It was no problem to bully Xiao Penyu, but seeing him sharpen the huge door-panel sword, the rookie was frightened, and the crispy one was even more powerful.
But the guys guarding the retreat were not rookies.
With one against four, Sven couldn't do it.
There is one principle that must be adhered to when using this kind of extraordinarily large sword, that is, never fall into a formation.
The ambition to be trapped in a battle will lead to death but not life.
If you are stuck with a huge sword, the stars will think you are lacking in IQ.
Sven, who was worried about the captain of the guard, used the poisonous flying knife of justice.
A blow hit the side of the throat, and the poison that sealed the throat with blood ensured that the victim was irresistible. Sven showed his vulnerability, and the enemy caught up with him.
"You go report Brother Tuge, and you come with me to chase him!"
With good luck, the leading mercenary asked for stability, and another person entered the tomb to ask for help.
Two against one, no double-teaming, the two murderers with the tips of their knives licking blood chased Sven's back into the shade of the trees.
After a long night of hard work, Sven was not in good condition. The early morning nap restored some physical strength, but it could not make up for the loss of concentration.
Sven's luck was very good, or it should be said that his opponent's luck was very bad. The arrow aimed at the back of the heart hit the fixed rivet of the shoulder armor. The arrow that was supposed to kill him became a decoration on Sven's back.
Walking into the preset ambush position, Swain jumped off a short cliff, crawled along the trench and hid behind the rubble pile not far away when the enemy caught up with him and successfully left.
"Then Sun Tzu recognizes the sword! Tsk."
"The dog [beep] is quite strong. This sword is quite heavy."
Without Sven's figure, the pursuing mercenary duo did not have the consciousness to kill them all, so they just took the loot and left.
One of them was on guard with a crossbow, and the other jumped down to pick up the sword left by Sven.
So Sven took out the bottle of poisonous mist and threw it out. It was not difficult to climb the trench that was half a person's height, but if he was suddenly attacked, it would be a dream if he didn't take two puffs of the poisonous mist.
The volatile poisonous mist was not fatal, but the spicy mercenary's eyes were blurred with tears and it was difficult to breathe. He struggled to hold on to the earth wall and tried to get around it. He lost his ability to fight in a short period of time.
Don't ask why a woodcutter would have a high-end alchemy product like a poisonous mist bottle. When Sven pulled out his hatchet and hand ax and prepared to fight the last enemy one on one, he found that the man had disappeared.
Loosening his shoulder armor and looking at the crossbow arrow that had pierced the metal, Sven was frightened for a moment. Damn it, these desperadoes they raised actually put poison on the arrowhead!
After dressing up again, Sven was not in a hurry to retrieve his sword. Instead, he followed the traces and found the unlucky guy lying on the grass gasping for breath.
After estimating the distance, Sven was not sure that he could hit the weak spot between the mercenary's armor from such a long distance, so he walked over openly.
Whoosh.
An arrow stuck in front of Sven's toe.
The mercenary leader stood out from behind the hidden tree.
"How about letting me go?"
"Aren't you just trying to kill me by putting your accomplice in this position? Your archery skills are very good."
"Just taking people's money."
"Is there any trust between us?"
"No, no need."
"you say."
"You are very powerful and very anxious. You are in a hurry, right?"
Swain listened quietly and said nothing.
"I just counted a hundred in my mind, but if there is no support, the people in the church are doomed."
The mercenary leader lowered his crossbow, relaxed his stance, and continued.
"You are very powerful, more powerful than me. If we continue to confront each other, I am not sure of victory. No, I am not sure of survival."
"so?"
"Give me a chance and let me go. I don't want to fight you."
Sven took ten steps backward.
The mercenary leader took twenty steps toward his fallen accomplice.
Swain took another ten steps back.
The mercenary walked another twenty steps.
Then the mercenary slowly raised the crossbow, aimed it at the eye socket of his accomplice who was barely breathing on the ground, and pulled the trigger.
"Don't look at me like that. I let the night watchman in."
The mercenary put away his crossbow and threw the quiver on his waist in front of Sven.
"Sister Natalie saved my life, it's that simple. I'm not a good person, but kindness must be repaid and hatred must be repaid."
"He is not your companion?"
Sven was finally moved.
"Where do vultures come from? They just share the same odor."
Sven clasped the flying knife in his palm, slowly bent down to pick up the quiver, and stepped out of the sight of the mercenary leader step by step.
He quickly retrieved the sword, found a bush and threw away the quiver, and quickly returned to the entrance of the tomb. He happened to encounter the "help seeker" who had taken off his clothes and wrapped his belongings. Sven raised his sword and ended his life.
Ignoring the belongings scattered on the ground, Swain picked up the fallen torch and entered it.
There was an uneasy silence along the way.
Through the long and narrow corridor, there is a square cellar, with one passage in each of the left and right directions.
On the left is a confessional-like place, and on the right is a bed and residence divided into small rooms. There are no ambush or people in either.
Walking along the central passage, the hidden mechanism of the altar has been opened. The floor in front of the altar is lifted, and a stone staircase leads deeper into the ground.
Swain took a few deep breaths and stepped inside.
The corpse, which looked horrified and frightened along the way, had no external injuries.
Swain felt that they might have been scared to death.
But when Swain was ready to face the unknown demon, he discovered that the end of this passage was the tomb, the real tomb.
"Is that bitch Natalie Serling a retard?"
Swain didn't understand this strange brain circuit, so he hid the secret base under the cemetery, and then built a secret tomb in the secret base. What kind of cunning operation was this? !
But when he looked at the corpses on the ground illuminated by firelight, he couldn't help but lament.
The captain of the guard is dead.
From his arms, Swain found two letters, one addressed to his lord Carlos Barov, and the other addressed to himself.
"Oh my god, I told him about King Ka's return. When did he write this letter?"
Sven looked at the brand new envelope in surprise, showing an expression of surprise.
Forget it, anyone who gets hung up on the details is a fool.
After hesitating for a moment, Swain decided to see what the captain of the guard wanted to say to him, so he found a hidden position and sat down, then started reading by the light of the torch.
My last trusted friend:
Sven, I'm sorry for dragging you into this, but I have no one I can trust but you.
The masterminds who killed Natalie were Tug and Monterey. When you read this letter, you believe that Tug is dead.
I have never betrayed His Majesty, and my guilt comes from the fact that I failed to live up to His expectations.
I fell in love with the prisoners I guarded.
Natalie Serling, the love of my life, prisoner.
I should have killed her when she picked up that evil magic blade, but I didn't.
I no longer care about the light and shadow, my heart is filled with Natalie's figure.
Do you know what are the consequences of taking viburnum juice? You know.
Natalie was stabbed twice by her disciples when she was highly poisoned, one in the liver and one in the kidney.
Does it look familiar? This kind of punishment was something we used on the orcs back then. It was so painful that those guys couldn't scream.
Even so, Natalie's last words were for me to run away.
She loves me.
Forgive me, Sven, forgive my willfulness, take the dagger in my hand to Alterac, bring it to His Majesty, don't listen to its nonsense.
Finally, please bury me and Natalie together.
XXXXX is the last word.
"What the hell? Why is there a piece missing?"
Swain looked at the letter paper with a piece of paper torn in the lower right corner. He knew that this letter was written before the captain of the guard came to him, but he looked at the body of the captain of the guard...
You have empty hands, but you have a naked dagger!
