Camp in the woods.

The robbers were awakened by the sudden sound of shouting and shouting, and immediately found the whole camp boiling.

"Enemy attack?"

A robber with a bright head, a full beard, and hair like a bird's nest rolled over and sat up, and quickly grabbed the weapon beside him.

One after another, people woke up, all like him, first nervously looking for weapons, and then looking around in confusion.

Seeing that he had not been raided, the bearded robber was relieved, and then he found that everyone had gathered at the gate of the camp.

It was from the main tent that the noise came, and it seemed that a fierce conflict had erupted inside.

Like the others, the bearded bandit was not nervous, he was well aware of the baron's fighting power and did not believe that anyone could defeat his leader.

As soon as he stepped out of the tent, the onlookers in front of the tent in the distance let out a cry of surprise, and a figure flew out wrapped in the curtain and fell in front of everyone.

Looking at the dress, it seems to be the baron's tent guard.

Then a figure in a gray cloak burst out of the tent, holding a guard in one hand in front, and when he went out, he suddenly slammed the hostage in his hand into the crowd that stood in the way.

Seeing the smashing guards, people avoided one after another, and taking advantage of this opportunity, the figure rushed out of the encirclement that had not yet been formed like a gust of wind, and then rushed towards him quickly.

He was agile and fast, nimbly navigating obstacles on the road, while quickly bringing down his companions who were blocking the road, and not mending his knife, as if in a hurry to escape.

Constantly firing crossbow arrows, the figure runs as if it has eyes in the back of its head, and it is always just right to easily dodge all ranged attacks.

When he couldn't dodge, he swung his steel sword, flicked the axe away, and continued to run at a high speed.

The bearded man is also a veteran, and it only took less than 2 seconds to judge that he was definitely not the opponent of this person.

In front of everyone's eyes, he could not retreat, and thinking of the baron's methods, the man shuddered, gritted his teeth, and raised his weapon.

The enemy was in front of him in a blink of an eye, and the bearded man shouted, raised his shield in front of him, and slammed into it.

The target nimbly turned to one side, dodging the impact, which he expected, and the bearded man had already slashed the tomahawk in his hand just as he turned sideways.

The battle axe, which had been gathering momentum for a long time, went straight to the enemy who was unstable because of the sound of the wind breaking the wind.

This set of shield axes with 2 combos is a bearded man's skill, and he can win surprisingly against the enemy every time, but this time he obviously hit the iron plate.

As if the enemy had already known what he was thinking, he suddenly swung the steel sword in his hand and slammed it into the handle of the battle axe from the side.

The powerful tomahawk is difficult to defend directly, and the opponent chooses to unload, and delicately and accurately strikes the wooden handle of the tomahawk from the side, causing its direction to shift.

The agility of the body is unusually fast, and a slight twist of the body makes the mustache's inevitable blow miss.

The robber's attack with all his strength did not fall into place, and his body was suddenly staggered, and when he regained his footing, he found that the man had rushed past him with the sound of the wind.

The time of the fight was only a moment, and he didn't even have time to see the other party's face clearly, only remembering a pair of murderous amber eyes that shone with cold light.

The bearded man turned quickly, only to find that the man was still running towards the iron cage on the side of the camp, where there was no way out but a steep cliff.

What does he want to do?

It didn't take long for him to get his answer.

The man ran to the front of the iron cage and stopped, then stretched out his left hand, and immediately, terrifying flames erupted from his hand.

The blazing flames swept upward, drowning the mongrels who were barking wildly on the rails of their cages.

Magic!

The bearded man stared dumbfounded at the terrible flames, and at the vicious dogs that were engulfed in flames and struggled a few times, and then lay feebly on the ground, wailing and twitching.

Goddess Meritelli, I'm going crazy!

This guy knows magic, and he's going to great lengths not to run away, risking his life just to kill a few dogs with magic!

When the swarming robbers saw the terrible condition of the mongrel dogs, they immediately stopped, and their eyes began to flicker.

"What are you doing in a daze, give it to me, kill him!"

An angry roar came from behind the crowd, none other than Captain Smith, who violently pushed the men behind him before striding through the passage where the crowd had moved out of the way.

When Jazz walked past him, the bearded man realized that his left ear was gone, and the wound was bleeding outward.

Smith's mind at this time was completely occupied by anger, and he couldn't even care about his injured ear, he just wanted to break the demon hunter in front of him into pieces.

He was a little puzzled to see Huck stab a sword through a crack in the fence and kill the last mild muttling dog with minor injuries.

I don't understand why the other party escaped from the camp and didn't run away quickly, but came to kill the dog.

But none of this matters, now there is a cliff behind him, there is no way forward, he is already in a catastrophe.

"Hey, that big fool named Smith, don't you want to test if my sword is powerful? Do you dare to go it alone? ”

"You're looking for death, don't move, he's mine!"

Hearing the shout, the crossbowmen, who had already taken aim, glanced at each other and let go of their fingers that were fastened to the bracket.

Jazz's eyes were horribly red and he was in tears, and he had to blink from time to time to relieve the pain in his eyes.

The vision was still not too clear, and the pain in his eyes was unbearable, but none of this could stop the angry knight, who now wanted to immediately break the demon hunter in front of him into pieces.

The captain of the guard snatched a round shield from the robber beside him, and immediately walked forward with his sword in hand.

Huck was overjoyed to see the enemy take the bait, clenched his steel sword in both hands, and waited quietly for the opponent to approach with a hoe.

The Demon Hunter had already anticipated the current situation, so he had already thought of countermeasures in advance.

Perhaps when he was first asked to disarm the blindfold, he wasn't sure.

But when he was taken directly to the robber's old camp, he knew that the other party was most likely not well-intentioned.

A normal person would never easily expose his hiding place to a stranger, unless, he was not at all worried that the other party would go to the informant.

What happened in the tent confirmed his thoughts, but fortunately, the witcher had been prepared.

There are actually three reasons why he is aware of the danger and still risks himself.

One is that he is really interested in this baron with a mixed reputation.

The second is to ask something from the baron's mouth to find clues related to Tsubaki, who imprisoned the banshee.

The third is that he is confident enough to get out.

In the tent, he used his seat to hold off the enemy, and after pulling back his steel sword, he immediately put on the Quinn shield.

Seeing the robber rushing in at the door, and the baron, who looked fierce at first glance, also raised his two-handed greatsword, Huck did not panic at all.

He threw an alchemy bomb out as Smith leaped up.

The foehn had been ignited prematurely, and was thrown into the storage space just as the lead was about to burn into the seal.

He had done this experiment before, and the ignited object would not go out after entering the storage space, nor would it continue to burn, a bit like the effect of time standing still.

This characteristic made it possible for him to envision an instantaneous explosive bomb.

The effect of the foehn is mainly to use the blind eye of the celandine powder, and the fragments have a certain lethality, but they have no effect on him with a shield at all.

The air pressure of the explosion, the flying debris, and the powder that filled the tent caused chaos inside.

Losing sight and suddenly encountering a sudden mutation, Smith's heart was shaken, and his attack missed, unsurprisingly.

After dodging the attack, Huck quickly slashed out a sword, and the knight also counted it, and when his eyes hurt greatly and he lost his vision, he still instinctively turned his head and dodged the fatal blow.

The steel sword swept past the side of his head, slicing off an ear, but not doing more damage.

Sensing that not far away, in the dust, the baron, who could still lock his position, was rushing over, and the witcher did not dare to stay long, and slammed into the chaotic enemy.

The dagger that suddenly appeared in his hand grazed a man's neck, and after dodging the spear and hammer that one man wielded indiscriminately, kicked him out of the tent with one leg.

Then the dagger stabbed the other man in the chest, and he carried the man out of the tent after the one who flew out.

The whole set of actions was done in one go, so that the people in the tent who were in a panic because of the bomb dust had no time to stop it.

At this time, seeing the Smith knight roaring and rushing up, the witcher smiled slightly, because he found that the baron had also squeezed in.