Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

What?

As beings who are both soldiers and bandits, mountain mercenaries are naturally good at robbing homes and other things.

And once anything becomes professional and specialized, it will form a fixed set of logic for doing things.

Therefore, before they robbed and killed this group of merchants, they deliberately sent out spies to make sure that no one was around before taking action.

After all, although this group of shameless plunderers don’t seem to have much face in the strict sense,

But when you do bad things, you can always leave a little room for maneuver by covering others' eyes and ears a little, so as to avoid being embarrassed when talking about cooperation in the future.

so……

Damn it, haven't you already done a good job of investigating it? Why can someone still touch it so close?

But now is not the time to settle internal issues. The mercenaries always pursue simple sword diplomacy.

The weapon in his hand moved faster than the doubts in his heart. Without saying a word, the men and horses on both sides started fighting.

Moreover, the beginning of the war was a bloody battle, a life-and-death struggle, and casualties soon appeared.

The mercenaries were horrified. Although this group of strange orientals were far inferior to themselves in terms of personal strength, their courage was extremely evil.

It was clear that his comrade had fallen beside him, but he could still continue fighting without fear.

It's clear that he's been hit hard, but he's still laughing and trying to make a change.

just like……

They are legendary heroic spirits who are not afraid of death.

Even if you die in battle, can you be guided by the Valkyrie to return to the Holy Seat and come back again?

And the players are also frightened. After all, the fighting power of this group of human wild monsters is so strong that they can't defeat them even if they try their best!

They can only fall one after another, exchanging cruel battle losses for the enemy's death.

[Shit official, I just had a good time, and the monster from the underworld comes out again to give everyone a boost, right? 】

[I feel like the gunblade guys are not that ruthless. They are all ruthless and vicious, specializing in the lower three lanes, just like a group of thieves]

【Brother! Brother, please say something, brothers can’t swallow this breath! 】

【Don’t worry! 】

While squatting in the urinal and yelling curses, the [Judgment], as the president, also started to shake people.

Being able to form such a retro guild, he is naturally a boss in reality, and he especially likes to add money to all kinds of strange web games.

So after learning about the game Code Name: Yangyue, he immediately spent money and resources, bought accounts to build a team, and established a guild that focused on brotherhood.

He originally thought about randomly spending millions in exchange for fun and following the trend of young people, but he was surprised to find that this seemed to be his first time making money from a game.

Although the funds obtained from live broadcasts and advertisements are currently only a fraction of the initial investment, they are still a real explosion of gold coins!

Now the little old man got excited and brought his real-life social circle into the game, and even formed a professional team to assist in development.

Therefore, his circle of friends will not be ordinary people, they can be called the beta hero spectrum.

[Old Fu, my brother has been hacked. Can you call the brothers from Gunblade to help? 】

[Xingxing, my uncle has encountered a new monster here. Do you think you can send an extermination commission? Just this coordinate]

[Mr. Howard, do you still remember the previous contract? I think I can give you a lead]

On this valley path, the mercenaries also killed the last enemy.

Because of the high overall strength of our side, the battle loss ratio in this battle was very low.

But for no reason, I got into a fight with a group of life-threatening lunatics in the wilderness...

Several comrades died, and they couldn't even pick up any loot, which made the mercenaries feel extremely aggrieved.

Sheldon's face became increasingly gloomy, and he asked his men to clean up the battlefield and quickly left the place.

But I was busy fighting just now, and I was so excited that I didn't have time to think.

Now marching quickly on the quiet path, they gradually came to their senses.

That's not right. We have clearly dealt with it from head to tail. How could their reinforcements come so quickly?

Yeah, and what's going on with these guys? They don't even have corpses when they die.

Could it be the so-called ghost soldiers? But my body was obviously hot when I wrestled with that person.

After talking about this, the atmosphere among the mercenaries has become increasingly weird.

Fear is like a sharp thorn. Even if no one dares to touch its edge, it has penetrated into everyone's heart invisibly.

This group of rough guys who usually like to speak loudly and loudly to show off their bravery, may have lowered their voices so low for the first time in their lives.

enough!

Sheldon's roar stopped all the whispers.

——If we let them continue talking like this, their morale will completely collapse!

But when he turned around and tried to obliterate all doubts with his sharp gaze as usual, what he saw were faces of extreme horror.

this……!

He quickly turned around, only to find that at some point, three half-sized turtle-backed beasts had appeared at the end of the road.

They had killed many of these beasts, perhaps in order to run with this strong and heavy armor on their backs. The solid muscles of the four legs were very strong to bite.

At that time, there was also a young mercenary who was born as a serf and said with a smile that if he could transport this thing back to the deep forest kingdom, it would definitely be a good cow!

So what made this group of mercenaries change their colors was not them, but the huge wooden mechanical creation on the cart being dragged behind the Turtle Beast.

As a time traveler, although Lionheart King failed to point out more advanced technology, he still created some interesting things.

So they could tell at a glance that this should be a bed crossbow!

only……

Is there a bed crossbow that looks like this?

In order to better expand, the northern nobles in the deep forest allowed the mercenary group to recruit members locally.

But in order to ensure their absolute control, the backbone of the team must be the cronies they have cultivated during the long war.

Therefore, Sheldon, who was born as a knight and had experienced hundreds of battles under the Marquis, not only recognized this weapon, but also knew its fatal weakness.

Granted, as mechanical creations, they deal a lot of damage.

But the prerequisite is that there must be enough soldiers to cover it and create a suitable output environment!

But now, there are only three operators around this strange bed crossbow, and they are even standing aside with their hands folded, showing no intention of taking the time to load the weapon.

--Chance!

But just when he put his hand on the handle of the knife and was about to call his men to kill him, he was suddenly shocked.

That was an instinct developed on the battlefield, and he was already being targeted!

But the opponent's speed was too fast. Before he could drag his legs, the sound of howling wind could be heard in his ears.

The next moment, an arrow grazed his wrist and was nailed to the ground at his feet.

Why are reinforcements coming again? Do they have any witchcraft to communicate instantly even though they are thousands of miles apart?

Holding his breath, he slowly raised his head.

It turned out that there was a heavily armed man standing on the mountain wall nearby, and the coldness in his eyes could be seen even through the mask.

In a daze, the blood-stained memory came to Sheldon's mind. It was the last battle he experienced on the kingdom's northern defense line.

Because of the wrong decision of the Supreme Archon, a team of ten thousand people was trapped in the sandstorm ambush of the Lion Tribe hero.

By the time he followed the Marquis to support them, they had already been slaughtered by the centaur horse archers with an unsolvable death ring.

The speed of the orc coalition under unified command was too fast. In just a few hours, even the battlefield was cleaned up.

The person responsible for cutting off the rear was none other than the opponent's most elite cavalry - the bodyguards of Timos Khan.

Even if there are only a few hundred people, thousands of royal troops can be fooled and they will not dare to pursue.

Sheldon was lucky, or rather unlucky, to have seen them firsthand.

When one of the cavalry and archery teams was performing a flank head shave, he had to roll fast enough to avoid having his head chopped off by the sharp moon knife.

But when he couldn't help but look back, he remembered the look in the eyes of one of the cavalry.

Cold and cruel, just like today!

And as the arrow landed, the grass on both sides continued to shake, and a large group of people poured out of it.

Although the equipment and weapons were various, and the expressions were also moody and angry, Sheldon could feel that they were all professionals.

Damn it, what the hell is this place?

How could there be nearly a thousand fully armed men with combat prowess comparable to that of the count's own soldiers!

Sheldon gritted his teeth, his heart pounding like a drum.

Resist? Breakout? Fight to the death?

ha.

I have too few people, so forget it!

Quickly taking off the sword from his waist, Sheldon's face showed the unique glib smile of a mercenary.

Masters, I seem to have some misunderstandings with you!

Although he killed more than thirty people on the opposite side, this gap must have been forged.

But in order to survive, he was willing to give it a try as long as there was a way.

After all, dying on the battlefield with the northern barbarians is considered a family honor, and it can be recorded in the family tree.

But if you die in such a horrible place...

I'm afraid he will be recorded as a deserter by the ruthless regiment leader, stripped of all his fame, and reduced to a criminal who can be despised by beggars!

So the other mercenaries followed suit, quickly put down their weapons, and said good things with a smile on their faces.

Unexpectedly, the Orientals surrounding them showed no reaction. They were either holding their hands in the air for unknown reasons, or talking to themselves in the air.

? ? ?

Damn it, I really hit a ghost today!

This must be an ancient killing soul that died here at some point!

At this time, the mercenaries were completely frightened and lost all face. They began to kneel on the ground and kowtow.

The expressions of the players separated by the guild gradually became gentle.

If this was really some kind of group time travel, and so many compatriots were killed inexplicably, they would definitely rush down immediately and slaughter them all.

But this is essentially a game, and those who just died are still yelling and screaming on the public screen, accusing the official of bullying people and opening a copy to deceive people.

Moreover, players are essentially human beings regardless of their race, and most of them are ordinary residents living in a relatively stable environment.

Not to mention the orcs and demi-humans who are not of my race, even the ordinary monsters are too soft-hearted to do anything, and they are still the first-level farming kings.

So facing such a group of unshaven, Europa-looking guys...

Even if they have the label Super bad, recommended to kill on their heads, it would be difficult to kill them all.

This is also the fundamental reason why the Khan shot an arrow without taking his life, only as a warning.

But even if the dead can be resurrected, how can players who are used to win-win situations (meaning I win twice) let them go?

The presidents of each guild were brought into a small group called the [Dungeon Council]. They held a short meeting and successfully reached an agreement.

——You can spare your life, but you can pay full compensation if you cede the land!

The first thing to be discarded was naturally the weapons and equipment that they had planned to make a huge profit from, but they were kept as a fine to compensate the dead.

But just when they were grinning and their flesh ached.

In the crowd, a young man who seemed to be of high status suddenly uttered another sentence.

Tsk, I think your equipment is pretty good...

you!

There was no other way, so the mercenaries could only start to take off their clothes in front of everyone, leaving their extremely precious armors, which were as good as their second lives, on the ground.

By the end, about twenty people were standing barefoot on the path wearing only single clothes, like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Heroes, this is all we have, please show your respect.

After cutting the meat twice in a row, Sheldon was naturally reluctant to part with other supplies in the camp, so he tried to lie again.

The players currently didn't know what the situation was like in their base camp, so they believed his words for the time being.

All right……

Thank you heroes, thank you heroes!

With secret joy in his mouth, Sheldon breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help laughing at the other party's naivety and stupidity in his heart.

Just as he was about to flee with his men, he saw the one with the strongest aura walking out holding a gun.

Wait a minute, you only paid compensation, but what about a formal apology?

Bastards, don't go too far!

Sheldon was scolding in his mind, but he still had a smile on his face.

Hero, didn't we apologize just now?

Unexpectedly, the other party shook his head.

Friends, an apology full of nonsense is not sincere in the slightest. We will not embarrass you, but it must be formal.

And, come one by one!

This tall man seemed to be very popular, and he responded before he finished speaking, leaving no room for them to talk anymore.

The mercenaries don't care, since they are untouchables and have no shame anyway. It doesn't matter if they call each other daddy, let alone shouting sorry.

Under the expectant gazes of his men, Sheldon, even if he still had some noble dignity, could only lower his head and mumble an apology.

But the Eastern people in front of him obviously didn't intend to let him go just like that, and they started laughing while shouting.

No energy!

Can't hear it at all!

Do it again! Do it again!

Sheldon gritted his teeth, but now that he was in the hands of others, he could only apologize again at the signal of the gunman.

However, the players have already gotten over it, and another new wave is coming.

Don't look away! Don't look around!

Are you standing at attention?

You still want to live if you speak so quietly!

If everyone is embarrassed together, it can be seen as fun and hilarious, but if they are embarrassed individually, it is different!

As a noble knight, Sheldon had never experienced such a shameful humiliation and immediately clenched his fists.