Chapter 40: Ivan the Terror

Someone once joked that after cultivating to the realm of a middle-level soldier, having a fighting spirit to cover the whole body is equivalent to an extra life in battle, which may be exaggerated, but it undoubtedly shows from another side that the importance and practicality of the whole body armor is formed by the release of fighting energy.

It is precisely this double disparity in quality and quantity that makes Ivan Stipild firmly suppress Zyuganov and other ambitious subordinates, forcing them to obediently obey orders and be their own thugs with peace of mind.

Back to the captain of the arrow team who was almost baked, at this moment, he of the fourth-level soldier has come to the moment of death, compared to the surface of the body that exudes a pungent mushy smell, in fact, the injuries in his body are much more serious, the power of thunder and lightning is extremely powerful, as early as in the house, his internal organs were all injured together, all of them were smashed into pieces, and the massive bleeding caused by serious internal injuries was flowing towards the void in his body, and he was not out of breath at the moment, relying on the willpower of the fourth-level soldiers, and the strong physique was struggling to support.

As soon as he saw his master coming, he exerted all his strength, grabbed Ivan Stipild's wrist and held it tightly, and at the same time stared at Ivan Stipild desperately, watching Ivan Stipild spit out words vigorously, word by word: "No...... Four", barely finished these three words, the corners of his mouth began to twitch, let him try in every possible way, and the second half of the words could no longer be spoken.

Seeing that his always loyal subordinates were so miserable, but he couldn't even say a word clearly, Ivan Stipild couldn't help frowning, a wave of disgust for no reason, and the dusty environment after the magic defense was activated, further aggravated this feeling.

What not?

Didn't I want to say nonsense such as "It's not that I'm incompetent, it's that the enemy is too cunning?" The voices of his subordinates were almost inaudible, and Grand Commander Ivan actually only heard the two words "no" in front clearly, and the word "four" in the back was like a moan, completely unrecognizable.

In the final analysis, so many people rushed up and failed to take down the enemy in one fell swoop, so that the noble self had to personally enter the danger to fight, and the commander of the city guard habitually buttoned the hat of "incompetence" to his subordinates, which is also one of the most common bad mentality and actions of the superior.

He held back the dissatisfaction in his heart and asked sharply, "What did you say?" ”

Dark red blood spilled from the mouth of the captain of the arrow team, and his face became more and more clear, and all the details showed that the subordinates whom the city guard commander had always trusted were not far from death.

In other words, there is no use value anymore.

The frowning action of the Grand Commander of the City Guard, and his undisguised indifferent expression fell in the eyes of the anxious Arrow Team Captain, like being hit by ice water in the summer, he suddenly guessed what his master was thinking, but he didn't expect that he would desperately want to remind his boss for the last time, and he would be treated so indifferently by the Grand Commander, and his heart couldn't help but feel miserable.

Forget it, and let this guy with a cold nature ask for his own hardships...... He comforted himself bitterly.

Following the wrong boss is really a taboo in life.

After completing the task of destroying the entire group of city guards who plagued the people, the two young and one old man on the second floor began to run away.

I also know by guessing that tonight's slap in the face is so loud, and now the main master, Ivan Stipild, should also make his debut, knowing that the opponent is a powerful soldier who advanced to the intermediate level a few years ago, at this time, why don't you hurry up and slip away as soon as possible, are you still waiting for the opponent to invite you to a big meal?

According to the habit of "Ivan the Terrible", it is possible to make the three of them into bun filling.

Lifting Zyuganov's burly corpse and stuffing it into Normer's hands, Plitander sent out two spells in a row towards the fire outside the window, strictly speaking, towards the outside of "the place where the window once existed", the first-order fireball technique and the first-order stone cannon technique made a grand appearance again, and there was a sudden burst of chickens and dogs jumping outside the courtyard, screaming again and again, and the city guards jumped up and down again to dodge in embarrassment, the old butler's spell was powerful and insidious enough, and he would die if he was next to it, and he would die if he rubbed it, and whoever didn't hide was a fool.

"You go first, and I'll cut it off. The old butler said succinctly.

"Uncle, you...... Will it work?" Normer hesitated, but finally couldn't help but ask.

Although this arrangement was discussed by everyone before, and the old magician himself was full of confidence, but Normer was always a little worried about him who was good at long-range attacks, and he volunteered to break it, Ivan Stipild is a real sixth-level mid-level warrior, and it is said that he is very good at close combat, far from being comparable to Zyuganov, Antonov and the like.

As soon as he heard that the young man was so "concerned", Plitander's eyes stared outward, and his saliva almost sprayed on the young man's face, only to hear him ask: "Who do you say can't do it?" He, who has always been kind to the young master, immediately turned into an irritable old man who blew his beard and stared at his eyes, and the handsome beard under his chin was windless, vividly expressing how excited the old man was at the moment.

"Ugh. ”

Normer froze for a moment, and immediately realized how serious the speech sickness he had made in the moment of his mistake.

You must know that at any time, in any place, with any attitude and tone of suspicion, openly asking or questioning the topic of whether a man is "okay or not" is absolutely not okay! As soon as it appears, it will inevitably be met with a fierce counterattack. This kind of criminal practice, which is recognized as having a serious provocative nature, even if the object of use is an old man, who dares to care about whether he is "okay or not" in front of a beautiful girl, it is still absolutely not okay, and it is not negotiable!

Facing the old butler who was about to run away, Nuoermo shrank his neck weakly, hurriedly took the "meat shield" handed over by the other party, and silently ran towards the wall with a big hole, never daring to look back at the old butler.

Behind him was the morning light, which was smiling so hard that the corners of his face were flushed and the corners of his mouth were about to cramp, and the girl carried the corpse of a city guard in her hand, so that it could be used as a tool to paralyze the enemy when jumping out of the window, and by the way, to block the cold arrows that might appear.

Normer and Dawn quickly jumped out of the hole, the first to appear was the corpse of Zyuganov and others in their hands, the city guards outside the building saw the armor style that appeared in front of them, and immediately recognized that it was their own family's clothing, and thought that it was another martyr's robe was thrown out, with the lessons of the first two times, these second-rate archers no longer dared to rush to release arrows, Normer and the two of them hid behind the corpse in front of them, and fell to the ground without danger by the cover of the night and the large corpse.

"Someone!

It wasn't until the two of them gained a firm foothold that the surrounding city guards saw the two people hiding behind them, and they all raised their bows and crossbows in their hands in amazement, trying to attack them.

However, in the case of close range, how can the archers be the opponents of Normer and Dawn, who are good at close combat?

While holding the corpse in his hand as a meat shield, he quickly rushed into the crowd of archers, Normer and Dawn were like lions killing into a flock, striking quickly and mercilessly, where the sharp long sword and a pair of daggers went, a splash of blood suddenly appeared, and a wail sounded, and the two of them caused great damage to the unprepared city guard soldiers in a very short time.

Throwing the corpse in her hand at the archer on one side, Dawn returned to the god-killing mode of dancing with two swords, avoiding the spear stabbing at her with one lunge and swinging the short sword with one arrow.

After a brief scream, one of the city guards in front of the girl covered his face and fell, the two feathers on his helmet still trembling.

As soon as the city guard officer who led the team fell at the feet of the morning light, the more than 100 city guard crossbowmen completely lost their fighting spirit, eagerly abandoned the longbow and arrows in their hands, turned around and fled, what is important to the army to maintain the integrity of the encirclement, compared to the safety of their own heads, undoubtedly much paler and weaker.

Seeing this, Normer and Dawn turned to look at the mercenary headquarters, and reluctantly ran towards the south side of the city, outside the south gate was the meeting point they had agreed with Plitander in advance.

The scene of the two young men standing out of the encirclement was clearly seen by the old butler upstairs, and he did not retreat in a hurry, but slowly laid a few new magic defenses in the corridor.

In the flow of flames, Ivan Stipild steadily entered the mercenary hall comparable to hell, full of the remains of the city guards who lacked arms and legs, and the miserable scene made the corners of the eyes of the commander with a heart like iron jump slightly, this is the elite backbone under his command, and now he has been killed and injured in less than an hour, and he is afraid that it will be difficult to recover without a few years of effort.

Suppressing the growing anger in his heart, the Grand Commander of the City Guard did not wait for the expected ambush, whether it was a magic attack or the shooting of crossbow arrows, there was nothing, and the entire hall was as quiet as a graveyard except for the occasional "crackling" sound where it was still burning.

Looking up, seeing no sign of the enemy, Ivan Stipild ascended the stairs steadily, and with seemingly leisurely steps, stepped over the hole at the top of the staircase, and successfully ascended to the second floor, to a slightly larger platform, where he finally saw one of the enemies, Plitande, standing firmly on the far side of the corridor.

The old magician looked at the flowing flames with a calm expression, and did not seem to be in a hurry to speak.

"Is it because your mental strength is exhausted and you really can't run, or is it that the floor is too high and you are too old to jump on your legs and feet?" I don't think it's because you're impatient and take the initiative to stay behind?" said the commander of the city guard army seemingly calmly, but unfortunately the sharp voice weakened the deliberately solemn posture, and did not have the effect of preemptively striking people.

The old magician smiled and said slowly, "The long-term too narrow range of activities has limited your vision and judgment. ”

Ivan Stipild listened to this sentence for a few seconds, and then realized that Plitander was clearly laughing at him as a "frog at the bottom of the well", and suddenly the capillaries in his forehead throbbed violently several times.

He gritted his teeth and showed a smile that he thought was quite cruel, raised his chin, and sneered: "If I let you die too happily tonight, I will lose the nickname 'Ivan the Terrible'!"

The whole pursuit plan was not smooth, and the heavy casualties made his already bad heart even more impatient, and he was humiliated by the old magician so face-to-face that he even lost his interest in playing the grand bearing and broad-mindedness that a master should have, and began to speak ill of each other.