Crete withdrew his sword, breathing heavily, but his hand was steady. A large amount of blood gushed from the wound on Luke's chest, adding to the foul smell in the air. The Assassin muttered something in a low voice, not knowing whether he was repenting or cursing, but eventually died silently after a few convulsions.

"Well killed!"

"Well done, Crete, you have avenged your father!" the crowd of onlookers shouted.

Xiao Chen patted Crete on the shoulder and said, "Your father not only saved me, but also saved many people around us, if this assassin kills people as indiscriminately as the other, many people will die at his hands." Although he doesn't know martial arts, he can pounce and fight with masters, and he is a real warrior. You must know in your heart why he did it, and don't let him down. ”

Crete fell to his knees, "My lord, please let me learn from you, I will fight those slave traders to the end." ”

"Why, haven't you already taken revenge?" Xiao Chen helped him up and asked deliberately.

"No!" Crete's slender and thin voice made his voice penetrating, "These killers are just tools of real executioners." Those slave traders never wanted to let us go, they always wanted us to go back to that most painful life, and sold us to all kinds of terrible places. You saved us, that's why they want to assassinate you! Although I don't have much strength, I'm willing to fight them to the death!"

Xiao Chen nodded secretly, although this kid was not very old and had no education, but he quickly grasped the center of the problem, he saw that the people around him had already thought of the same hatred and hatred, and was nodded again and again by the words of Crete, so he took the hot railway and said: "Everyone, this assassin has told us that there are two slave hunters who have blocked us in front and back! You have all dealt with the slave hunters, you know what kind of people they are!" Even if today's assassination fails, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, they will still use other methods to attack us. In the end, I will do everything I can to get you back to that camp. Are you willing to go back and be slaves? Are you still willing to rot in those stinking cells? Are you still willing to fight every day for food that pigs and dogs don't eat?"

"No! never!"

"Kill them all!"

"Revenge, revenge!" roared the people around him.

"As a friend, I will never allow anyone to ruin your life again! As a magician, I will never allow anyone to trample on my dignity like this! Therefore, I am ready to teach those slave traders a lesson!

"Teach them a lesson!"

"Kill the lackeys!" the people shouted.

"Lao Chen, we need a battle plan now. Xiao Chen said to Chen Hansheng.

Chen Hansheng glanced at the soldiers who had already been put in place because of the riot in the camp and said, "Speed is the best plan. ”

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Edgar and his lieutenant Federo leaned against two adjacent trees and smoked cigarettes, which were the color of the Free City-States of the South and had a spicy taste. Federo was clearly still a little uncomfortable, and after a few sips, he coughed a few times.

"Are you a man or not? You choke when you smoke and get drunk when you drink, it's really useless. Ed, who looked a little old with gray temples, took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"It's just that I can't get used to it. Whether it's a man or not has to be decided by a woman, in this regard, you really can't compare to me. Federo looked in his early thirties and was quite handsome, and he took the cigarette in his hand and said with pride: "From the desert beast girl of the North Island to the sea demon of the island in the south, there is no woman I have not tasted." ”

Edgar scoffed, "Hungry dogs." When you catch the slaves tomorrow, take care of your dick, and the gang below, keep an eye on me. The boss said, each virgin plus two gold coins, if you spoil a woman, you are spoiling my gold coins. ”

"Fifty. Federo gave a slap in the face.

"Fart, it's not worth a hundred gold coins to sell you idiots. Edgar threw the cigarette butt at Federo's face. This one was mixed with fighting spirit, and it actually made a whistling sound, like a bullet.

Federo flickered quietly, the cigarette butt nailed to the tree next to his ear, he gave a thumbs up, pointed to the camp below the hillside behind him, and complained: "Old fellow, who will die for us if we don't give those boys a good drink." ”

Edgar's expression became serious: "This time is different from the past. The boss's loss is too great, and if we can't do this, the family's business may collapse. ”

"Is it that serious?" Federo also put away his playful expression, "We are better than a family that has been slaughtered clean by the slaves." ”

"Do you think that we can easily take the share vacated by the slave market? The lord around us doesn't want to take advantage of the opportunity? I'm afraid that in a few days someone will bring new slaves over. That's why the boss hurriedly asked us to get back the slaves, and now everyone is empty-handed, and whoever has more slaves in their hands and whose slaves come early will have confidence. ”

"Well, I'll remind them to be vigilant tomorrow. But in this case, we can take the opportunity to raise the price with the boss. Federo threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped on it.

"Let's catch people first, but we have only brought more than 100 people, and thousands of slaves are not easy to deal with. Edgar leaned away from the trunk and jumped down the hill.

Federo was about to follow, but suddenly heard a few noises, a mid-level warrior like him, his five senses were very sharp, and he could almost tell that the source of the sound was two hundred meters away.

As soon as he wanted to look back, he felt like he had been hit by a heavy punch on his shoulder, and an unknown object that was speeding towards him broke through the defense of the leather armor and entered his body.

He felt his skin punctured, his muscles pierced, and even his bones bruised by the thing.

Federo endured severe pain, propped up on a tree, he knew that he was not lightly injured, he drew the long sword at his waist and prepared to find his opponent to counterattack, when the thudming sound came again, and those strange hidden weapons all hit him in the chest. This time, because he was prepared, he raised his qi and vindictive strength to defend, so the damage to his skin and flesh was much smaller. But the pain was still unbearable.

I'm going to skin him. Fidro knew that he could not please himself in the dark forest, so he quickly ducked down and fled behind the tree, and as he fled, he shouted: "There is an enemy attack! Edgar, come and help me!"

However, there was no response from Edgar.

He fled behind the tree, and before he could catch his breath, he saw a sword light slash down his head. He tried his best to resist with his sword, but because he was wounded, he couldn't use all his strength, and the sword was picked up and flew away.

He no longer cared about the battle, and rushed towards a steep slope on the side of the mountain. The sword light returned, passing under his jaw.

The world is spinning.

He saw his headless body, and he saw a tall, well-toned woman.

His last thought was that it was worth dying under the sword of such a beautiful woman......

Edgar did not respond to Federo's cries for help because he himself was not far from death.

At this time, he had three large wounds on his lower abdomen, ribs and thighs, and even if he drove his fighting spirit, he could not stop the blood. His face was pale, and he had to use his sword to keep his body from falling.

And in front of him are the fierce Roger, the adjutant Jacob, and the young warrior Hart. Jacob and Hart were also bleeding, and their right arms were each cut half an inch deep, and they had to switch to their left swords.

Against a warrior like Edgar, even in the end, he can't be careless, who knows if he has a desperate trick?

"Hmph, a slave is a slave, and he will only use the method of sneak attack. Edgar spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at Roger with hungry wolf-like eyes, "Hey, tell me, how did you come up with the idea of ambushing the two of us first?"

"One of us happened to recognize you, Edgar 'Blood Eagle', the number one master of the Bart family. Roger replied.

"I didn't expect me to be so famous. Edgar smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Bah, that's because you've done too much bad things!" said Hart, clutching his right arm, indignantly.

"Hey, boy, if it's a face-to-face fight, I can kill you in five moves. Only he is my opponent. Edgar gestured to Roger.

"Damn it!" said Hart was about to go up with his sword to finish him off. But he was stopped by Roger, "Be careful of deception!"

"Coward! I didn't expect to die at the hands of a coward in the end. Edgar snorted a little breathlessly, "I guess my camp is about to end?"

"Didn't you hear? It's over, your people can't stop the surprise attack of four hundred warriors in their sleep. Roger said.

"What? What are you talking about? I can't hear clearly. Edgar tilted his ears sideways and stumbled two steps forward, as if trying to hear the other man.

Roger suddenly sensed that the opponent's momentum increased sharply in the scattered steps, and hurriedly flew up with two feet to kick Jacob and Hart away, while he used his fighting spirit to protect his whole body and slashed forward fiercely.

I saw that before the sword reached Edgar's body, he himself exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and countless blood waters swept towards Roger with a sharp spear-like cyclone.

Roger did his best to turn the Thundermark Sword in his hand into a disc, allowing the swirl of electric light to disperse the blood, which barely managed to block Edgar's dying blow. By the time the cyclones had died away, Roger's face and hands were covered with fine wounds, and behind him, a small patch of grass and woods had disappeared, leaving only scratched land.

"Oh my God. This guy is so powerful?!" Hart said as he got up from the grass in the distance.

Roger breathed for a while before speaking, "Fortunately, Lord Xiao and Lord Chen decided to raid these people, otherwise how to let them go to the shadows, then this is our end." ”

Jacob and Hart followed his gaze down the hill.

The sounds of fighting and screaming, accompanied by blood-colored firelight, resounded from all around the camp of the slave hunters, like purgatory.