The Amber Sword

The desperate vigilance that has formed over the years on this mob has made Nassin understand as soon as he sees his opponent's movements: it is dangerous. But he just turned around, and a sudden scream came from the outside of the convoy:

“Weird! ”

The voice came from the north, the spicy face, as if the anxiety that haunted his mind had finally become a reality. He could not reach Mr. Liu in time and looked back in that direction with his face. But the carriage around the outskirts of the camp also blocked the sight of the observation, and he had to walk that way through the camp.

The guards sitting beside the campfire saw the former passing by them in a gloomy way, and they had not reacted for a while. They looked at each other for a moment and only picked up their weapons and followed.

Nassin came to the carriage and looked north of the Chusanze River, sucking in a breath of cold air. Through the slight light of the stars and nights, he saw a dense, numb monster gushing out of the darkness of the north, a creature like a thin crystal, standing on the ground with sharp claws, with a long tail, a small head, with a long beak spread over it and a ghost in the dark.

Hundreds of such monsters were emerging from the hills, apparently targeting carriage camps, and the sentinel in the carriage had seen the scene so frightened that he could not speak. He was shocked when he had begun to come out near the Chusanze River, in so many quantities.

By this time, Sin will be able to hold his breath. “Bring the gun over to the rack.” Though knowing that most of this evening was inevitable, he never sat there waiting to die, and he yelled at his men: “Get ready for battle! ”

Most of the gangster cleaners are from the dead, and it is normal to know that they lost their lives on the road to the dead. Besides, most of these people in Rosalind are completely alone. At this time, fear is inevitable, but they finally settle down under the whispers of Nashin.

So the guards took the gun, held the shield, and the shield was lifted, and although there was no blood on the face, they finally organized a decent line of defense.

The gangsters have been walking this road for decades and have finally learned something about dealing with freaks, at least this line of defense consisting of carriages is in most cases reliable.

But that was a wave of monsters made up of hundreds of monsters in the face of several strange heads, not to mention that their little carriage, even if it swallowed up a village, was just a blink of an eye.

Everyone knows that this night has no reason to survive, unless it persists until after dawn, when the patrol cavalry of Rosalind arrives in this place.

But a squad of patrol cavalry could not save them, and they had to wait for a large army to be called across the river, not to mention how long it would take to get here to Rosalind, which was the night alone.

The members of the motorcade were each turning their minds, and Nashin did not care about them. He knew that these people were not necessarily reliable at this juncture. If they had not known that they would never have escaped a strange pursuit, I am afraid that at this moment someone would have fled without a war.

He suddenly heard a scream.

Slightly stunned, he subconsciously turned around and saw Mr. Liu in the motorcade wiping his bronze ancient sword with a piece of blue cloth, laying under his feet a breathless corpse. It was one of his men, the dark blood was pouring out of the corpse, and he was running snakes on the sandy land.

He saw the corpse and saw the horses of the two tall horses not far away. He couldn't help but scold the fool.

I can't imagine people walking in the wild on horses like that, can they?

He nodded at each other, indicating that he did not have to pay attention to each other. He could not offend the nobility of Jiufeng for a fool. Besides, he counted on the help of this Mr. Liu. If he could survive this evening, only this nobleman from Jiufeng would be the only variable.

Ten thousand steps back said that even if they were to escape, they would surely be able to escape, and he hoped that if they did, they would see themselves rescued in the face they promised to take their fellow soldiers.

Mr. Liu nodded at him.

Turning back, the guards under his command were rather indifferent to the deaths of their own colleagues. The mob is a lawless place, where there is only a struggle for strength and weakness, and there is no right or wrong. At the moment, they can't even care about their own lives. Where else can they care about other people's lives?

However, someone greedily looked at Mr. Liu's two horses, but when his eyes fell on the latter's ancient bronze sword, he glanced back.

Across almost a few miles of open space is a blinking kung fu for the strange, not to mention they are still at high altitude at this moment. The guards saw the thin shadow of darkness accumulate and couldn't help but fire a few shots early.

Fire in the darkness.

The end of the magic crystal and the flaming glow of gunpowder eject far away, as if a giant dragon were throwing fire from Hazel and Osgang, enclosed in sealed crates and transported from a distant world by a fleet of nine phoenixes - just like in the Ten Cities area, these powerful, ordinary men capable weapons are also highly sought after by mercenaries and businessmen on the rainbow swallow plains across the Rosalind and Strait.

Since more than a decade ago, they have been gradually flowing into the hands of black market businessmen and the dead, and the cleaners have used firearms against the monsters on the mob, with good results.

But not just for now.

There were strange rollovers in the areas illuminated by the fire, but soon they climbed up. The history of the use of firearms by the Hazers predates almost all the kingdoms on the continent, where first-line officers often forbid their soldiers from firing before the order was issued.

The Ebou Royal Guard, who had defeated the Krutz Dragon Knight in the Harlem area, fired at their opera, once allowing their enemies to fire nearly fifty steps ahead.

But there is no one here to discourage those who shot early, and Sin also understands that his men have nothing to say. Single fights may still be able to fight hard, but it is fortunate to have the courage to go to war in this situation.

Fortunately, the cleaners have no tactical skills, but at least their personal strength is still there. After all, the ‘cowards’ pulling the trigger ahead of time are a minority, and most experienced guards still silently place the weirdness nearest to their imagination.

Then a series of flames erupted from the side of the carriage.

Strangers also lack tactics, and hunting in most areas is a forward-looking approach that is less intelligent than creatures like wolves and wild dogs in the mountains. The difference, however, is that they are strong enough to accomplish this simple and effective attack. In a storm of steel bullets, a row of weirdos fell in front of them, some hit in the chest, some in the head, where the crystals were blown apart, forming bowl-sized holes.

But only a handful of weirdoes who are really hit will die completely, most of them will be able to stand up again after being hit, and it will only be recognised when they see the scene for themselves - most of them have the power to go upstream in gold.

The type II dragon guns used by the scavengers were in the form of three-eyed shots, and when they had finished firing the first round, they turned the handle and fired the hammer again. After three consecutive flames erupted, the strangely constituted flood currents only faded to a thin layer.

Everyone grabbed a sweat and looked at the weirdness that came from that platoon a little unspeakable. After three rounds of shooting, it was roughly estimated that there were more than ninety weirdos left. On weekdays, even the two weirdos left in the final blade battle often caused human casualties.

They really don't know how to fight the next battle.

At this point, someone finally started to skip the sign, and someone dropped their weapon in a pale face and ran backwards. Neither did Nathan see these people, because they wouldn't end up better there than they did. Unlike the average person, he was able to stay calm at this time and look at them in a strange and silent way.

For the deceased, calm is the majority, because most of the recalcitrant guys have already been eliminated by harsh living conditions. While some had left their weapons and fled, there were still many others, all of whom had swords coming out of their sheaths and were ready to fight in cold blood.

Although the situation ahead is necessarily one of death, there is always a breath in the heart of the weapon for the scavenger, and you don't have to think about what happens when you turn your back on the enemy.

By this time, the fastest freak in front had hit the wagon, and in the eyes of humans, it was a silver ray, and then the whole wagon split apart, and the black crystal on the wagon was dancing all over the place.

But the later humans had long expected that they had given up enough space, and they were ready to use man-made nautical tactics to stall that weird.

This tactic is a valuable lesson learned by the scavengers over the years of battle. Weirds have no brains, like to bury their heads hard, and always enter a pre-set ambush circle for humans.

But this time they lost count.

Not that the weirdos suddenly became smart, but that they never thought they'd come across a big scene like this.

Madara's dead souls fought weirdos south of the Sea of the Dead Moon, and the festivities were defeated for years, and Rosalind's scavengers ridiculed the bone skeletons more than once, believing that they had probably lost their brains because they had turned into skeletons, so rusty that they could not even fight weirdos without brains.

But at this moment, Rosalind's cleaners understood the plight of the dead.

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