Storm's hand kept waving, but only one of the mercenaries who fell one after another answered him, and now Storm has realized that this force dares to slaughter the village here, and there is naturally a terrifying strength behind it, how can a team of dozens of people go to it by themselves to be their opponent.

Now the storm only hoped to run a few alive, and the long knife in his hand slashed down several people dressed in villager skins, but it had no effect on the battle situation at all.

There are two or three hundred of these people wearing the skins of the villagers, and even this is not what the current Wyvern Mercenary Group can compete with.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Uncle Luo's wound pierced by the spear continued to flow blood down the body of the spear, his armor was already covered with blood, and the originally indestructible armor was also covered with traces of cracks at this time.

The Storm's eyes kept scanning the camp, and finally he saw the priest at the back of the crowd trying to heal the wounded.

"Click!"

The samurai, who was more than two meters tall and wore a triangular helmet and wielded a huge machete, took advantage of the storm to lose his mind, and the huge machete slashed at his back.

The silver armor was directly cut by this knife with a crisp sound, fortunately with this set of armor, otherwise the storm at this time would probably lie on the ground in two like a piece of wood that was cut from it.

'Give me death!'

Ignoring the scorching pain in his back, Storm turned around and slashed at the samurai with a heavy two-handed machete.

With a "poof", the two machetes slashed together, accompanied by countless fires, but the warrior wearing a triangular steel helmet suddenly found that there was a gap in his knife.

"Die!"

After slashing the storm with a knife, he quickly withdrew the blade of the knife and slashed at the samurai wearing a triangular helmet with both hands, only to hear a crisp sound, the samurai's opening was obviously not as good as the storm, and the man's head had become two halves with a knife.

"Click!"

Storm stripped off his shattered armor with both hands, and ran towards the priest at the back of the crowd wearing only a samurai suit.

"Let's go, I'll cover you, let's go!"

The flames were burning, all sorts of explosions were ringing in my ears, and the storm was screaming as hard as it could rush towards the priest with all its might.

In the firelight, a warrior in a samurai uniform stepped over layers of obstacles to the priest, her eyes moistened, but her heart was firm enough to keep her.

"If I don't leave, if we want to die, we will die together, and if we want to go, we will go together!"

The priest took Storm's hand, and the words made Storm both moved and angry, and he pulled the priest from the ground and pointed in the direction he had come.

"Go, if you don't go, we all have to die here, this child is so young, don't let her die with us!"

Storm's hand pinched the pastor's shoulder hard, Xuanxuan at this time was already frightened into her arms and didn't dare to move, how could such a big child see such a bloody scene, the impact on her young heart can be imagined.

"I'll be back when I send her away, trust me!"

The priest looked at Xuanxuan in his arms, and seemed to be unable to bear to let such a young child accompany him to death, she turned into a white light and flew in the direction she came.

"I want to go, it's not that easy!"

The person who was dressed as Lin San's mother turned into a blood-red light at this time, and chased after her closely behind the priest, and when he saw this scene, the storm was heading to solve Lin Fei, and a warrior with a triangular helmet on his head under the ground appeared in front of him again.

"You're not human!"

The storm's eyes widened, and the one on the ground wearing a triangular helmet that had been cut in half turned out to be a black and purple face, which was obviously a person who had been dead for a long time, and definitely did not look like he had just been killed.

Looking at the samurai with the triangular steel helmet, his bare skin was covered in purple corpse spots, which was obviously not something that a living person could have, and a terrible year appeared in the heart of the storm.

"Death Alchemist?"

A profession that had disappeared from the continent for a hundred years had not yet died, and in Monte Cristo, a hundred miles away from the dragon capital, there were one or more than a dozen death alchemists, such a conjecture made the storm shudder.

"Yo, I didn't expect you to know quite a lot, even if this is the case, I can't let you get out alive!"

"Lin Fei" smiled treacherously, he manipulated the warrior wearing a triangular steel helmet like a puppeteer, blocking the storm.

"Brothers, all the panting ones rush out for me, I'll stop you here!"

Uncle Luo's only remaining eyes were wide open, and a string of blood-red blood tears flowed from his eyes, the Flying Dragon Mercenary Group has been established for more than ten years, and I don't know how many tough battles have been fought, but it is the first time that they can feel powerless to resist like today.

"Let's go!"

Storm and the puppet controlled by "Lin Fei" constantly stood against each other, this warrior wearing a triangular steel helmet after being manipulated, its power cannot be underestimated, every slash and every sweep makes Storm have a feeling of walking back from the ghost gate.

"Yikes!"

A female scream brought the storm's heart to his throat, and he looked back into the trees in the distance, ignoring the light of the sword in front of him.

Under the blood-red light, a milky white light was barely supporting, and he knew that the priest who was good at saving people was probably not the opponent of the murderer who disguised himself as Lin Fei's mother.

The storm's mouth gasped for breath, and with a warrior with a machete at his side, he rushed in the direction of retreat.

There is a red line on each finger of "Lin Fei", and if you look closely, these red lines are connected to the warrior wearing a triangular steel helmet and using a broadsword.

"Do you want to go, have you asked me?"

Looking at the back of Storm carrying a wounded mercenary on his shoulders and constantly rushing outward, "Lin Fei" smiled coldly and put his thumb and index finger under his tongue to blow a loud whistle.

In the direction of the storm's departure, two dirt bags suddenly bulged from the ground, and then two long knives stabbed out of the dirt bags first.

"Two more?"

Storm lowered the wounded mercenary on his shoulder, his gaze over the two warriors in triangular steel helmets emerging from the ground, and landed on the girl who was struggling to support herself under the blood-red light not far away, his eyes moistened. .com reading, a better reading experience.