Chapter Ninety-Two: The Assault Begins

Chenxi glanced at a bald mercenary who had been poisoned to death not far away, nodded in agreement with her brother's guess, and said, "Very likely." The poison that the enemy smeared on the arrow was quite good, and the poison was very violent, and the attack was very fast, and only three or five breaths after the arrow was hit, the bald head had a dark face and a bloody breath. As far as I know, there are not many poisons on the market that are so poisonous, either the venom produced from the poison lizard of the two-dimensional mountain of Fafa, or the poisonous dragon ambergris from the Qiakong Poison Dragon Island, it must be one of the two. ”

"No matter which one it is, the price in the black market is ridiculously expensive, starting with a thousand dollars or two, only the rich and noble families can afford to use it, and today in order to deal with the Ryder family, it is quite difficult to make hundreds of poisonous arrows with such a big hand, it is obviously a bloody investment, and it is determined to win. Besides, the last two dark arrows have not had much effect, and it is likely that as my brother judged, the enemy did not have much stock to waste, and at most there was only one wave of shots, and if it was less, it was only ten or eight. ”

Following Normer's topic into a state of analysis, the girl's delicate expression became serious, and she was clear and coherent, not only judging the type of poisoned drug according to the condition of the dead mercenary's body, but also listing the source, sales channels and approximate prices one by one, the tone was affirmative, and the attribute of the scholar could not be more obvious.

"Then you have to be very careful. In case of an arrow, it's not a joke. ”

Normer said. Speaking of Erudite Qiangji, he knew that he was far from being the opponent of Dawn, since the girl judged it this way, thinking that it was likely to be an arrow made of poisonous lizards or poisonous ambergris, which means that in fact, this is the case nine times out of ten, these two kinds of poisons that seal the throat with blood, no matter which one they encounter, are enough to drink a pot, and it is better to stay far away.

Moaning, the young man gently took the longbow from his back, and quietly put a feather arrow up, and the morning sun also quietly wound the short crossbow on his arm, and placed a crossbow arrow, the black crossbow arrow is not amazing, and the lethality of the short range is even more powerful than Normer's feather arrow.

Now that ranged strikes are ineffective, it's likely to be the turn of melee Shining.

Hmph, it doesn't make sense that you can only hide above and shoot me secretly, I can't take a cold shot and return you a few crossbow arrows, right? The two calmed down, waited for the enemy to emerge from the shadows, and gave the attacker a big "surprise".

The valley was still silent, and the attackers were either discussing what to do next, or they were quietly retreating, waiting for a better time to come back to another sneak attack in a different place and time. Only looking up from their respective shelters, there was no obvious figure flickering on the mountain wall, and it was obvious that the enemy had not left from his hiding place.

The mercenaries present were all experienced, and it could be seen from the density of the rain of arrows just now that the number of enemies ambushing them here would not be small, and it was absolutely impossible for so many people to hide on it, and it was absolutely impossible for one of them to leave smoothly without making a single sound. It's possible to change to an elf who is good at working with forests, or a druid who is proficient in using the natural environment, and the Terrans are not inherently that material.

Therefore, each mercenary patiently adjusts his breathing, controls his heartbeat, and relaxes his muscles so as not to waste unnecessary physical strength, and at the same time prepares his own long-range and melee weapons, silently waiting for the moment of hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

The front and rear of the convoy were trying to restrain their emotions, as little as possible to make a sound, so as not to reveal their whereabouts and directions, only some of the overly nervous Marquis Palace guards, the heavy breathing sound was constantly undulating, if you listened carefully, you could also hear a burst of "thump" heartbeat, in addition to the lavishly decorated carriage, from time to time from the slight sobbing, which was done by the pampered young masters and young ladies in the Marquis de Ryde's Palace.

The bloody killing is indeed cruel to the flowers living in the greenhouse, a little more terrifying, and it will be difficult to adapt for a while, and I have experienced it once not long ago, and I was scared a lot, and I thought that this time I hired so many mercenaries to protect it, no one should dare to come to brush the tiger's whiskers, but the cold reality told them that the enemy lurking in the shadows would not let them go easily, as it is now, and they will not die.

After a sharp whistle appeared, hundreds of figures appeared from the mountain walls on both sides, shouting and rushing towards the convoy below.

In the end, the leader who led the sneak attack was reluctant to give up the great opportunity to annihilate the target, and after weighing it, he finally made the decision to attack.

Amid the shouts of killing, the atmosphere became even more tense.

At this moment, a long arrow rose from the back of the convoy at a near-vertical angle, whistled into the air, and exploded at the highest point, scattering into a bright red smoke.

The mercenaries were suddenly shocked, and the appearance of the signal arrow marked that Captain Kevin saw the enemy menacing, and immediately summoned his own horse hanging five miles behind, that is, the "secret hand" where Riz was to come to the rescue, as long as he persevered until the arrival of his family, he had a great chance of reversing the unfavorable situation, or even turning defeat into victory.

The mercenaries and guards hidden behind the carriages and horses poked their heads and bodies out, ready to counterattack, and those who were anxious shot at the enemy with their bows and arrows early.

Normer and Dawn quietly poked out half of their faces from behind the big black, quietly observing the enemy's situation on both sides, and seeing the general number of attackers, the direction and means of attack, before deciding on specific countermeasures.

The attackers, who screamed and slaughtered, were dressed in uniform clothing, but instead of being wrapped in black jumpsuits full of ruthless and mysterious power, as one often assumes, they were dressed in dark green and light green, which looked a little mottled effect, and even their faces were wrapped in a face towel of the same color.

In fact, this kind of dress and grooming is the correct standard dress for assassination and ambush in the forest, in order to blend in with the woods around you, if you wear a soapy costume, it is enough to be cool, but before you can make a move, you will be exposed in the sun in the morning.

As for the all-black tights, they are "night clothes", all of which are called night clothes, and they are naturally formal clothes that are worn at night when they are doing bad things.

As the saying goes, "the devil is in the details", and it is obviously the professionals who come.

A little observation of Normer reveals that not all of the attackers jumped off the mountain wall, but each cast its own spell, which was roughly divided into several categories:

Some of them are like dragonflies dotting water, flexibly using the stones protruding from the mountain wall, jumping and falling to the ground;

Some use the smooth mountain wall to slide directly from the hiding place to the ground, as if they were sliding on a slide;

More often than not, they hold the fixed rope in their hands, or rely on the flying claws in their hands, like apes playing on a swing, jumping downward, and deliberately making all kinds of strange screams in their mouths to deter everyone in the convoy;

And there are only a dozen or so people who really jump down without looking at it.

From the way the attackers chose to whereabout, and whether they shouted during the period, you can roughly judge their strength and the type they belong to.

"Shoot the jumping stones first. The boy said.

"Good. Dawn replied simply.

For this kind of "practitioners" who carry out half-way robbery and killing tasks, the status of their respective organizations is often directly linked to their own strength, and the stronger the strength, the higher the status, and there are rarely obvious deviations, even if there really are, it is only a very rare phenomenon and does not affect the overall situation.

Those who need to rely on external objects such as ropes or flying claws are usually relatively ordinary in strength and skill, that is, the grassroots part of the attacker's team, and only they need to use various means, including whistling, to exert mental pressure on the opponent, and the master disdains it;

Those who dare to jump down directly in one fell swoop should be a strong master, belonging to the core or backbone of their team, the height of more than ten or twenty zhang is not a joke, and jumping from such a high place due to lack of strength is purely suicide, it is estimated that no attacker is so boring, and he has traveled thousands of miles to this precipitous valley to joke with his life, right?

The teenager chooses the target of the key attack, and the strength is exactly the one in between the above, which is more than the upper and the lower, but it is the most indispensable backbone of an organizational group, responsible for leading the grassroots fighters to carry out the specific tasks assigned by the core leadership, if most of them can be shot at the beginning of the battle, it will give the attacker a great blow, so that they fall into the chaos of their own affairs.

Calmly judging the enemy's "soft underbelly" is equivalent to finding the key point to defuse the enemy's offensive as soon as possible, and even finally defeat the enemy.

Calmly analyze the situation, accurately judge weaknesses, and quickly decide on a plan. In other words, the boy already has the excellent qualities required of a commander.

Dawn's refreshing response also proved that she fully agreed with her brother's judgment and decision-making after silently and carefully observing from the other side.

Releasing the bowstring, an assailant who had just jumped from a boulder and was still in the air screamed loudly, letting go of the short soldier he was holding in both hands. The feathered arrow shot by Normer had sunk deep into his chest, bringing out a cluster of bright and dazzling blood flowers, and at the same time, it also took his life, and the attacker's uncontrollable body "plopped" and slammed into the ground, smashing the ground slightly and raising a puff of dust, and the person quickly lost his life.

The boy took the feather arrow again, aimed at another enemy who was about to fall on the stone, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the feather arrow hit the target's throat.

Rushing out from behind the hidden trees, it means that he will be exposed to the blow of the bow and crossbow, the attacker knew that he would be sniped in the air, and he was fully prepared for defense, and his body lit up with a slight blue light, and he had already released his fighting spirit to protect his chest and throat, but Normer's choice of the timing of the attack was too good, and the arrow was shot extremely accurately, making full use of the natural habit of people who would subconsciously look down before landing, and at the moment when the enemy's eyes looked at the landing stone, the young man's feather arrow shot to the side of the enemy's throat, and there was no place for the fighting spirit to strengthen the defense, and the sharp feather arrow with sufficient strength immediately pierced the enemy's weak parts, a bloody arrow pierced out from the other side of the throat.

The throat was pierced more deadly than the arrow in the chest, and the hapless attacker's hands clung to the wound, still unable to stop the massive gushing of blood, and the cruel fact that the air could not be inhaled into the chest and lungs, his eyes were black, and his whole body convulsed and hit the stone where he had originally chosen to land, bounced up slightly, spun, and planted towards the ground.

There was another burst of dust, and it was clear that he had followed in the footsteps of his companions and was finished.