Diredo had never felt as crazy as he was today, and though he couldn't make out the harsh red in the night, the choking smell of blood, the unbearable smell of sweat, wheezing, and wailing coaled in his mind. www.biquge.info He felt that the whole world was red and black, and he had lost the ability to think, and he only fought with the enemy who came before him on instinct.

Another sword slashed at his head, and Di Ledo hurriedly raised his arm and used the spine of the sword to meet the sinking blade of the opponent. He took a step sideways, trying to shake the enemy's weapon aside, but the blades of the two swords stuck together with a crisp sound of metal. Then, the opponent stepped forward, pulling their weapons against Dildedo's neck.

In less than three seconds, Diledo knew that he was no match for this man, but it was not he who was screaming, but his enemy—and at the last moment, Implens, who had no help, cut off his sword-wielding arm from the side.

The unsuspecting Diredo was suddenly splashed with a warm, fishy liquid on his face. He froze, but the enemy in front of him reached for the hunting knife in his bosom with one arm, and then stabbed him in the stomach. Unfortunately, Implens followed up with a kick and a knife that left the guy unable to move again.

"Do you want to die?"

Impreance scolded. Then he threw himself into another battle. After a moment of trance, Diredo found himself on the very edge of the battlefield. He watched the unending fight and suddenly bent over and vomited.

Right now, the encirclement formed by the nightingale and the night owl is shrinking and strangling the remaining peregrine falcons. In Dileido's view, what was meant to be a fight to defend against an invasive invasion had turned into a massacre.

"Why don't you give up?" thought to Dildedo, confused.

Just a moment ago, he could clearly hear Wall shouting for his opponent to surrender, but the peregrine falcon guy resisted as if he was deaf. The problem is that the disparity in numbers makes it difficult for them to get out of it. Droglis's minions were like birds hitting a net, and the harder they struggled, the tighter they were entangled, and at the same time they were one step closer to destruction.

"Look! another one has been cut down......"

Seeing a guy trying to break through being attacked from both sides, Diredo suddenly felt a little funny. What beliefs are they underpinned? Do they believe that Drogris will come to turn defeat into victory? Or do they believe that after dying in battle, they can live comfortably forever in the "paradise" of women without worrying about food and drink?

"Where's Drogris?"

For some reason, Diredo suddenly felt a strong sense of unease. He wiped the blood from his face and looked in the other direction where the campfire was burning, and to his incomprehension, it was still silent. He turned his head again in the direction of the village, and saw that the village, which should have sunk in darkness, seemed to be illuminated by the light of fire......

Why is there a fire in the village?

Zoglis!

"Zogris has gone to the village!" called out Dildedo in panic.

The man actually abandoned the ballista, abandoned his subordinates, and attacked the village directly. What could there be? Nothing but immobile and incapacitated villagers.

No, that's not right...... What will Drogris do to her?

"Drogris has gone to attack the village!" said Drydo again, but no one seemed to pay attention to him.

"The last of the Richie family and the Nightingale's cry are also there, are you still going to fight?"

"God......" Liadlin, who was also standing on the edge of the battlefield, sighed, while Syris and Hawke trembled as many others held their weapons.

In fact, from the moment Di Ledo shouted the first words, they glanced in the direction of the village, and the brighter and brighter fire made them want to turn around and rush back to the village, but the matter before them was not over.

"If the last member of the Ricky family dies, you will all be treacherous!" Diredo finally couldn't help but roar. These people don't really think that the blood of the Richie family and the cry of the nightingale are useless symbols, do they have to wait until the symbols are completely erased to realize that the last vestiges of the sentry and arrow clans—the nightingales, the night owls, and the peregrine falcons, are all destroyed in their own hands?

After a few sporadic sword strikes, the two parties who were still fighting a moment ago suddenly separated. Although the two sides were still armed, everyone's eyes were unconsciously looking in the direction of the village.

"Drogris chose to attack the village, which means that he has abandoned you. Wall took the opportunity to shout at the twenty or so people who were surrounded. A look of disbelief immediately appeared in the eyes of those people. They all looked sideways at one of their own, Gretel.

At this moment, Gretel's mind was in chaos. Before leading the team to besiege the Nightingale, he didn't fail to see how hypocritical Druglis's smile was, but he still chose to believe his decision.

"Stop! he won't come to the rescue. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices, let's negotiate with Drogris and exchange hostages!"

Wall's second sentence shattered Grett's defenses, he couldn't die, and if he did, what would happen to his children?

With a bang, Gretel threw the sword in his hand to the ground, and the others also threw away their weapons when they saw this—the sky is about to fall, and there will always be tall people on top of it, and no one wants to die in vain......

Meanwhile, Ola is in the village dealing with Droglis's men. The men didn't kill her after forcing her to jump off the tree. The arrows they fired at her were either deliberately high or deliberately flying low, apparently threatening her not to meddle in the matter. Ola knew that if she cared about life and death, she should find a corner to hide, but she couldn't. When she saw that several villagers had been driven out of their hiding places and were about to be reduced to the ghosts of the sword, her arrows flew out uncontrollably, and then she could not hold back one arrow after another......

In a matter of minutes, Droglis's men had been killed or wounded by her harassment, which was enough to infuriate them. So that's how things change.

Aura discovers that the enemy is also using the environment to hide their figures. They deliberately avoided the fire, trying to use the shadows to get closer to her. She knew that she had a little ability, and Lirezi also said that she was a hierarch, but how long could a hiercer be surrounded by dozens of people?

"Then give it a try. Ola thought.

She placed an arrow on the bowstring so she could strike back at any moment. She reminded herself that as a last resort, try not to shoot arrows so as not to attract attention. She prayed that the other villagers had been far enough away to be safe. Ironically, as soon as Ola thought so, a scream came from nearby.

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