Under the sharp arrow, the two members of the mercenary group fell one after another.

On the tall branches of the leafy foliage, there are elves one tall and one short, who stand with bows and are heroic.

One of the mercenaries was shot by a small night elf named Eva, who was about 1.6 meters tall and had a cold gaze that looked like a condensed look after being weathered on the battlefield.

The other elf, named Pouchie, was tall and tall, with strong legs, like a work of art combining strength and femininity.

"Eva, you lose, the person I shot will fall to the ground first."

"No, you lost, you made him speak, and besides, my arrows were also released later."

"Is that so?"

"Do you have any other follow-ups? For example, archery? If you do two more blows to the corpse, I'll take you as a winner. ”

"Hey! You two stop talking nonsense, have you cleaned up this area? ”

Just as the two were fighting each other, a coquettish cheer came from behind them.

"Captain, it's been dealt with."

The slim Pucci responded first, and then she quickly climbed down the branches, and after landing steadily, her slender legs straddled the panther who was waiting on the spot, and Eva jumped down from the tree and sat down on the back of her leopard rider.

"Sassy ......"

The surrounding bushes were all sounding continuously, and the night sentinels who had been hidden before appeared one by one, and dozens of figures gathered here, leading the team of night sentinels named Luna, who was in good shape, and shouted to the team members:

"There is a feint attack by our guerrilla troops at the front, involving the main forces of the enemy." Luna paused, pinned a strand of long hair with sideburns behind her ear, and continued to add: "We are attacking in the rear, and we will kill anyone we see, everyone get ready, and after listening to me snap my fingers, we will set off immediately."

With a determined look in her eyes, Luna remembered the news she had received from the Whistlehawk that the rain of natural disasters had descended on their village, and that humans had set up camp near their village this time, so it was inferred that the humans were most likely behind the incident.

Clutching the dagger in her hand, Luna thought of her innocent sister dying at the hands of humans, and a wave of hatred was born in her heart—those with bad intentions will not be tolerated.

With resentment, Luna looked at the sisters in front of her and raised her arms and shouted, "Moon Goddess, bless us with victory!"

"Moon Goddess, bless us with victory!" The other Night Sentinels responded.

"Smack!"

With a snap of her fingers, the Black Panther Cavalry leaped out of the woods, leaping over low wooden fences and over human tents to the square where the other party had gathered.

The camp of the Fire Dragon Mercenary Group is an hourglass-shaped layout, that is, the fan-shaped open space connecting the gate is the square where the gathering, and the area outside the fan is the living area of the mercenaries.

The camp is surrounded by a large wooden fence, and although there are no strong fortifications, the low enclosure fence and the camp patrol in shifts have served as basic protective measures.

The vast majority of the mercenaries here are low-level professions, and the low-level ones are also divided into three levels, in general, the professions are generally divided into three levels and nine orders, just like the gray-robed Chris is a fifth-order water magician, and the red-haired Joan is a sixth-order swordsman, both of which belong to the intermediate professions.

Standing on a wooden box with red hair and a heroic dress, Joan looked up at the forest to the west outside the camp, and faintly seemed to see the black clouds under the distant sky.

And the mercenaries under his command, after hearing the movement of the enemy attack, came to the wide camp square one after another, there was no so-called discipline, let alone the habit of standing in a queue, and the people of the fire dragon mercenary group stood in groups of two and in a disorderly manner.

"What the hell is going on?"

I don't know who in the crowd asked first.

"I don't know."

"Didn't you say an enemy attack? What about people. ”

"I just arrived in this square, and I didn't see anything."

In the square, the mercenaries exchanged heads.

"Quiet!"

In the wide open square, a high-pitched male voice sounded, and the originally noisy scene immediately fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to the man on the wooden box.

"Attention everyone! See the raised platform outside the gate? Tell me, what do you see? ”

"Dead people." The answer came from the crowd one after another.

"Very well, what does that mean?"

"Someone put cold arrows." In the crowd, several more voices were heard.

"Yes, that's it, outside the camp, someone shot our archers with a secret arrow, this is a provocation to us, as an iron-blooded man, what should we do."

"Kill them!"

At this time, there were a few hoarse roars from the crowd at the end.

There was a mercenary on patrol last night, standing in the square and sleepy, every time he played haha, he could hear his companions shouting at the top of his voice, as long as the deputy head of the regiment asked a question above, he would shout below, once or twice, shouting that his head was buzzing.

Seeing this, the mercenary who stayed up all night patrolling patted the other party's shoulder, yawned, and reminded in a sleepy voice:

"Hah...... Brother, can you stop for a while? If you're so serious, why don't you join the army? ”

"Joining the army? Why did I join the army? The man who was echoing the deputy head was puzzled.

"That's not, I see that you are full of enthusiasm for the leader's questioning, and every time the deputy head of the regiment says something, don't you always yell next to me. Like us, a group of mercenaries who only want to enjoy freedom and greedy profits, if they are all as serious as you, then it is better to become soldiers, after all, the future of being a soldier is greater, and I can't imagine that I can become a general or something in the end. ”

"Am I serious? You know a fart, I'm called a foil, the captain gave me money in private, let me take the lead in supporting the deputy head of the regiment, and they even helped me ...... lines."

But before the man finished speaking, there were dozens of sounds in the forest, and arrows cut through the sky, facing the red-haired man on the wooden box one after another.

"Whoosh ......"

The galloping arrows frightened the supporter, who cowered behind the mercenary who stayed up all night, and shouted, "Yes...... There is an enemy attack! The wind howled. ”

However, in the face of a group of dark arrows that locked on him, the red-haired Joan sneered.

Then his right hand was quickly pressed to his waist, clenching the hilt of the sword he was wearing, and a red light seemed to flash in his pupils, and he muttered in a low voice:

"Sword Skills, Whirlwind Cutting Iron!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the arc light was half-revealed, and the sharp mang that came out of the sheath from his waist slashed away in the air.

The raging wind protruded, the sword qi overflowed, and the strong qi squeezed the arrows.

On the square, all the mercenaries applauded and applauded when they saw the deputy commander's fierce combat skills.

"Wow! The deputy head of the regiment is mighty, and the deputy commander is domineering. ”

"Wow! Wow!!It was a warrior's seventh-order skill, Whirlwind Slashing, but I didn't expect the head of a sixth-order swordsman to be able to leapfrog it. ”

"! No matter how powerful the deputy head is, you can't be foolish, this whirlwind slashing iron is obviously a sixth-order swordsman, and you can use the scroll to learn the skill. ”

“……”

Sometimes, a one-hour speech by a leader is far less than a moment of show-off on the field, and it is more popular.