Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

Chapter 254: Out of the mud and completely stained

A thin man stood on the shore, wearing a pair of old overalls and covered with dark green cloth strips.

On his face was a gas mask covered with rust, and a breathing tube was connected to his mouth and nose, extending downward and wrapped around his neck.

With the barrier of the mask, no one could tell that he was sneering.

Even if there was only a moment of silence, the person trapped in the black swamp did not respond after all, and the ninja leader also guessed the real situation.

It was probably a caravan that hired swamp people to lead the way - this was not uncommon in the swamps.

There are always caravans who are unwilling to give up and want to explore this unexplored treasure land, and there are always greedy villagers who cannot resist the large amount of bright coins and sacrifice their lives for outsiders.

However, their ending is nothing more than being buried in the swamp, stinking and rotting silently.

The Water Tribe likes caravans like this the most.

They have a tacit understanding with the five major factions in the swamp and will not take the initiative to attack local gang members or plunder villages.

Instead, the Water Tribe will send out swamp ninjas to eliminate travelers and merchants lost in the rainforest, not only to maintain livelihoods, but also to further exclude outside forces from the swamp.

In a sense, if the swamp is sweet bait for people.

So, the swamp ninja is the piranha responsible for hunting.

At first, the leader was surprised by the opponent's team leader's response, and was worried about whether he might have collided with any local faction.

Now it seems that they are just lucky.

Maybe the leader himself had been struck by a poisonous arrow and drowned in the mire.

"We... our team leader is called Uncle Mute. He was born unable to speak..." The clumsy lies of the swamp people came from the black swamp.

Ariel had no choice but to signal the caravan to retreat slowly.

It's just that it's easy to move forward, but difficult to move back.

The hemp rope connecting the two banks trembled.

"Don't move!" the ninja leader roared.

He took out the ninja sword from his waist, placed it on the thick rope, pressed down on his wrist, and instantly cut off a few hemp threads.

"There are also our people over there where you came from. Just don't move and hang the goods on the rope...I can still allow you to swim back by yourself." The leader said in his ugly voice, "Otherwise, I will stop you. Get the rope and feed you all to the Black Marsh."

However, even though he said this, his free hand pressed forward.

In the dense forest, countless low-level ninjas quietly stepped forward from behind.

The nimble ninja raised the bamboo bow above their heads, drew the bow to full length, and stepped into the black swamp. The mud kept covering their bodies, but they did not make a sound.

They silently approached the caravan trapped in the black marsh.

Just by treading water with their feet, the swamp ninjas are on the same level.

For them living in the southern wetlands, this ability is only the most basic.

When his men surrounded the caravan, no matter what kind of response the other party made, he would be sure to take it.

"Don't, don't cut the rope!" A panicked voice came from the caravan.

The ninja leader sneered again, and was about to open his mouth to paralyze them, but heard a 'pop' sound.

I saw a low-level ninja who had entered the water suddenly threw himself in the mud. His bamboo bow was empty, and his arrows popped out and fell feebly.

The leader cursed secretly and quickly ordered: "Quick, quick!"

More ninjas appeared one after another regardless of hiding.

Those who can come out to carry out robbery missions are the elites of the Water Tribe.They had gone through rigorous ninja training, and before graduation they were required to dive alone into a maze-like underwater tube and then swim out. All they saw along the way were all kinds of corpses, those of their predecessors who failed to pass.

As a result, even such an elite team would inevitably go awry in a small scene like today.

Judging from the way the little guy was swimming towards the shore, he probably had a leg cramp.

At the leader's signal, a shooter flashed out from beside him and aimed at the low-level ninja who fell into the water.

Draw the bow, loosen the string.

The feather arrow breaks through the wind and goes away!

——If you make a mistake, you should be punished.

More importantly, he must not let his commotion disturb the prey that has become a trapped beast.

click.

The ninja actually reached out and grabbed the feather arrow, and the wooden pole broke into two pieces in his palm!

The leader was shocked and angry.He was shocked that a mere low-level ninja had the strength to catch a flying arrow out of thin air, and angry that he dared to violate his punishment.

If he can't handle even small things, then his prestige in the tribe can be said to be completely gone.

The leader withdrew the ninja sword mounted on the hemp rope, his eyes cold under the gas mask.

He was ready to execute this disobedient little thing with his own hands.

However, before the leader could reach the edge of the pool, the low-level ninja who had been flopping in the water suddenly slowly sank.

The leader was stunned.

Before he could act emotionally, the little guy drowned himself?
What a disgrace to them swamp ninjas.

The next moment, a green light jumped out of the dark mire!

Smash the ninja leader right in the face!

It was pitch black all around, but the green light was moving so fast that it was as bright as if it was going to blind his eyes.

It was not real light, but the fear between life and death.

The ninja leader was so frightened that he swung his sword quickly, but the moment he handed over Qingguang, the ninja sword in his hand was suddenly knocked away.

Before the thin man could react, green light slashed at his face.

With a crash, the ancient steel mask split into two pieces, revealing the man's face covered in wrinkles and decay.

Then, he wailed.

A trace of blood spread diagonally from the ugly face, and the bones were clearly visible.

With a "clang", the knocked-off ninja sword was inserted straight into the tree trunk in the distance, reaching the hilt.

Only then did the other ninjas react and point their bamboo bows in this direction.

"--Do not move."

I saw a black figure holding a knife, grabbing the leader who was about to collapse, and holding a knife across his neck.

The black shadow's eyes were scorching, but his chest was heaving violently and he was still breathing heavily.

Some ninjas saw the man's appearance clearly through the reflection of the water, and saw a large ball of mud slipping from his body and falling to the ground with a thud.

Only then did they understand.

The ninja who fell into the water before had not lost his footing. He was obviously dragged by this person from under the water, clinging to his body like a water ghost; his throat was strangled, and he could not make a cry for help.

Naturally, the arrow was not caught by the ninja himself, but by the person who was clinging to him.

It doesn't matter if you can't catch it, the ninja's body is the best human shield!

When he was close enough to the shore, he stepped on the ninja, sinking him into the pool, and used his strength to jump out and suddenly swing his sword!

Lu Meng held the leader tightly, forcing the surrounding ninjas away with his sight, while calming his violently beating heart.

This matter is simple to say, but the key lies in how to quietly approach to a sufficient distance.

Although he was considered a master of stealth, he had just started swimming, so he could only use the hemp rope that was pressed into the water to climb over while looking through the water - but he caught an unlucky guy in the middle.

During this period, Lu Meng had to stay hidden in the mud without even breathing.

It all depends on top-notch physique to resist.

Fortunately, Ariel attracted the other party's attention and delayed a lot of time.

From the beginning, Lu Meng, like the other party, did not want to resolve the matter peacefully.

It's just that he strikes faster.

Lu Meng looked at the ninja leader in his arms. The mask had fallen off, revealing a bloody and twisted face.

Obviously, as a swamp ninja who was proficient in stealth assassination, the other party did not expect that there would be others who could act like them, or even do it more decisively.

"Let your people stand aside..." he said solemnly.

I still need some time to recover.

The ninja leader nodded quickly.

However, before the thin man could give the order, both he and Lu Meng heard an unusual sound.

chapped.

The hemp rope connecting the two sides of the bank and clinging to the caravan members was broken.

(End of this chapter)