"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

The bolts pierced the air, sending a sharp crack through the air, sending a splash of blood through the exile camp.

Caesar hid behind a pile of dry wood, and a crossbow arrow flew past the place where he had just dodged, hitting the stone wall in front of him, bursting out several sparks, and the arrow bounced back and fell weakly to the ground.

"Shit, these crumbs. Caesar's fist slammed into the middle of the camp, and in the middle of the camp not far away, the cries of women and children, the roars of rage, the hideous laughter, and the clashing of fine iron, the grinding of blades against flesh and bones, mingled to make Caesar's blood run wild.

Brooks's oppression of these civilians who have no power to resist is better day by day, and on this day, the wood cut back from the woods outside, and the wood used for heating was actually moved to the constant temperature cave where he lived by Brooks's order, and a young man who had been holding back the anger in his heart before finally couldn't help but explode, of course, the result of his resistance was that he was nailed to the ground with crossbow arrows by Brooks's subordinates.

However, just when everyone thought that this was the end of the matter and that the young man's body was about to be thrown into the sea, Brooks actually gave the order to slaughter all the other exiles.

The clown, who had been hiding his true thoughts before, finally showed his fierce fangs, and more than a dozen of his companions were killed by crossbow arrows in an instant.

It takes time to reload the bolts, and Caesar takes advantage of this opportunity to hide behind the hay chops in the camp, but the old men and women, who are slower to react, or have little room for resistance, become the targets of Brooks' men.

Caesar's eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire, he had long known that these exiles led by Brooks had no concept of companionship in their hearts for a long time, and they were only willing to be Brooks's licking dogs, obey his orders, and not hesitate to kill even their former companions.

The footsteps were getting closer, it was the sound of thick leather boots on the ground, and the rest of the exiles were almost barefoot, and the owner of this footstep must have been Brooks's subordinate.

"Even death can't make you feel better!" Caesar gritted his teeth, at this time, he couldn't feel the cold anymore, Caesar's blood seemed to be boiling, and he quietly picked up the arrow that fell on the ground and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and then finally appeared in front of Caesar, it was a bald head in a beast skin coat, Caesar had seen this man, he was still an exile who had just taken refuge under Brooks, and anyone who did this had to kill a former companion to make a vote, Caesar remembered very well that a girl in her twenties was killed by this bastard.

At this moment, Caesar was attacked, and as soon as he shook his hand, the arrow in his hand shot out, and the bald exile was shot in the throat, and his hands were tightly clutched to his throat, and his eyes rolled white, and he was killed instantly. Before the bald man could react, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at his companion in surprise, not understanding why he was clutching his throat until blood seeped out from between his fingers.

"There's someone here!"

Someone inside Brooks' men screamed and hurriedly turned around.

Caesar rushed forward with a strong stride, picked up the weapon from the body of the bald exile just now, it was an ordinary scimitar, the blade was like lightning, and instantly took the lives of the first two enemies, including a guy who had just slaughtered Caesar's companion today, his body was lifted up by Caesar, and his body rose with orange fighting energy, and with a strong throw, he threw it into the dense line in the distance, knocking down six or seven people. Those Brooks' men were caught off guard, and they all looked very embarrassed, unable to form an effective counterattack for a while.

In terms of strength, Caesar is one of the strongest beings in this exile camp, even in the tribe before the exile, Caesar is the most trusted warrior by the old leader.

"Kill him!"

Moments later, Brooks' men realized that Caesar was the only enemy, and their morale skyrocketed, and they all roared. Without the command of their superiors, they rushed forward without fear of death.

"Click!"

One of the exiles beside Caesar instinctively raised his scimitar, but Caesar elbowed him and knocked him to the ground, and he immediately grabbed his throat and just blocked in front of him. This exile was also brave, and stuck a knife in his back, trying to insert Caesar into his heart, but where would Caesar give him this opportunity, as soon as his fingers were forced, he crushed his throat, and the knife naturally stopped halfway through.

Poof! poof!

The sound of the crossbow continued, and the exile was stuck with five arrows in a row, and he died no more.

Using the corpse of this Huaixi Army soldier as a shield, Caesar continued to rush inside.

Caesar knew very well that he had to kill Brooks to get the exiles to give up their resistance, and although the possibility of such a thing was almost zero, Caesar still had to fight for it.

The exiles around him swarmed up, and all the swords beckoned to Caesar.

More people bully less is a favorite strategy of Brooks' men.

Caesar grabbed one of the corpse's legs, blocked him from his weapon, and spun around so hard that he heard only the sound of crackling, and the exiles in front of him were all staggered by the corpse, and the blood on the corpse continued to fan out, making the other exiles who rushed up to the embarrassment.

This is the result of the full burst of the knights with vindictive spirit, although these exiles without vindictive spirit have weapons in their hands and have an absolute advantage in numbers, but they are actually suppressed by Caesar alone.

However, Caesar also knew that if he consumed his fighting energy regardless of consumption, his body would definitely be unbearable in the end.

The exiles in the back were ruthless, regardless of their own companions, and slashed down and chopped the corpse to pieces.

All along, it was they who slaughtered these unarmed guys at will, and now they were beaten like this by the other party alone, they no longer had any tactics in their heads, they just wanted to chop Caesar to pieces.

The scimitar slashed through the middle of the corpse, less than an inch from Caesar's chest.

Kaisa poked the two corpses forward, and the two Huaixi soldiers couldn't dodge and were knocked down.

"Cut him off!"

In the midst of the crowd, one of the exiles yelled loudly.

Five or six exiles armed with fives immediately outflanked Caesar's rear.

Caesar didn't care about his back at all, suddenly grabbed another exile, snapped his neck with one hand, threw the corpse into the crowd, and after slamming into the enemy's ranks, he stepped forward, stepped on a wooden spear, jumped down the spear to the opponent's shoulder, and then did a front flip, landing soundly. Before he could stand on his feet, a knife swept horizontally behind him, and suddenly three exiles fell to the ground screaming, and there was a deep blood mark on their backs.

The other exiles hurriedly turned to chase Caesar, but before the companions could turn around, they crowded into a crowd of each other, and several weapons stabbed their companions, and they screamed repeatedly. Those who were stabbed by weapons did not care about the accidental injuries of their companions, they only knew that they had been injured by someone, and immediately raised their weapons and stabbed them forward, returning blood for blood. The exile, who had no intention of hurting his companion, was furious, and the scimitar that pierced his companion was twisted fiercely, killing the other party simply, and the other party naturally did not dare to show weakness, and in the end, the two of them often died together.

After being imprisoned on this island for so long, these exiles can be said to be a bit psychologically perverted, and the only way they can vent these twisted anger in their hearts is to use this equally perverted torture method, whether it really kills Caesar or stabs his companion to death, it doesn't matter anymore.

So at this time, no one stopped it, and they also understood that they couldn't stop it at all, or rather, Brooks's original purpose was to make these exiles reduce their numbers by killing.

Taking advantage of their confusion, Caesar swung his knife and rushed directly towards the most crowded place, and in an instant, two more people were cut to the ground by Caesar. His movements were too fast, and his pace seemed to be undisciplined, so that the outnumbered exiles could not be used. The people in front were so frightened by him that they didn't dare to meet them head-on, and the fresh forces that rushed up from behind were blocked by their companions in front of them, and they couldn't get close to Caesar for a short time.

Caesar's activity also inspired the fighting spirit of some people, and the sudden riot gave these ordinary exiles who had no weapons in their hands a chance to obtain weapons, that is, to kill the enemy and seize the opponent's weapons.

No one cares that they were each other's companions before, either you die or I die, and in order to survive, these exiles who had no intention of resisting erupted with amazing strength.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

At this moment, a strange shout suddenly came from outside the camp, and the gate of the camp, which had been tightly closed, was suddenly blown to pieces, and the remnants of wood flew everywhere.

"Who? Is anyone outside?"

Some knights, whose bodies shimmered with fighting spirit, jumped directly from the beach outside the camp.

"It's those adventurers!" Caesar's eyes lit up, and his body, which was already a little tired, burst out with new strength again.

It's Mr. Ron who has come to their rescue!

At this time, some of the exile leaders under Brooks' command kept shouting at the soldiers in front of them to get out of the way so that the main army behind them could come up. However, the exiles in front finally calmed down and organized forces to continue the siege of Caesar, but Caesar repeated his trick, stepping on one of the opponent's spears, volleying over the heads of the opponents, landing on the outside of the encirclement, and he stabbed two more people to death in an instant.

The crowded exiles were unable to turn around, and had to watch as their companions were attacked by Caesar, and the main force that came from behind was blocked by their own companions. There were also some archers with crossbow arrows in high places, who threw rat traps and did not dare to release arrows at all, giving Caesar the opportunity to cross and close in vain. Caesar's line of attack was very irregular, always going to crowded places, not to kill people, but to cause chaos, and as a result, the exiles often had to change direction, and inevitably their own people collided with their own people. So repeatedly, the formation that had no rules seemed even more chaotic, the people behind couldn't crowd up, but the people in front were exhausted.

Jack and they were also stunned, they didn't expect to encounter a riot in the exile camp since then, but Jack quickly calmed down, the main purpose of their visit this time was to kill the culprits led by Brooks, but those who were unarmed and were exiled here because of their joint sitting, Jack They were going to let go, seeing that these exiles actually killed their compatriots, Jack and the others determined their attack target in an instant.

One Caesar has made these exiles chaotic, and now they have joined a new force, not to mention, Jack and his party are not comparable to Caesar, whether it is the strength of the fighting spirit or the sword skills, they are far above Caesar.

Jack and the white wolf's bodies shone with a breathtaking green light, and those exiles were already confused in their hearts when they saw the green fighting spirit, and the weapons in their hands even forgot to wield it, and they were pierced through their throats by a flash of fighting energy, and Jack and the white wolf instantly rushed into the crowd of exiles, just like cutting wheat, as long as the blade of the sword went, the exiles suddenly fell a large piece.

This is also thanks to Ron's words that Sivir conveyed to them, and Ron explained the details that Brooks' men are wearing winter coats to protect against the cold, so Jack and White Wolf don't have to worry about accidental injuries.

Originally, they were still slaughtering these non-Brooks executioners, and when they encountered the truly powerful knights, many of them peed their pants in fright, and the liquid of unknown color flowed down the trouser tube between their legs to the ground. Soon, a large area was cleared of the center of the camp by Jack, Sephira, and the White Wolf.

"Don't move, put down your weapons!I'm Sivir, the chief knight of King Bosriga!If you don't want to die, put down your weapons and crouch on the ground with your head in your hands!" Sivir's vindictive spirit poured into his voice, and he let out a loud cheer, and at the same time, the badge that Luna had given her to symbolize the status of the chief knight appeared on his hand.

A group of exiles instantly laid down their weapons and obediently did as Sivir had instructed.

Only a small number of people, in front of the door of the cave, were tightly surrounded by an exile, and their eyes were terrified, but they did not lay down their weapons, but aimed their crossbow arrows at Sivir.

"You're Brooks, aren't you?" asked Sivir in a cold voice, staring at the middle-aged man surrounded by a group of exiles. I want to chat with more like-minded people about Shadow of Exile,;" , talk about life, find a confidant~

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