death.

The cold star condensed by white light reflected the attacker's eyes, illuminating his face pale.

Just when the target was desperate and the soul was in danger, a sword that turned into a golden fighting spirit hurried slowly, and finally arrived with difficulty, and intercepted the long arrow at the last moment when the arrow was about to hit the shield!

At a high speed that ordinary people can barely grasp with the naked eye, a white light and a white light collided together, and under the head-on collision of two golden fighting qi with the same attributes and similar strength, they canceled each other out of the momentum of advancement, bursting out with powerful energy, and even the arrow itself with fighting energy, forming a small storm that exploded!

After getting the load of strength and speed, the high-quality Dou Qi was excessively reversed, which finally led to an explosion, and the high-density gold energy derived a storm far beyond its own level and total amount!

The storm swept in all directions, unstoppable.

A high-pitched and poignant cry suddenly sounded, sharp and piercing, causing goosebumps on many people on both sides of the fight.

Pity the attacker who faced the storm at close range, became a victim of the battle between the two masters, although the sword that arrived at the last moment of the Morabi leader saved his life and allowed him to avoid the fate of the arrow hitting the center of the eyebrows and dying directly, but the power contained in the center of the storm was too strong, and the extended blow that erupted afterwards could not be dodged, and the impact towards his side was all eaten by him.

When the storm came, it first shattered the shield he hastily raised, turning the entire solid wood shield wrapped in iron into many tiny pieces, and then wrenched his shield-raising arm in one fell swoop, and under the raging power, the entire forearm arm bone was broken into several pieces, followed by the remains of the shield that were wrapped tightly into small fragments, and sprayed out at high speed, breaking through the attacker's weakened fighting spirit strengthened in the head, and stabbed him in the face!

Countless pieces of wood and iron shards were inlaid all over the head and face, reaching deep into the skull, and the pain can be imagined.

The attacker threw away his axe and immediately fell to the ground and rolled on the ground, and before his companion could pull him, the mercenary standing near the left was already quick-eyed, raised his spear and stabbed him in the heart.

But it was in time to help the target get rid of the biting pain of his head and face.

On the battlefield, life and death are separated in a moment, and how can others be allowed to help calmly?

The struggling figure gradually stopped writhing, and everyone around them looked frightened, and each took two steps back.

Fortunately, the scale of the storm that broke out after the condensation was not large, and the power was almost borne by the deceased alone, and the companions and mercenaries near him only scratched some of the epidermis, and looked very embarrassed with a dirty face, but the actual injury was not serious, if the energy of the gold system fighting qi was sufficient, it would have to affect the pond fish on a large scale, and a whole large area would fall indiscriminately.

Alun sneered secretly, breathed in and out, his slightly smug mood had returned to calm, he touched it in the belt, and he quickly pulled out an arrow, shooting towards the far end of the battle formation where Moraby was, the white light just flew up in the air, the left hand holding the bow had already turned to the other side, and the feather arrow blessed by the fighting spirit appeared on his bow again!

It's a repeat of the old trick!

Despicable, shameless, and inferior kings......

Moraby's heart ached, and he silently cursed the enemy with all the words he knew in his life, and the full force of Fang Cai only made his subordinates die a few seconds late, and the damn archer came a few more times, even if his fighting spirit could withstand the consumption, I am afraid that the subordinates who had suffered heavy losses again and again would not be able to withstand the pressure, and the rout was in sight.

Whether you can take them to create miracles depends on whether you can open the situation as soon as possible.

The two feathered arrows shot forward, and the white light drawn out was like two sides, forming a large obtuse angle in the middle, as if giving the enemy leader a jump command, and Alun calmly watched as Morabi had to jump from the crowd again, and the plot moved towards his own vision.

Full of drama and irony.

What about playing with you?