Wayne was separated, Luo was separated, and Bimoye was also separated from the team. He ran wildly under the city wall with the Ji Sword on his back, and a group of Yanyang Army was chasing him behind him.
Suddenly, another group of Yanyang troops appeared in front of them. As soon as Bimoye raised his head, he immediately mobilized the wind element and flew up the city wall.
"Don't let him run away. This guy has killed many of us." Dozens of Yanyang Army also stepped on the air and chased him against the breeze.
As soon as Bimoye climbed onto the city wall, he saw that the people around him were all from the Yanyang Army.
Those Yanyang soldiers were also startled, and then they slashed at him with their swords and shouting.
"Damn, where are the people from the coalition forces?" Bimoye couldn't help but curse. He already had several injuries on his body. The Yangyan Army here are all high-level soldiers, and some of them are of the same strength as himself.
Master.
Without a moment's delay, Bimoye immediately sprayed the wind elements gathered around him in the opposite direction, driving away the Yanyang Army, and then used the reaction force to run towards the other side of the city wall.
In fact, there are many coalition forces and mercenaries on the city wall. However, although the coalition forces are large in number, in terms of quality, many of their teams are intermediate in strength, so the Yanyang Army has the upper hand for a while. But this is not the case.
It is only temporary. Although the main city of Yanyang sent two thousand-man guard regiments to support them, the role of the two thousand soldiers is very limited. It seems that the three guard cities are in short supply at the same time, and the main city of Yanyang can no longer mobilize any extra troops.
Reinforcements have arrived.
Bimoye has always been the pride of the empire, but now he seems a little embarrassed, being chased everywhere. But you can't blame him. Although he has the strength of a great magician, in a huge whirlpool like war, he can't
Like a small fish swimming backwards. A thousand-man regiment of the Yanyang Army has three captains. Almost each of these three captains has the strength of a great magician and a true knight. In addition, there are groups of fierce demonic beasts.
In the midst of the flying arrows, a magician from the Yanyang Army cast two powerful flame spells in succession. Four or five meters high flames immediately surged up on the dozens of meters wide city wall, spreading behind Bimoye.
, quickly chased after him, completely immersing him in the flames. At the same time, in the flames, seven crimson flame flying arrows pierced Bimoye's vest one after another.
Although Bimoye immediately blocked three ice walls with his body, the ice walls became much more fragile in the flames of the flaming dragon. Two flaming dragon arrows completely shattered the three ice walls, leaving five flames.
All the arrows exploded on him. Bimoye flew forward, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. The magician who injured him had very strong magic power. Fortunately, he kept pouring magic power into his whole body. The burning flames, this kind
This level of magic won't hurt him, it will just consume his magic power.
Bimoye was hit, and the Yanyang Army quickly caught up with him. He quickly teleported, but before the magic was fully activated, a figure suddenly appeared above his head.
"Hmph, you want to run?" The Yanyang Army magician had already anticipated Bimoye's next move. Almost at the same time that he appeared, a flaming magic circle appeared in front of his left palm: "Fire·Big Pyroblast!"
‘Boom!’
A big explosion exploded on the city wall.
"Ah~!" Bimoye was knocked away by the big explosion, his expression was extremely painful. It was obvious that he was seriously injured. And those knights, warriors and perhaps inexperienced magicians rushed up at the same time, all kinds of
All kinds of skills were summoned to Bimoye who was flying in the air.
Of course, Bimoye knew that he was fighting with his life. If he was attacked by them like this, he would die immediately, so he gritted his teeth and opened the sealing shield.
After a random bombardment, Bimoye rolled and fell to the ground, and immediately took advantage of the situation to roll again. At the same time, his consciousness condensed, his magic power gathered, and a thirty-six-meter-large light wheel appeared behind him: "Snow Burial·
Snow festival style!"
His body was shaking wildly because he was struggling to gather such powerful magic power in such a short period of time. The tearing pain spread throughout his body. Veins popped up on his forehead. He gritted his teeth to provide the energy for the magic.
Enough magic.
'boom!!'
From the moment Bimoye jumped onto the city wall to the time this magic appeared, it only took a dozen seconds. The Yanyang Army that was catching up was only five or six meters away from him.
In an instant, hundreds of thousands of tons of blizzard erupted from behind the big light wheel, burying all those who rushed up in it.
Bimoye jumped out of the snow. He only felt that his body was weak and his arms were shaking. In fact, he didn't need to exert so much effort to cast this magic. It was just that he couldn't bear the forced gathering of so much magic power.
It was impossible for all Yan Yangyang buried in the huge snow waves to die. They were all very strong and would not die so easily, so Bimoye did not dare to stay for a long time and immediately jumped off the city and ran away.
He went, but instead of running towards the coalition forces, he ran into the city again. He was not cowardly enough to hide in the camp and finish the battle, otherwise he would not need to come to this place.
…
On the other side, Wein and his two dozen or so people found a private house and hid in it. After closing the door, their nervous expressions relaxed a lot.
You can't blame them for being timid and afraid of death. War is not a duel between mercenaries. I won't tell you the rules of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... The rules of war are very simple. You kill with one sword.
If you are in front of someone, there will be someone behind you who will stab you to death. As a mercenary, although you have to fight, you do not have to die. The real strong man is not the kind of reckless recklessness, but the one who uses wisdom and force to protect himself.
and the people around you.
The number and strength of Ween and the others are not strong enough to confront the Yanyang Army, so hiding is a wise choice and there is no shame in it.
A bunch of people were crowded into a small space where they could take off their shoes. The captain looked at the stairs leading to the second floor, then looked at the living room next to him, and said: "Check the room, don't make too much noise."
There were more than 20 people. One group went up to the second floor, and others entered the living room.
Wayne stepped on the red carpet and sat down on the soft sofa: "Wow, it's so luxurious!"
Exquisite porcelain, a gold plate standing on the table, exquisitely carved white stone statues, and gorgeous weapons hanging on the wall. They just entered an ordinary house casually, but they didn't expect it to be so luxurious. Even civilians lived like this.
In these days, it's hard to imagine how luxurious the 'officials' in Yanyang City live. No wonder five countries want to seize the Yanyang area at any cost. The wealth contained in this small few hundred kilometers can definitely make them richer than any other country.
"Captain, there is a lot of food in the freezer." A team member shouted softly.
Speaking of food, everyone is hungry. After entering Yanyang City, their spirits have been tense. Excessive tension consumes a lot of physical strength.
The captain said: "Just right, is there anyone who knows how to cook?"
Soon two people went to the kitchen to make food.
The captain took a bottle of ice milk from the freezer, took a big sip, and threw it to another brother: "Hey! When I can live such a life, I will stop being a mercenary."
Several other team members also felt the same way.
Susan took off a sword on the wall and waved it lightly at the stone statue next to her. The sword groaned softly, and the stone statue was cut in half like tofu, and the cut was as smooth as silence.
The people next to me opened their mouths.
"No wonder... no wonder he wasn't scared at all when I slashed at that guy. With such sophisticated equipment, what the hell, what we are wearing is just scrap metal." One guy said bitterly.
Everyone began to pay attention to the weapons and armor decorated in the room, and rushed to wear them regardless of whether they fit or not.
Because it is a war city, there are many weapons displayed in the house. Wayne also found a big sword, with three small words "Halberblade" written on the edge under the knife. Wayne waved it and collected it with satisfaction.
He stood up and threw away the 'broken' giant sword he was carrying and didn't want it anymore.
"Hey, Wayne, be gentle." The captain yelled nervously.
Only then did Wayne remember that people like him were still in danger, and apologized.
A few people who went upstairs came down, and looking at their happy faces, it seemed that they had found a lot of good things.
At this time, a small "click-click" sound reached the ears of everyone in the hall, and everyone fell silent. It was the sound of the key opening the door, and they locked the door after entering.
Everyone's heart was raised again.
"Damn it!" the captain cursed, moved his fingers, called two people to quietly come to the door, and then winked.
One person turned the door bolt and opened the door quickly. The captain at the door reached out and lifted the person outside the door. As soon as the door was closed, another person stabbed the person in the stomach with a knife.
She is a middle-aged woman, holding a staff in her hand, and she is a magician.
The captain covered her mouth and didn't let go until she slowly closed her eyes in pain and her body softened.
Several people breathed a sigh of relief, but there were still a few people standing there staring blankly, including Wayne. The room became very quiet, and no one made a sound, but the feelings in these people's hearts were different.
Not the same.
"It's the enemy, it's the enemy." Wayne told himself in his heart, which made him feel better.
But at this moment, a child's cry suddenly sounded outside the door.
"There's someone outside the door!" The people in the room became nervous again.
The captain quickly opened the door again. There was no one at the door, but there was a five or six-year-old boy crying loudly by the door.
Maybe he cried not because he knew his mother was dead, but because he was afraid that his mother who was beside him would suddenly disappear.
The captain looked around outside the door and caught the kid in. The guy who killed him before raised his knife again.
"Hey! He's still a child!" Wayne shouted in surprise, eyes wide open.
The captain said: "If he keeps crying, he will attract the Yanyang Army." As he spoke, he covered the little boy's mouth and twisted his neck.
‘click’
The crying suddenly stopped.
Wayne looked at this scene in shock. He really couldn't imagine how these people could bear to do it.
Susan watched in horror, tears streaming down her face. She covered her mouth hard, trying not to cry.
Two innocent lives were ruined like this. At least one of them was innocent...