Chapter 11 Arrow of Despair ()

Most of the warriors were injured. Although few were seriously injured or dead, the current scenes made their warriors tremble, and even their hands with swords and swords were weak. Many warriors even stood stupidly after stopping the "sand and stone rain", not knowing what to do.

Although they are warriors and have experienced battles, but have they ever seen powerful warriors and mages who are higher than them? Those characters sound only one level higher than them, but everyone knows that warriors are grass on the roadside, while powerful trees are strong. There is no comparison between them. Although there is the word warrior in the title, if a powerful warrior wants to kill an ordinary warrior, then the only thing that warrior can do is run desperately so as to buy himself a half blink of an eye to leave a last word.

Now there is a great wizard of the same level as the powerful warriors. The great wizard is attacking them, and the hearts of these warriors are full of fear. One is because they are afraid of the great power of people of higher levels, and the other is because they are afraid of this terrifying celestial phenomenon that they have never seen before... A person's power can actually trigger such a terrifying power. Although it takes a long time to prepare, this power that belongs to gods in the minds of these mercenaries appears on people, and their hearts of warriors are all lost!

However, no matter how timid he was, when he saw those warriors riding horses or running from behind the mountain, in the grass, and on the distant horizon, the mercenaries of the caravans who often hung their heads on their waists almost hysterically drew their swords and swords to fight against the bandits and warriors wearing terrifying masks.

One is a ferocious and ferocious bandit line flying with dust, and the other is a slightly scattered running on the ground, raising a knife with the crazy fighting spirit of burning life, and rushing toward the caravan mercenary line, as if the flood hit a somewhat solid dam, "Kill...ah?! Oh..."

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The two teams of mercenaries quickly handed over, and then extremely beautiful blood flowers bloomed on this road that was still filled with dust. The initial crazy bravery of the mercenaries who belonged to the caravan also calmed down slightly to the surviving people in the caravan and noticed the hearts of the people who were approaching, but soon, the terrifying cry that was cut off halfway made everyone's heart sink, as if they were caught in the abyss.

In just a few blinks, the mercenaries who were mercenary groups who raised their swords to fight were almost completely under the sword, and the robbers only had a few horses injured by the swords, and then dismounted and continued to chase after them.

After two breaths, some of the mercenaries who were rushing out were crazy like those mercenaries who were rushing out, all of their hearts seemed to be watered by cold water, and their hands and feet felt cold.

The final madness cannot achieve any results. Even if you take your life, it will only slightly slow down the enemy's pace. These mercenaries immediately lost their last courage. Except for those whose families were also in the caravan, who were also thinking about going back to save their families or dying together, the other mercenaries ran desperately, looking for directions without enemies.

However, they soon became desperate, because not only did the extremely vicious bandits rush across the road that the caravan was about to walk, but there were also a group of bandits riding horses, wearing terrifying masks, and silent bandits. These people did not rush, but just rode horses to watch the battle in front, but this made these mercenaries even more desperate. Because the enemies in front of them were a little cautious in fighting with them, the people behind were watching their wailing struggles with a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

Moreover, soon this despair permeated the hearts of all the people who were lucky in their hearts. Although the hundreds of bandit warriors in front were brave, they still had the possibility of rushing over and escaping. Even if the other party had a great wizard, it was impossible to chase these "ants" one by one. In the eyes of those powerful and great wizards, these mercenaries were actually just ants. But a mercenary who was so desperate that he rushed towards the group of bandits behind the team, and then suddenly pulled the bow at an extremely fast speed, shooting out the fastest in his life! It was also the last arrow!

The arrow emitted like light, and even in a desperate mood, the arrow was infinitely close to the level of a powerful warrior. The deep breath of despair on the arrow was enough to hurt the heart of a warrior! Moreover, although the mercenary was crazy despair, there was also a little hope in the despair, hoping that this arrow could bring a chance to live. Therefore, there was a certain strange power in this deep despair arrow, as if it was communicating with a mysterious existence in the world! We should give this desperate mercenary a chance to live, and this feeling is the feelings of everyone in the caravan here. This arrow with despair and hope actually resonated with everyone. A force was blessed by the darkness. The arrow seemed to attract everyone's despair and hope, and we wanted to fight a way out!

This arrow was very wonderful and great. Even the stalwart masters and bandits behind them changed their colors. The horses under them couldn't help but retreated back. Seeing this, the caravan showed surprise feelings. Then, they saw the figure like a leader in the bandits, with a deep glow on their hands, and easily grabbed the arrow full of despair and hope!

"Click!" The arrow broke.

The last little hope in the caravan was also broken!

"Master?" The battlefield was silent for a moment, and then a mercenary in the caravan murmured like a dream, and suddenly "Hahaha..." he laughed wildly and drew his sword to rush towards the powerful leader - crazy!

The broken arrow flew back faster than the speed of flying. The mercenary who rushed up was hanging in the air and leaned back. The arrow shot into his forehead and pierced a transparent hole! The crazy mercenary's body fell heavily to the ground without any sound.

Below, there were only crying and begging for mercy. Several mercenaries cut half a knife for their family, and then were cut. Then the vicious bandits humiliated their families in front of these mercenaries, and when these mercenaries were at the craziest, they stabbed them into strings with guns!

The killing has gradually stopped, and the mage, as a special resource, has not received much abuse. Almost all the strong mercenaries have been killed. From this, it can be seen that these fierce bandits are definitely not short of subordinates. After the battle, they are plundering, and the bandits who are taking action begin to act recklessly. Occasionally, there are a few fierce bandits who have not yet won the sword to kill people they dislike. Women and children are basically plundered. The battle seems to be over.

It was very short, from the appearance of the bandits and the end of the battle, there were only more than twenty deep breaths.

However, it seems that some people are always destined to happen.

Several bandits walked past the camp where Mora was, and then were surprised to see that the incompetent small mercenary team of this small camp was almost completely harmed, and they were a little different from those other camps that were half-dead by the "sand and stone rain". Then they discovered objects like umbrellas on the ground. They immediately called the surrendered people and asked them whose idea was.

The bandit asked about the people in a camp next to Mora. Although those people were amazed by Mora and his gods, they immediately offered Mora out in the face of the robber's sword.

When the robber saw it, he saw it as a handsome, weak and extremely cute boy, who was like a person who could detect the fluctuations of the great wizard's magic power in advance and prepare in advance. It turned out that this bandit thought there was a wizard here.

Immediately, the bandit who was deceived cut off the head of the mercenary who was proving Morala with a knife! However, after cutting off the mercenary's head, the bandit looked at Morala's handsome and beautiful expression, and seemed to have a timid expression. He felt pity in his heart, and he felt that such a boy was living with these disgusting and incompetent mercenaries. It was a real unforgivable mistake. He ripped off a few mercenaries and then the bandit's companion said: "Hey, what if we give this boy to the leader of the great wizard?"

The bandit suddenly had a lit up his eyes, "Yes, such a heart-warming little thing is given to the great wizard. Maybe she will give us some life-saving treasures when she is happy!"

At this moment, he no longer cared about who had the idea of ​​umbrella. He walked over and was about to pull Mora. When he saw his timid look, he felt pity and said, "You boy, come with me, I will take you to meet someone."

Mora put the code in his arms into the bag beside him, and then took his pitiful stick and followed the bandit. Zorantu on one side and the other Mora who knew Mora said nothing, and they were silent. They watched the son of the god leave them.

The robber walked in front of Mora with great concern along the way, and even when he encountered other bandit murder scenes, he deliberately or unintentionally blocked Mora from letting the boy see it. This kind of behavior made his friends know, and he would laugh to death! However, at this time, no one who saw Mora did not laugh at the bandit, but instead felt that he did this for granted! How could such a timid and gentle boy appear on the cruel battlefield? He should be with perfect women like the princess, princesses, and ladies! No! How can those secular women match such a perfect boy! This is simply the son of a god! Only the holy and noble goddess in the legend is the companion of this perfect boy!

Suddenly, the bandit who led the way moved his heart and suddenly realized something was wrong with him. How could a vicious bandit have pity for a young man? It turned out that it was because of the feeling of the son of the god brought to him by this young man who was obviously just an ordinary person!

With this feeling, the bandit who knew in his heart went to see Moral's perfect almost angel-like face, and then realized that the so-called timidity on the boy's face was nothing but a natural beauty. Otherwise, a real little boy would have been scared to death on such a battlefield, and he would not have been like this expression that only a shy child next door suddenly saw a stranger.

God?! Is this young man really aware of the great master's magic power fluctuations?! Could it be that he is actually a hidden master... he can kill himself with one hand? The bandit's hand holding the knife began to become unstable. He has great courage to kill others, but now his life is not enough to be controlled by others.

Suddenly, the bandit finally thought of another possibility - a god! This young man is a god! Only in this way can he explain why he had an angel-like face and showed a shy rather than timid smile on this dangerous battlefield! God! Didn’t it mean that there were no big gods on this territory?

The bandit wanted to cry.
Chapter completed!