74. Old warriors and young people

Ascending to the deep ravine, Gronny was immediately attacked by the cultists. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Three cultists screamed inexplicably and lunged at him, and five other cultists not far away also noticed him. He was the first to climb up behind Easter, and the man closest to him was still standing on the stone staircase, holding a bundle of wooden spears, and throwing them upwards with all his might.

The first cultist held a small mace in his hand. This weapon requires minimal skill and is the preferred choice of many low-level fighters with great strength.

In Gronny's hand was an alchemical sword, the elongated and widened blade indicating that it was a custom-made weapon for the warrior leader.

The moment the cultist raised his mace, Gronny took a step forward and stabbed his sword into his chest first. Feeling that he had stabbed deep enough, Gronny quickly drew his long sword, sideways to avoid the spear stabbed by the second cultist, and then slashed his sword, slashing down the third one who had been blocked by the first cultist and was now leaning over. Then he grabbed the spear that he didn't have time to withdraw, and slashed off the second cultist's hands with a single sword.

It was all done in a matter of seconds, and just as he was proud of his martial arts, something surprising happened to him. The cultist he stabbed in the chest raised his mace again and threw it at him as if he was fine, and the cultist who had chopped him to the ground reached out and grabbed his pants. The cultist, who had lost his hands, opened his mouth wide and bared his jagged yellow teeth to bite his neck.

To make matters worse, the other five cultists, brandishing their weapons indiscriminately, as if they didn't care about injuring their own people, pounced on him.

Gronny was not afraid of danger. He threw a dagger in his left hand and plunged into the disgusting mouth, and the sword in his right hand stabbed the cultist with the mace once more. This time he stabbed between the eyes, and in one fell swoop, the cultist was completely finished.

At this moment, he suddenly felt an astonishing pain in his leg, and when he looked down, the cultist who grabbed his pants actually pulled his pants and sat up half-up, biting his calf.

The bite of human teeth is amazing, and the flesh on the calves is thin. In the Coronian climate, Gronny's pants did not provide any protection. At this moment, he could almost hear the click of the cultist's dirty, sharp teeth rubbing against his calf bones.

"Ahh He has been through a variety of injuries and has a strong tolerance for pain. But this is the first time that this experience of being hugged by someone's legs, devoured and bitten. In particular, the cultist's concentration on gnawing at his calf bones made him wonder what he was fighting against!

The pain didn't make Gronny's strength go away, but it brought out his deepest potential. Ignoring the other five cultists, Gronny dropped his sword and grabbed the cultist who had bitten his calf, immobilizing him to prevent him from continuing to gnaw. At this time, Gronny also noticed that only enough blows to the head could completely silence these guys. It was he who put his hands into the cultist's mouth, forcefully broke the other party's upper and lower jaws, and then tore them violently.

With a "click, pop" sound that seemed to break a tree branch and tear cloth apart, Gronny tore the cultist's jaw off his face. The jawless cultist spurted blood from the wound, and after a few struggles on the ground, he fell completely silent.

This time it seemed to be overexerted, and Gronny only felt a tingle in his body, and the injury he had suffered during the encounter with the Rock Elemental Prince seemed to have another attack. He could no longer bear the sharp pain in his leg bones, and fell to the ground clutching his wounds. He watched as five cultists with teeth and claws lunged at him, and thought to himself, "Am I going to die here!"

Unwilling to sit still, Gronny picked up a weapon on the ground and threw it at a cultist. As a result, the weapon fell to the ground without flying a few meters at all.

A cultist with a large axe looked at the weapon that had fallen at his feet, a cruel and bloodthirsty smile on his face. With a frenzied howl coming out of his mouth, he raised his axe high and slashed at Gronny's head.

"My life is at stake!" Gronny flashed through his life, and suddenly regretted that he had not found a woman he loved to give birth to a few lovely children.

Just when he thought his life was coming to an end, a sturdy figure leaped by, and as the cultist roared with an axe, stabbed a wooden spear into his mouth with astonishing accuracy, causing the cultist to settle the account instantly.

"Ah! this is for Tom. Jerry screamed bravely as he pulled the spear out of the cultist's mouth. The sturdy lad's eyes were red, and the raging rage gave him infinite strength.

"Die, bastards!" Jerry fearlessly stabbed the spear in his hand again, looking at the remaining four cultists.

"Ah, this is for Tom's mother, this is for Tom's father, this is for Tom's brother. Ahh

Gronny watched in amazement as the young man in front of him screamed as he stabbed the three cultists one by one with astonishing accuracy and speed.

The first cultist was stabbed in the left cheek, and Gronny heard the shattering sound of the cultist's cheekbones and the wooden spear tip colliding violently, and saw the cultist's face severely deformed, and his whole body was driven to turn in a half circle, and he fell to the ground limply.

The second cultist was stabbed directly into the eye socket, and the tip of the spear, which had been dulled, still effortlessly pierced deep into the eye, straight to the brain.

The third cultist had lost its sharp tip to the wooden spear he faced, but Jerry's swift blow hit him right on the bridge of the nose. The cultist's nose immediately had a depression in the center of his face, and he lay straight to the ground without saying a word.

The attack on the fourth cultist was not smooth, as Jerry's spear suddenly broke off after a series of fierce stabbing blows.

Jerry was a little overwhelmed by this sudden situation, he took the remaining half of the wooden spear in his hand, reflexively blocked the axe chopped by the fourth cultist, and then staggered back at the powerful shock from the axe.

The cultists took advantage of the victory to pursue and slashed again with their axes. Unsteady on his feet, Jerry hurriedly retreated, only to stumble on top of a corpse.

Jerry, who fell to the ground, rolled and crawled to dodge the axe, and just when he felt that he could no longer dodge the next axe, Gronny, who had been sitting on the ground, rolled and hugged the cultist's waist, and flipped the cultist to the ground.

Gronny and the cultist fell to the ground and rolled on the ground. Gronny, who had just breathed a sigh of relief from his powers, found that his strength could not suppress the cultist. "! If it weren't for that rock elemental, I could have beaten you like this. Gronny cursed inwardly, and slammed the cultist's axe-holding hand aside.

"Hit him on the head! Hit him on the head!" Gronnie, who had been crushed by the cultists, shouted loudly to Jerry, who was a little stunned.

Jerry subconsciously groped on the ground to pick up a weapon, and smashed it at the cultist's head.

"Smack!" the cultist's head shattered like a watermelon, and Gronny and Jerry's faces were covered in red and white liquid.

"Ahh

The tragic death of the cultist in front of him made his revenge frenzy finally subside. He looked up at the bodies of four other cultists around him. Each of these enemies who died under his spear made him vomit even more. The shattered face and the eyeballs that were blown out all made the young man who was on the battlefield for the first time believe that this was his masterpiece.

"Are you going to vomit until tomorrow, boy, why don't you come and pull me up!" Gronny struggled twice, unable to push away the cultist's corpse pressing on his body, and looked at Jerry who was vomiting on the side, and finally couldn't wait for him to finish vomiting and speak impatiently.

Jerry heard Gronny's voice and finally turned his attention away from the dead men. He hurriedly pushed away the cultist's corpse that was pressed on Gronny's body, helping Gronny limp to his feet.

"Are you alright, sir?" the simple young man immediately expressed concern for Gronny who had saved his life, although he had also saved this man's life, but at that time he was so overwhelmed by anger that he couldn't even notice Gronny on the ground, his eyes were full of ugly faces of cultists, and he only thought about breaking them one by one.

"I'm fine, how are you, boy, what's your name?"

Gronny retrieved his sword and used it as a crutch to support himself. He looked at the young man next to him. What a brave lad this is! This lad had obviously only basic militia training, but he looked like a veteran who had practiced stabbing for twenty years when he wielded his spear. Such young people should not be left in the countryside to deal with the land. As long as he is systematically trained, this lad will be a master with a spear. He felt that it was time for him to end his wandering career and stop marching towards the legend in vain. Instead, you should find a woman to start a family, pass on the lineage, and accept a few disciples like your own teacher.

"My name is Jerry. Seeing that Gronny was injured in the leg and was a little unsteady on his feet, Jerry hurriedly held on to the warrior who was old enough to be his father.

"What a good boy!" Gronny felt the power of Jerry's strong arms, and couldn't help but blurt out what was on his mind. He asks Jerry to pick up the second Cultist's spear and tells him, "On the battlefield, hold your weapon tight." ”

At this time, more and more people rushed out of the stone steps from the two of them, shouting and attacking the cultists.

As more and more people rushed forward, the disadvantage of the cultists in numbers became more and more obvious. Although they are still fighting frantically, the flaw of relying on drugs to stimulate combat effectiveness is undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Lacking the most basic military training, these cultists would only howl and pounce on them from the front, and then be hit and fall by the weapons reaching from the side.

Gronny simply treated the wound on his leg, and the injury to the bone was not so easy to heal. At this time, he only hoped that the cultist would not have any strange toxins in his mouth. He staggered forward with Jerry's help. The great crowd overtook him, and a fierce battle unfolded before him. He was surprised to find that the team organized by the two girls had a strange rhythm, knocking down the cultists in front of him one by one.