"Run, the wizard appears again! He''s right here. Come on, somebody help me!"
"Retreat! You must not be blocked in the dead corner of the alley by him. Roger, that''s how they were blown up!"
"Where did this wall come from? We can''t get out!"
"Help! Who''s going to help us?! run, run!!!!"
"No, no, please don''t kill me. I''m innocent. Spare my life in the face that we are the hometown of lottel. No, no, no, no --!!!"
... various, various forms of continuous noise, from the mouths of the mercenaries who have just washed the whole gutter lane with blood, spread in every corner of the gutter lane by crying, and spread the atmosphere of fear to the faces of every mercenary at the same time.
From the beginning of the battle to the present, the mercenary regiment of hundreds of people has lost more than four teams, nearly half of its troops - replaced by an ordinary army, which has long collapsed and been slaughtered!
Even up to now, these mercenaries have long lost their initial morale. They are pale and trembling together. There are constant explosions and screams of their companions in their ears. They are frightened and hold their shields and crossbows in their hands. At first glance, they look like frightened rabbits.
What really made them scared and angry and persisted until now was the "way" of the wizard to kill.
From the beginning of the battle to the present, the wizard has never really confronted them. Every time, he is a shameless sneak attack or trap, or a magic fireball that will suddenly explode - no one has ever really seen his face.
Of course, there are, but he killed all those people!
If this damned wizard really came out from somewhere and waved a long sword, and then killed ten or twenty wandering knights, I''m afraid the whole mercenary regiment would have collapsed in place.
But Loren didn''t intend to do so - like a cunning fox, leaving several holes in the stupid bear again and again, but didn''t hit the most deadly blow from beginning to end.
Because the real purpose of the fox is to make the bear bleed to death.
Collapsed houses, sudden explosions, dead daggers... Any mercenary who is alone or appears at a commanding height will be quickly killed by the black shadow; Once the team behind him wanted to come up for reinforcements, he either jumped into the air or screamed and turned into coke on the ground.
This is the enemy that mercenaries have never met - cruel means and fierce skills, but they don''t confront them directly at all. They don''t even give them any chance to prepare tactics and encircle them. They kill them slowly and bit by bit.
Just like those useless patrol guards just now!
The decreasing number of comrades in arms, the screams in my ears, and the enemies I have never caught up with... The fear in my heart is slowly surpassing the anger and controlling the actions of every mercenary.
They only feel that they have become prey to be slaughtered and let the wizard lurking somewhere hunt wantonly until there is the last one left!
There is far more than one mercenary who doesn''t think so
The bloodless mercenary leader leaned on his sword and stood in place like a fool looking at all this in front of him. Several wandering knights and heralds behind him said nothing and stared at him involuntarily.
Just two quarters of an hour ago, he had a whole patrol escort supported by the Bellini family, a well-equipped and well-trained mercenary regiment composed of crossbow men, sword shield men and wandering Knights - against a small wizard from lottel.
But it was this "little" wizard who destroyed all the patrol guards in only two quarters of an hour, and more than half of the mercenaries were killed - not "casualties", it was true that there was not even a living person left.
It''s over, it''s all over... I thought it was a fat job, but it turned out to be this kind of job!
He is a mercenary leader. How many well-trained soldiers he has and how well he is equipped determine how valuable he is - and a mercenary leader of a bare pole commander is worthless!
If you lose your use value, let alone your capital, the Bellini family will definitely kick yourself out of the door like a drowning dog!
Now he has found out the wizard''s "trick". From beginning to end, one of his purposes is to bleed himself, and then kill all the living mouths in the gutter lane.
How cold-blooded, how cruel!
Of course, the mercenary leader who fell into fear and panic would not think that he had just washed the blood in the gutter and lane before, and there was no living mouth left.
But he knew that he must not continue like this, or the rest of the people would be destroyed by him in a short time. Then he will become a real "one person, one army"!
What should I do, run away? Absolutely not! This is eboden. Before you leave the Bellini family, you will get the news. They will certainly throw all the charges of bloody gutter Lane on themselves. The whole mercenary regiment can''t escape!
"Retreat, let everyone retreat!" the fearless mercenary leader gave an order: "then gather here. If anyone dares to escape without my order, I''ll cut off his head!"
The panicked heralds and the remaining wandering Knights left immediately - the gutter lane was very small, and there were also few mercenaries left. The mercenaries who soon got the order turned around and ran away without hesitation, huddled together behind the mercenary leader like quails.
In the face of the panicked mercenaries, the black haired wizard did not choose to pursue, but looked on coldly, as if he had guessed the result from the beginning.
In other words, it doesn''t take much wisdom to think of this. Even if it is tenacious, it will choose to retreat temporarily in the face of such huge casualties.
The battle lasted less than two quarters of an hour. Even if it was only half a day before, there were less than 50 mercenaries gathered behind the mercenary leader!
Just looking at these "defeated soldiers" made him feel a burst of bleeding in his heart, and then all that remained was deep trembling and fear.
The gutters and alleys near the ruins are full of residual flames, blood stains and charred bodies, as well as shields and weapons thrown on the ground, as if they had just experienced an extremely tragic fight.
The right hand of the mercenary leader was trembling slightly, but he pulled out his sword bit by bit, pointed to the front of the gutter lane, mixed with panic, and shouted: "come out, I know who you are and what you want to do!
So let''s just end all this in the most direct way, bet on your life, and bet on me and my brothers behind me. Let''s solve our struggle in the most noble way of the saxophone empire!
I, Anthony bodelis, the leader of the Trident mercenary corps, challenge the respected wizard in the name of Knight under the witness of the Holy Cross!
Yes, you heard me right - I''m a mercenary leader, but I''m also a real knight. It''s my right given to me by the saxophone Empire and the Holy Cross to challenge those who humiliate and trample on my dignity! Please stand up bravely and accept my challenge!
If you are willing to accept the challenge, I guarantee that no one in the Trident mercenary Corps will divulge your secret; but if you refuse - even if you fight for your life, we will break through the gutter lane. No matter how powerful you are, you can''t guarantee to kill all of us!
We''ve made a good bet. It depends on whether you dare! "
After roaring these two sentences with all his strength, the mercenary leader made a gesture with his left hand behind his back. The understood Herald immediately waved to the crossbow soldiers hiding in the back row.
Just as the mercenaries were trembling and ready to run one by one, a figure suddenly came out of the ruins not far away, wearing a hood. His cloak had already become fragments, revealing his lower skin armor. He also held a bloody Knight''s long sword in his hand, and calmly walked to the staring mercenary leader.
"I accept your challenge."