In fact, when Leon and the others set up camp, the mercenary captain also had the idea of launching a direct attack.

It's just that he looked at the camp on the hills, but he always felt that something was wrong, and felt that if he did this, he would definitely be at great risk.

As for what kind of danger it is, even Eke himself doesn't understand, the other party only has one mage and two samurai who are threatening, and the other two barbarian warriors are not worth mentioning at all, no matter how you look at it, they can be taken down in one fell swoop.

But Eck trusted his instincts, which had helped him avoid the traps set by his enemies on several occasions, so he didn't act rashly.

Of course, this intuition could not be explained to Wald, so he reluctantly found a reason to prevaricate, and if he really wanted to say, which of his subordinates could not be sacrificed except himself?

Wald didn't understand these offensive and defensive tactics, and was immediately frightened by Ek, but the anger and unwillingness on his face could be seen clearly.

"Let's wait another night..."Eke slowed down, after all, the other party was his own master: "If they don't leave, we will attack!"

Wald could say anything, glared at Eck hatefully, and turned back to his little tent to never come out again.

"Scouts keep an eye on the surveillance, come back and report to me immediately if there is any situation!"

Eke spat on the ground and ordered gloomily, "We'll do it tomorrow!"

.........

Winter nights always come quickly, the sun has just set over the horizon, and the night can't wait to cover the land.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse in the night sky, and the cold wind swept over the trees, whining.

In the middle of the night, the mercenary team's camp in the forest was silent, except for the sleeping snoring of the mercenaries.

Not everyone was lucky enough to hide in warm sleeping bags and tents to enjoy the sweetness of their dreams, with two mercenaries guarding the outskirts of the camp and the horses the other.

Although there are no magical beasts in the mountains in this area, even large beasts are extremely rare, and there are no bandits, but being on duty at night is an essential rule for a mercenary team.

Fearing that the campfire would expose their presence and attract the attention and vigilance of the mission objectives, no campfires were lit in the camp.

The winter nights were damp and icy in the mountains, and the two mercenaries on duty shivered from the cold, and they secretly cursed the damn weather as they wrapped their sleeping bags tightly around their bodies.

The mercenaries guarding the horses nibbled on hard bread and smelled horse manure, scolding both Wald and Eck in their stomachs.

At this time, he should have fallen asleep soundly in a thick futon in some warm abode in the city of Tomund, with a bewitching woman in his arms, but he was starving and freezing because of this damned task.

He couldn't figure out why Eke was so timid, the other party was just six people and a woman, did he need to be so careful?

What kind of mercenary is he doing for such a coward, it's a shame that he is still a second-level soul armor warrior, and he was actually frightened by two first-level warriors and a mage.

The mercenary couldn't stop slandering in his heart, he had just joined the team, and he didn't have much affection and respect for the violent Ek, but he was reluctant to stay with a relatively generous salary.

The mercenary, who was thinking about things, didn't notice that in the bushes behind him, a black figure was silently approaching.

Let's take a nap first... The mercenary who had finished nibbling bread stretched out, and the twenty-one wildebeest quietly huddled together to warm up and rest, without special supervision at all.

When he opened his mouth to yawn, a big hand suddenly reached out from behind him and covered his mouth!

A cold light flashed, and the mercenary's throat was sliced, and the gushing blood blocked his trachea, and he didn't have time to snort and cut off.

The cold moonlight shone through the cracks in the woods and shone on the face of the perpetrator, and it was none other than Leon!

Leon's original tactic was to stay on the hills and wait for the enemy to attack, but after a day and a night of waiting, he changed his mind and decided to take the initiative.

It was not difficult for him to find the enemy's position, and after completing the deployment of his own camp, he quietly lurked near the mercenary camp under the cover of night.

He bypassed the mercenary sentinels on the periphery and targeted the mercenaries guarding the horses.

The target of Leon's sneak attack tonight was not one of the enemies, because he knew nothing about the trackers, he didn't know who the important people were, and he didn't know how strong the enemy was and what kind of abilities he had, and it was too dangerous to carry out an assassination.

His target was the wildebeest mount that the enemy had placed outside the camp - without the mount, the threat of the enemy would be reduced by at least half.

Dealing with the guards who took care of the horses, Leon had no psychological pressure at all, and it was absolutely impossible for someone who did such dirty work to be the strongest in the team.

He did it easily.

Leon took off the battle axe on his back and held it in his hand, his mind turned his eyebrows, and a trace of soul power was injected into the tiger head tattoo on his chest, and the flame imprint on his right arm instantly became extremely hot!

Call!

The originally silver tomahawk suddenly revealed a red light, twisting and expanding like a burning flame, and the flaming heat spread everywhere!

This is the elemental power of soul power, which doubles the attack power when added to the weapon, and has the ability to damage elementals, and this axe swing is enough to easily break through the thick armor.

And the target of his attack was not the heavily armed knights, but the twenty-one wildebeest snuggled together, bewildered!

Kill!

Wow!

The mournful neighing of the wildebeest suddenly broke the silence of the mercenary camp, and Eke was the first to rush out of the tent, shouting, "What happened?"

As a veteran mercenary, Eck has a lot of combat experience, and he doesn't take off his leather armor when he sleeps, and he has weapons at hand, so he can enter the battle state as soon as he wakes up.

No one answered his question, and the whole camp exploded like a pot, and the mercenaries jumped out of their sleeping bags with shouts.

"Enemy attack! Prepare for battle!"

Not hearing an answer from the guard guarding the horses, Eck immediately knew that something was wrong, and rushed towards that side without hesitation.

As he ran, his muscular body shone with a faint glow, and as he walked, it grew brighter and brighter, until finally a translucent layer of red armor formed on top of his leather armor.

This is a skill that can only be possessed by second-level and above beast soul warriors, and warriors who have reached level 2 can release soul power into the body to form a solid protective barrier to greatly improve their own defense capabilities.

Not only does the soul armor have a much higher defensive power than ordinary metal armor, but it also has a certain resistance to spell attacks, protecting the samurai from some direct damage such as poisons, corrosives, and so on.

Strictly speaking, only with soul armor can you be considered a truly powerful beast soul warrior!

Between breaths, Eck rushed to the place where the wildebeest was kept in captivity, but the scene in front of him almost caused him to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Seven or eight wildebeest fell to the ground and screamed incessantly, and although not one of them died, all of them lost one or two legs, and were completely useless!

The reins were severed, and almost all the other wildebeest were gone, and Eck saw only a frightened wildebeest rushing into the bushes not far away, and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

Who did this? Eck couldn't believe his eyes, his reaction was so fast that he didn't even touch the shadow of the enemy.

"Bastard! Get out of here!"

The enraged mercenary captain roared into the woods.

"**, there's a kind of chasing me, you want to beat us, you're still a little tender!"

What he didn't expect was a mocking answer from the depths of the woods.

At this time, the other mercenaries rushed over one after another, saw the scene on the ground, heard the murderer's arrogant provocation, and were furious one by one, and rushed in to search for the enemy with their weapons.

"Don't be impulsive!" Ek stopped his men's impulsiveness, he took a deep breath, and forced his anger down: "The whole team, assemble, we will now go and chop them to minced meat!"

The mercenaries were stunned for a moment, but then understood.

The enemy is hiding in the woods, and it is too difficult to search at night, maybe the other party is trying to provoke himself and the others, and find an opportunity to defeat each one.

Without their mounts, they will inevitably not be able to track the mission target, and once the target escapes at night, they will not be able to catch up if they want to, and this mission will be considered a complete failure.

Failure in the mission is not terrible, but it is definitely a great shame to fail so badly, and it is rumored that the mercenaries should not mix in the city of Tormund.

The only way to do this is to attack the target's camp right away, and maybe there's a chance to wash away the shame.

The enraged mercenaries quickly assembled their entire team and immediately marched in the direction of the hills.

The regret in Ek's heart at this time is really difficult to describe in words, he should have attacked simply yesterday if he knew this, not because he missed the plane because of suspicion.

However, there is no regret medicine to sell in this world, and Eke swears in his heart that he must break the enemy into pieces, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart.

The experienced mercenaries moved quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they all left the camp, leaving behind their tents, sleeping bags, and even supplies.

At the same time, a person was left behind.

Wald came out of the tent sleepy-eyed, and when the mercenaries left, he was still getting dressed—as a pampered young nobleman, he didn't sleep in a coat like the mercenaries.

When he came out of the tent, the noble young master was dumbfounded - all the mercenaries had run out!

What's going on? Wald's mind went blank and he didn't understand what was going on.

Then, he saw a familiar face!