Joel struggled to get up from the ground, his legs trembling and struggling to support Joel's body. He stood up shakingly, and looked at the scene in front of him, and his chest was completely occupied by coldness. A short crossbow arrow was inserted on his back, and the arrow was not in his body. Joel reached out to grab the crossbow arrow and pulled it out with force. The severe pain almost made him fall down again. The red hp bar in the upper left field of vision flashed again, and the value that had just recovered was reduced a lot again.

Joel threw away the blood-stained crossbow arrows and looked around. His bow and arrow had long disappeared. The side door had been opened. The thick chain broke into several pieces. The entire side door turned into charcoal. While it collapsed, it was still supported by an iron hoop. A black and muddy road was guessed in the white snow. A battle occurred in the church square. Dozens of guards were killed. Blood stained the snow in half of the church square. The two kingdom mercenaries who were killed before Joel were also still there.

Joel took two steps and took the broken spear from a guard who fell face down in the snow. Apparently he wanted to use the spear pole to block the sword of the Principal mercenary, but the sword splits open with his chain mail. Joel picked up the broken spear, and the spear tip leaned down on the snow to support his weak body. He walked towards the church. The church was built with fire-resistant wood and stone bricks, and was painted with flame-proof paint, but none of these worked. The flames still ignited its spire. The whole church was like the palace of the legendary god "The Nun of Fire".

Although the spire was burning, most of the church was still built of stone, so the flame did not completely engulf it. Joel stepped over a bloody corpse and came to the stone steps in front of the church door. The church door was closed, but it was still burning. Black smoke stretched out from the flame, like a slender tentacle. The door was closed? Joel frowned. This was a good omen, indicating that the mercenaries in the principality could not kill in again, so they set off the fire. Joel looked up and looked up at the top. The wooden world tree emblem was burning and could fall at any time. Joel limped away from the church.

Is Hemi still inside? Is she still safe? Joel's heart is only worried at this moment.

Bypassing the main entrance, Joel came to the side of the church. The stained glass window on the stone wall was far away from the ground, which was ten feet long, and it was not easy to climb up. The second half of the church was embedded in the raised rocks. The church in Lengshi Town was built on the former old mine cave, and its underground should be much safer. If Hemi was there... Joel felt a little relieved when he thought of this.

"Hermi..." Joel shouted hoarsely, his voice starting to be a little small, but then he raised his voice, "Hermi!"

Joel didn't know if his voice could be heard in, or Hemi happened to be heard, but he could only try this way now. At this time, Joel also heard the noise of Lengshi Town. He turned around and several black smoke pillars rose above Lengshi Town, and the fire could be vaguely seen. There was still fighting there, and the mercenaries from the Principality killed him. Lengxi Town was once the scene?

"Hermi!" Joel shouted, although she didn't know if she could hear it, "Hermi! If you hear it, you must hide!" Joel only felt his throat start to hurt, and the wound on his chest began to seep blood again. Joel's voice weakened, "I'll go now...I'll go now." I couldn't protect you a year ago, but this time it was different.

Joel walked out of the shadow of the church and walked past the bodies of several guards. Joel picked up an iron sword from the hand of a guard. This rough iron sword may not be very powerful when slashed, and it is easy to break, but its sword is extremely sharp. Joel leaned on a broken spear in one hand and held the iron sword in the other, and looked up at Lengshi Town on the hillside.

The value of the hp bar above the field of vision is still slowly recovering, and Joel also feels that the strength of the sword-holding hand has recovered bit by bit. But if he bumps into those guys just now, he may be dead again. Joel knows this well. The mercenaries are veterans on the battlefield who have experienced many battles. If they fight head-on, Joel doesn't know how much chance of winning, let alone so many people.

Joel was suddenly stunned when he passed by the two dead kingdom mercenaries who had helped him. He looked down at their bodies lying in pools of blood. The crossbow was also stained with blood and snow. The arrows of crossbows emitted a cold light in the dirty snow.

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Kwalin looked up at the burning residential area. Like the previous market, these snow-covered wooden houses were like piles of fire under Brother Dean Morgan's fire magic, ignited one by one. The residents rushed out of the inside screaming, but took it but met the sharp knives of the mercenaries. The guards' resistance was very fierce, and the arrows of the crossbow kept passing over their heads. Several brothers had been shot. Although the guards wearing iron armor and holding spears were forced to retreat step by step, the mercenaries could not disperse their fronts.

No problem, Kwalin told himself that as long as Brother Dean Morgan is here, we can win this battle. Kwalin looked up at the top of the hillside, staring at the snowy hillside, a brown wooden hall was shrouded in black by shadows, like a black wooden fortress, and the white snow under it emitted a dazzling white light under the sunlight and fire. Wood, Kwalin smiled cruelly. As long as it was wood, there was nothing inflammable.

This operation was the first time that Kwalin carried out a major mission with the "Cangyue Wolf" mercenary group. For this reason, he spent all his money and continued to change into a set of wool steel armor. The curved, pointed-mouthed helmet and curved armor reflected dazzling white light. Kwalin had never seen this beautiful armor. But because the action needed to be concealed, Kwalin had to paint a layer of gray on the outer layer of the beautiful armor, so that the armor now looked like a ball of dirty snow. Kwalin pulled the straight sword in his hand from the chest of a screaming woman.

When he came out, his shield was stained red, and the woman's face and blood turned into a blur. Kwalin began to feel bored to kill such a ball of "dough man". So far, the only time in this mission was when he encountered the group of kingdom mercenaries in the ruins of Lao Wuken Village. Kwalin met the guy with a square barrel iron helmet, holding an iron spear and a kite shield. He was indeed a guy of some strength. If Xiao Delin hadn't fired a cold arrow, Kwalin would have been unable to repay him.

Kwalin suddenly thought about it, wouldn't he still owe Xiao Delin a favor if this happens? Maybe he should invite him to have two glasses of wine after going back? Thinking of this, Kwalin turned around and looked towards Xiao Delin. In this group, they brought five crossbowers, who occupied a favorable position to clean the battlefield and snipe the enemy. They did a beautiful job in the market just now, and none of them could escape. However, when Xiao Delin broke through the side door, he was pierced by a kingdom mercenary with a longbow. During this period, several kingdom mercenaries rushed up to die, and were all cut off by Yu Jian by several elder brothers in front.

However, Kwalin turned his head and did not find Little Delin's figure. The road behind him was shrouded by fire and smoke. The snow was melted by flames, making the ground muddy. It was also evaporated by fire, mixed with the choking smoke from the burning houses. At this moment, the visibility of the battlefield was very low. Such a battlefield was not conducive to the crossbowers' battle. Did the deputy commander ask them to rest first? Thinking of this, Kwalin didn't care much and continued to follow the team ahead to the Jupiter Hall.

This time the team was led by the great sword master "Headhunter Gao Ben", the deputy commander of Cangyue Wolf, the magician Dean Morgan and the famous PVP player "Yuehei". Each of them is a master player. Among them, Kwalin admires the headhunter Gao Ben. He is wearing a heavy iron helmet and a great sword wielding his might. Every time he fights, he is a famous warrior in the Principality, and it is said that the level is as high as forty. But even so, Kwalin must admit that the strongest of the four people in this team is the player named "Black Moon". He is not a person from Cangyue Wolf, but he is one of the masterminds of this operation. His weapon is an extremely rare enchanting weapon. He often appears on major PVP battlefields and has a certain reputation in the Kingdom player camp.

If you can fight with these guys, you must be sure to win this battle. Kwalin felt very happy when he thought of this. Although the reward for this mission was not the best, it was of great significance to the attack on the Kingdom camp.

"We must be as soon as possible! I heard that the kingdom mercenaries have gathered troops to start fighting here! We must take down Lengshi Town before that!" Headhunter Gao Ben shouted. In the battle to break through the side gate, Brother Gao Ben was plotted against by the kingdom mercenaries and his legs were injured, so he could not rush to the front and could only hold on to the formation.

Because the road was muddy and the guards' resistance was too fierce, the mercenaries were trapped in the streets of the burning residential areas and could not take a step forward. The guards' crossbow arrows that occupied the superiority of the highlands had never stopped. They had to find a way to break through the defense line! Kwalin also became anxious, and he looked at the person in charge of commanding the battle impatiently.

At this time, the wind blew from the back of the street. The fog, smoke and the heat of fire were blown by the cold north. Kwalin raised his head and looked at the sky, and couldn't help but frowned. It was noon, and there was a gray-white cross in the sky after the bright sun, and even in the daytime it emitted a faint and cold light. "The stars during the day?" Kwalin felt confused.

Suddenly, a sharp pain was felt behind Kwalin. The huge impact made him stagger forward. The muddy ground under his feet made him slip to the ground. The armor, which was originally like dirty snow, became even more dirty at this moment. The mud and water penetrated into his face armor, choking him with the smell of mud, but this time it saved his life. As soon as he fell to the ground, the second crossbow arrow struck over the top of his head.

Who is it?! Kwalin was in a state of confusion. When he supported himself and wanted to get up, his teammates also noticed his situation. "Kwalin?! What's going on?" Modlin, the deputy commander, asked sternly.

"This guy fell down." A companion laughed and laughed.

"I also fell off my blood!" Another companion echoed, and a burst of laughter rang out from the team's language.

In this battle, only Kwalin was a newcomer, and the rest of them were old comrades who had worked together for a long time. But it was not the time to say this. Kwalin got up, vomited all over the mud, and endured the nausea and shouted in the team's voice, "Enemy, enemy attack!"

Then the third crossbow arrow was nailed on his back again. This time he stood firm. The pain made him feel a little more awake. The laughter in the team disappeared immediately, leaving only curses and commands. Then the fourth arrow was nailed on the back of his head. He didn't even notice that he had been forced to withdraw from the game.

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The bright red words in front of you made "Kwalin" stunned.

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Joel stood at the upper vent, and the north wind blew the smoke into the burning street. This time it was Northland that helped me. After shooting out the fourth arrow, Joel immediately hid behind a low wall. The wood structure above the low wall had burned and collapsed. The low wall was burning and burning. Joel was leaning on it and borrowing it to stop the bleeding of the wound behind him. Joel bit his teeth tightly, and even so, shouted in his throat. Fortunately, the sound of the wind and fire overshadowed Joel's voice, and bean-sized sweat dripping down his forehead, not only because of severe pain or heat.

But even so painful, Joel's crossbow loading in his hand did not slow down at all.

The north would soon stop. Joel knew that he had to kill someone before this or escape. After the north stopped, his situation was the same as that group of mercenaries, and they could kill themselves before they could react. Joel knew this well and never underestimated the mercenaries.

Joel put the loaded crossbow into the "backpack", then took out the iron sword, and stood up with the handguard pulled from the corpse, holding the wall. Joel poked half of his head out from behind the low wall, observing the reaction of the mercenaries through the crack of the iron helmet.

Joe, who had just poked out half of his head, saw an iron hammer coming hard towards the low wall where he was. He staggered back two steps to avoid it. The hammer hit the low wall hard. While the gravel splashed, the entire low wall almost shook. If Joel hadn't been dodging fast enough, he would have obviously smashed his iron helmet!

Joel stood firmly, and the wound on his body made him gasp a few breaths, but the pain of the wound and the smell of blood in his helmet made him alert. He held the iron sword and looked at the man in front of him: he was tall, almost the same as an iron fist, wearing a pair of glazed plate armor, and the plate armor was made of a hideous wolf head forged by white iron, and the plate armor was lined with thick cotton armor, which could not only keep warm but also play a certain protective role; the giant helmet on his head

The giant helmet was painted with a layer of gray oil that prevented reflection, which looked dirty, but still majestic; this person held a steel warhammer in his hand, with a tooth-shaped hammer head, and a complicated whirlpool pattern carved on it. The hammer handle is made of hardwood and is also engraved with wavy patterns. The handle is covered with anti-slip leather; behind him is a thick gray-white cloak with many mud spots and scorching marks on it, which also implies the identity of this person while keeping warm.

And he was the one who smashed the lock on the side before.

"I thought the Kingdom Dog was almost running." A low voice came from behind the giant helmet. He looked at Joel vigilantly, and then slowly moved around Joel. He wanted to push Joel into a dead corner. Joel had seen it once before when he fought with the mercenary with a big sword.

At this time, Joel discovered that behind the strong man was a warrior in iron armor, holding a shield in his hand and a thick back slash. Although he was much smaller than the strong man, he also wore a thick gray cloak. His appearance was also hidden on the right side of the face armor, and his chest was decorated with a ferocious wolf head.

Joel did not reply, but held the iron sword with his left hand. He knew that the strong man was alert to the iron sword in his hand. Although the iron sword could not hurt the plate armor, it could easily penetrate through the gaps in the plate armor and penetrate the cotton armor. If one is not careful, he might lose to Joel. Although Joel wore a rusty iron helmet, he was wearing cotton armor, which was much lighter than the strong man's plate armor.

Joel also began to move his body so as not to be forced into a dead corner again. At that time, he would not be sure to deal with the hammer. But once Joel moved, he discovered the disadvantages of convenience.

"Are you injured?" The voice behind the giant helmet seemed a little surprised. Then he said to the mercenary beside him, "The cleaning team is negligent. He actually missed such a person."

The mercenary beside him did not reply, but began to act. He and the strong man in a giant helmet locked Joel's route from left to right, forcing him toward the fire-smoking market house behind him.

The three of them became stalemate. Joel was the first to set off. He turned his body and a crossbow arrow nailed the scorching wall behind him. The mercenary holding the shield and holding the knife immediately rushed up, raising the knife in his hand to slash Joel's body, and was about to cut his body into two pieces. Joel, who held the sword in his left hand, bit his teeth tightly. He leaned against the wall and could not retreat any further. If he dodged to the left and right sides, the strong man's hammer would come up. He made a quick decision and stabbed the iron sword in his hand towards the mercenary's face armor. The tip of the sword was both thin and pointed, and could easily pierce the gap of the mask.

The mercenary obviously did not expect Joel to be so decisive. Before he could dodge, the iron sword had already arrived in front of him. Suddenly, a big hand grabbed his cloak and pulled him back. He fell backwards. The iron sword eye was about to pierce his eyes, but suddenly the tip of the sword was far away from him. When he realized it, he had fallen into a mud.

Although the mercenary was pulled back by the strong man, the knife in his hand began to hit Joel's shoulder hard, and the blade cut the cotton armor, leaving a scarlet wound on Joel's shoulder.

Because he was holding the sword in his left hand, Joel was able to support himself with his right hand, but the strong man obviously did not miss this opportunity. He immediately held the hammer with both hands, raised the hammer high, and smashed it hard towards Joel's head.

Here comes! Joel's mind was almost blank, and a flash of lightning quickly passed through the blank. Instead of supporting his body with his right hand, he stretched towards the air in front of him.

Backpack! He called out in his mind, and the square box appeared in front of him. Joel reached out to the box. When he fell to the ground, a crossbow with a crossbow arrow appeared in his hand. "Go to die." Joel spit out these words and echoed in his helmet, pulling the trigger, and the short crossbow arrow was nailed to the hideous wolf head on the strong man's chest.
Chapter completed!