Chapter Ninety-Three: The Murderous Combination

Having made the right choice by killing two of his most skilled foes with two arrows in quick succession, Normer took a deep breath and drew another feathered arrow aimed at the third assailant who was leaping in the air.

Seeing that a company of two companions died under the young man's arrows, how dare the attacker be careless, his eyes froze, he quickly took a deep breath, condensed his fighting spirit in his chest and throat, and then pushed forward with the small and sturdy shield in his hand, his eyes were fixed on the young man, and he didn't look at the place where he landed, and he was already fully prepared for the long arrow that the hard top fired.

Stepping on a rugged and smooth stone is at most a broken foot, the problem is not very big, being shot in the soft underbelly by the teenager is basically a death, and he quickly makes the right choice between the two.

It's a pity that it's still useless, and the correct judgment alone can't change the unfavorable situation of defensive passivity, and it doesn't seem to be enough to make up for the huge gap in strength.

Normo didn't make any superfluous movements, just aimed straight at the attacker and shot feathered arrows, but this time the arrows were wrapped in a layer of faint white light, which was from the young man's fighting energy, not a large amount, but enough to break the shield.

After two extremely short consecutive shattering sounds, the enemy, dressed in green camouflage, held the tail of the feathered arrow into his chest with one hand, looked down at the few white feathers that still trembled slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched, he didn't know what he wanted to say, his face was full of disbelief.

He obviously strengthened the shield with his fighting spirit, and obviously condensed additional protective fighting qi in his chest, but the sharp arrow still pierced through the shield and the fighting qi shield in an instant like piercing a thin piece of paper, directly penetrating his chest in soft armor, and hitting the heart!

It's brutal!

The wide-eyed assailant, like his fallen companion in front of him, stiffened, "plopped" against the protruding stone, his limbs hung low, and he never moved again.

He is a soldier of full third-level strength, with excellent body skills, flexible movements, good at melee fighting, and is very confident in his own strength, counting on the power of this attack, cutting a few more heads to get a bounty, but unexpectedly, he was killed by an arrow under the fierce attack of the young man, leaving only the two water-splitting thorns that fell beside him and still flashing with cold light, telling the ambition of the owner of the weapon.

If he knew that the young man in front of him was a genuine sixth-level soldier, and his real combat power was much stronger than that of an ordinary sixth-level, I am afraid that he would regret that he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out today, and he didn't choose a good position to attack.

Poor teachers die before they get out. Sometimes no matter how good the skills and tactics are, it is difficult to ensure that they will not be crushed by the opponent's simple and crude absolute power!

As the gentleman looked at the pamphlet and quickly eliminated the three attackers, Normer quietly drew a fourth feathered arrow and aimed it at another enemy, ready for the next round of precision strikes.

Suffering from the terrible arrow aiming like a letter of death, frightened the enemy who had originally roared and jumped down, and now he had fallen to the ground, and now, seeing how ferocious the boy was, he could only bite the bullet, summon up the courage to fight and go out, and do his best to strengthen the protection of his shield and vital points, and then shouted and pounced on the boy, counting on the companions around him to give timely help.

The so-called head extension is a knife, and the head reduction is also a knife. It doesn't matter if he can do it or not, let's talk about it after fighting, anyway, if he doesn't fight, he will definitely die!

It should be said that the luck of this attacker is not too bad, the judgment and choice are also correct, the development of the situation at the beginning is indeed as he wanted, at this moment the number of attackers who fell to the ground is already quite a lot, seeing that Normer is so "brutal", he killed three companions in a short time, and they are all backbones, and the attackers near him are shouting and rushing towards the boy, and the momentum is very strong. Obviously, he hopes to rely on the siege advantage brought by the large number of people to take down the boy as soon as possible.

Otherwise, obediently stand in place and wait for the teenagers to slowly roll out the names one by one, and calmly aim and shoot one by one?

However, their wishful thinking failed.

The boy didn't look at the other enemies who were screaming and lunging towards him, he was still concentrating on aiming at the set target of the shot, and the fighting spirit wrapped a faint white light on the arrow, no matter how many helpers he rushed over, in short, he had to kill him first.

It's not just the target side who has helpers, don't forget that Normer also has it, seeing the boy shoot three strong enemies cleanly, the mercenaries near him don't need to be summoned, they all rely on their experience to surround him, and stand in front of him, ready to block the enemies swarming towards him for the boy, and besides, there are the two great evil gods of Dawn and Plitander around the boy.

Compared with Normer's longbow, Dawn's short crossbow has a shorter range, but the power is still surpassed, and the direct shot is quite terrifying, so the girl did not rush to shoot, but waited for the moment when an enemy was about to land steadily before releasing the crossbow arrow, and before the enemy fell, she quickly wound the short crossbow, set the crossbow bolt, and then aimed at the other chosen target. Seeing so many enemies trying to besiege her brother at this time, how could the girl do what they wanted?

Moving the attack in front of Normer, the girl fired a crossbow arrow that accurately sank into the chest of an enemy, ending his shouts of killing, and without looking down at the crossbow machine, Dawn had already wound up the crossbow knife again and shot the crossbow arrow, moving very quickly, so another attacker covered his face with his hands and fell to a place less than two meters away from Normer screaming.

In the same short period of ten seconds, Dawn also cleaned up the three attackers, and at this time, the bowstring on the young man's longbow was still shaking violently, and the target had a sharp arrow in his chest, and fell to the edge of the grass, wisps of red light escaped from his chest to the surroundings, that was the protective fighting spirit that he relied on deeply, and in the face of the young man's sharp arrows, he couldn't even block it.

His companions can't save him who was chosen by Normer, and he still needs to be hard to strike iron, and it is better to rely on no one than to rely on himself at all times, and his own strength is not enough to be sent to death under Normer's arrows.

Dawn is doing her best to help her brother fend off the swarming enemies, how can the old butler be idle?

One magic note after another burned, and one auxiliary spell after another was applied to the boy and Dawn in turn, first-order defense, strengthening, agility, calmness, blessing, and elastic defense...... Don't want to add money to the two of them, the unique color light of various spells when they take effect, the second time it lights up on the two of them, layer by layer on them, like the aura of a god, even in broad daylight, it is quite eye-catching.

By the time Plitander decided that enough protective and auxiliary spells had been applied to Normer and Dawn, and turned his gaze to the enemy's side, the attacker who charged at the boy began to enter the mourning session.

No matter how they cursed, all kinds of negative attribute spells were imposed on them completely regardless of their feelings, the first-order sluggishness, bluntness, dizziness, soft feet, chest tightness, numbness in the hands, blindness, poor breathing, weakness, exhaustion, and the "unlucky" that has been rare in actual combat, as if experimenting with which kind of hind leg is the most effective, the negative blow effect is the best, one after another attackers were ravaged, one person shared a spell, no one was missing, never failed, all of them were rectified by the old housekeeper to cry without tears, miserable.

For example, an attacker was lucky not to be selected by the boy, and rushed to a distance of less than two meters from Normer, obviously seeing the mercenary guarding Normer wielding a long sword and slashing at him, and he was obviously very timely to block the horizontal knife, according to previous experience, no matter the speed or strength of his horizontal sword, it was enough to block the sword that slashed at his neck, but only to see a faint red light flash, he immediately felt the right arm holding the knife numb, and a magical force appeared, firmly grabbing his arm, not letting his arm rise。

The result was very sad, he could only watch the mercenary's long sword, from his blade to slash over, the sparks brought out by the high-speed friction of the blades of the two weapons, clearly flashed in front of his eyes, in his field of vision, the blade of the long sword became bigger and bigger, and then slashed at his neck!

Damn, it hurts!

Cursing and sighing, the unlucky attacker had a sharp pain in his neck, and his vision suddenly rose a lot, and he stared condescendingly at the mercenary who slashed him with a cruel victory smile, his vision quickly blurred, and then his eyes went black, and he didn't know anything from now on!

What is called a mistake of a thousand miles, or a miss into a thousand hatreds, this head flew up and the attacker in a different place, spilling a puddle of blood as a background, with his own personal experience and final death made a perfect interpretation.

The other attacker also had a lot to say, after only three rounds of fighting, he had already gained the obvious upper hand, suppressing the mercenaries on the opposite side and retreating again and again, a false move successfully led away the opponent's sword, he sneered and stabbed a sword into the ribs of the mercenary who showed the flaws, looking forward to the opponent being pierced by his own piercing, looking forward to appreciating the blood splashed out by another victim, but he didn't expect that his body suddenly became numb, a burst of weakness for no reason, even his feet were a little weak, and his arms slowed down without warning, and there was a moment of delay, and the mercenary who was obviously in the catastrophe before had time to move a step sideways, fortunately dodged the killing move that stabbed the ribs in the waist.

The attacker who secretly cursed "unlucky" was very annoyed, and was about to regroup and kill his opponent again, but his misfortune was far from over, and the feeling of weakness doubled to all parts of his limbs, just raised one leg and was about to take a step, but the supporting leg was no longer able to maintain the normal standing of the body, the knees were weak, and the body was short, and at the same time, the entire upper body was irrepressibly tilted forward, turning into a strange posture with the head in front and the hands in the back, and drilling into the opponent's arms.

Under the strange interference, although the whole set of coherent actions was barely completed, if you look at it from the side, the assailant's posture is quite like an old hen protecting her cubs, an old hen with a long neck stretched!

Great!

In the face of the attacker who took the initiative to send his head to him, how could the mercenary who had avoided the killing move refuse to accept this great gift? I saw that he raised his arm without thinking about it, and quickly swung it downward, and slashed down the neck of the enemy with a sharp thick back single knife aimed at the enemy below who was exposed to a big gap!

With a "poof", blood splattered, and a scream began, and a large head broke away from its body and fell to the ground in an arc, and the warm blood spilled a long line of blood, all the way from the body where the attacker had fallen to the ground, and connected to the place where his head fell.

What a fierce battle picture of throwing heads and spilling blood!

In just a few breaths, the mercenary had completed a huge transition from a thrilling escape from death to a single sword to slash off the enemy's head to establish a meritorious feat, he looked at the attacker's head with straight eyes in disbelief, and then turned his head to look at the enemy's body that was still bleeding from his neck, as if he were in a dream, and it was not until he took a few breaths that he believed that all this was real and not his own imagination.

The strong smell of blood penetrated his nose and pierced the mercenary's head, making him sober up instantly. The distance was so close that when he cut off his head, the blood of the enemy splashed all over his clothes, and it was difficult to smell it.

With a single knife in his hand, the mercenary raised his head, opened his big mouth, and shouted to the sky.

This shout, like a clarion call for victory in adversity, evokes the pride in the hearts of mercenaries in countless battles, and inspires them to fight hard!