Hundreds of people launched a charge, and the roars made to encourage courage filled the dark hall underground. The stone floor was trampled by iron boots, and the sound of leather boots trampling was like a war drum. The torches were raised high to drive away the darkness. The iron armor collided and made a jingle sound when they ran. The person who did not raise the torch beat the shield with his weapons, charged with a huge charge, but the target was only four.

Because he was wearing iron armor, the speed of the Alps was not the fastest among all, but he still rushed to the front one. The ones rushed to the front were mercenaries wearing iron armor, the other mercenaries holding crossbows and bows and arrows, and the leather armor followed them with torches, and the flames rushed to the front before anyone.

Then when the black silhouette appeared on the edge of the fire, the Alps almost didn't notice it. It was a pure black armor, with details wiped out by the darkness. If it weren't for the firelight reflected on the edge of the armor, the mercenaries in such a state of excitement would have been completely possible to ignore it. The tall black knight stood there, holding a long-handled black warhammer in one hand, staring indifferently at the mercenaries rushing forward, like a statue, without any breath.

Is this really a living person? This question flashed through the Alps' mind, and Joel's voice pulled him back to reality.

"careful!"

Joel's hoarse and ugly voice could be heard clearly even when there were people roaring and shouting around him. Alps raised his iron-shaped iron shield. A sharp sound of wind breaking in the dark made him alert. It was a short and sharp sound, like a sharp arrow breaking through the air, but Alps saw the fire reflected from the black armor ahead squirming, dark, let alone seeing his shadow, Alps didn't even see his shadow.

Then there was a sound of metal collision, sparks splashing everywhere, and the sound of shattering was almost made with the sound of collide. The light of the spark seemed to become brighter than the flames coming from behind him in an instant. The shield was sunken, the shield handle was shattered, and the guards were sunk in. The Alps felt a sound of bone shattering, and he flew backwards, hitting his hand against his chest. Fortunately, there was an iron armor protection on his chest, and someone immediately supported him from behind him when he was about to fall.

The Alps didn't realize what was going on until they fell down. They just felt that the sound of metal shattering in their ears was echoing. It was pitch black before. When the echo faded, they immediately filled with roars. In front of them, they slowly felt the swaying fire. There were many figures shaking around. The Alps gradually felt the pain. He found that he was dragged back again.

He wanted to move his fingers, but found that his entire left arm could hardly move. Was it dislocated? No, his whole hand was broken? His mind was surprisingly calm, it was so ugly, Al. He raised his head slightly to see who was dragging him, but he saw a scary white mask. Only then did he realize that his mask was being pushed up, his skin touched the cold air below, and the smell of smoke and fear were smelled in his nose.

The shouting began to dimly immediately, and he heard someone in his ears kept shouting, and most of them seemed quite frightened. Then he distinguished that except for the voice of the man who had been yelling, it was the guy Anthony.

"Hey! Formation! Don't rush up directly! As planned!" Anthony was furious, and the Alps couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth. It's hard for Anthony to see such a person. "Where are the captains of the four groups?! Take care of the people in your group for me?! If you don't obey the command? If you don't obey the command, you will deduct the dkp for me!! Back one after another! Organize the formation!"

"It's so noisy." Alps shook his head, with a helpless smile on his face, and his mind was dizzy, but he slowly recovered.

"It's indeed a bit." The person who dragged him agreed.

"Don't surround it! Don't surround it! The one who just shouted "There is only one person on the other side"! I want to deduct your dkp! Don't set up flags randomly - retreat for me! If anyone doesn't obey the command, deduct the dkp! This guy can't kill you! There are three knights?! There are three knights?!"

"Be careful!!! Be careful!!! Flanking-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

"Big, big sword?!"

"Report quickly, what's going on?"

"Three! That guy killed three people in an instant?!"

"Really fake?"

"Hey, hey hey! Don't block the way!!!"

"Pay attention to formation! Pay attention to—"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Then Anthony's voice suddenly stopped, and even Joel stopped dragging the Alps. The Alps were wondering what was going on. He raised his head and looked up, and a man flew over with screams. People hurriedly let the person drive away. Then he landed heavily not far beside the Alps. The dull voice was like a stone falling into the water. The screams came to an abrupt end, and the people around him suddenly became silent.

"Gu." The Alps heard someone swallowing.

After being knocked away, Alps realized that the man, knocked away by a hammer, really flew up, flew over everyone's heads, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Article...is the opponent really a human?" someone asked in the team's voice, his tone full of disbelief and fear.

"Retreat!" The sudden silence made Anthony's roar reach a revelation effect. Everyone suddenly came back from the horror just now, and began to execute the instructions in a blank state.

"Let me get up." Alps said embarrassedly. Joel didn't say anything more. He directly took his intact hand and helped him up. Someone was retreating around him. Joel raised his head and looked into the darkness.

"I didn't catch up." Joel said lightly. On the battlefield where the mercenaries evacuated, there were many burning torches scattered on the ground. The black knights did not immediately pursue the mercenaries, but approached the torches that fell on the ground one by one and then extinguished the flames.

Will they attack light sources first compared to mercenaries? Alps thought. Joel carried one of the Alps' hand on his shoulder and slowly retreated towards the rear. The mercenaries around quickly formed a team according to the plan. After the battle just now, the Black Knight was almost unscathed, and even the few black knights appeared in front of him. The mercenary convenience had already damaged several people. Such a battle situation made almost everyone unable to figure out what was going on.

When the mercenaries who were standing in groups set up their shields again, they looked at the battlefield where they had just fought. It was already dark again. All the torches on the ground had been wiped out, leaving only the sound of heavy footsteps and armor colliding in the dark.

Two? Alps and Joel turned around and looked into the darkness, or three?

"Joel?" A voice shouted behind them, and the Alps turned around, but did not see it, but Joel turned around and saw the man, wearing a brown cloak and a square shield on his chest. It was a flying fish.

"He was injured?" Feiyu asked in a low voice.

Joel watched him silent for a few seconds, then put down the Alpine hand, and said to him, "You take him to the back."

"What about you?" Alps asked, looking at Joel.

He didn't answer, but pulled out the black sword at his waist, and his eyes behind the white mask looked at the darkness. The footsteps were still approaching. "Quick."

"Okay, okay." Feiyu held the Alps. Alps reached out to cover his mask, and the two walked through several teams that had set up their formations and walked backwards. Joel looked into the darkness, listening to the footsteps and armor sounds, very calmly, their steps were neither hurry nor slow, and then suddenly a piercing sound came, and the people around him who also heard the sound became nervous.

Is that killing the mercenaries who fell to the ground? Joel thought, to make sure those people weren't getting up?

Puff—

I remembered other sounds again. The sound made my scalp numb, but after a while the sound stopped. Everyone held their breath and waited for the upcoming crisis in the dark.

Suddenly something was thrown out in the darkness. The person who saw the thing immediately screamed and avoided it. Everyone was frightened by the sudden sound of them. The thing landed on the ground and bounced up again, but it did not bounce much higher. Instead, it rolled down for a distance until it landed at the feet of a mercenary. After a closer look, the thing still left a lot of black things on the ground.

"It's the head." The mercenary who lowered his head and saw what was at his feet clearly said in the team's voice.

Everyone fell silent.

What does this mean? Joel frowned and he noticed that the footsteps stopped. The guys looked at this side holding the torch in the dark, but they didn't come forward. What did they want to do?

"Did we leave?" someone asked uneasily in the team's voice.

"Did they... mean to let us leave?"

"Do these guys... still have consciousness?"

As that man said, everyone understood the intention of the Black Knight. They threw the heads of the dead at them, and did not chase them immediately, in order to make them feel fearful and leave. Although most people were puzzled, Joel knew that the Black Knights had no obligation to kill them. Their duty was to guard the gates of the Black City and not let the things inside enter the realm of the Black God.

"Is there any... a chance to leave?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Stop kidding, if you want to leave, go by yourself." Someone immediately replied impatiently, "I have come to such a place, do you actually want to give up?"

"But do we have a chance of winning? Although there are only four people on the other side..."

"This is a dungeon. If you can make a strategy... the spoils here can increase the combat effectiveness of a guild's people a higher level!"

"That's a life to take it..."

"Rookie, hurry up and leave. There are so many people alone that you can't deal with these four guys. You'll only get in the way here."

"What did you say?!"

"Stop quarrel!" Anthony's voice calmed the mercenaries who were still arguing for a long time, and in the dark opposite, the black knights were also waiting for their decision. "Tsk, there is really a chivalrous spirit at this time. I couldn't tell it at all when I started just now!" Anthony gritted his teeth and whispered, then he took a deep breath to force himself to calm down. "I just say it once, those who want to leave will leave immediately. We will officially start the war in thirty seconds. If we escape again, even if we escape in the last battle, although we are not regular soldiers, we will never be lenient in dealing with such traitors."

Wow, this guy is rare to say harsh words, Joel thought to himself.

"Now start time." After Anthony said that, the mercenary side became obviously noisy. The people who were determined to fight remained silent, while the hesitant people were struggling with themselves, or wanted their companions to leave with them, whispering these things there, but there were indeed people leaving silently from the team. But most of them stood there.

"Then, let's continue." Thirty seconds later, Anthony said in a deep voice. He walked forward and took a torch from a mercenary next to him. He came to Joel and threw it out.

As soon as the torch flew into the air, a sound came from the darkness.

"Back." Joel stepped forward and blocked Anthony's face. Anthony did not hesitate and took a few steps back decisively. Everyone raised their shields. The sound was the sound of running, the armor collided, the iron boots stepped on the ground, and then the sound of the broken mouth-

A figure appeared in the darkness, and he made a halve. It was a great sword.

"It's the big sword!" It was too late for the man to shout. The sword blade had already been swung out. Joel quickly retreated, but what surprised him was the strength and courage of the mercenary. The mercenary standing beside him had already lifted the iron shield in his hand and stepped forward. Joel was not sure whether he was really fearless, but his step was indeed quite clever. He adjusted the position of the shield and blocked the bottom of the sword, rather than the blade.

Bang!!!

After blocking it, the metal shield collided with the heavy sword. Although it was blocked, the man also fell backward like the Alps before. The shield he tied to his left arm was not broken, but it also left a dent. The entire shield surface was bent inwardly. If he received another heavy blow, it would be completely possible to break.

"Prespect! Do as planned!" Anthony's decisive order made those who were still panicked take action, "The second group entangled the Great Sword Knight! The third group and the fourth group approached and entangled the coming knight!"

"There is still there!" Suddenly someone exclaimed, "It's that guy with a warhammer! It's a warhammer!"

"The shield is on top! The spearmen restrained those two guys behind the person who was holding the shield!" Anthony overwhelmed all the panic sounds, and his voice began to become hoarse, "Archer! Prepare! Oil pot! After restraining the target, throw the oil pot! Throw in the order of each group! Never waste the oil pot!"

Although those people are completely in a hurry, fortunately, some people have already thought about the combat policy for them, so they just need to follow the plan. This is also one of the reasons for the necessity of combat command. At this time, everyone cannot be expected to be able to cope with the situation on the battlefield flexibly and sophisticatedly. People who are panicked often account for the majority.

"Here! The third one! He used a spear! No, that's - Gun Yue! Be careful! Move very quickly!" The captain of the team shouted in a deep voice, "The fourth group contacts the target!"

"The third group contacts the Warhammer Knight! Gunner! Go ahead! Be careful not to get stuck in the front row of the shield player!"

"The second group withdraws! The range team prepares for a salvo!" Anthony shouted loudly, "First round, let it go!"

Joel, who was standing in place, could feel the bow and arrows passing by the darkness beside him. The black knight was obviously intimidated by the sudden rain of arrows. The black knight holding the big sword immediately raised the big sword to block his face and body. For a moment, there was a jingling sound. As soon as the sound ended, the sound of the clay pot breaking, and the oil pot hit the black knight.

“The oiling is successful!”

"Second round of volleys! Prepare for the Rockets!" Anthony immediately ordered, "Hurry up!"

"The third group of staff lost!"

"The fourth target! It's a shield! He holds the shield! He protects the Great Sword Knight!"

"Tsk! Archers turn fire! The first group, the second group separates the two targets!"

"The fourth group of members is reduced! This black knight is too strong!"

"The third group of staff lost!"

"The third group is withdrawn quickly! Throw the oil pot! Prepare the rocket! Let it go!"

This time, even Joel had to let go. The arrows of the flames were like a group of fireflies that cut through the darkness and stabbed the black shadow. The warhammer swung and knocked down the two rockets in the air, but more flames pierced him, most of which were bounced away by the armor, and some rockets pierced the weak point of the armor with a sneer. The tall warhammer knight took two steps back, and there were many burning arrows scattered around him. Suddenly he flashed. Something broke out where he was just standing. When the black oil touched the arrows that were still burning, it immediately exploded into a roaring flame. The blue and orange flames expanded and spit out heat, dispelling the darkness and the cold air underground, but this time the warhammer knight was avoided.

And they finally understood the mercenary's intentions. The black knights all looked at the bursting flame. After the flames were exhaled, they shrank and turned into flames dancing on the black tar on the ground, completely missing the violent appearance they had just now.

The Warhammer Knight looked at the flames with some excitement. The bloody warhammer in his hand drooped low. He was tall like a black tower, with flames embedded on the edges and corners of his armor. At this time, many people noticed his true face: the black armor was still covered with rust, and the cumbersome patterns on it could not be distinguished clearly. Cracked and grooves were all over the armor. It was not just made by the mercenaries, but had already existed on it.

This is a knight who has been through the battlefield. Those who see his lonely appearance realize that no, it is not "long-term". He has always been on the battlefield. The armor on his body proves that he seems to have fought since ancient times to today, traveling through time and space to fight with these mercenaries. Everyone who realizes this is suppressed by this heavy mood. Suddenly, the black knight seemed to sigh a long time.

Then he lifted the warhammer, carried it on his shoulder, then raised his other hand, and hooked his fingers at the mercenaries in front of him.
Chapter completed!