The third round? The third round of the points competition? That is, the death match in which Mozkov’s men choose people? Arthur stabbed the talking shadow behind him with his dagger, but waved it away with one hand. The opponent’s speed was his own
Unexpectedly. If he had not been injured by a sneak attack, the characteristics of the thunder element could still keep up with the opponent's footsteps. Arthur wanted to control the opponent's weapon first, but no matter how hard he groped, he could not find the dagger that had just fallen aside.
This means that the opponent's next round of offensive is coming soon.
Arthur held the dagger tightly in his hand and moved his body so that his back was against the iron cage, which would make him feel safe. But Arthur ignored that all the cells in the bunker had railings on top to prevent the wizard from being able to
Escaped from a high place through weak elemental power, and Wannuo's short stature could just move in the gap between the cell and the ceiling. Arthur was wary of what was ahead of him, when suddenly the warning current surged rapidly above his head, and Arthur pushed with both hands
When he arrived, he let himself lie flat on the ground. Wannuo's bloody dagger appeared where his head was just now.
Arthur climbed out of all the iron cages. In the darkness, he could only try his best to explore the way. So how did Wannuo know his position? Arthur was very sure that Wannuo was an ordinary person, but he was not
Know whether the other party has better vision at night. Just like the nighthawk, the pupils will shrink in the dark and then adapt to the dark environment. Half-orc? Probably not, then there is only one possibility. This bastard nicknamed the dwarf will do it for himself.
What mark.
Arthur lowered his head and began to check whether there was any luminous object on his body. Before he could check his abdomen, the warning current surged on his right arm. In the flash of lightning, Arthur could barely see Wannuo holding two daggers and using the hungry wolf to attack the food.
The movement hit him. A stinging sensation came. Arthur took a few breaths of cold air to relieve the pain. A finger-width wound was opened on his arm.
Can't keep it any longer! Arthur raised his left hand. In the darkness, he couldn't aim at Vanno, and he couldn't use a destructive derivative witchcraft like a finger gun to end the battle. Arthur's little finger was pointed in front of him, and five fingers were connected one after another.
Stretch, five thunderous sonic bombs with varying powers from small to large were air-exploded in the bunker, causing a large area of dust to fall from the top, and the entire bunker trembled with thunder.
Missed! Arthur didn't have any real feeling of hitting the opponent. In a round of seven-note attack, the blood in Arthur's body sprayed on the ground with a joyful crackling sound. He gritted his teeth and knelt down on the ground, holding one hand behind his back.
The dagger was in a defensive posture, and Wannuo's footsteps sounded again. This time Arthur couldn't even use the warning current, and could only distinguish the opponent's position from the sound. Wannuo's body was thin, as long as he gave himself a chance, Arthur would have
Be sure to knock the opponent completely to the ground.
Will he use jumping to attack him from another angle, or stab him from the front? Arthur keeps blinking and trying to adapt to the darkness. The blurred vision caused by the massive bleeding makes him more and more tired. Here it comes. In the blink of an eye, the footsteps disappear.
, a wave of air blew from Arthur's left shoulder. Just as Arthur wanted to move, the side of his foot touched the railing. There was an iron prison on his right. This was an inescapable blow!
Go for it! Arthur held his claws with his left hand toward the ground, and the full form of the witchcraft septet detonated under Arthur's abdomen. The strong recoil pushed Arthur into the air. There was the sound of flesh and metal colliding in the darkness.
Wan Nuo bumped into the cell! This was Arthur's opportunity to lock the opponent's position. He was right under him. Arthur used the counter-rotation force in the air to twist his body. The dagger in his right hand rotated for a circle and stabbed hard.
Entering the opponent's body, Arthur was afraid that the opponent would still have a chance to breathe, so he bent his knees while falling, and his whole body fell on Wannuo under the pull of gravity.
Arthur fell to the ground, and the dagger was missing in the darkness, perhaps still on Wannuo. He spat out a mouthful of blood and twitched all over. He hadn't eaten for two days after using the Seventh Scale, and was restrained by black titanium handcuffs.
Arthur almost lost consciousness, thanks to the wound on his waist coming into contact with dust that stimulated Arthur's nerves. Warehouse! Going to the warehouse, he saw hemostatic agent in the stacked wooden boxes. Although it could not reduce the pain, it had no therapeutic effect.
The healing agent is so good, but it can prevent the wound from getting worse.
squeak.
The rat's voice sounded in the darkness, and Arthur, who was crawling, slowly raised his head. The door of the warehouse had been opened, and the firelight inside had disappeared. Only dozens of pairs of small red eyes were looking at him not far in front of him.
Oh no. In Arthur's eyes, the red-eyed rat jumped up and pounced on him, followed by a black tide of red eyes rushing toward him.
...
Nighthawk and Sapalo, who had gathered together unknowingly, looked solemnly at the large pit dug in the bunker. Inside were dozens of rotting corpses, including the corpses of the twenty murderers and soldiers.
They were thrown into the potholes in pieces, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was even confusing. This was the end of the passage they passed before. The first cursory search did not find this secret space behind the path that was only ten centimeters wide.
, but Sapalo’s carpet-like search method still caused the gears in the wall to turn, and the stone walls on both sides slowly moved to form a path for the nighthawks to pass. After that, they saw where all the corpses were buried.
"Why do you think these soldiers died here? Zapalo."
Sapalo pinched his nose and squatted down, carefully observing the wounds of the dead soldiers. The corpses with rodent bite marks had turned from purple to black, and looked like they were infected with the plague. In the history of the Hiss Valley from the old calendar, a hundred years ago
There was also a plague caused by bats in China, but that disaster has become history. In the period when medical methods were lacking, history books recorded that the world was saved by the gods.
"Rat, or bat, but we are underground, I am more inclined to rat. Nighthawk, another thing, if the blond kid from before was not your friend, his body should be here, but I looked around
Not found either."
Nighthawk casually picked up the stones on the ground and threw them into the pile of corpses: "That kid won't die so easily. Maybe he has already started to fight back. That golden-haired kid is pretty good, but he is too murderous. Now I think Moz can
The husband's departure was a deliberate show for us, and the subsequent evacuation of all the soldiers created an illusion... The purpose was to change the place where we fought from the arena to these interconnected bunkers... Then everything was easy
It makes sense, why is there no one here, why is Jace replaced by someone else, um... is it Carew? He was killed just to sneak in between us, right?"
Sapalo cast admiring glances at Nighthawk in amazement. He was the only one who did not exchange points for equipment and props. Even Nighthawk also changed his finger claws and wore them on his hands. Suddenly, the fire burning in the aisle passed by several times.
Fluctuating, Nighthawk and Sapalo retreated at the same time, and several iron bullets appeared at the position where they were standing before. Nighthawk turned his head and whistled, and there were already dense crowds of people standing behind them, holding muskets or close-combat cold weapons against their brown military uniforms.
Soldier.
Sapalo stood up leisurely, holding his waist, and looked at the brown uniformed soldiers filling the passage behind him: "Little Wolf, did we accidentally come across someone else's secret?"
"Who cares, one...four...thirteen...twenty-six, the twenty-six on the left belong to you, and the thirty-one on the right belong to me."
"Should we keep two? At least we might figure out how the other is running around in this damn place."
Sapalo glanced at Nighthawk, and saw that the werewolf was already rushing towards the crowd on all fours. Sighing helplessly, Sapalo twisted his shoulders and rushed into the crowd together.
In the narrow passage, Nighthawk is simply the biggest killing machine. It pounces on the soldier at the front. When the other party keeps firing at it, Nighthawk is already roaring and kicking the soldiers beside it. Nighthawk jumps from
He snatched the musket in his hand and pulled the bolt towards the two soldiers behind him. The bullets of the musket roared out loudly. The Nighthawk rotated and cut into the place where the soldiers were most numerous. They were unable to fire freely because of the presence of their teammates.
While firing, Nighthawk lifted up the shivering soldier on his left to block the iron bullets fired from the side.
"Sapalo! Your man almost shot me!" Nighthawk threw the slime-like corpse backwards into the group of corpses.
Sapalo pushed up the chin of the soldier who shot at Nighthawk, knocking him unconscious. Then he crouched down to avoid the shots of the two soldiers. The iron bullets flew over Sapalo's head and hit each other into the bodies of the soldiers who fired.
Guilty. "Bastard! I'm over seventy this year, do you think I'm your young bone?" After saying that, Sapalo grabbed the dagger that the soldier dropped due to fright, regardless of his finger being cut open by the blade,
He raised his knife and slit the throats of the three soldiers in front of him.
Nighthawk had no time to continue chatting leisurely. All the soldiers he had not seen before suddenly gathered here because they were exposed to quite confidential matters. Under the strong command of the soldier captain, Sapaluo and Nighthawk were separated by two
In the circular encirclement, Nighthawk knew that the so-called melee meant that the enemy could not form a large-scale counterattack. It jumped up, opened its mouth and bit the commander's head, and crushed his head with force with its mandibles, filling its throat with the taste of blood.
Stimulating Nighthawk's nerves, Nighthawk's consciousness gradually blurred, but the wolf claws wearing finger claws tore the bodies of the soldiers around him faster.
Taking advantage of the chaos caused by Nighthawk, Saparo grabbed two muskets and fired while rolling to dodge. The iron bullets shattered the heads of many soldiers, and only a small force of more than fifty people was left in an instant.
The next twenty people were evacuating to a safe place. Sapalo used his elbow to put the last soldier beside him on the wall, bent over and hit the opponent's abdomen with a back elbow, then hugged the opponent's head and violently kneeled him
After completing a series of kicks and movements, he was already out of breath. At the age of seventy, even though he was such a brilliant person, he was still somewhat unable to do what he wanted.
Nighthawk stepped on a soldier and was holding a large piece of offal to taste. After seeing Sapalo, Nighthawk's almost blood-red pupils shrank, and it unconsciously opened its blood-stained mouth and pounced on Sapalo.
He went to go, but in mid-air, Sapalo seized the opportunity and pressed his chin with his shoulder, slamming him to the ground.
"Wake up, idiot. If you become aggressive, you will easily become what Mozkov wants. Stay rational." Sapalo raised his right leg and hit Nighthawk on the head from top to bottom.
After wailing, he covered his head and got up.
"Be gentle! I was hit by a bullet! What if I was sent to the penitentiary with your kick!"
"They have all run away. Why don't you find the secret of this bunker now? According to your analysis, Mozkov has already seen through your purpose. He thinks that everything is under his control. Then we
Just look for the secret that makes him uncontrollable. Also, if you try to eat me next time, I will dislocate your jaw."
"Tsk, I just fell into animal nature, but I don't know what happened to Arthur."
"That's right...then hurry up and find it!" Sapalo tapped his finger on the bridge of Nighthawk's nose, who was bending over to pick up a blunderbuss. He raised his foot and trampled the seriously injured soldier beside him who was gasping for breath. One man and one wolf returned to the scene.
Look around the pile of corpses to see if there is anything out of the ordinary.