Part 1 Involvement Chapter 7 Recalling the Killing Time 2
When Sanders saw the oncoming werewolf drop the weapon in his hand, he knew that this was no longer a battle, but a one-sided killing. So he tried his best to shout orders
: "Everyone retreats. Escape as much as you can. Go back and report the situation here..." He was too busy to say the next words. The reason why the werewolf dropped his weapon was very simple. That kind of thing was originally
It is only used against armor and shields. Now the opponent has given up his defense. No weapon is more flexible than his own claws and can entangle the opponent and make it difficult for him to deal with it.
The ogre avoided Sanders' interception, smoothly rushed into the crowd, and started a carnival feast of flesh and blood.
The two huge maces don't have any fancy changes, and they don't even have a fixed target. They just want to be able to hit as many people as possible. Any armor is no different from a paper toy and cannot be used against these two terrifying weapons.
There was no hindrance to the power of the weapon. In this central area where blood, flesh and internal organs were splashing everywhere, there was almost no scream. Once it came into contact with the waving mace, the person who was alive in the last moment immediately became a ball of weapons.
Armor, bones and muscles mixed into a dead mass
The ogre wildly waved its weapon, moved forward, charged at a crowded place, trampled on it, and then rushed to another crowded direction. It was like a killing machine driven by a hell demon, constantly killing all the people it could come into contact with.
The flesh and blood body was crushed and shattered.
Sanders' order no longer mattered. When the ogre rushed into the crowd, the soldiers felt only hysterical terror. The soldiers rushed towards the mountain pass, and most of them were intercepted and slaughtered by the ogre in the middle.
Turned into a blur of flesh and blood, the werewolves and lizardmen used their superb agility to snipe those who could escape. The two orcs guarding the intersection took out two smaller crossbows and aimed at those who could occasionally approach the intersection.
Some people fired, and all the arrows went straight through their foreheads. Some soldiers jumped from the cliff in extreme fear, and let out a long scream before ending abruptly.
Those still on the top of the mountain couldn't even scream.
When people face the fear of death and run away, but know that they will still turn into a pool of flesh and blood in the end, fear and despair will eat away all their strength and consciousness, leaving only a cry-like wailing. That
It's a sound that people who have never heard it can never imagine.
The ocean of wailing, the strange sounds of bones shattering and bodies deforming, and the tones of weapons tearing through air and flesh intertwined and undulated, forming a concerto that people will never forget once they hear it. A person who just a moment ago was just like him.
Of the same kind, one could suddenly see the white bones turning out, the internal organs still pulsating but had been pulled out of the body, and the blood and meat were cheaper than garbage. Asa suddenly understood the precise meaning of the word hell.
Half of the soldier's corpse flew over and landed next to Asa and the lizard man who were fighting inextricably. The corpse was pulled into two pieces by the huge force below the abdomen, and the internal organs were spread all the way to the lower body, which was more than ten meters away.
Asa remembered that this soldier had fought with him during the recruitment inspection. The originally strong arms that had been entangled with him were crushed like mud, and the iron shield in his hand was embedded into his chest.
Fear mixed with sadness swarmed in and immediately covered up all his fighting spirit. Several desperate knife attacks finally forced the lizard man to jump back. Asa seized this fleeting opportunity and turned around and ran into the camp.
Sanders also took the same action as Asa at almost the same time. After a few sharp attacks with swords, a piece of scalp on his forehead was snatched off as the werewolf retreated. He was standing closer to the intersection ahead, and the ogre and
The lizardfolk were behind him, so he ran towards the intersection occupied only by the two orcs and the cloaked figure.
There was a huge sound of wind behind him, and a mace passed over his head, flying down the mountain with such power that it could turn him into a puddle of mud.
Sanders glanced back. The only surviving soldier hugged the ogre's head, causing the hammer he threw to be slightly higher.
"Captain, run..." the soldier yelled with all his remaining strength. The face covered in blood was a bit ferocious. It was a face distorted by countless scars. Half of the face had been shattered by hammer weapons.
It was dented. This was an experienced veteran. He probably fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, grabbing the ogre's head without noticing.
At this glance, he also saw the werewolf pick up an ax on the ground and throw it. The ax spun rapidly in the air and formed a straight line to chase towards his back.
He could no longer dodge left and right. Now he was running with all his strength. Once he moved left or right, he could only roll on the spot, and the werewolf behind him would immediately catch up and entangle him again.
There was an ogre's roar, followed by half a scream and a very strange sound. It seemed like putting a lot of dead branches into a wet towel and twisting them hard. The sound of dense breaking was mixed with the sound of liquid oozing out.
stand up.
Sanders had no time to look back. He used all his strength to jump forward on his right leg. At the same time, he put the long sword on his back, protected his spine, and concentrated his magic to prepare a healing spell.
There was a muffled sound. Sanders slid some distance in the air and landed on the ground. He staggered a few steps, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then rushed towards the intersection again.
With great luck, the ax hit the edge of the close-fitting goggles. Three ribs were broken and a lung was injured. The treatment spells prepared in advance stopped the bleeding and pain immediately, and there would be no impact on the movement in a short period of time.
Influence.
There was only about ten meters away from the intersection, and the fangs at the corners of the two orcs' mouths and the slightly panicked looks on their faces were clearly visible. The cloaked figure in the middle still didn't react at all.
As long as he rushed down the mountain and jumped into the Dono River, he would have a chance to escape. Sanders concentrated all the remaining magic power in the hands holding the sword.
The cliff was right in front of him, and Asa remembered the location of the tree clearly, so he jumped up.
Fortunately, he twisted his body in mid-air and took a look. The lizard man took out a small crossbow from behind and shot at him. He lowered his head in the air and bent forward, feeling the crossbow arrows brushing against his skin, and then his body flew completely.
He walked out of the cliff and fell straight down. The lizard man who followed him watched helplessly on the edge of the cliff as he stepped on a branch in mid-air and inserted another branch with his knife, completely easing his fall.
Safe entry into the water..
When Asa looked back at the top of the mountain for the last time, he saw a white light that illuminated the entire top of the mountain like daylight.
The sword in Sanders' hand emits a glare comparable to the sun. All the magic power has been injected into the sword.
The blood flowing from his forehead had turned everything he saw in his left eye into blood red. Sanders felt nothing at all. All his mental will was focused on the sword he was about to swing.
The two orcs covered their eyes and dodged to the side under the strong light. The cloaked figure in the middle still did not move. Under the strong light emitted by the long sword, the face under the cloak could be clearly seen.
It was a human face. Slightly thin, pale, with sharp bones like a sculpture, and as silent as a sculpture. Under the long eyelashes, the black eyes were like a bottomless pool that had been stuck for a thousand years, unable to rise.
Any fluctuations will only silently reflect the dazzling sword light coming towards you.
There are still ten steps away, and the man still has no intention of avoiding it, the expression on his face has not changed at all, and his whole body has not moved at all. It is as if he is a stone statue that has been standing there since the beginning of the world.
It will remain there motionless until the next time the world begins.
There are eight steps, seven steps, six steps, five steps, four steps, and three steps. Sanders steps forward and turns 360 degrees to draw the sword. The reaction force of the toes on the ground is transmitted through the calves, thighs, waist, to the chest and then up to the shoulders.
The wrist reaches directly to the blade of the sword. Every muscle in the body is superimposed and transmitted without reservation to the swing of the sword.
This is not a person swinging a sword, but a sword controlling people. Every slightest movement is to let out his sharpness and the explosive magic power in the most perfect track without leaving any trace behind. All orcs
They all stopped moving, completely shocked and attracted by this sword.
The light of the sword turned into a curtain of light as it rotated, extending rapidly forward with a power that could split the entire night. There was no sound at all, but all the orcs felt that they were about to hear the mountain being split into two.
Voice.
All speed, strength, magic, will, spirit, and every tiny bit of existence in life are all integrated in this sword, blooming and flying like never before. There is no longer fear, anger, or even any trace of fear in Sanders' heart.
The desire to escape has also been lost. Just like a singer who sings wildly and sings to the climax of the entire aria, he is just intoxicated with melting and bursting out his soul. He is about to use the highest notes to destroy the flesh and blood in front of him.
The body is divided into two parts like a figment of imagination....
The extremely brilliant light curtain, which seemed to last to the end of the world and made a huge noise, suddenly disappeared, and was restored by a hand into a motionless sword.
This is a very clean and slender hand. The fingers are very long, each joint is well-proportioned, and the protrusions are beautiful. When people see it, they will naturally think of all the elegant words and movements.
With a matching elegant gesture, this elegant hand grasped the edge of the sword like a butterfly flying in the air.
All the vivid and coherent feelings suddenly came to a halt. The first thing Sanders felt was loss, the kind of loss that occurs when a singer's throat is suddenly cut when he is about to sing out the most beautiful notes. Then came the pain.
and fear.
He couldn't see the other hand, which must have been equally elegant, but could only feel it. It had completely disappeared into his chest, and he could even feel that the four fingers protruding from his back were equally slender and the joints were well-proportioned.
Sanders opened his mouth and wanted to moan, but found that all the sounds were drowned by the blood in his throat. It seemed that all the blood in his body was pulled up to his throat, swarming out from the trachea and esophagus. His chest
Pulling out his hand, the blood had a better place to vent, and it immediately exited the throat happily and took another route.
Sanders clearly felt that his strength, will, spirit, and all the things that were surging in his body just now, along with the blood, poured out of his body as he pulled out his hand. Those things that were originally so real and abundant constituted the
All the things in his life just flowed out from the big hole in his chest. No matter how much he didn't want to, there was no room for recovery. In the end, even the strength to support his feet dissipated in his body, and he collapsed.
The light of the long sword quickly faded, and then it shattered into countless tiny flakes with a soft snap, scattered on the owner's body.
A gust of wind blew by, and the human man's cloak turned into tattered strips of cloth and fell down under the blow of the mountain breeze, witnessing the unparalleled sword energy just now.
The man raised the hand holding the sword and looked at it in the moonlight. A vague trace of blood lay across the center of his palm, like a newly reborn palm print. The man's face was still as smooth as a sculpture.
fluctuation.
The werewolves and lizardmen looked carefully through the pile of corpses. Even the relatively complete corpses had to be patched up a few times until they became a lump of flesh and blood that could not possibly have any life left. The lizard that fought against Asa was left alone.
The man came over and reported the situation in the lizardman language with a majority of consonants.
The man pointed to a werewolf at the river at the foot of the mountain and waved his hand. The werewolf immediately ran down the mountain and disappeared into the night.
An owl stopped on a dead branch next to the camp, stared blankly at the flesh and blood on the ground with its two big eyes, and made a very timely cooing sound.
The man suddenly kicked a small stone away, and with a bang, the owl on the branch was smashed to pieces by the stone like a pile of rotten cotton. The remains of the owl fell, and a black liquid leached out from it, and a strong stench overwhelmed it.
After passing the bloody mountain, the orcs and werewolves let out strange screams and hurriedly covered their noses. The man looked at the smelly black fragments on the ground, frowned, and finally there was a trace of fluctuation in his stone statue-like face.
, showing a slightly worried look.
In the dark room, the red mage reached out and gently touched the crystal ball whose image suddenly went out, and sighed: "Sanderu must be very distressed when he sees so many fresh corpses."