Chapter 925

The burning pain on his face told Sean that he was not dreaming, but was really sent to a battlefield by the scroll of Hercules's pit father.

The sharp arrow scratched his cheek and nailed it into an ancient tree behind him. The quiver of the arrow feather was clearly visible.

Sean didn't know whether he was lucky enough, or whether the scroll actually had a certain protective ability? But if you can choose, Sean would rather choose the former. At least he was not sent to the nest of a holy beast, and he was not directly shot in the head when he was sent - as long as his head tilted a little to the left, the arrow would not be as simple as wiping his face.

The strong below the holy land are not strong enough to ignore the general physical attack, so even the arrows without enchantment are threatening.

Only the strong who really reach the holy land can ignore this kind of ordinary weapon damage without enchantment only by their flesh.

At this time, Sean was at the edge of a battlefield.

The strong smell of blood filled the air and seemed to choke his nose. However, for Sean, who was used to the battlefield blood and fire, the smell was not so bad. On the contrary, it was because the bursts of tearing pain from his body made him feel very uncomfortable.

This is very similar to the sequelae of transmitting magic array.

When the teleportation magic array is used, it will not only consume the spirit of the teleportator, but also cause a certain burden on the body. However, as long as it is not continuous transmission or long-distance transmission, it will not cause too strong burden. Sean didn't know where the scroll sent him, but at least he was sure that the physical damage caused by the scroll was stronger than long-distance transmission. He had the illusion that his body was pieced together.

In front of us, the battle cry is still deafening.

Sean was finally able to see his surroundings.

Both sides in the war are human, and coincidentally, both sides are obviously mercenaries, but the one who is occupying the advantage is pretending to be a robber. However, in Sean's eyes, these fake robbers still have very strong mercenary characteristics - in fact, in miracle mainland, many mercenary regiments occasionally guest play the acts of robbers and bandits. As long as they keep it secret enough, they won't be wanted by the mercenary guild.

This is actually an unwritten hidden rule.

However, those mercenary regiments with a certain reputation usually don't do such activities.

"Hey! There is a fish in the net! " Sean saw someone pointing at him and yelling. It was a teenager of about fourteen or five years old, or even younger, because teenagers in the mercenary Corps often grew older than their actual age.

There was an anger in Sean's heart.

Several men who were directing their men to besiege another group of mercenaries turned around and glanced at Sean after hearing the boy's cry.

The distance between the two sides is only 30 or 40 meters, and the terrain is relatively open, so Sean can easily see each other's eyes.

It was a kind of indifference.

Real indifference to life.

Then, he saw the other party say something quickly. One of the few people standing beside him quickly left the team, and then rushed to him with the young man.

Sean let out a sneer.

The black king was at his feet, and he was about to lift up his sword.

But what Sean didn't expect was that he didn't lift the black king, but was driven by the power of the black king and fell heavily to the ground, sending out a stronger sense of pain all over his body. Sean's face suddenly changed. He realized that the tear caused by the transmission reel had seriously affected his strength. At this moment, he was probably no better than a new bronze player.

Before, Sean could ignore these two groups because he knew he was strong enough to crush the whole game.

But at this time, his strength was hurt, so he couldn't ignore these people in front of him - among the two people rushing towards him, the young man's strength might not even have the lower bronze, which could be ignored, but the other person had the lower silver strength, which was a little stronger than Sean at this time.

And the weight of the black king, at least to the upper level of silver, can hold it. At this time, Sean doesn't have enough strength, let alone waving the black king, it's very difficult to pick it up.

Without the slightest hesitation, Sean immediately gave up the black king, took out an ordinary weapon made by old Quinn directly from the storage space, and then got up quickly. The other two didn't see how Sean took out the sword. They just thought that the long black sword in Sean's hand was a pair of twin swords. At this time, they just separated, so they didn't care too much. They were confident that they could kill Sean easily with their own strength.

Today alone, at least six or seven people died in the bronze realm at his hands. The momentum emitted by Sean is not strong, even weaker than himself. How could the middle-aged man be afraid.

The distance between the two sides was quickly shortened.

The boy took out a dagger and did not attack immediately. Instead, he rolled on the spot from the side, and the whole man's breath became weak. Obviously, it was a thief who learned to hide his breath, but his technique was not very skilled, and his kung fu was not so profound, so he could not hide Sean's perception, but if he was dealing with ordinary silver masters, the boy could play a good tracking role.

He was so vicious at a young age. Even if he knew that it was forced by the other party to make a living, Sean still had a sense of killing in his heart.

I'm afraid that the reason why another mercenary regiment was attacked by this group of disguised mountain bandits was that they exposed their wealth in front of the young man.

About to decide not to stay, Sean looked at the middle-aged man who was getting closer and closer to himself. Naturally, he wouldn't have any deliberate moves. His current situation is a little serious. He must end the battle as soon as possible. If he delays, who knows whether his injury will worsen. If so, the end may be very bad. The mercenaries disguised as mountain bandits obviously didn't intend to stay alive, so it meant that even if Sean reported his identity, they would kill themselves without hesitation.

Sean took a strong breath, ignoring the burning feeling when the fighting spirit circulated in his body, and the seal on the back of his hands lit up slightly.

The middle-aged man is not big, but he is majestic compared with the boy. His weapon is a chopper, which is the most common weapon among mercenaries - because it has sufficient lethality and the price is usually very cheap. Even if it is damaged, it doesn't cost a few money to change it. In the same weapons of ordinary quality, the long sword is at least three to five silver coins more expensive than the chopper.

Sean just noticed that many people in this mercenary regiment use cheap equipment such as choppers and long guns, and most of their armor is leather half body armor. As long as the mercenary leader who looks like a commander wears a whole set of leather armor and a long broad sword that should pay attention to cutting around his waist.

On the contrary, the mercenary regiment that is at a disadvantage mostly uses long sword weapons. Some mercenaries also have a small round shield covered with iron, which proves that their mercenary regiment has relatively rich financial resources. But they are not rich, because the armor on these people is also mainly made of leather half body armor. At this time, they surrounded several carriages into a circle to make a simple fortification. They were trying their best to resist the external attacks. They also tried to break through several times, but each time they were completely suppressed, but lost the bodies of several companions.

In half an hour at most, the group will be completely surrounded and killed. Because their archers have been suppressed so that they can't lift their heads, which makes the fortifications surrounded by carriages and trucks worthless.

At this time, the middle-aged man had come to Sean. He raised his chopping knife high and chopped it at Sean's head.

This is his usual attack. As long as Sean dodges, he will completely gain the upper hand. Next, he is confident that there are ways to force Sean into a dead corner and cut off his head.

I'm afraid the whole process will take less than ten seconds.

For mercenaries, what they believe in is the saying "the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road".

But this time, the mercenary obviously found the wrong opponent.

Sean didn't even have the slightest intention to avoid the knife. He didn't even blink. A trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged mercenary. He only thought Sean was scared and stupid, so he not only didn't stop, but did his best to chop down, and the three parts that should have been left to change were exhausted together.

It was not until the blade almost reached his forehead that Sean finally took the shot - he had to take a risk because he was so badly injured that he could only use himself as a bait.

When Sean started, the middle-aged man suddenly felt cold all over him. A sense of danger made him abandon his knife and retreat. As mercenaries, they do the work of licking blood at the edge of the knife. They are extremely sensitive to the judgment of danger, so experienced old mercenaries often choose to believe in intuition. No matter how beautiful the immediate interests look, they will not hesitate to give up.

It's just a pity that it's obviously too late to let go and abandon the knife at this time.

Sean's forehead turned silver, and the chopper fell on his head with only a spark. The mercenary's pupil shrank suddenly, and Sean's lightning direct shot a sword through the mercenary's heart, but the blade didn't come out.

A crimson magic array floated on the back of the middle-aged mercenary - all the sword blades that should have penetrated into the magic array, and then emerged 40 cm behind Sean. Most of the sword blades directly pierced the young man who was trying to sneak close to Sean to stab his back. His eyes looked very frightened, but he could only make a sound like a bellows blowing. He couldn't say a complete word, and a lot of blood gushed out of the carotid artery.