Heimer held the long sword that was still dripping with blood and split the wooden board blocking the road in front of him with one strike.
From time to time, he looked back at the situation behind him to make sure that the group of wolf-headed men had not immediately chased them.
Apparently the smoke caused by the fire affected the tracking ability of these hunters, and they were unable to quickly determine the whereabouts of this group of people.
"Hurry up! Follow us!"
Heimer waved his hand and led everyone across the small river in front of him, which was not fast.
He knew that this safe state was only short-lived, and it was completely unreliable to get rid of those guys with a keen sense of smell just by relying on a little smoke.
In just a moment, the wolf-headed men will chase after them. The river will block the smell and buy them time.
Although the river is not fast, it does not mean that it is not deep. If you want to go directly to the other side of the river, you still have to swim across it.
"Ugh!"
A sudden scream from behind disturbed Heimer's thoughts.
"Uh? What's wrong?"
Heimer exclaimed in surprise. He had almost swam to the shore, but he didn't expect that the boy behind him was in trouble.
Zeref replied: "Sir, please come and help me. This little girl doesn't seem to be able to swim."
To be precise, there was something wrong not with the boy who had always been calm and unlike a boy, but with the... girl that the boy brought out.
Zeref had to protect his luggage from getting wet, so he put the luggage on his head and could not use his hands to deal with the situation.
The girl stood upright by the river, unwilling to move forward no matter how much the boy next to her urged her.
Her eyes were dull, as if the picture in her eyes was still stuck in the shattered house.
It's not that she can't swim, she just gave up on moving forward.
Regarding the girl who stood by the river and refused to move even half a step, Heimer didn't know how to deal with it.
What happened to the girl just now was too cruel, and the sentimental knight could not be angry at the girl's untimely willfulness at this time.
This girl, who was holding a baby in both hands and whose body was so covered in black ash from smoke that her original appearance could not be discerned, was so lucky.
It's a miracle they were able to get her and the baby out at the last minute:
Bang!!
The young man pulled the trigger, and the bowstring made of beef tendons opened in a fatal arc, driving a strong force into the crossbow arrow.
"Uh...ah!"
Before the wolf-headed man had time to react, the crossbow arrow went straight to his right eye. The wolf-headed man's eyeball, which was no different from any other creature, was immediately penetrated by the weapon, and then the barbed arrow pierced it.
his brain.
The short wolf-headed man's body stiffened for a while, then immediately fell down.
The young man came over, kicked the wolf-headed man on the chest, grabbed the crossbow arrow inserted into the head with one hand, and pulled it out.
This wolf-headed man's name is Luoba, and he is a translator brought by the wolf Nurshat.
If Nursha can successfully complete the clan's mission this time, Luoba believes that as long as he can please Nursha, who has a bright future, he will also prosper.
He never imagined that his life would end like this.
All this happened too suddenly, and he still couldn't accept the fact.
"ah…"
Roba lay on the ground twitching and continuing to struggle in vain.
After being pierced by the fatal arrow, he was no longer conscious, and only some of the nerves in his limbs were shrinking instinctively.
The intact left eye stared at the human who killed him after doing all this, but this eye filled with fear and anger did not close.
The young man knelt down and closed his eyes for him.
Is this a ritual?
The young man bent slightly towards the wolf-headed man and bowed to the deceased with an inconspicuous movement.
This small movement was not noticed by the two people behind him.
Zeref carried his luggage and walked over with Heimer. He praised: "Well done!"
"It's nothing."
The young man handed the arrow in his hand to Zeref. He did not mean to be humble when he said this. In his opinion, it was not difficult at all to shoot such a completely defenseless opponent.
"We have to go over there quickly to see what these wolf-headed men are up to."
Heimer urged.
Just because they dealt with the wolf-headed man doesn't mean the front is safe, and the purpose of their coming here isn't just to join in the fun.
What they should do is figuring out the situation of these wolf-headed men.
"Merkfendi (so troublesome...)
Facing the sudden sound coming from nearby, Heimer immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "Get down!!
But it was too late, there were no bunkers around for them to hide in, so they could only lie down on the ground and hide in the light of the fire.
"Roba?!"
This wolf-headed man strolled over, originally intending to come to Roba to ask if this mission was completed, so that he and his other brothers could leave this poor place as quickly as possible.
But he didn't expect that when he came to where Roba should be, he didn't see the shadow of the short wolf-headed man.
So he walked closer, thinking that the cunning guy might have found a shady and secluded place to laze around.
"Roba?!!"
When he walked to the area that Roba was responsible for, he immediately felt that something was wrong here.
He inhaled his nose, which had been numbed by the smoke, and then he smelled a special and familiar smell.
It was the smell of fresh blood. Although it was not obvious mixed with the smell of charcoal and grease, the subtle smell still sent a chill down his spine.
Then he looked down and saw the source of the smell:
Roba, the short wolf-headed man fell to the ground, with bright red liquid oozing out of his head and white brains among it.
"Baros (there is an enemy)!"
After realizing the danger, he began to howl to call his companions.
But how could Heimer, an experienced warrior, just sit idly by?
A ray of sword light struck, and the wolf-headed man was startled. He quickly stepped back and used his wolf claws to resist the sword blade that had thrust in front of him.
Although fatal injuries were avoided, his sharp claws were still dripping with blood.
Heimer had been squatting behind a broken cabinet next to the wolf-headed man. When he saw the wolf-headed man howling, he knew that their whereabouts had been exposed.
He thought that a sudden attack could kill the enemy with one blow, but he still underestimated the reaction ability of these wolf-headed men.
"Glen! (Come on!)"
The werewolf warrior distanced himself from Heimer and took out the mace on his waist.
The injury to the dewclaw affected his grip strength, and the pain from the incision on the claw also made him look hideous.
"Drink!!"
Heimer took an offensive stance with his long sword. The opponent was already injured, and there was no reason to give the wolf-headed man any chance to breathe.
He picked up his sword and thrust forward, aiming for the enemy's throat.
Heimer's swordsmanship emphasizes quick combat. His sword skills are swift and fierce, and every strike contains explosive force. Very few people can gain an advantage in early fights with him.
"roar!!"
But his opponent was a wolf-headed man, and he was an elite member of the orc army.
Although the injuries on the wolf's claws affected the wolf-headed man's combat prowess, it did not interfere with the use of his power.
When he wielded the mace and fought with Heimer, Heimel's sword was directly deflected by the mace.
Heimer realized that he could not compete with this brutal wolf-headed man. Faced with the rusty steel nails on the mace, Heimer chose to keep a distance to temporarily avoid the edge.
"It's a bit tricky..."
Heimer clicked his tongue and looked around.
It seems that no other wolf-headed men have appeared yet, so it can be considered that we have not encountered the worst situation.
Although the wolf-headed man in front of him is not as strong as the one he met on the cliff before, he is not a simple thing that can be killed in one go.
"Glen!! (Come on!)"
Heimer said a beast language to provoke his opponent, and the wolf-headed man roared back and rushed towards him.
If the wolf-headed man in front of him concentrates on defense to delay time, Heimer really won't be able to do anything against him for a while.
But when the opponent takes the initiative to attack, he has an opportunity to take advantage of it.
Heimer tilted his head and dodged the mace whizzing past his ear.
It was not his purpose to dodge the attack. At this time, he squatted down, holding the sword with one hand and stabbed the wolf-headed man in the abdomen with one sword.
"Uh-huh!"
After a successful blow, the wolf-headed man covered the gash that had just been made on his stomach.
Stumbling around, he and Heimer were out of position, and the two warriors exchanged positions.
"Brendren Agra (who are you?)"
Few humans can stand on equal footing with these heroic wolf-headed warriors.
Moreover, as the warrior of the clan chosen by the alpha wolf Nursha, he has confidence in his own strength.
But now he was at a disadvantage in the hands of this human being. The impact of this incident on him was no less than that of learning that Nursha had been severely injured by humans.
"..."
Heimer only knew a few simple words in animal language, and he didn't know what the wolf-headed man actually said.
So he simply ignored his opponent's words and took advantage of the wolf-headed man's instability to launch another offensive.
call!
A piercing sword light struck at the wolf-headed man's chest. Due to the injuries on his body, the wolf-headed man could no longer judge the direction of his opponent's attack, so he had to hold the mace across his chest to block his vitals.
He thought to himself that as long as he could delay for some more time, his companions would surely notice the problem, and he would be able to recover from this unfavorable situation.
But compared with reality, this idea is obviously too good.
Heimer suddenly sank down and changed the direction of the sword in his hand.
"Uh-huh!"
As a result, he knelt down holding his injured leg and lost his lower body. He was completely unable to withstand the opponent's attack.
He originally thought that the opponent's attack was on the chest, but instead of hitting the mace as he expected, Heimer's sword instead attacked the legs.
Facing the chill coming from his neck, the wolf-headed man gave up his resistance and closed his eyes.
Obviously, he lost the battle.
It is not a shame to lose to this human being.
The opponent's combat experience was much richer than his. Perhaps based solely on strength, he would have the advantage, but this human did not give him a chance to display his abilities.
With a crisp "click" sound, the wolf-headed man was beheaded by Heimer.
The ferocious wolf head rolled to the ground and spun around a few times before stopping. The headless body was gushing blood.
Heimer avoided it in time, so he was not stained by the sticky blood.
"Oops!"
But when he stared at the blood on the ground, he realized that he had made an extremely stupid mistake.
It can even be said to be an almost fatal... mistake.