His feeling was not wrong, Al was staring at him.

El has a storm in one hand and a sword in the other. There were so many fruits all of a sudden, and he was thinking about which one to eat first, a mercenary with an average level who was close to him, or an attacker who was skilled in business and brought more spices to himself?

After the bloody and thrilling beginning, there was a brief silence, his breathing had stabilized, but the two people opposite him were still uncontrollably panting, like two working blowers.

The shoe man was hit by an arrow in the back, and another arrow in the lower abdomen, the wound was affected by breathing, and the pain stimulated his nerves wave after wave with the rate of breathing, and he couldn't pull out the arrow, otherwise the barb on the arrow would tear out a larger wound on the original basis, so that the bleeding would bleed to death, and he couldn't keep it, this is an iron arrow.

This means that for the rest of the time, he has to stick two weaknesses in his body that hurt terribly when touched!

The good news is that, for now, there is no poison on the arrows.

However, this good news is useless, four arrows in a row, then the opponent has at least four or more people, but the own side has only three...... No, only one and a half, the shoe man subconsciously wanted to glance in Al's direction, and immediately stopped this stupid behavior that he didn't know what the consequences would be.

The enemy is in the dark, and I am in the light, and if nothing else, his death will be today.

"Big big, big brother," the latter man asked in a trembling whisper, "Is XXX dead?" XXX is the former male's name.

The shoe man heard Hou Nan's voice, his heart was cold again, several of them smelled like the flame rose, and they didn't know each other very well, at this time Hou Nan's performance was really embarrassing, this person's actual combat effectiveness, I am afraid that it is the same as his ability in some aspects, vulnerable to a blow, and a blow is soft.

"Panic you!" The shoe man lowered his voice and scolded viciously, "Take off the crossbow!"

"Hahahaha......" The stupid conversation between the mercenaries, the laughter was lowered to a certain extent, Al provoked another sneer, the mercenaries listened to it very uncomfortable, but they didn't dare to stop it again, because this time the laughter was even more cold and biting, and the cold was like substance.

The two mercenaries groped in the dark, and took off the crossbow hanging from their waists, the process was naturally bumping, and the Houman accidentally touched the arrow inserted in the back waist of the shoe man, causing the latter to gasp and curse angrily, and in the confusion, Al heard a crisp impact caused by a piece of metal falling to the ground.

- Two mercenaries, one frightened and the other in excruciating pain, both trembling hands, and while they were loading their crossbow with arrows, the crossbow arrows fell to the ground.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

"Big ...... Big brother," the latter man snorted, "I'm ...... I can't see it!"

"Sketch it! If you can't see it, you can touch it!" the shoes were angry.

"Hahaha......" Even if he was in danger now, Al couldn't hold back his laughter, and after laughing, he learned the tone of the descendant, "Big ...... Big brother, I'm ...... I can't see - aha, ahaha, ahahaha......"

The room was chaotic for a while, laughing and laughing.

"Can't see, can you?" A strange and heavy voice outside the house floated in through the open door, and at the same time flew in, along with two burning torches!

The torch fell in a parabolic line, and the moment it hit the ground, sparks flew everywhere, one rolled onto the door panel where it was lying down, and the other rolled farther away, stopping in the center of the house, and the firelight instantly lit up the room, and Al saw the terrified faces of the two opposites, and also saw the general structure of the room.

The empty hall was a mess.

The layout is like most shops, the counter is in the inner corner, with its back to the wall and the container, facing the door, but the wall that should be full of leather goods is empty, and there is a fat man lying on the counter, his back is bloody, and the blood is congealed into thick blood stains on the counter and the cabinet wall, like a red-black still waterfall, and on the ground is a pool of blood that has coagulated.

Al guessed that this was a poor man who didn't have time to escape, hiding behind the counter, but was found by the mercenaries.

In the other corner of the counter, there is a wooden staircase leading to the upper floor, near the staircase, there is also an open cover, the hole is dark, there should also be a ladder to go down, and below is the cellar that serves as a storage room, it seems that it has been searched by the mercenaries, if nothing else, it should be full of messes.

If it hadn't been for this, the stepman might not have been able to find a piece of leather, Al thought.

His gaze swept hurriedly, and when he swept past the only open window, his pupils shrank, and his half-crouched body almost rolled subconsciously to dodge.

He saw a dark thing from the darkness of the window, supported by a hand into the firelit room, like a poisonous snake probing its brain, the cold light of the snake hyacinth shone, but the direction of the snake's head was pointed......

Looking in the direction of the crossbow, Al saw the pale stepman, and Al immediately imagined him as a large strip of meat.

A strange smile appeared on the fledgling's face, and he checked the other closed windows again, deciding not to hold or take in the rest of the scene.

Of course, he wouldn't stop the attackers' actions, nor would he remind the two gold diggers in front of him that they were playing the role of [raw meat] perfectly as he expected, and this was also a way to swallow the kernel.

The gourmand has already tasted the delicacy of the flesh, although he was pricked by the thorns on the fruit because of his inexperience, but now it seems that this is not entirely a bad thing, and the next time he plays, he will definitely uproot the thorns that come out.

The only fly in the ointment is that Al is not a real gold digger, the mercenary is not a defenseless serf, and the attacker is not a fierce and brainless beast, and he can't think of how to take the opportunity to kill the enemy outside.

The attacker was much more professional than the two idiots on the other side, and two torches were thrown in, and it was really fucking [the enemy is in the dark, I am in the light]!

Al was looking forward to it at the same time, but also thinking in his heart, the crossbow is a kind of weapon, you have to load an arrow once you shoot, look at the order of the shoe man's operation, I think this interval will not be too short, just now the shoe man screamed twice, that is, two, one in his chest, one in the mouth of the former man, that is to say, there are at least four enemies.

Of course, if they insist on one person controlling two, then Lao Tzu is also very happy to say that he has nothing to say.

Now rush out...... I'm afraid that kind of luck just now will not be there again.