"Don't call me an idiot anymore, my name is Scott Prescott!"

"I've vowed to join the Silver Wolf Knights!"

Scott roared, the spear in his hand dancing like a windmill, and his footwork moving around him, as if he wanted to get close to Cowen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cowan stood motionless, his eyes fixed on Scott's footwork and position, and the palm of his dragon slayer gun clenched hard.

Since it was the family private army that protected the nobles to exterminate the thieves, of course it was impossible for these people to watch Scott fight there, while they hid behind the rocks, only to see them jump out one by one and put on a semi-circular defensive formation to protect Scott's back.

Ronald looked at this scene and smiled slightly disdainfully: "Noble education?" After that, he raised the repeater in his hand and aimed it at the neck of a family's private army and pulled the crossbow machine.

The armor-piercing arrow flew straight out, piercing the unlucky man's neck. It's a pity that he is covered in thick plate armor all over his body, but he doesn't have too much protection around his neck, and the armor-piercing arrow is like tearing a piece of paper, easily penetrating his neck!

Scott was startled, and subconsciously looked behind him, with an angry look on his face, and roared, "Despicable!"

"Where are you looking!" Cowen's voice suddenly came, and the dragon slashing spear slashed head-on, whirring through the air like a heavy stone being thrown in the air.

Although Scott was angry, he did not dare to ignore Cowen's attack, and the spear in his hand jumped with the momentum, but he jumped backwards with his feet. The spear and the dragon slayer collided together, only to see sparks splash everywhere, and the spear in Scott's hand was completely pressed down by the dragon slaying spear, and slashed to the ground!

Snow splattered on the ground, revealing a frozen hard ground, and the ground was slashed by the blade of the dragon slayer.

"What are you doing in a daze, can't you hear my orders, except for this Scott's idiot, everyone else will be killed!" Ronald looked at the scene in front of him, frowned slightly, and ordered again.

Cullen was still fascinated by the duel between Scott and Cowen, but when he heard the order again, where did he dare to hesitate, pulled out his weapon, and jumped down first!

With Ronald buying the Fighting Qi and Tempest Sword Technique from the system, the current Cullen is no longer the ordinary bandit he was before. Maybe everyone has a dream of a strong man in the depths of their hearts, but the real environment is different, so the vast majority of people tear up their dreams with their own hands, and then struggle to survive.

With the fighting spirit and the Wind Sword Technique, Cullen not only became stronger in his own strength, but even his heart became different from before.

I saw Cullen holding a long sword in his hand, his arm in the starting style of the Wind Sword Technique, and he rushed over with an excited expression, obviously there were dozens of people in the private army of the family guarding Scott's side, but his expression was as if he was looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

Ronald gave the order, and Cullen, who was the captain of the second stormtrooper, was also the first to act, and the other team members hesitated, drew their weapons one by one and rushed forward, and soon strangled with Scott's family private army.

Cullen's Tempest Sword Technique is not exquisite, but it is fast and fast, and the sword is like a raging wind! And in this kind of melee of hundreds of people, the effectiveness of the Tempest Sword Technique can be maximized. Because you don't need too subtle moves, and you don't need too deep internal force, you just need to master the angle of swinging the sword and the skill of using the wrist, and then desperately slash the long sword towards the enemy!

Cullen's mouth let out a low roar like a beast, his eyes flashed with excitement, and the long sword in his hand waved, relying on the suppression of his fighting spirit, he actually suppressed the three private armies of the Scott family under the sword alone.

Although the three family private armies did not learn to fight, but Cullen was already so excited that he couldn't help himself, the long sword in his hand was faster than a sword, and soon no one dared to approach within 1 meter of his side, because the sword was too fast, no one dared to easily approach and grab its edge.

"Hahaha, come on, let Uncle Cullen slaughter you!" Cullen's eyes flashed fiercely, and with the look of excitement, it made people shudder. When a family private army was retreating to avoid the long sword, he suddenly stepped on a stone under the snow, his body shook slightly, and his center of gravity suddenly dispersed.

Cullen watched this scene without the slightest hesitation, and the long sword slashed towards his neck: "Die!" The long sword swept, and the man's neck was torn apart violently, and blood sprayed into the air like rain, and then sprinkled down, drenching Cullen's face with blood, blood.

Cullen slashed the neck of a noble private army with a sword, the scene was extremely bloody, but it was a good morale boost to the members of the Hydra Thieves Bandit! They watched this scene and realized that these noble private armies were actually nothing remarkable.

Except for having a good background, a good outfit, and some rigorous training, they are no different from these bandits.

If they are ambushed, they will panic, if they are slashed, they will bleed, and if they cut their necks with a sword, they will also die!

But they now have a good commander, and each of them wears the equipment issued by the commander! In terms of weapons and plate armor, they are no worse than these noble private armies...... So what else is there to be afraid of?

It's just desperate!

"Long live the Hydra!" roared one of the regiments, holding a round shield in his left hand and a sharp axe in his right hand, as he roared and charged towards the two noble private troops.

"Long live the hydra!"

"Long live the hydra!"

One member after another began to roar, shouting and screaming - Long live Hydra!

They are a group of thieves, but they are a group of thieves who dare to fight head-on with the noble private army!

They are a group of thieves who dare to kidnap and blackmail nobles!

They are no longer cowering, hiding on either side of the trade road, brandishing their weapons, and asking for a hundred and ten gold coins from a caravan who doesn't want to cause trouble, and then they can happily go back to cheering!

They are...... Hydra Thieves!

The two armies are fighting, the first momentum!

The stronger side is often able to suppress the opponent's momentum, so as to burst out with stronger combat effectiveness.

The private army of the Prescott family showed their cowardice in the roar of the Hydra members at this time, they were not afraid of the strength of the Hydra, but afraid of their desperate style of fighting, as if their lives were not important, as long as they could cut the weapon on their bodies, even if it was worth stabbing a sword in the same way.

What's more, they still can't believe it...... The one who fought with himself turned out to be really a group of thieves?

Scott listened to the roar in his ears, and listened to the sound of 'Long live the hydra', his face turned pale, and he saw him clenching his teeth, looking annoyed, ashamed, and resentful...... He couldn't accept that what he had forced himself to do was really a group of thieves whose names he hadn't even heard of.

"Damn, I'm the heir of the Prescott family!" Scott roared, facing Cowen, swinging his spear and stabbing Cowan in the neck.

Cowan looked at him expressionlessly, and with a wave of the dragon slaying spear in his hand, he knocked Scott's spear aside, and continued to take a step closer at his feet!

In this way, the spear and the dragon slayer collided again and again, and with each collision, Cowan would take a step forward, while Scott had to withstand the brutal force of the dragon slaying gun, and his feet retreated one step back to unload.

Gradually, Scott retreated from one side of the battlefield to the other, and his two arms had become sore, painful, and the palm holding the spear trembled slightly, if it were not for the support of his strong will, it is estimated that Scott would have dropped the spear in his hand to the ground.

Scott stretched his hands, looked at Cowan with a grin and asked, "With such strength, are you an orc?"

Seeing Scott's panting appearance, the two members of the Hydra Thieves thought that they had an opportunity, and immediately rushed towards Scott with their long swords.

"Cut, rubbish to the side!" Scott glanced at it, snorted coldly, and held the spear in both hands and danced into a large windmill above his head, the tip of the spear swept by, and the two Hydra members suddenly screamed, and the plate armor on their chests was torn in half by the tip of the spear, and flew out upside down and fell to the ground.

After all, it is a bronze level, even if Scott is suppressed by Cowan to this point, and most of his physical strength is exhausted, but it is not something that ordinary bandits can easily provoke.

Cowan watched as his two self-conscious subordinates were killed by Scott, his brows furrowed, and his expressionless face showed a hint of anger.

"Hey, big man!" Scott looked at Cowen, sneered, held the spear in his right hand and leaned behind him, leaned on the ground, and said in an extremely strange posture: "This is my last move, if you can break this trick The spear technique that the Prescott family has inherited for hundreds of years, I will obediently admit defeat." ”

When Cowan heard this, he first frowned, then looked at him disdainfully and said, "Just rely on your little strength, come, let me have a good look at the spear skills inherited by the nobles, and see what qualifications you have to become nobles." ”

"Of course it's a military feat, big man! For hundreds of years in our Prescott family, each generation of heirs has to go to the army for at least ten years to be eligible to inherit the family title. Scott sneered and said proudly: "Don't compare our Prescott family with those waste families, the glory of each generation of us is based on military exploits." ”

Cowan didn't say a word, just stood still with the dragon slaying spear in both hands, his eyes staring at the joints of Scott's body, observing his next move.

"Hehe, you are also cautious, it seems that our Prescott family's spear skills are still very prestigious. Scott watched Cowen's movements, his body continued to lean down, and his chest was almost parallel to the ground: "It's a pity that our family has inherited hundreds of years of spear skills, and we don't know how many masters we have killed on the battlefield." There's no way you're going to see a flaw in my movements. ”

"No, it should be said that even if you see a flaw, it doesn't make sense, because you can't crack it at all!"

Scott's expression was extremely confident, at this moment, the sounds of fighting and screaming around him didn't seem to be able to stir his heart and spirit, and all his attention was focused on Cowen's body.

Scott stepped on the ground, and the soles of his iron boots pierced into the ground like an iron cone, crushing the hard ground.

"June Rain, Assault Gun!"

As soon as his body moved, Scott's right leg stepped on the ground, and he roared, and the whole person rushed towards Cowan like an arrow off the string.

Scott's legs were surprisingly fast, and with each step, the ground would be cracked, and even the mountain ground in the bitter cold winter could not resist the force of each step.

Like a cunning black snake, the spear stabbed out from under Scott's side, and the tip of the spear reached Cowen's chest.

The fighting spirit poured into the spear, and I saw that the pitch-black spear moved slightly, as if it had been magical, and instantly differentiated into more than a dozen gun shadows, enveloping Cowen's whole body.

"Die!" Scott roared, and the whole person instantly approached Cowen's body, and the spear turned into a curtain of rain, enveloping every inch of Cowan's body within the range of the tip of the spear.

"Young master, well done!"

"The Prescott Family's Marksmanship ......"

"That's amazing...... Long live the young master......"

Not only were everyone present surprised by Scott's powerful spearmanship, but even Ronald couldn't help but take a deep breath with a serious expression.

"How much will this spear skill be worth if it is purchased in the system? 800 points, or 1000 points?" A cold glint flashed in Ronald's eyes: "But it's still far away, if this spear skill is performed by a silver-level master, Cowan will be really dangerous." ”

"It's a pity you're only bronze......"