After Woodrow approached, Grace immediately raised her head, and his wide face was painted with camouflage paint, which was commonly used by scouts, although Grace thought it was useless. "How is it?" He asked Woodrow, who was the deputy captain of this team, one of the assassin players trained by the Knights of the Iron Chain, and was also an extremely excellent scout.

"As long as the report says, these monsters do not have a nose-like organ, and they should not find us because of the smell." Woodrow said while sitting next to Gris, "At this moment, they are all sleeping, sitting in the forest and leaning against the big tree, motionless like a stone."

Grace's team had been crossing the hill for a long time. They found a slope with bushes to hide. At this moment, the hillside was simply flattened by monsters. The trees were tilted, and the bushes were almost intact. Fortunately, the wood they brought and threw seemed to be brought from a distance. However, the wood they passed by when they came was similar to the hillside. Grace had to wonder, was this thing where this thing lived before really in this valley? With their size and rough nerve habits, it was not strange to make this dense valley full of grass.

"The other scouts should be back soon," Woodlow said to Grace. "These monsters don't know anything about warning, they are not even as good as beasts, and they can't threaten us at all." At this moment, they were in this bush, and Woodlow who just returned, there were only seven, and there were still six scouts who had not returned.

However, after hearing Woodrow's confident words, Grace was not relieved, but became uneasy. So why have many scouts who went out to investigate the monsters so far not come back? If it is really like Woodrow said that the monsters don't know how to guard them at all, then where have those people gone?

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Grace nodded slightly: "So what about 'those things'?"

"It was surprisingly much better. Obviously, these monsters didn't find those things at all. After all, they had no noses, and their eyes were small and growing on the little head. I couldn't see anything hidden under their feet, right?" Woodrow said as he took out the water bag from his "backpack". After that, he immediately started to drink water.

After drinking the water, Woodlow raised his head and looked at the sky: "It's just that others need to report the damage after they come back - but that kind of thing can still be used even if the container is damaged, right? In short, just wait until the night will start to move immediately." The pale sky has begun to darken, and it will be a cold night.

No, not necessarily. Grace, who also raised her head, lowered her head and looked around. It would be a warm evening. "Please watch them, Woodrow, let me rest for a while." Grace said as she lay down. The other people around looked at the strong man lying directly in the grass with dissatisfaction, but immediately looked in the direction where he was responsible for staring.

"You can tell me," Woodrow said angrily, "I just came back from the woods! I came back here after passing through several monsters!"

"Oh, thank you for your hard work." Grace said in a plain tone.

"It's totally unsincere. I've decided. You have to invite me to drink after you go back to the city." Woodrow said with a smile.

"I want to go too!" a scout next to him said immediately.

"And me!"

"Okay, okay, be honest, everyone has a share! Drink openly! I will let the president reimburse it." Gris said and yawned. Suddenly he felt a little cold and wrapped himself in his cloak.

"To be honest, I really hope the president will have the money at that time." Woodrow smiled bitterly, and everyone around him was silent. As long as he was a member of the Iron Chain Knights, the Iron Chain Knights could be said to have emptied its vault in order to cope with this troll siege crisis, and the guild's savings were all taken out for two years. Many people in the guild had complaints about this, but since it was the president's decision, no one would object. After all, it was because of the name of Barrow's "Hero of Nalun Town".

The silence lasted for a while, just when Grace thought he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard Woodrow ask, "Speaking of it, how is that thing? Do you really have to use it?"

He frowned slightly. "I will use it." Grace replied.

"But there have been so many tar pots buried in the forest! It's enough to burn this forest and that monster? Then there's no need to use 'that thing', right?" Woodrow said obviously reluctantly, "That's a 'portable city-slaughtering weapon' that can sell 500,000 gold coins!"

"It will be used up." Grace replied.

"Uh, you guy!" Woodlow began to feel a little disappointed, but when he stared at Grace lying on the ground completely ignored his intentions, he sighed like a deflated ball, "So, no wonder the president will hand you such valuable things."

"If I were handed over to me, I would have escaped with that thing. After all, it's worth 500,000." Woodrow sighed and said.

"So it's up to Grace, not you!" The teammate next to him teased, causing everyone to laugh together, but only Woodrow and Grace did not laugh.

Grace suddenly sat up, and Woodrow immediately became serious when he saw the expression on his face. "Strange..." Woodrow heard Grace murmuring.

Although Woodlow had guessed something, he asked: "What's wrong?"

"I haven't come back yet." Grace looked around with a serious expression. Woodlow also realized that something was indeed wrong. Even if he hadn't come back all over for a long time, at least one or two people should have come back, right?

Grace stood up. His tall figure made the players responsible for the alert around him stunned, "What's wrong?" the man asked in confusion.

Grace looked around, from the jungle to the tree, and then grabbed the hammer handle behind him in his hand. So that's it, he nodded slightly. So that's it, no wonder the scouts didn't come back.

"Prepare guy, we're surrounded."

...

"Successfully knocked down!!!" The mercenary's excited roar echoed in the dark underground hall. Alps looked over and there was a cheerful shout from the direction where the crowd gathered not far away.

"Suppress!! Suppress immediately! Cruel him to the ground!!" Anthony was also inspired by their atmosphere, and kept yelling in the team's voice, completely ignoring his hoarse voice.

"You don't need to say that you are doing it too!!"

"The black knight with a gun is here to kill him! The person who comes to resist!"

"Get out of here!"

"Team leader!!!"

"How could a person like you make trouble with the hard-earned war? How could the yelling force of the three team leaders holding the big sword also inspired his teammates. The mercenaries in front immediately made way. The fierce man who was dragging the big sword immediately saw the black knight with a steady pace.

Although he didn't see the other person's eyes, he still felt that he had met the other person's sight. Of course? He told himself that such a real man's duel is to face the sight, right? It's like such a moment of interlacing and then sparks burst out.

"Drink ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The Black Knight also hesitated for a moment because of his movements, but it was too late. He had already entered the range of the great sword. "Get out of here!!!!!" The man roared, the blue veins on his forehead and neck were prominent, his muscles were all closed tightly, and the joints of his hands holding the great sword began to turn white. This was the limit of strength he could reach.

boom!

The sound made when the sword was swinged was like a fan, and the wind spread out in a ring shape. The dust and embers on the ground were rolled up by the wind. Although the wide blade had been rolled up by half, even if it was so weight and such full force could still achieve a fatal effect.

Almost no one saw the movements of the Black Knight. They were all attracted by the man's great sword and roar. When they looked at the Black Knight, he was ready to face the impact. He squatted his feet and stepped firmly. He leaned up his spear, pressed the tip of the spear to the ground, held the handle of the spear with one hand, and pressed against the handle of the spear with his left shoulder.

Bang!!!

The power of the two weapons collided was like the air trembling. What was important was the sparks and harsh sounds that roared when the metal collided, which made everyone have to turn their eyes over.

"Blocked?!" someone exclaimed.

The Great Sword bit the gun handle hard. Obviously, the part of the sword blade and the gun handle intertwined slightly, and the metal gun handle was slightly bent.

Crack. Suddenly someone noticed the subtle sound coming.

"Whose weapon is it?!"

The part where the big sword collided with the gun handle was cracked and a piece of it broke down.

"Tsk." The muscles on the man's face, who had no strength, twitched.

But the second sound made him stunned.

Click.

No, it's not the great sword in his hand, that means-

Crack. Bang!

In everyone's astonished eyes, the gun handle in the Black Knight's hand was directly broken where it was hit. The Black Knight was finally unable to hold on. The big sword lost its correctness and hit the ground. The man gasped, sweat flowed down his cheeks. The Black Knight was also staring at the broken gun handle in his hand and was slightly dazed.

"Cut, cut off?"

"Cut off!!!"

"Team leader!!!"

The cheers that the Warhammer Knights had made when they were knocked down erupted around them again. Obviously, they had forgotten the fear that the Black Knights had brought to them just now - or rather, they were not forgetting, but because of the previous fear, they could only cheer like this when they defeated them now.

Suddenly another sound that sounded in the team's voice brought them into another stage of high morale: "Warhammer Knight! Suppress successfully!"

Looking in the direction of the warhammer knight, his tall body lay on the ground like the word "big". His body was filled with iron spears, iron swords, and even daggers. Because the floor was paved with stone bricks, it was quite difficult to pierce weapons into them, so they could only find the gap between the stone bricks and exert force. Several people pressed the spears or weapons tightly to make the Black Knight unable to move. Suppressing the Black Knight another five people, three of them held the spears and pierced the joints of the Black Knight's arms, the knees of the left leg and the ankles of the right foot, and one of them pierced the Black Knight's throat armor with an iron sword, pressing it tightly.

Obviously the tall knight was still struggling, which made everyone feel creepy - but the morale is high at the moment, so people deliberately ignored this. The flames on his body had been extinguished, but the armor was still smoking, and even the gaps in the armor were smoked, and a small part of the armor's edges were still slightly red just now.

"This is not a suppression at all!" Anthony immediately shouted after seeing that look.

"How about you come!! We have done our best to do this!"

"Tsk! Everyone! Protect the guy who 'suppressed' the Warhammer Knight!"

"We know if you don't say it!"

"Be careful! We can't stop the sword and shield knights! He began to rush towards you!"

"Catch that guy back!"

"No! Let's hold him back! You guys quickly clean up the Knight of the Gun and Axe! Go!!"

"yes!!!"

...

The various loud roars in the team's voice made Joel frown, because he really didn't know how to turn off the yelling sounds in his ears. This guy in front of him was an opponent who did not dare to relax at all. If he was not careful, he might be cut off by the black big sword with rust spots in his hand. Although there were several mercenaries standing around, they actually didn't dare to come forward. After all, the attack range of the big sword was not a joke.

The black knight wrapped in black armor also looked at Joel silently, without any slacking off. He was the kind of guy who would use all his strength no matter what opponent he faced. Facing such an opponent made Joel feel nervous. Why should I come up to help? Joel secretly regretted that if he was cut in half by this guy here, Hemi would...

Hemi.

At this moment, the big sword knight, like a black beast, moved. The armor collided and clanged. Joel, who saw the opportunity, dodged towards the left side. The big sword tilted down like a black wind. Joel barely avoided a blow, and the cold and heavy sword blade crossed his body. Joel did not relax because of avoiding one blow. He immediately rushed towards his left side, and his right hand also poked out from under the cloak. He was holding a short axe. The axe blade had become dull because of the blow on the armor, but it could still strike the Black Knight.

Sure enough, the sword stopped the moment it hit the ground, and the wind blew away to both sides. The Black Knight immediately exerted force with both hands and slashed wildly towards Joel's direction, which was his own right, with a wild attitude of shaking him in half.

Joel gritted his teeth, raised the short axe in his hand, leaned against the black knight's empty direction in the direction of the sword blade and pulled the distance closer, and then used all his strength to slash towards the black knight's right neck!

Bang!

Although the axe without an axe blade could not be able to cut the throat armor, its weight and strength were real. This hit made the Black Knight's body sink, and the wild sword in his hand drifted downward. Joel's movement did not stop. When the axe hit the Black Knight's neck armor, he immediately abandoned the short axe and continued to move his body behind the Black Knight.

The big sword that was leaning down slashed hard on the ground, almost cutting off Joel's ankle. The blade rubbed against Joel's sole and hit the ground. Joel was still in shock and had already arrived behind the Black Knight. He had already grasped the black sword "Silent". The armor worn by the Black Knight was expensive, but the full body armor with excellent defense. This armor would wrap the person's whole body and provide the most comprehensive protection for wearing, but even the most perfect armor has a weak position.

Joel held the hilt of the sword with both hands. The black sword "Silence" belonged to a straight sword, which was a little shorter than the long sword, but the piercing nature was undoubtedly. Joel grabbed this moment and pointed it at the gap between the Black Knight's armor. He pushed his hands suddenly, stabbing the black sword blade through the armor and sent it into the armor.

The Black Knight's body was thrust forward, and the sword blade pierced his waist and penetrated his body, but it did not pierce the armor in front of him. Joel immediately pulled back the Black Knight, and then quickly turned around. The Black Knight really held the sword in one hand and immediately turned around and swept it.

Joel had no way to dodge, so he immediately raised the black sword, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and held the side of the sword with the other hand. The big sword hit the black sword, almost knocking the "silence" down from Joel's hand, but he still held the weapon firmly and retreated quickly. Fortunately, the Black Knight's attack was a sword with one hand, and he was still in the pain of being pierced, so he obviously could not use all his strength.

Joel can't remember whether this was his fourth or fifth time, he had given this Black Knight fatal injury, but every time this guy stopped and gasped for a few times, he immediately raised his sword again. It was like a war machine, but it could obviously feel the pain, which was just like Joel. They were indeed like me, Joel thought to himself, or was it like me like them?

In fact, Joel was showing off since the beginning, and blood had already oozed out of the wound on his chest, and the burning sensation pricked his nerves. His hands holding the sword were shaking, especially when he had to block the Black Knight's sword several times. Although it seemed that it was blocked and the mercenaries next to him were cheering for him, he was almost at his limit. Maybe his condition was worse than the Black Knight who had been pierced by him four or five times.

He exhaled and could taste a little bit of ashes. Because the previous wound penetrated his lungs, he also bleeding in his body. It was a miracle to survive such a wound, but Joel had gradually become accustomed to this miracle.

The Black Knight held the hilt of the sword with one hand, leaned the sword on the ground, then looked in Joel's direction, and was also gasping for breath, his body in black armor was slightly undulating.

Can this guy still beat him? Joel bit his teeth and he wanted to give up.

And at this moment, the mercenaries next to them burst into cheers, and Joel and the Black Knight looked over there.

"Suppressed successfully! The Gun and Evil Knight suppressed successfully!!!"
Chapter completed!