When Major enters the deep forest, he is like a fish in water, but in the eyes of the enemy, he is like a wolf in the flock.

Although the archery skills are excellent, and the strength itself is not much different, it is not enough to face Mei Jie, who was once a professional in the army, and no one wants to face an experienced veteran for this kind of battle that requires guerrilla trickery.

If there is also a chain of contempt in the business of doing dirty work, those who are killers look down on those who are thugs, and those who do spies look down on those who are killers. In the eyes of a top agent like Major, the more complicated the battle, the more he can play to his advantage!

Sneaking through the trees, striking like a ghost, quickly and mercilessly harvesting lives, and then escaping into the boundless dense forest.

Even the most hard-hearted warrior will be terrified in his heart when faced with such an enemy, and when he sees his companions fall one by one, even if he does not care about their lives at all, he will silently calculate and worry in his heart whether it will be his turn next!

When the sword in his hand was wiped from the throat of the strong archer in front of him, Major could no longer feel any breath around him, it seemed that this person in front of him was the last one in ambush in the forest, he relaxed the sword in his hand at his leg, and calmed his chest slightly gasping, Mei Jie's move was actually a big risk, if he missed even one, this was the best time to sneak attack.

But it seems difficult to escape his perception unless it is a top-tier thief with the ability to completely conceal his breath, or a scout who is more experienced than him can deceive the past with more purely sophisticated means.

When he finally accomplished his task, he was saving others and saving himself! And the next thing to do, go back and continue to tie his hands? What are you kidding! It is rare to have such a good opportunity to escape from the escort in a convenient and concealed terrain, and if he does not make good use of it, he is worthy of himself.

Although I feel a little sorry for the trust that those people put in me just now, after all, I have saved all their lives now, and it is completely worth it to exchange my freedom, and even if I feel guilty, isn't it normal to do sorry things as a spy!

Before saying goodbye, Major looked at the position of the bunker where he had been hiding before, but this time it didn't matter, what caught his eye was a brilliant magical 'firework'.

A mage who appeared at some point was fighting with the soldiers in the bunker, in fact, it was not accurate to say that it was a battle, no matter what angle it looked like a one-sided torture, but the mage who was the perpetrator just kept playing with the prey in front of him, but he was slow to kill the killer.

Major, listening to the faint shouts, could see the tragic situation of the city defense army as far as his eye could see, and he was now faced with two choices, turn around and leave, or go back to save people.

The choice that was not difficult made Major hesitate at this moment, thinking about his identity and position, thinking about the hardships he had endured during his previous imprisonment and escort, and there seemed to be no reason to go back.

It's just that there has always been a lingering figure in his heart, the little radish head who has always been long and short by his side.

"Brother Mel, you're so brave......"

"Brother Mel, teach me how to hunt well......"

"Brother Mel......"

The heart is getting more and more irritable, and a stupid thought is constantly expanding and expanding.

"Damn!" he swung his sword to the side, and a thigh-thick tree trunk was cut off, and he turned and walked out of the forest, Major didn't care if this decision was the right one, he only knew that that innocent and lively life needed blood to mourn, even if it might have flowed from his body.

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'Boom', the shield in Vaal's hand was knocked away by the impact of the fireball spell explosion, and then a flashing 'Arcane Missile' hit the chest, pushing him all the way to the ground, and he fell several meters behind, and his companions around him had already fallen to the ground there.

Among all of them, only the captain Ishbal is still fighting with the opponent's mage, while resisting the opponent's attack spells one by one with his fighting spirit, while trying to impact the magic shield opened by the opponent, it seems that the battle is very fierce and evenly matched, but the discerning person knows at a glance that if this continues, Ishbal will not last long and will be defeated.

The other party's face hidden behind the shield was covered by a thick hooded cloak, and his expression was invisible, but judging from the other party's calm spell casting action, he must have been smiling and relaxed now, and he didn't show his true strength from beginning to end, otherwise Val and the others would not have been injured on the ground at this moment.

Seeing that Ishbal's attack was getting weaker and weaker, and it was estimated that it was already the end of the strong crossbow, the black-robed mage simply stopped the attack directly, and even stretched out his hand to hook him, and the provocation was very obvious.

When Ishubal saw this, his face was immediately hideous, as if he had been greatly insulted, but what could he do, in this world where strength is respected and the weak eat the strong, if the skills are inferior, they can only endure humiliation and steal their lives, this is the truth.

Of course, you can choose to use your life to maintain your last dignity, just like what Ishbal is doing now, desperate to attack the enemy with all his might, but usually the result of doing so will be killed by the enemy on the spot.

The mage also raised the staff in his hand, as if ready to give it the final blow in response, but at this time, a layer of shining brilliance appeared on the two-handed sword held high by Ishbal, and the originally plain sword body instantly split into multiple sword shadows, and slashed at the mage's shield along with Ishbal who jumped in the air.

Under this circumstance, the magic shield that had been intact in the attack just now was shattered on the spot, and the result of the weak mage directly facing the sharp blade can be imagined.

After the sound of 'dang', there was no scene of blood splashing, only to see the mage's cloak fluttering up by the sword wind, and he actually pulled out the saber he was carrying and steadily blocked the fierce sword above his head.

After holding the sword and shaking his arm slightly, the hood that had been around his head fell, revealing short blonde hair, the hair that stood upright like a steel needle and the terrifying scar on his face, coupled with a pair of eyes as sharp as a falcon, all told people that this person must be a fierce and brave man.

"'Wind Phantom Slash', the martial art of a sixth-order swordsman, you hid your strength just for this final blow! However, you are not the only one who can hide your strength!"

As he spoke, the staff in his other hand unleashed the attack he had just accumulated, and a ball of flame exploded in Ishbal's chest, perhaps the outcome never changed from the beginning.

(End of chapter)