Asike finished the barbecue and put away all the bamboo sticks.
Then he turned around and saw a group of ghouls running up the slope, their sharp claws kicking up dust on the mountain road.
If you think about it carefully, it is a matter of course. If the undead saw a human being eating and drinking on the mountain, most likely they would not think it was a "provocation", but would suspect that the man was creating an ambush or trap up there.
For example, setting off a landslide to bury and destroy all the undead?
So to be on the safe side, the commander will definitely choose to send the undead to kill this guy.
On the battlefield below, the Plantagenet Mercenary Group also saw the attack on the hillside in the distance.
Although this is somewhat politically incorrect, everyone at this time unanimously speculated with a tendency that the man must be in danger.
Who taught you to eat barbecue and drink beer on the edge of the battlefield? You deserve to die!
Ask looked at the ghouls calmly. This low-level undead unit...had just left Constantinople and dealt with the undead changes with the night watchers during the time when he had been able to crush them regardless of the numerical difference.
The other party.
At this time, he was already a law-level powerhouse with four skills and three specializations in hand. Of course, he was not afraid of these ghouls.
He stretched out his hand, pulled out a spear from the air with his right hand, and carried it on his right shoulder gracefully.
Jump back!
The ghoul at the front swooped up, Asik jumped back with his gun in his hand and stabbed the gun in the air.
Even without using law skills, ordinary martial arts are still effective in killing these undead. The ghoul was stabbed by the tip of his spear, then picked up and thrown towards the group of ghouls behind him.
Da da da da da!
When this unlucky ghoul was flying in the air, the spear in Asker's right hand had disappeared and turned into a miniature submachine gun.
The bullet hit the ghoul's body, flying flesh and blood while accelerating it, and smashed into the middle of other ghouls like a cannonball. Asik turned over and put away the submachine gun, and then conjured a rocket launcher from behind.
boom!
Rockets trailing white smoke were fired into the group of ghouls, blowing them all off the cliff.
Everyone on the battlefield at the foot of the mountain:???
Wait, what the hell is that magic trick that turns into a gun and a rocket launcher? Is this man eating barbecue on the hillside a supernatural being?
After guessing the other party's true identity, everyone in the Plantagenet Mercenary Group fell silent.
Immediately afterwards, even more intense resentment arose.
In the mercenary world, the vast majority of mercenaries absorb spirituality by killing extraordinary creatures. These escaped extraordinary powers can only strengthen their bodies or spirits, but cannot give them any sequence abilities.
After all, being able to advance in level by taking magic potions is a resource that only a few people can enjoy.
Therefore, even in the Plantagenet mercenary group, which is very famous on the mainland, the majority of extraordinary people with levels are not in the majority. The grassroots team captains can usually redeem potions with their military exploits and rise to .4. While acquiring abilities, they can also
Does not affect fertility.
If you want to rise to lv.5 or above, it is basically a person who has made up his mind to dedicate his life to the mercenary career. They are usually the backbone of local groups, such as group leaders or main attackers. As for the above law level
, they are basically expert-level elite mercenaries trained in the team headquarters.
Therefore, no matter whether this extraordinary person is a team leader-level figure, a backbone who can compete with the team leader, or even an elite expert (law level) from the headquarters, it stands to reason that he can defeat these undead!
So why didn't you take action during the whole process? Just watch us bleed and sweat from above? How comfortable are you eating barbecue and drinking beer?
Of course, we were all mercenaries, and we didn’t expect the other party to come over to help for free, so we just cursed a few words in our stomachs and continued to focus on the battlefield. On the contrary, the undead army on the opposite side, after lingering for half a minute,
Started to retreat slowly and prepared to evacuate.
Apparently, after the ghoul team that circled the hillside was neatly dispatched by a strange human man, the operator of the undead army also began to feel uneasy and chose to temporarily retreat and wait and see.
After all the undead retreated, the Plantagenet mercenary group also began to regroup and retreat. The lobster gunmen carried guns in front, and the highland swordsmen guarded the sides and behind, always paying attention to the surrounding situation.
"Hey, that man ran down." Someone reminded.
Ask rushed down the steep hillside quickly, constantly using his strength on various raised rocks, and finally landed on the ground like flying, stood firm, and then walked towards the Plantagenet Mercenary Group.
The mercenaries did not act like they were facing a formidable enemy (after all, if he was hostile, they could just shoot on the hillside), they just stared at him with unkind eyes.
As if to kill him with righteous eyes.
"Porse mercenary group?" Ask waved his hand.
The crowd was silent for a moment, and under the protection of Highland Swordsman captain McGree, the leader of the team came out.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"Assistance sent by the Bull Mercenary Group." Asik took out the certification document given by Grand Commander Deslar and threw it over.
Aid? Only then did everyone remember that there was indeed such a thing.
Since the troops stationed here are the weakest among the many fronts in the Central Mountains, the undead have recently been concentrating their forces to attack the fortress behind them, trying to break through the human camp's defense line from this position.
While fighting bravely, the Plantagenet Mercenary Group sent a request for help to the city of Valencia, hoping to get some combat supplies.
Of course, it's best to provide supplies; if that doesn't work, you can just send people over. Even if your Bull Mercenary Group doesn't give you anything, at worst we'll have to abandon the city and evacuate. Anyway, it's not us Britannia who is being invaded by the undead.
I really didn't expect that the Bull Mercenary Group actually sent people here.
A man didn't bring any supplies, and he spent half a day on the hillside eating barbecue and beer... Wait, where did he get the barbecue and beer? Could it be the food supplies that the Bull Mercenary Group asked him to bring?
Bar!!!
Thinking of this, the Plantagenet mercenaries almost ate his heart out, and almost all of them stared out their eyes. As soon as the leader said something, they all drew their swords and guns to chop him into undead.
No, it's rotten flesh that even the necromancer can't revive.
"I am the commander of the Southwest Branch of the Plantagenet Mercenary Group. You can call me Eric." After confirming that the document was not forged, Captain Eric said with a stern expression.
As the commander who directed the whole battle in the team, he was naturally hungry and thirsty at this time. The red military uniform was completely soaked with sweat, making it even more sticky and uncomfortable.
As for the reinforcements on the opposite side, not only did they not participate in the entire battle, they did not even break a sweat.
I understand, but I still feel uncomfortable with him. Even if you are just one person and cannot actually control the direction of the battle, at least come down and support us for a few minutes? What the hell is it that you are just watching from the beginning to the end?