"What should we do now, cargo friend?" asked Danny Stewart, unthinking.

"Watch others fight, and then, don't die. Jonah replied lightly, swinging his staff to knock down a skirmisher. The soldier was struck on the head and fainted neatly, and the astrologer suddenly remembered something, and used the tip of Syractina to pull away the soldier's armor leaf and tear open his shirt.

"What are you going to do, cargo friend, cargo friend, friend?" cried the Stuart man in panic, unconsciously hugging his small chest and glaring at the boy beside him with fear. Jonah was amused: "I'm not a ghoul or a psychopath, just look at the tattoos on their bodies." You see, every soldier of the Brotherhood will have a tattoo of a red two-headed bird, I don't know where it is...... Oh, there it is. ”

A crimson bird-shaped tattoo appeared on the trapezius muscle between the neck and shoulders, and Jonah thoughtfully said, "But I always felt that there was a difference between a tattoo and a tattoo." How to say it, it is as if there are two types of tattoos, representing different classes...... It's just speculation. ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Danny said sluggishly.

"Actually, I don't even know about it. The astrologer shook his head, "Someone's coming, be careful not to die." ”

Twenty guerrillas who had been scattered in the "nuclear trident" attack, each with a knife and a gun, shouted in an incomprehensible language, and their black-haired, yellow-skinned faces had a hideous expression. Danny said angrily, "Don't underestimate the best cooks, sailors, porters, surveyors, and warriors in the Endless Sand Sea! I can take care of these nobodies with just a pair of fists!" he carefully put down the big cowhide bag, rolled up his sleeves, and roared in the inexplicable lingua franca of the Eastern Continent.

The sound of fists smashing bones sounded crisply, and as Danny said, the hand-to-hand combat techniques trained by Grandmaster Magician Mykonos, one of Admiral Finn Stewart's seven companions, were indeed sharp, and although they did not have the strength to exert their fighting spirit, one soldier after another fell under the heavy iron fist, and the sword could not touch Danny's flying white robes. "How's it going, cargo friend?" the guy triumphantly turned his head to show off his results, and nearly had the tip of his nose cut off by a big axe.

Jonah didn't react. He watched the battle with cold eyes, the soldiers were supposed to be infantry from the Suiyang City Defense Army, using almost the same sword, marksmanship, and footwork, except for a guy with a dark yellow feather hanging on his helmet and the appearance of a junior officer, who was low-key among the soldiers, quietly approaching Danny Stewart, the short sword he held in his backhand stabbing out like a poisonous snake.

"Be careful, Danny!" the astrologer exclaimed. "It's early!" the boy of the Stewart family had already seen this sneak attack out of the corner of his eye, and his fists staggered the opponent's sword-holding hand in the center, and his thick and powerful arms spun like a meat grinder, and he twisted off the officer's wrist with a click. The sharp pain of the dislocation made dense beads of sweat appear on the officer's forehead, but he snorted, flew up and attacked Danny's head, making a "pop" sound, he did not check the results, only took advantage of the opponent's defense to withdraw and fly back, and at the same time hit his left palm with his right fist, and the joint made a crisp sound and automatically reset.

"Catch him!" Jonah jumped up and rushed towards the scuffle, Danny was stunned for a second, the officer had already sneaked into the crowd, and after several turnarounds, he rushed out of the battlefield and fled quickly in the direction of Suiyang City. The two companions tried to catch up, but were held back by a rush of soldiers, "Hell!" the astrologer viciously attacked the shield warrior who was in the way, and the staff rattled the shield.

"Who is that?" exhaled and slammed into an enemy, Danny looked surprised as he looked at the swollen red mark on his right arm. That kind of leg technique is very powerful, if you don't defend it in time, you will definitely be knocked to the ground with a blow, but the strange thing is that there is no martial art in the whole continent that has such a simple and direct attack technique, and the deck sailor uncle on the "Wind of Bactria" knows the fighting techniques of the world, but he has never demonstrated this kind of condensed leg technique to the extreme.

Jona was annoyed, "I don't know who it is, like I said, there seem to be two kinds of people in the Brotherhood, and that kind of person seems to have very strange abilities, and it would be nice to catch him and interrogate him...... It's all your fault! You're too slow to react!"

"It's my business!" Danny said angrily, "After the daughters, even you look down on me?, as the best sailor and cook in the Endless Sand Sea, ......"

The khaki helmets fluttered in the wind, and the junior officers ran at a constant pace at the pace of an 800-meter race, trying their best to even out their breathing. There was a tingling pain in his wrist, and he frowned deeply and cursed secretly in English. As soon as they met, he removed the joints of his knife, and casually defended against the high whip leg that was launched with all his might, are all the people in this world monsters?But a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the target had been confirmed up close just now, and the candidate who had caused an uproar in the Southern Continent and received a considerable amount of attention in the "Leviathan" did appear here, which was a credit that could impress the project director. The next thing to do is very simple, as long as you don't let this character die, you can get promoted in the "world" and in reality at the same time, - in any case, everyone only has one chance to enter the "world" to get the identity of the character, which is also the trouble of performing the mission.

Seven years of military training taught him how to adjust his breathing and reduce physical exertion during strenuous exercise. One yard away from the battle group, his mood was a little lighter, the tragic explosion that killed seventy people in an instant just now made him feel uneasy, in the face of the terrifying power comparable to the 227 mm caliber M270 rocket launcher, only luck is the most important factor in survival. That's right, he's a lucky guy, just keep going......

Thinking paused. His expression stiffened in the unheated sunlight, like a cold wax figure. With his last movement before losing consciousness, he slowly stretched out his hands to grasp the silver lance that pierced his chest. An apologetic male voice sounded in his ear: "Sorry, it's shameful to sneak up on your back, but a deserter with his back to the battlefield can't apply the virtues of a knight." May the Lord God Shirah forgive you and our sins, and sooner or later, we will meet again in heaven above the clouds. ”

Elliott's eyes radiated with sorrow, and with his left hand he drew a crescent-shaped stigmata of the main god Shira, and with his right hand he drew his riding spear. Pillars of blood erupted from the wounds, taking away the last of the officer's strength, and he fell to the ground, the cruel, beautiful, and miraculous world whirling away, waiting for him in the cold real world, and the sad fact that he had lost his character identity and could no longer rise in the "Leviathan".

The Rosenkavalier shook off the blood from the tip of his spear, hung his spear in his saddle, and raised his visor to scan the smoke-filled battlefield. He knew that his companions could deal with these enemies, and it was his duty to remove all insecurity and eliminate the possibility of summoning reinforcements in infancy. The unknown commander had caused himself some trouble with his strange polearm, but he was no worthy opponent, and his firm belief was the supreme principle of knightly warfare, and those who tried to escape with a false shot could not achieve victory.

"What's your name, knight?" the lance rested at his throat as Elliott looked down at the commander lying on the ground.

Chu Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood foam and laughed maniacally: "I don't understand what you say, you legless freak...... I won't die, the big men of the Brotherhood have put an undead curse on me, even if they kill me a hundred times......"

The tip of the gun gently pierced the skin, and the commander of the battle lost his life.

No one saw what Elliott was doing, and the buddies of the newborn pitchfork were fighting their own battles, but everyone had a heavy trust in their hearts, knowing that they would watch over each other's backs so that they could focus on the battle in front of them. The Theban Holy Team slowly rotated, and the battle of the three female warriors reached a critical moment.

Hannah Stewart put "The Admiral" back into rapid-fire mode, dodging the arrows with a series of rolls while firing at high speed at the bottom of the Thebes Saints. The scorching barrage swept over the legs and feet of the shield warriors, and the four or five warriors did not have time to put down their shield defenses, screaming and covering their feet and falling, the Holy Team immediately lowered their defenses, spit out the wounded warriors, and turned them into a smaller and more condensed oval. Although the azure water dragon has strong defenses, it flies slowly and cannot effectively resist the attack of flexible projectiles.

Hannah pulled the trigger and continued to strafe in a low position, and suddenly her thumb pulled the rate of fire to adjust the shift, and her left hand slapped the barrel from the bottom up, spitting out a string of tongues of fire into the sky, and then her thumb clicked and continued to shoot in low orbit. "Two spearmen swap shields!Medium and low defensive stance!Isn't the attack magic all right?" shouted the commander. The fire mage couldn't speak, and the "Flame Explosion" magic had been channeled to a critical stage, and a huge orange-yellow fireball was condensing in the air.

The bullets made a ping-pong pop-pong explosion on the shield, and the shield infantry could feel the heavy impact of each projectile, striking the steel shield like a hammer, and the hand holding the shield was numb. Thankfully, the Thebes Saints are behind them, and as long as they keep going, the hateful woman in red will run out of bullets one day. The shield infantry thought so, trying to protect his body and feet with his shield. At this moment, there was a slight whistling in the air, and a black curtain like mosquitoes fell from the sky, rustling through the crowd, splashing hot blood raindrops. The bullet entered the helmet, passed through the eye socket, and wrenched the brains of the shield infantrymen into paste, and until the moment of death he did not think about where the offensive came from.

"Whoa!" the Thebes Saints' defenses collapsed. More than a dozen infantrymen fell to the ground. Hannah Stewart stealthily fired a high-parabolic projectile into the sky, and no one expected that the bullets with a hump-shaped arc would be delayed for more than a dozen seconds before appearing overhead, and the defense could not take care of the sky and the earth at the same time.

The perimeter defenses were chaotic, the rotation stopped, and the fragile core of the Theban Holy Team was revealed, and the commander and the fire mage stared blankly at the woman opposite, and the water mage mobilized the water dragon to block the incoming attack.

Hannah Stewart clicked the gun and replaced it with the thickest barrel, "Highest output...... "Six vents erupted five yards of white vapor columns, and the recoil pushed the woman's feet into a furrow in the ground, and the light illuminated the pretty cheeks of Stewart's contemporary head of the house, Furui Bubo.