Chapter 223: Sun Fei: I'm passing by

"It's strange, few people know about this lake, how can there be so many people?" Seeing that most of the places on the shore of the lake in the distance had been occupied in advance, Old Zola's face was a little confused, the recommended camping place was occupied first, he was a little miscalculated, this guide was not a good guide.

"It's okay, let's go over and have a look first!" Sun Fei looked at the firelight in the distance, his heart moved slightly, and he smiled: "I see that there are still some places by the lake, although they are a little crowded, but they are enough for us to camp!"

And yet, at this moment – whoosh——!

A white arrow with blood suddenly shot from the darkness in the distance, and was inserted into the ground under the feet of the foot in front of him with a 'grabbing' sound, halfway into the ground, the tail feathers buzzed and trembled, and the blood beads scattered, and with the roar of the arrow, a fierce and domineering shout came from the trees in the distance: "The Blood Knife Mercenary Group is here to deal with stationing errands, and if you don't want to die, get out of it as soon as possible!"

The blood-dripping white feather arrows indicate that one step further will kill without mercy.

This kind of warning method is common in the continent of Azeroth, and the Chambord Expeditionary Force has used it in the territory of Black Rock before, although the other party's words are a little arrogant, but it is still in line with the rules, if there is really a mercenary group in the distance to deal with some private matters, it is indeed unconventional for Sun Fei and his party to rush over recklessly.

However, after hearing the other party's self-registration number, Sun Fei's face changed with a brush.

Not only Sun Fei, but also the two people around him, Old Zola and Modric, even began to tremble uncontrollably.

They clenched their fists tightly, and their eyes burned with rage.

Blood Knife Mercenary Group!

It turned out to be a bloody knife mercenary group!

These simple five words represent a terrifying nightmare for countless Chambord City miners.

Because eighty or ninety percent of the Chambord miners were captured and sold to the mines of the Black Rock Country in the Scorching Sun Mountains by this mercenary group using various means both openly and covertly. Blood Knife is a fifth-level mercenary group, which has a good reputation in the Zenit Empire, and there are many masters in the group, and the reputation is far and wide, in order to make money, you can take on any mercenary task, and catching slaves is one of the important means for this mercenary group to collect money in private, and many weak fifth and sixth vassal states under the rule of the empire have suffered from it, but because these old ruffians are cunning and cautious and have a strict organization, they have the secret support of some imperial nobles behind them, and they almost never leave any living words and evidence, so even if they make trouble in the imperial capital, the law enforcement team of the Imperial Knight Palace has no big way to deal with them。

It is worth mentioning that in the continent of Azeroth, mercenaries are a peculiar force.

In fact, another word that is more familiar and friendly to Sun Fei's memories of his previous life can more accurately describe their interest and work - that is, mercenaries. They generally do not belong to any country, but they have infiltrated any part of the continent, accepting various commissions from any individual and force, including participating in wars, and even in the wars between some empires, they will appear, in terms of strength, although some powerful mercenary groups do not have territory and titles, but they have the force comparable to the empire.

The Blood Knife Mercenary Group is one of the three top mercenary groups in the Zenit Empire.

Sun Fei jumped down from the big black dog's back and rubbed its head, the beast understood what Sun Fei meant, and pulled the confused Angel back to the middle of the group. Sun Fei looked at a hundred-year-old giant tree in the distance, his eyes were like electricity, and he instantly saw a cold, short and thin mercenary with a crossbow standing on the branch, wearing a dark black power suit, with a scimitar pattern dripping with bright red blood droplets embroidered on the placket and sleeves, grinning provocatively towards his side.

Sun Fei smiled at him, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Then he waved his hand, held the blood-dripping white feather arrow on the ground in his hand, and snapped it into two with a click.

The meaning of this action is to seek revenge and never die.

The short and thin mercenary's face changed, especially after seeing the team of people behind Sun Fei, he was even more shocked in his heart, and he felt something similar to a horn with his backhand and was about to put it in his mouth to blow a warning...... And yet—with a whoosh, a sharp arrow silently pierced the night sky and into his newly opened mouth...... Puff ——!

The short, thin mercenary didn't even scream, and he was carried down from the tree.

Whoosh whoosh ——!!

At the same time, a series of arrows shot out from the bowstring of the blonde boy Fernando Torres like beads, the speed of the sharp arrows was incredibly fast, but there was no sound of breaking through the air, and the blood surged up, like the cold tentacles of death, and inadvertently shot to death several other bloody knife mercenary group sentries on other trees who were about to issue warnings.

One arrow kills a soul, and the arrow is merciless.

Sun Fei smiled and gave an appreciative look to the blonde boy beside him, worthy of himself to develop him in the direction of the Sagittarius Golden Saint Seiya, Torres's talent and aura in archery are indeed rare.

"Outflank!"

Sun Fei made a gesture, and the wardens Oleg, Torres, and Peter Cech each led ten Saint Seiya to quickly surround them on three sides, and Sun Fei alone led Old Zola and Mordridge to walk slowly towards the firelight crowd in the distance.

By the lake, the night is getting deeper.

On the side of the stone forest by the lake, the torches snapped and burst into sparks, and the two groups of people were facing each other in the cold forest.

One of the waves of people who looked like a caravan, about forty people, dressed in light armor and neatly equipped, were tightly surrounded in the middle, each of these forty people had nervous looks on their faces, and some of them even had cold sweats. At the head stood an old man with a red nose and black robe, and beside him stood a white-clothed swordsman and a charming young woman wearing a long red dress that seemed to be burning in the night.

On the periphery, there are more than 200 people, all of whom are wearing dark red power suits embroidered with the blood scimitar logo of the Blood Knife Mercenary Group, not only are there many people, but also the swords and guns are bright, and there are ten strong crossbowmen, and the strong crossbow that makes people numb is aimed at the center of the field, and the cold crossbow arrows can definitely pierce the armor of the heavy knights, just like the grim smile of the god of death, and harvest life at will. Standing at the front were four chieftain-like guys in crimson light armor, a huge man with a one-eyed dragon wearing a black skin blindfold, a middle-aged man with a thick face and a loyal face, a thin white young man with a gloomy expression constantly glancing at the young woman in red on the opposite side, and a beautiful girl about eighteen years old.

The atmosphere between the two sides was clearly not friendly.

Because more than two dozen corpses had fallen in the field, most of them had died from the crossbows in their bodies, and they were obviously people from the inferior side who were surrounded.

"Blood Knife Mercenary Group?" The red-nosed and black-robed old man held a magic wand in his hand, his face was gloomy and almost dripping, and he roared fiercely: "Your Blood Knife Mercenary Group is really crazy, a small fifth-level mercenary group, dare to attack my Soros merchant group, aren't you afraid that Soros will be angry and flatten your Blood Knife mercenary group?"

"Haha, what you said is indeed right, respected Director Redknapp, the Soros merchant group is indeed wealthy, in normal times, even ten blood knife mercenary groups would not dare to be presumptuous, but who let you think that you can hide from the sky and the sea, and take that batch of goods to the short road of the Scorching Sun Mountains, but it happened to be known by our brothers, hehe, isn't this the will of heaven? Kill you, the leader of the Soros Guild will not know all this, how can he attack my blood knife mercenary group!"

The one-eyed leader of the Bloody Knife Mercenary Regiment was smiling and unmoved.

This guy is a man of flesh, seemingly rough and reckless, giving the first image of a muscular and simple-minded person, but when he speaks, he is very clear, and it hits the fighting spirit of the survivors of the Soros caravan little by little. Sun Fei heard this conversation from afar, touched his chin, and immediately knew that this guy was obviously a thick and fine character, definitely the kind of natural character who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger.

"How the hell did you know the news?" asked the black-robed old man, Redknapp, gripped his staff tightly and reluctantly.

"This matter, you go and ask the god of death yourself!" The bald giant was afraid that the night would be long and dreamy, so he didn't want to say more, and was about to order the crossbowman to shoot him, when his face suddenly changed, as if he heard something, Huo Ran turned around and looked into the distance.

This action caused everyone on both sides to be stunned, and looked at the bald giant's line of sight, but found that he didn't know that it was appropriate, and there was a black-clothed and light-armored young man in the distance who walked gracefully like a walk, with a very chic demeanor, and behind the young man was an old man and a young man, the old one was gray-haired, and the few were as thin as bamboo poles, and they all looked malnourished, as if a gust of mountain wind blew and could blow the two away.

When they got closer, everyone could see it more clearly.

The black-clothed young man's black hair flew like a waterfall, his heroic spirit was unparalleled, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes swept unabashedly over the body of the Blood Knife Mercenary Group, as if he was looking at the slaughtered pig and dog, and the old and young behind him looked a little nervous, but looking at the eyes of everyone in the Blood Knife Mercenary Group, it was like four sharp truths, and he couldn't wait to tear out the other party's heart at once.

"Who?"

If something is abnormal, it is a demon, and unconsciously let the other party enter within a hundred meters, and the dark whistle scouts arranged on the periphery did not issue the slightest warning, obviously they are already fierce and unlucky, thinking of this, the bald giant's pupils shrank slightly, and he became vigilant.

"Passing by ......"

Sun Fei replied casually.

Immediately, he almost burst out laughing, and then he realized that his answer had a special funny meaning in the network of his previous life, and it took him a long time to hold back his laughter, and he said seriously: "I suddenly saw a few acquaintances, and I came to collect debts by the way...... Well, collect some interest first!"

Sun Fei's body did not have the slightest fluctuation of fighting spirit, nor did he have surging magic elements, as if he was a weak teenager with no force at all, and the old Zola and Mordridge who followed him were even more frivolous and unstable, and they knew at a glance that they were not masters.

But it's the performance of the three of them that makes the bald giant a little unpredictable, but anyone who is a little clever is more suspicious, and he belongs to this kind of person.

Out of prudence, the one-eyed giant man did not attack immediately, but quietly hinted that the three assistants around him commanded the other mercenaries to tightly surround the people in the Soros caravan to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to escape, and then asked lightly: "Oh, debt collection, debt collection, debt collection?"

"Human life debt!" Sun Fei touched his chin, as if smiling.

"Who to ask for?" The bald giant's face changed when he heard this, and he had already thought of something.

"Blood-knife-mercenary-soldier-regimental ——!!!" Sun Fei replied word by word, at this time, his face had completely cooled, his eyes were like a knife, scraping on the face of the bald one-eyed giant, and the momentum was explosive, but for a moment, it made the master of the Blood Knife Mercenary Group have the illusion that he did not dare to look at each other.