Jason rushed out like a sharp arrow, as fast as lightning, barely able to catch the slightest black phantom with the naked eye.

Who would have thought that the orc on horseback was not slow, and the spear wrapped in golden light in his hand stabbed three times between the lightning and flint, blocking Jason's swift figure.

"Roar!!" the ground shook, and a creepy howl rose from all directions, and sturdy figures suddenly rushed out from under the endless snowfield.

"It's the stinky monkey of the Munk clan, everyone is ready to fight!" Bud roared, his stout body burst out with a strong fighting spirit, and rushed towards the Munk warriors with a fearless grin.

The sound of the horse's hooves of "boom", a black spot vaguely appeared on the snowfield, and then approached rapidly, and the strong fighting spirit and tall and strong body on the body made all the human mercenaries stunned.

"Damn, how can there be centaurs in the wasteland? Aren't these things all living in the grasslands of Campas?" old Benson's face changed suddenly, "Raise your gun, form a formation to block these debris!"

Wielding the spear in his hand, old Benson roared loudly at the commander, he knew how powerful these centaurs were, and if he couldn't suppress their onslaught, these thirty centaurs would be enough to completely disperse their formation.

"Bumping" the initiative to attack Bud and the leading Tara were the first to be installed together, and the strong fighting spirit collided, and the weak Tara was immediately knocked back seven or eight times in succession.

"Roar" roared angrily, Tara hung his chest and rushed forward again, and Mantas beside him also roared and burst out with a fighting spirit to join forces with him to attack Bud, after this period of training, although the Munk warriors are far from having a tacit understanding with each other, at least they are not as red-eyed and only caring for themselves as before.

"Bang!!" swords and spears intersected, and the charging Munk warriors and the mercenaries who were on standby collided fiercely, the collision of power, accompanied by a violent roar, splashing fireworks.

Xia Zuo and Jason, who were the first to fight each other, exchanged a few moves one after another before colliding together at the latest.

"Yo" A few dense crisp sounds, the fierce collision of fighting spirit, the war horse under Xia Zuo's crotch screamed sadly, and the sturdy limbs could no longer support the strong shock force, and the horse's hooves fell down softly.

With a sudden kick of his feet in the stirrups, Xia Zuo on the horse flew out upside down like catkins in the wind, and a few collisions shocked his palms, the strength of this human mercenary will definitely not be much lower than Walden, the difference between the two is too big, knowing that they can't beat it, Xia Zuo is not a fool, this kind of role is still handed over to Walden to deal with, and he still goes to find some opponents with similar strength.

The gravel wasteland in winter is difficult to hide, and Xia Zuo was originally ready to repeat the old trick, but he didn't expect to be recognized.

"Damn the smelly monkey, don't try to run!" Jason roared angrily, and he pursued with unforgiving speed, the great sword in his hand flashing with brilliant silver light and slashing, with the posture of cutting Xia Zuo in two.

"Whew" pierced the whistle, and a spear made of stainless steel slashed through the air wrapped in silver light, like a silver lightning bolt, and the message reached Jason's body.

"Bell" skillfully turned defense into attack, and the spear not only blocked Jason's pursuit, but also shocked him back a few steps.

"Human, your opponent is me!" said Walden, who reached out to take the spear that had been shaken back, with a serious face and a proud look.

This human being's aura is very strong, even compared to him, it is not far behind, and it is because of this that he is worried that something will happen to Xia Zuo, so he anxiously catches up.

Jason's face gradually became serious when he held the sword in both hands, centaurs are a well-known and powerful race among the Campas orcs, and the fighting spirit that the other party showed just now showed extraordinary strength.

"Guys, kill" Regardless of the confrontation between the two, Xia Zuo rolled up snowflakes like a wind to impact the mercenary camp, and the mercenaries guarding the opposite side raised their long knives mercilessly and slashed at Xia Zuo's neck, who expected to see a trace of a sarcastic smile leaking from Xia Zuo's hideous face, so he only felt that his neck was cold, and the whole world was spinning.

The Munk warriors relied on their strong bodies to force their way between the mercenaries, disrupting the circular spear formations that were ready to defend against the centaurs, and the tall centaurs galloped all the way into the chaotic crowd.

The spear in his hand flew, and a poor mercenary must have been picked up and flyed, and the power of more than thirty horsemen at the same time rushed the entire mercenary formation.

"Damn it, Commander" Old Benson shouted loudly, but then he saw Walden who was confronting Jason, and with his experience and eyes, he could easily see the strength of the tall centaur, so he had to curse secretly.

It was impossible to return to the regimental commander, looking at the centaur who had already rushed into the crowd, old Benson seemed to have made some decision, and a ruthless dark color appeared on his face.

The "Eight Extremes Explosion" burst out of his mouth, and his already strong body suddenly became thicker a few times, and the bright fighting spirit on his body was even more intense and almost dazzling.

There was a piercing explosion of air, and no one saw how old Benson moved, just saw the stout, somewhat deformed body suddenly appear in front of a centaur.

It was just the simplest slash, even if the centaur warrior relied on his instinct to resist with a horizontal spear, but the huge body close to three meters was still smashed out of more than ten meters, and the spear made of stainless steel in his hand was smashed into an arc.

Old Benson kept moving, his cold face was full of killing intent and rushed towards the nearest centaur warrior, just a few big blows, and the formation of the Saiyan tribe warriors was scattered, especially the centaur warriors, once the speed of the impact was limited, they immediately fell into the mercenary encirclement.

"Be careful Bigu!" Old Benson's change just now had already attracted Xia Zuo's attention, and now he saw him rushing towards Bigu again, and suddenly his eyes were red.

The fighting spirit under his feet suddenly erupted and made a roaring gas explosion, Xia Zuo broke through the speed limit of his time at this moment, and dragged a few phantoms behind his figure to gather in front of Bigu, anxiously raising the spear in his hand to block.

"Boom" thunderous collision, the spear in Xia Zuo's hand was twisted and deformed without the slightest hesitation, clutching the spear that was about to fly out of his hand, and the tiger's mouth in his palm was shocked by the powerful force and cracked a few bloody holes.

"Withdraw" wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, Xia Zuo threw out the deformed spear in his hand with all his fighting spirit, and picked up the centaur who was injured by old Benson next to him, and a few flashes jumped out of the battle group.

The warriors of the Saiyan tribe, who had fallen into a positional battle and the formation began to disperse, heard the roar of the leader, immediately turned back, supported each other, picked up the nearest injured companions, and retreated in an orderly manner without hesitation.

"I'm looking forward to fighting you!" Walden, who had been confronting Jason, did not hesitate to hear Xia Zuo's shout, smiled at his rare opponent, and his four hooves shaved up the snow, and the huge figure left like lightning.

The sudden start of the attack, just like his beginning, ended abruptly, and the scene was suddenly quiet, only the red snow on the ground and the wounded neighing war horses remained, the mercenaries were a little stunned, and the bloodied Bud roared with a few mercenaries and prepared to chase them.

"Stop chasing, cough cough" Old Benson, who was full of might, seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden, and coughed violently on his chest.

"Old Benson, how's it going?" Jason, who rushed back to the camp, shouted worriedly, and hurried up to help.

"I'm fine!" stopped coughing violently, old Benson waved his hand to signal that he couldn't die for a while, Jason then put his mind at ease, looked at the camp full of blood, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, "Treat the wounded, count the casualties!"

"Head, Ander can't do it!" Bud, who had checked his injuries, walked over with an ugly face and motioned for Jason to see a fallen mercenary!

"What?" Jason's face changed as he stepped forward urgently, and he couldn't help but gasp when he saw the injuries of the mercenaries on the ground.

The delicate chain mail made of stainless steel was cut more than a foot long, from the chest to the abdomen, and the wound that opened to the sides was more than an inch deep, and the blood gurgled outward, and even the broken ribs and wriggling internal organs could be clearly seen.

"Old fellow" Jason was a little ignorant in his eyes, looking at the middle-aged mercenary on the ground, and the other party silently squirmed a few times, Jason couldn't bear to turn his face, "Help him get out of pain!"

"Head, it's been calculated, seven dead, twelve wounded, three of them are seriously injured, I'm afraid it won't work!" Bard's face was extremely ugly, he had lost so many men in such a short period of raid, and what made him even more depressed was that there was not a single corpse left of those damned orcs except for some blood stains.

"Damn, where did these Kampas troops come from!" the severe loss made the distressed Jason grit his teeth and said coldly.

These warriors are strange, well-armed, attack like thunder and lightning and are tacitly coordinated, retreat as swift as the wind, and the powerful centaur clan, if not the elite tribe of Camppass, are the elite of the major tribes.

If it weren't for Old Benson's decisive use of fighting skills, they would probably have been defeated by those damn orcs now, and the other party would have lost more than a dozen people in exchange for zero deaths.

Thinking of the other party's hideous and violent face and crazy appearance that was not afraid of death, the young mercenaries couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts.

"Bury all the dead comrades on the spot, and the rest of us should hurry up and rest!" Jason commanded in a serious and loud voice, trying to get the mercenaries moving and not being in a state of confusion.

Moreover, the Campas orcs are notoriously resolute and stubborn, and they will never give up until they achieve their goals, this time because the other party miscalculated their strength, and once they attack next time, it will not be so simple, although the orcs are simple and upright, but the instinct of battle makes them absolutely not reverse the same mistake.

"What to do, what to do?" Looking at the direction in which the orcs had left, and looking at the Bison River Valley in the dark night behind him, Jason was in a dilemma.

What is the way forward? How can they get home? For the first time in all these years leading the mercenary group, Jason feels that he has nothing to do.

On the slave cart, behind the thick felt, a pair of calm eyes were mocking and deeply curious.

While Jason was meditating, the warriors of the Saiyan tribe were also in chaos.

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