Chapter 110: Things I Neglected

So I said, well, it's a bad idea for them to rush in now

If they're outside, whether it's after we're out, they think we've escaped...... It can also have a bit of combat power. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Or did they find that we were too strong, and they scattered and fled outside...... There was a jungle outside the hut, and six of us fled in all directions, and there were only four of us, so we didn't necessarily chase after them. There's a chance they'll get away with one or two.

But now, they came in, and they were so frightened that they couldn't escape!

Hehe, from their point of view, empathy...... Originally, there were thirty-four people, but after six people died, the first batch broke through the wall and came in, the second group came in, and the third group got stuck...... All of them are dead, but there are many of us!

If I were to put myself in their shoes, I would probably think ...... Damn, you are so cruel, how can we fight?

Sou!

"Ugh!"

The twenty-seven partners who had been paddling all the time now came out...... Of course, his stroke can be interpreted as "protecting the four imps".

He pulled it away, and before retreating back to the cabin, he took the masked hooded man's bow and arrow in his hand and shot one of his opponents with one arrow...... With a distance of less than five meters, and prepared in advance, he was naturally able to seal his throat with one arrow.

"Ahh

Twenty-seven of the companions, after shooting an opponent, immediately put down their bows and arrows, picked up their long swords, and rushed at the other opponent as they roared...... It is estimated that he is in such a hurry to behave now in order to prevent the other party from saying that he is an undercover agent.

But after he shot one man, the rest of the problem was much easier.

There were six people on the other side, and after one more person died, only five people remained. And we, plus twenty-seven partners, are also five...... Just come to a five-on-five, one-on-one heads-up.

The four of us, another finger sharpening tactic, four people in an instant...... The last six people to come in, they had never seen the previous finger sharpening tactic.

The last remaining one, when he was fighting with the twenty-seven companions, was besieged by the nearest Tucao hostess, and finally wiped them out...... Of course, it is all wiped out on the surface, and the implied undercover twenty-seven partners are still undercover.

Next, it's time to clean up the battlefield...... Oh, the complaining hostess has a lot of experimental materials in the account, and in the past few months, she seems to have done not many human dissection experiments in order to maintain a good impression in the eyes of those little ghosts.

I got bored and walked out of the hut and wandered around the jungle outside the hut...... I never do the work of cleaning up the battlefield.

Of course, they won't be missing, my share of the loot...... We still have this level of trust.

Anyway, these guys who came to attack us are also weaker.

Before, every night, I watched them intrigue from a distance, and the fight was so complicated, I didn't expect the fight to be so weak...... There is no physical fitness, close to the level of Mingjin.

Eh, maybe they're so weak because they have a lot of intrigue and gladiatorial fights.

Compare the living conditions of rookie wandering knights and their bosses.

Rookie Wandering Knight: Practicing swordsmanship tens of thousands of times a day, and then thinking about the relationship between movement and body, etc., thinking, considering, and the day passed like this.

Their boss: Every day, I think about whether there is any collusion between my subordinates? What is this guy trying to test by making this proposal today? Are the guys who agree to the proposal already bought by him? Will anyone oppose my order tomorrow? Who will oppose it? What should I do if I oppose it? etc. Thinking, thinking, the day passed...... There's no time to exercise.

Therefore, in this era of hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons, most of the people who are strong in intrigue are weaker when they really fight hand-to-hand with others.

Bump, boom, boom!

I was startled by the sound not far away.

Turning his head to look...... The wooden hut where we fought before was already shrouded in a puff of smoke.

After sensing it, he frowned.

It turned out that the wooden house where we fought before was in disrepair due to disrepair, coupled with the fierce brawl before...... Eleven holes were broken in the wall, and the load-bearing pillars were knocked back and forth during the fight inside.

Eventually, the centuries-old wooden house finally collapsed.

But the problem is not in the collapsed wooden house, but in the people who happened to be inside when the wooden house collapsed...... Although I ignore the previous situation, I can still retrace the scene at that time by going back with memory.

Before, when I was walking around the jungle in a daze, they had almost cleaned the cabin...... The corpses were moved out and put aside, and useful things were collected and placed on the other side.

Then the three imps and the dog ran back to the hut.

Recalling the image I had perceived earlier, the three imps were under the load-bearing pillar, turning over a wooden plank and taking out a small package...... Presumably, this thing is the private collection of these little ghosts.

Then, the wooden house collapsed, and the three imps were smashed into a pool...... This smashing into a puddle is not a description, it is a documentary, most of the body tissues of these three imps were smashed into a cake shape of about five centimeters by the load-bearing pillar.

Anyway, I also sensed it before, the wooden house was about to fall, and those little ghosts were still in the wooden house, but I didn't pay attention...... It's like, a normal person looks at the endless flow of the road and won't notice the license plate number of each car.

I mainly didn't care about the lives or deaths of those little ghosts, so although I sensed that they would die, I ignored the past like the scenery on the side of the road...... It's only when I'm fighting that I put all the parameters of the surrounding environment into the thinking loop.

In my normal state, I only recorded the life conditions of rookie wandering knights, masked hooded men, and complaining hostesses into my subconscious thinking circuit...... The life and death of other people are all regarded as the scenery in the background, passing by in a flash.

Wait until I really notice, the death of those three imps...... It was the loud sound of the wooden house collapsing that reached my ears.

Those three little ghosts have become a puddle.

In other words, if those three little ghosts are the moment when the lower half of the body becomes a puddle, or the upper body becomes a puddle, if I want to save and am not afraid of exposing too much ability, I may still be able to save it...... Of course, I don't have much contact with them, I'm not sure they're good people, I'm too lazy to save them, and I don't expose too much ability to save them.

But the upper half of their bodies has become a puddle, and their souls have almost dissipated...... The soul is mostly stored in the brain, and if the brain is okay after death, the soul can still exist for a while. But the brain turned into a puddle, and coupled with the interference of the surrounding furious magic elements, the soul was dispersed by the rampaging magic elements in a second or two.

So even if I tried to save them now, I couldn't save them.

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