"Blood Debt and Blood Repayment-!!!"

In the wind and snow of the Tallinn Valley, the roar of the clouds of this small city turned into a storm that swept back and forth between the mountains and villages - as if every tree, every stone, behind every hill, and even in the snow in the distance, countless barbarian warriors roared out and tore all the mercenaries who dared to resist to shreds!

The barbarian warriors who rushed out of the hillsides and dense forests surrounded the entire settlement, and the terrifying roars made even the veteran mercenaries who had been in battle for a long time frightened their faces, and nervously clenched the spears in their hands even tighter, and all the shouts and horns were hidden in the roar that resounded through the valley.

"A bunch of brutes!" Robin, gritting his teeth, pulled out another arrow from the quiver on his back, and shot it out without even aiming, and the black shadow whistled away, and a barbarian warrior who had just tried to climb over the fence showed his head, and was pierced through the throat, and his body fell with a shake.

"Damn, are those bastards all deaf?" the standard-bearer then blew the trumpet!" Robin scolded the herald behind him, pointing to the wooden tower in the center of the settlement, "Climb up to me and wake up all those damn deaf!"

"It's useless, Captain Robin!" Looking at the little Captain Robin, who usually gets along with everyone, he was already angry at this time, but the herald could only cry with a sad face: "If they could hear it, they would have heard it a long time ago, and I'm afraid they ......"

"A bunch of cowards!" Robin's face darkened, but he couldn't do anything but sulk, he stomped his feet fiercely, "Hold the fence, don't let those crazy barbarians rush in - that's all over!"

There is no need for him to order this kind of thing, and in order to survive, the mercenaries present did not dare to slack off in the slightest and stuck to their respective posts. Bloody battles with barbarian warriors who want to tear them apart completely. Robin was suddenly a little frustrated, he realized that his role at such times was just that of an archer, and he couldn't even motivate everyone.

"Open the door, and I'll go and bring in the brethren from outside. Suddenly Shirell, who was standing behind Robin, pressed his shoulder, and his voice was a little weak: "They just couldn't find the leader, so they were scared." ”

"Shirel?!" Robin, startled, twisted his head. Seeing the extremely resolute eyes of the purple-haired mercenary, Robin, who was panting rapidly, gritted his teeth: "No, yet, let me go, you stay here - I can't let you go on an adventure!"

"Don't be stupid, Robin. Shirrell pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword behind his back, and a silver half-arc slashed in front of him, and the heavy blade smashed to the ground: "It's more useful for you to stay here, really!"

With that, Shirrell, with his two-handed sword on his shoulder, was already standing in front of the gate of the village. At this very moment. A barbarian cavalry outside the fence suddenly leaped up, directly over the shield wall blocking the front, and roared fiercely and grabbed the throwing spear in his hand, just a few feet, straight towards her.

Suddenly, the two-handed swords on her shoulders were already hanging on the ground, and the female mercenary who was lunging over dragged the long sword behind her with her right hand, only at the moment when the leaping cavalry landed. Grabbed the hilt of the sword and picked up an afterimage, the barbarian cavalry who hadn't even thrown their spears out. The right arm and head holding the spear had fallen to the ground from mid-air, and the headless corpse, sprayed with blood, fell straight from the warhorse.

Shrell, who grabbed the reins of the horse, turned over and got on the horse, his whole body clinging to the horse's back, and his right hand holding his two-handed greatsword, like an invisible, wind leaping directly over the fence!

"Damn it. Damn it, damn it!" Robin, who kept muttering, cursed as he drew arrows from the quiver and shot them at all the barbarian warriors who had pointed their spears at Shrell: "Let these cowards who bully more and less also taste the local product of the West Coast, the javelin!"

"Silver blood. Silver Blood!" the mercenaries shouted in unison, pulling out harpoon-like spears from behind their backs and throwing them out of the fence in rows - unlike the conical spears of the Turinees, which could tear through armor and shields, if they tried to pull out, they would tear the whole piece of flesh apart, and the pain alone would kill a person alive!

Silrell was alone in the crowd of the barbarian army running wildly, the javelins and flying arrows that kept falling behind her opened the way for her, the long sword was horizontal, and the eyes and hands quickly slashed directly at the head of a barbarian warrior who rushed over with a spear, and the silver sword light accompanied by flying blood directly killed through the enemy's line.

"Captain Shirrell?!"

Outside the village, a few mercenary captains standing behind the shield wall almost immediately noticed the figure that had slain from the enemy—Shirel's long purple hair had long since become a symbol of the entire silver blood, and no one knew about it.

The moment they saw Shyrrell, several mercenary captains still had a bit of shame on their faces - after all, in order to survive, they barely stopped the barbarian warriors who rushed to the settlement, and they were all embarrassed and speechless. The female mercenary didn't intend to talk nonsense with them at all, and rode on her horse and raised her blood-stained sword in her hand: "Everyone line up - attack the village and repel them!"

"Array, array!" The mercenary captains "woke up from a dream" one by one, shouting and scolding and giving orders to the soldiers around them, and the silver blood mercenaries, who had no time to completely rectify, formed rows of shield walls in a very messy manner, and charged towards the enemy in front of the settlement!

As if they didn't realize that the enemy behind them would suddenly attack, the seemingly fierce attack of the unprepared barbarian warriors immediately weakened, but these bloodthirsty barbarians immediately turned around and screamed and pounced towards the seemingly loose shield wall.

One after another, people fell in the snow, and those behind rushed up to fill his position, and the wave-like shield wall launched a charge against the enemy again and again. Gradually, the morale of the barbarian warriors who had never been able to capture the village gradually began to decline, and after launching several attacks on the Silver Blood Mercenary Regiment, which was almost about to encircle them, they completely collapsed and fled in all directions.

In the midst of the scuffle, Shirrell did not give the order to pursue, but just asked the mercenaries to quickly clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded brothers who had not yet breathed. The mercenaries, whose morale had also plummeted, did not have any idea of "expanding the results of the battle", and began to busily get busy with their work, searching for the bodies of the fallen brothers one by one, and then burying them on the spot.

The scattered barbarians threw down a lot of weapons, especially consumables such as throwing guns and shields, which were urgently needed by them on the march, and they would deal with several battles next, so they naturally had to collect as much as possible.

As for the bones of the enemy, they were all in the wilderness of corpses - in the cold of winter, they did not need to worry about the plague, and naturally they had no intention of collecting the corpses of the enemy.

After a little counting, the casualties of the entire Silver Blood were nearly a hundred people, and the enemy probably threw down an almost equal number of corpses - it could only be regarded as a draw, and it was still prepared on their own side, and if they encountered it again, I am afraid it would not be so easy to "pass".

But the morale of the mercenaries was far worse than that - for a whole day, the silent mercenaries dug trenches, repaired wooden walls and watchtowers, and began to strengthen the defenses here, erecting a wooden fort strong enough to prepare for the next enemy attack.

But for Shirrell, what really frightened her was much more than these enemies - it wasn't scary if it was just a bunch of barbarians who were lying in ambush and ready to attack them, but it was likely that the enemy had already left the Red Horse Canyon and headed for Edward, who was still marching on the road.

"That guy is dangerous right now, and he doesn't know it yet......" Standing at the top of the watchtower, looking at the snowy Shirrell in the distance, he whispered to himself. (To be continued.) )