After all, Miranda's current appearance is no longer immune to crossbow arrow attacks, and if an arrow suddenly flies out of a corner at this time, the result is not easy to say.

This kind of stance caused him to miss an indelible flaw in the existence of the "perfect work" - even if the clothes cover the body and paint the face, but a woman is a woman after all, judging from the back, Miranda's walking posture is full of the taste of a woman, and the two walking together is a stark contrast.

They walked towards the glaring and ironic morning light, and after not going far, something new appeared in their sight, a ruin, ruined walls, scorched black marks everywhere, in line with the atmosphere of the moment, but contrary to the meaning of the morning light.

It seemed to occupy the same area as a leather shop and a tailor's shop, and Al guessed that the layout of the interior should have been similar to the former before it was engulfed in flames, and that the ruins left behind by the leather shop should have been roughly the same after the flames were extinguished.

Having had the experience before, he naturally understood that the mercenaries might have only one intention in burning it - to force the guys inside to come out, maybe humans, maybe werewolves.

This is not an isolated case, and it is foreseeable that as they get closer to the eastern outer wall, such ruins should increase as much as corpses.

Ruins are the corpses of the town, and corpses are the ruins of life.

The house collapsed, the bricks were messy, and the new things didn't slow them down, Al led Miranda around like bypassing the previous houses that stood in front of him, and he needed to be more cautious about the rest of the way, maybe somewhere ahead, they would meet arsonists, looters, massacres, mercenaries.

However, he didn't expect these guys to appear so suddenly.

As he walked around the scorched wall, he almost hit a man mouth-to-mouth!

Looking at each other, the distance between the two sides was so close that they could clearly see the reflection of themselves in each other's eyes - it was an expression of dilated nostrils, as if they had eaten......

Subconsciously, they all leaned back, and as men, at that moment, they sensed each other's current mental activities.

The two hearts seem to have turned into a green grassland connected together, and countless sketches have rushed over it~ran over~

Al's first thought was to hold Miranda and retreat, such a close distance, such an awkward angle, he really couldn't wipe the other party's neck cleanly, if the storm hadn't taken it out, he pushed the other party and stabbed himself to death, it would really be a beep dog, plus his left hand was still holding a mud child.

The right hand that was stuffed in his arms all the way over instantly held the storm, because he was worried about being attacked, he was ready to dodge at any time, and almost at the same time, the warm current also began to flow in his body.

No matter how short the mantra is, it is impossible to avoid the time for silent recitation.

The time wasted by this series of actions also becomes a buffer for the other party to react.

The other party is likely to have a similar idea to him, and after he moved, the other party also moved, although the reaction was not as fast as his, but in this situation, a serious mercenary is obviously much more experienced than a half-hung fledgling. This distance is not to mention the crossbow bow and sword, even the hands and feet are inconvenient, the other party realized this, so he did not use his hands or feet at all, and directly turned sideways, and slammed the shoulder covered with iron shoulder armor into Al's chest, attacking and defending.

This is not over, the other party's action has not been completed, and another action has already begun - the mercenary subconsciously touched the crossbow on the back waist!

Compared to the two, if Al's strength is almost the same as the opponent's, he will definitely lose because of the difference in experience.

One wanted to retreat, the other wanted to push, Al was "knocked away" by the other party while holding Miranda, and this additional force caused the two to take two more steps back before stopping.

Before he landed, he had already found the next retreat with his afterglow, and as soon as he landed, the muscles of his whole body tensed again, ready to flee at any time.

Because at least seven or eight swarthy iron crossbows had already turned around and aimed at him, and the crossbow arrows were sharp.

Originally, according to the normal situation, he should have turned around and left immediately at this time, and the other party should have immediately given him a wave of black arrows, but the other party didn't, they were hesitating, he hesitated because of the other party's hesitation, they were turning the crossbow, and he also decided to explore the reality first.

After making this decision, he was attacked, and the mercenary who almost hit him was greeting his family, and Al was not angry about it, because he also greeted his family from time to time, why not give him birth to a rich family, if this is too difficult, then it is okay to be ordinary, at least you can dress warmly and eat well.

But he didn't even have a home.

The two sides fell into the stage of observation and confrontation, of course, Al had a little more fear, and the two big men kissed together...... Hiss—— he shuddered.

The mercenaries each took up a position close to each other to shoot and hide, and their positions were roughly in an arc, with their backs facing inward and outward, as if they were surrounding and protecting the two-story house in front of them, and on the other side of the house, there should be a similar number of men.

The figure in the house swayed, it seemed that it was being looted, and he couldn't determine the specific number of people inside for the time being, but it wouldn't be too small, so the number of this group should be about twenty people.

If there are no more of their accomplices nearby.

He probably, probably, seems to be unable to kill everyone on the other side.

The men were still quiet at this point, not counting some guy who was still racking his brains to make a sentence, they barely made a sound until they were alarmed by El, and even now, their laughter and scolding at the greeting was very subtle.

That's why he didn't notice someone in front of him, these people were quiet both in ambush and searching for supplies, and before he did anything with anyone, Al wondered if they didn't even make a sound of fart.

While he observes the other party, he also becomes someone else's landscape.

The mercenaries' posture proves that they were and still are on the lookout for malicious assailants, but it is clear that they do not put the El and the others in this category.

After all, one of these two people is a dirty refugee, and the other is a cripple hanging an arm in his arms, although he is wearing a mercenary's mixed armor, he has neither a long sword on his back, nor a crossbow on his waist, and no small pieces on his body, no matter what the identity of the two Al and Al was before, at this time, he and Miranda are only equal to two refugees.