ps: Rolling for collection recommended Sanjiang tickets. What's that, Carvin at the end of the volume. There are only 13,000 today, so let me think about it.

The steel blade, which was still colder than the ice, sliced through the cowhide neck guard, and after breaking a few fixed round iron nails, it easily pierced the warrior's skin. With an eerie grinding sound between steel and bone, the tomahawk slashed into the mercenary's jaw. Rriga wielded the power in both arms, sending the blade forward until it tore most of his foe's neck open, splattering large strands of blood from within.

"Go and enjoy Avne's kiss of death. Raising his left foot vigorously, the Quid roared and kicked at the enemy. The wide soles of his feet slammed into the abdomen of the mercenary's corpse, and the massive brute force contained in it was vented, causing the pathetic creature to fly out until he knocked down a Terran warrior who had rushed over, and the two of them rolled into the pile of snow together.

Finding that his companions were easily defeated by Riga one by one, the heavily armed mercenary captain immediately rushed over, wielding his sword and fighting the Quaids. His body is as tall as the Quaid, but the berserk Riga wields even more brutal power. So on the first weapon impact, the captain's weapon was crooked, allowing the sharp axe blade to slash through his shoulder.

With a tooth-sore grinding sound, the blade of the axe sliced through the mercenary's chain mail, splitting several raised iron rings. Riga wanted to split the captain's head again, so he used his arms to control the movement of the tomahawk with brute force, causing it to slash through at a tricky angle. But by this time, the Terrans who were rapidly retreating had already reacted, and they dodged the heavy battle axe in their dexterous back.

With the flames of battle flashing in his eyes, the hunter turned to his side, allowing the tomahawk to change direction again. Like a hook thrown out, the blade hangs right on the stomach of a mercenary as it moves backwards. The awl-sharp tip pierced the leather armor, and as Riga lifted it hard, the mercenary was sliced open in the stomach by the axe blade, and then lifted up to the chest and fell to the other side.

"You damned Quaid demon! The great god Misal will not tolerate your presence. He watched his subordinates wail on the ground, bright red and viscous blood flowing from their wounds. The huge and horrific wounds left the mercenaries to watch their comrades die, and watch as the blood slowly seeps into the snow and stains the permafrost red. The mercenary captain, whose hands were still numb, howled in pain, but the cold wind that poured in from his mouth and nose made him cough violently, as if he were about to spit out his lungs.

After the madness, Riga was like an angry snow bear, the battle axe in his hand swinging, and the scream as he cut through the icy air, so that none of the mercenaries dared to fight him. The Quaid warriors who followed behind roared and swung their weapons, but when they rushed near the mercenaries, they found that the enemy had already begun to retreat. In the face of the extremely fierce Quaid barbarians of Riga, the well-trained mercenaries who had already been repeatedly tortured by the ice fields immediately lost all courage.

No one cared even to the three weak captives, until they had sharpened their ropes and run desperately through the snow. They knew what they were going to do, and the mercenaries might let them go, even as the lowliest slaves. But the Quaids, who pounced on them like wild beasts, did not have such kindness. As the three Jants knew, the savage Quid warriors would decapitate them, dismember their corpses, and then hold them up as sacrifices to the mad gods.

"Cowardly bastards! vile aliens!" the flaxen-haired warrior jumped up anxiously and insulted the Terrans with the loudest shouts he could get, but except for the last three mercenary fighters who remained with the captain, the others ran off into the distance without looking back.

"Enjoy the punishment of the furious. The crazy warrior roared and rushed to the front. Upon seeing a mercenary wielding a weapon, he violently jumped up from the ground, raising a cloud of snowflakes and bringing the broad soles of his feet wrapped in snow badger skin together. The warrior eventually kicked the Terran with his back to him to the ground, leaving it to pounce on the snow in embarrassment, and the sword flew far away.

"Shirag is on top!" the warrior scrambled but quickly got up from the snow, not even having time to wipe the snowflakes off his face. He searched the snow with his eyes dipped in melted water, only to find that the kicked mercenary had lost his life. The Quaid warrior who had fought with him before severed the Terran's neck with a battle axe, and then tied the terrified Terran head to a belt around his waist.

"You tanuki who steal food. The long-haired warrior roared, his face flushed. But he quickly gave up arguing with his companions and turned to pounce on the last of his enemies.

The mercenary's wrist was gripped by his broad palms, and the Quaid warrior slammed it to the ground until the Terran sword fell and sank deep into the soft snow. The warrior let go of the mercenary, who had begun to get dazed from blood loss, and pulled the dagger from his leg before his brain was fully awake. The sharp blade slid along the crease of his neck, and the warrior made the mercenary struggle violently, only to suffocate to death with the 'gurgling' sound of blood pouring into the trachea.

The last remaining Terran mercenaries were quickly defeated, and in an instant only the captain was left to resist, but as Riga wielded his battle axe became more and more powerful, defeat had become his foregone conclusion.

The steel battle axe arced around the air in an irregular arc, and Riga allowed it to re-slash in the shortest amount of time each time, slamming into the enemy's longsword. With both hands clenching the hilt of the sword, the mercenary kept a simple and unpretentious bull position. This would have allowed him to launch a stabbing counterattack at any time while resisting the slash, but in fact, the brute force transmitted from the tomahawk had already made the mercenary's hands tingle, and even the iron ring on the glove had been deeply squeezed into the back of the hand in the slide.

The Quaid warriors at the top of the hill rushed down at the start of the battle, but the long distance took them time to hurry. By the time they arrived at the battlefield, the mercenary captain had already been beheaded by the hunters. Taking advantage of the numbness in his hands, Riga turned the axe blade with great ease, slashing along the sideburns of the Terrans. The steel blade sliced through the thick leather of the helmet, then pierced through the iron sheet inside, prying open the mercenary's skull in a somewhat jerky slide.

"Catch up and kill them!" Riga held the left hand on the handle of the axe and let go, and Riga held out his cold, stiff fingers. Sliding along the narrow wound on the Terran's head, it was only after enough blood had been dipped in it that Quaid withdrew his arm and smeared the blood his left cheek, leaving three bright red marks.

The mercenaries had never been so frightened, they had seen Quaid barbarians fall under the fire of horned bows and crossbows, and they had seen powerful magic tear apart a group of barbarians who pounced on them, but when they fought these enemies with their weapons, the madness and strength of Quaid warriors nearly broke them.

"Alani (the one in charge of outlining the thread of death in the Three Goddesses of Fate), this damn bitch. While praying for her peace, he brushed his fingertips over my forehead. As he ran forward, the mercenary with sore legs couldn't help but curse, spewing out a cloud of hot air from his mouth, but it all ended up frosting on his beard. "We're going to have a dozen vicious Quaids. Missal, save your faithful. Even I was willing to buy a box of indulgence rolls. ”

"Blessed by the god of harvest. The other panting warrior did not insult the gods with such audacity as he did. "I only hope to get rid of the enemy behind me before I reach the camp. ”

The mercenaries quickly became tired from running quickly, and they quickly chose to drop their belongings in order to use every ounce of physical strength in the right place. This includes a pouch for food and a skin pouch for water. By the end of the day, the mercenaries were left with only leather armor and weapons to protect themselves, and even the wide, warm white cloak was abandoned in the snow behind them.

As the silver moon moved in the sky, the dim light of the tulle began to dissipate. The Holy Eye moved slowly but surely to the west, making room for the neutral red moon that was about to rise. Although they had not yet reached the red moon, they felt the cold red moonlight coming from the east, and the mercenaries quickened their pace, cursing the Quaid warriors who followed them. Until now, these warriors had decided that the enemy in front of them would not be able to escape, so they would also pick up the items discarded by the mercenaries and carry them behind them excitedly. Until the huge camp hidden in the valley was completely exposed.

"Hirag, is this a Terran camp?" the long-haired flaxen-haired warrior muttered as he looked in front of him, his blue eyes shining with surprise and fanatism. "Now my sword can drink blood. ”

But they were met with a rain of arrows. The mercenaries who fled back to the camp quickly became ferocious, snatching the sentry's horned bow behind him and immediately shooting at the Quaids who were chasing them. The weapons of the Iron Arrows flew through the air, piercing through the icy air as if they were freezing, but the cold wind above made them shiver. The tail feathers of the Great Chill feathers swayed in the wind, allowing the arrows to shoot into unknown corners.

"Quaid. The sentry's screams made the camp boil, and a large group of mercenaries ran out of the tents, weapons in hand. They lined up in a neat line, facing Rhega and his companions, until a robed figure stepped out of the tent in the center.

Still a slightly thin white robe, Orlando, the Terran mage who had blasted Quaid Camp open with magic, slowly burrowed out with his staff, his eyes sweeping over the top of the hillside without any emotion. He shook his fingers slightly, and then a small practical spell was blessed on him.

"Expand his vision", a low-level version of the Eagle Eye technique, allowed him to see the enemy on the opposite side, only a dozen or so Quaid warriors.

"You idiots. The mage cursed angrily, and then called the officer on duty for the night. "Does a dozen Quaids scare you to such an extent? How did the valiant warrior Morton become so cowardly?"

A blush flashed across his face, which had been frozen to a blue and white face, and the officer finally answered the mage's question seriously. "It's a search party that's back, and they're suffering heavy losses. However, he brought back three captives, supposedly hired warriors in red robes. ”