I have a cave of evil

As soon as Zhu Yao went out, his eyes were attracted by a mountain of meat outside the fence.This guy was two stories tall, and he was wearing a pair of ragged underpants in the extremely cold weather. His fat body broke through the waves with his movements, and the ground shook when he walked.

It was holding a large square knife like a door plank, and was hacking at the wooden gate of the fence. Its eyes, as big as copper bells, were scarlet like blood, full of manic killing intent.

Roushan was very powerful, and when he swung the big knife, the sound of the violent wind was sharp and piercing. With a few knives, the wooden gate of the fence was split into seven or eight pieces, and he kicked it to the ground.

The Butcher Knife Pirates filed in from the foot of Mount Rou, surrounded by dexterous pirates with one-handed knives in their mouths, jumping over the fence as if they were in a gang fight, and rushed into the yard screaming.

"I am! Butcher Knife Ogre, kill them all!"

Roshan pointed his sword, spewed a lot of saliva, and roared to give the order to attack.

The sound was so loud that a small wave of sound was set off, causing snowflakes to fly on the ground, and a blood-red halo with a diameter of one meter fell with the roar, and emerged at the feet of the Butcher Knife Ogre.

"Kill kill kill!"

"Under the butcher's knife, nothing will be killed!"

The Butcher Knife Pirates' momentum was soaring, all of them had blood-red eyes, crazy expressions, and twitching veins on their bodies.

Pirates fight without discipline or aesthetics.

The pirates, who were dressed in rags, had sores on their faces, and opened their mouths and couldn't fit together a complete set of teeth. When fighting, they all relied on their own bravery. They rushed into the crowd in a swarm, wielding weapons of various models and slashing at anyone they saw.

The Butcher Knife Pirates came with four or fifty people, four or five times more than Volker and his two men. The yard was originally not big, but with so many more people at once, it immediately seemed very crowded.

The first to suffer was the group of pirates captured by Zhu Yao. More than 20 people gathered together, and the Tudao Pirates took them as the main targets, and chopped down five or six of them in one face-to-face.

Immediately, someone inside yelled: "It's a mistake, it's a mistake, I'm also a member of the Butcher Knife Pirates, Lager, you bastard, you still owe me ten silver coins!"

Hearing someone call his name, the pirate named Lager of the Butcher Knife Pirates froze for a moment, then instinctively followed the prestige, and saw an acquaintance squatting on the ground not far away, his hands were tied with cloth strips, panicked and expecting looking at himself.

Rager laughed strangely twice, and slashed over the other captives standing in front of him with two knives. Under the surprised eyes of his acquaintances, he slashed fiercely on his face.

Under the puzzled and astonished eyes of his acquaintances, Lager took a mouthful of thick phlegm, "Stupid! I have saved you, but I still have to pay back the ten silver coins and kill you. Our debts are empty and we owe nothing to each other."

Fortunately, the group of captives brought by Zhu Yao attracted the enemy's attention and bought time. Volker's men with sideburns and beards hollered and organized his men to form a formation, which was able to hold their ground.

These people back to back, set up two-meter-long spears, and stabbed at everyone, relying on the advantage of the length of the weapons, to prevent the enemy from getting close. There were four other people holding round leather shields in their right hands and short swords in their left hands. If someone breaks into the spear array, they will give up their lives and rush the attacker out of the spear array.

The formation is simple, but very effective.

"Yes, at least one professional talent has been recruited."

Zhu Yao looked at the bearded man commanding the formation to resist the enemy, and nodded slightly.This person must have had experience in the regular army, at least a grassroots officer, proficient in training and formation, and the Bone Tribe is short of such talents.

However, as the number of butcher knife pirates pounced on them increased, the simple spear array could not last long under the suppression of the number.

But the situation on the battlefield is not in the large number of ordinary pirates, nor in the spear formation that is struggling to support, but in the gap in high-end combat power between the two sides.

Volker turned into a black figure, like the most flexible sea fish in the sea, easily escaping into any shadow on the battlefield, and then suddenly appeared from the shadow of the enemy, cutting his throat or puncturing the back of his heart.

One hit kill!

No pirate can withstand the killing blow of the Shadow Assassin.

Volker killed several people in a row, helped solve the fatal crisis of his subordinates several times, and immediately took aim at the butcher knife ogre who was still watching the battle at the door.

Assassins are not good at fighting head-on. Assassinating kings and killing key figures is what they should do.

With murderous intent in his eyes, Volker leaped into the shadows. Suddenly, the sound of a bowstring vibrating made his heart tremble, and he hurried out of the shadows.

A strange arrow that looked like a hairtail in the sea passed him by, and it was just nailed into the shadow he escaped into just now, splitting into several small hairtails like black shadows, biting the shadow.

The owner of the shadow was a pirate of the Butcher Knife Pirates. As the shadow hairtail bit the shadow, several pieces of flesh and blood suddenly disappeared from the pirate's body.

Volker's face was ugly, and when he looked sideways, he saw a figure covered from head to toe in black cloth with a bow and arrow, aimed at Volker, and shot out.

"Shadow Shooter!"

Dodging the arrows, Walker retreated to Coburn's side, flicked the short-bladed dagger, flicked off the blood, and said in a harsh voice, "It's hard to mess with the old man, there is a shadow shooter in this damn place."

Shadow Assassin and Shadow Shooter are both occupations that cultivate Shadow Fighting Qi. They have always looked down upon each other, and blood feuds continue. Whenever they meet, only one side will survive.

Assassination is the specialty of shadow assassins.

Hunting is the proud method of the shadow shooter.

When the two sides meet, whoever is exposed to the public will lose the opportunity and have a high probability of losing.

Clearly, now Volker is the prey.

Coburn's thumb slightly bent, moved back, and said with a smile, "What are you afraid of!?"

Volker's expression brightened, "Yes! There is an envoy of the True God and the Corpse God behind him!"

Immediately confidence soared.

Immediately said: "I'll deal with the shadow shooter, you find a way to kill that ogre."

Coburn looked at the ogre's flesh-like physique, looked sad, and said: "This is not an ordinary ogre, an ordinary ogre, I am not afraid of a few more, this is a rare ogre Magician..."

Walker didn't listen to Coburn's chatter at all. After talking about the plan, he jumped out directly, changing his body shape, like an ape in the forest, while avoiding the arrows of the shadow shooter, while rushing wildly, intending to get close war.

The Shadow Archer knew that the Shadow Assassin couldn't get close, so he retreated while shooting, hanging Walker not too far away.

The two pulled each other, left the battlefield after a few rounds, and got into the surrounding forest.

With no audience, Coburn pursed his lips, changed the topic, and began to chant spells. The cold wind all around suddenly picked up, blowing away the snow on the roof, and slapped the people's faces with ice crystals wrapped in snowflakes, which made people dumbfounded. Do not open your eyes.

The shouting and killing stopped suddenly.

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