There are wild goblin trackers waiting for an opportunity to snipe, and there are great wilderness warriors wreaking havoc behind, and the "avalanche" suddenly falls into the predicament of being attacked from front to back. Ironically, it was only the two of them who put the mercenaries in a dilemma.

"Damn!

At the beginning, the opportunity was lost, and the result became the worst situation now. The black-clad man was destroying the anti-aircraft armament behind him as if no one was around, and the heavy crossbow seat was waving around like rotten wood in his hand, and if he left it alone, he was afraid that in a few minutes, all the anti-aircraft armaments on the terrace would be turned into waste. But if you turn around and attack, you will expose your unsuspecting back to the wild fairy's feathered arrows, and there is nothing worse than this.

This situation, which is impossible in common sense, makes Dracula hesitate, while the sabotage of someone behind him continues. The sound of ping-pong was like a mockery of the weakness of the mercenaries, and Dracula's forehead was bruised, and he resisted the anger of bursting his veins and gave the order to meet his opponents.

"Divide into two teams to meet the attack! The one with the shield will take care of the archer, and the rest will deal with the black-clad one, pay attention to cover!"

In Dracula's mind, the archer is often synonymous with incompetence in melee combat, and as soon as the shieldman makes an attacking stance, the opponent should stop shooting and retreat to maintain distance.

Of course, he didn't expect these warriors with heavy shields to catch up with the archers, but their role was only to buy time to deal with the men in black. As long as the shield-bearer suppresses the archers' shots, the mercenaries of the "Avalanche" will be able to fight freely, even if the men in black are no match for them.

Theoretically, Gula was not wrong in his judgment. But the problem is that the two in front of him are themselves characters outside of common sense, so his tactics have been hit hard at the beginning. In fact, the fairy queen ignored the shieldbearers who were huddled behind their shields and cautiously approached this way, and continued to snipe at the mercenaries on the terrace.

In the cold moonlight, the bowstrings of the wild elves played: the overture to the soul suppression, and almost all the mercenaries who left the bunker ended up being pierced through the chest by feathered arrows from behind.

Looking at one companion after another, the mercenaries did not dare to use their lives to verify the bow and archery skills of the wild goblins, and hid in the bunker and did not dare to act rashly. And while they're grinding," he shifted his gaze to the mercenary in front of him, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "You're all ready, aren't you?"

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in.

"When?" said Kirin, reminiscing at her statement.

"We have our own communication signals, and you human ears can't hear that sound. Petis shook her slender ears and said impatiently.

“...... Are you one of the same kind of bats?" the Kirin tried to joke, but the poor metaphor drew the displeasure of the wild elves.

"Can't you be a flamboyant man, can't you silence your tongue?" Pyrotis raised an eyebrow, mentally deducting the extra points she had just given someone.

The Kirin froze in remorse, and Pyrrhiz reached for the flare, pulled the fuse, and threw it into the void.

The signal emitted a dazzling white light, illuminating the entire Fort Sean and reflecting something nearby that was hidden in the darkness.

“...... Huh?" the Kirin blinked, suddenly excited. To be continued,

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