On the Seven Towers

Crete withdrew the long sword in his hand. Although he was breathing heavily, his hand was steady. A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound on Luke's chest, adding to the fishy smell in the air. The assassin muttered something in a low voice, whether he was confessing or cursing, but finally twitched a few times and died silently.

"Good kill!"

"Crete, well done! You avenged your father!" the crowd of onlookers shouted.

Xiao Chen patted Crete on the shoulder and said: "Your father not only saved me, but also saved many people around us. If this assassin kills people randomly like the other one, many people will die in his hands. He Although he doesn't know martial arts, he can jump up and fight with masters. He is a true warrior. You must understand why he does this, so don't live up to his expectations."

Crete knelt heavily on the ground, "Sir, please let me learn your skills from you. I will fight those slave traders to the end."

"Why, haven't you already taken revenge?" Xiao Chen helped him up and asked deliberately.

"No!" Although Crete is slender and thin, his good voice makes his voice very penetrating. "These killers are just the tools of the real executioner. Those slave traders never want to let us go. They always think about us." Let us go back to the most painful life and sell us to all kinds of terrible places. You saved us, so they want to assassinate you! Although I have no power, I can't. I’m willing to fight them to the death!”

Xiao Chen nodded secretly. Although this child was not very old and had little education, he quickly grasped the center of the problem. He saw that the people around him had already started to share the same hatred and hatred, and were struck by Crete's words. He nodded repeatedly and then said: "Everyone, this assassin has told us that two slave-catching teams have blocked us front and back! You have all dealt with the slave-catching teams and know what they are like. People! Even if today's assassination fails, they will still use other methods to attack us tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. In the end, they will try their best to capture you back to that camp. Are you still willing to go back and die there? Are you still willing to fight every day for food that neither pigs nor dogs eat?"

"No! Never!"

"Kill them all!"

"Revenge! Revenge!" People around them roared angrily.

"As a friend, I will never allow anyone to ruin your lives again! As a magician, I will never allow anyone to trample on my dignity like this! So, I am ready to teach those slave traders a lesson! Eliminate these their accomplice!"

"Teach them a lesson!"

"Kill all those lackeys!" people shouted.

"Old Chen, we need a battle plan now." Xiao Chen said to Chen Hansheng.

Chen Hansheng glanced at the soldiers who were already in position due to the commotion in the camp and said: "Speed ​​is the best plan."

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Edgar and his deputy Federo were leaning against two adjacent trees and smoking cigarettes. The smoke was from the free cities in the south and had a pungent taste. Federo was obviously still a little uncomfortable. After taking a few puffs, he coughed several times.

"Are you a man? Smoking will make you choke, and drinking will make you drunk. It's really useless." Edgar, who had gray hair on his temples and looked a bit old, took a breath and exhaled the smoke.

"It's just that I can't get used to smoking. It's up to women to decide whether a man is a man or not. You really can't compare to me in this regard." Federo looked to be in his early thirties and quite handsome. He held the cigarette in his hand and brought it with him. He said proudly: "From the desert beast girl on the north island to the sea monster on the island in the south, there is no woman I haven't tasted."

Edgar sneered, "Hungry bitch. When you catch slaves tomorrow, take care of your dick, and the gang below, keep an eye on it. The boss said, two gold coins for each virgin , if you ruin a woman, you are ruining my gold coins.”

"Fifty." Federo slapped him.

"Fart, I'm not even worth a hundred gold coins if I sell it to you fools." Edgar threw the cigarette butt at Federo's face. This one was mixed with fighting spirit, and it actually made a whistling sound, like a bullet.

Federo flashed calmly, his cigarette butt nailed to the tree beside his ear. He gave a thumbs up, pointed back at the camp below the hillside behind him, and complained: "Old guy, don't let those boys have fun." Who will sacrifice their lives for us?"

Edgar's expression became serious: "This life is different from the past. The boss's losses are too great. If we fail to do this, the family business may collapse."

"Is it that serious?" Federo also put away his playful expression, "We are much better than a family that was slaughtered by slaves."

"Do you think we can easily take over the vacant share of the slave market? Doesn't the surrounding lord want to take advantage of the opportunity? I'm afraid someone will bring new slaves over in a few days. That's why the boss hurriedly asked us to snatch the slaves back. Now everyone is empty-handed, whoever has more slaves next will have the confidence."

"Okay, I'll remind them to be more alert tomorrow. But in this case, we can take the opportunity to raise the price with the boss." Federo threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out.

"Catch the people first, but we only brought more than a hundred people. Thousands of slaves are difficult to deal with." Edgar left the tree trunk, jumped and ran down the mountain.

Federo was about to follow, but suddenly he heard several noises. A mid-level warrior like him had very keen senses, and he could almost distinguish the source of the noises from two hundred meters away.

Just as he was about to turn around to see what was going on, he felt like he was hit by heavy punches on his shoulder. The unknown object that was flying towards him broke through the defense of the leather armor and penetrated into his body.

He felt like his skin was punctured, his muscles were pierced, and even his bones were bruised by this thing.

Federo endured the severe pain and supported himself on a tree. He knew that he was seriously injured. He pulled out the long sword at his waist and prepared to find his opponent to counterattack. At this time, the banging sound came again, and those strange The hidden weapons all hit him in the chest. This time, because he was prepared and used his fighting spirit to defend, the damage to his skin and flesh was much less. But the pain was still unbearable.

Who plotted against me! I'm going to skin him. Federo knew that there was nothing he could do in the dark forest, so he quickly lowered his body and fled behind the tree. As he ran, he shouted: "There is an enemy attack! Edgar, come and help me!"

However, there was no response from Edgar.

He fled behind the tree, and before he could take a breath, he saw a sword light striking his head. He tried his best to block it with his sword, but because he was injured, he couldn't use all his strength, and the sword was knocked away.

At this time, he could no longer care about fighting and rushed towards a steep slope on the side of the mountain. The sword light came again, passing under his jaw.

The world is spinning.

He saw his headless body and a tall, well-toned woman.

His last thought was that it was worth it to die under the sword of such a beautiful woman...

Edgar did not respond to Phaedrus's cry for help because he himself was not far from death.

At this time, he had three large wounds on his lower abdomen, ribs and thighs. Even if he used his fighting energy, he could not stop the bleeding. His face turned pale and he had to hold his sword to the ground to keep his body from falling.

In front of him were Roger, his adjutant Jacob and the young soldier Hart who were waiting for him. Jacob and Hart were also covered in blood. Their right arms were each cut with a half-inch deep wound, and they had to switch to holding swords with their left hands.

To deal with a warrior like Edgar, you can't be careless even in the end. Who knows if he has a desperate trick?

"Hmph, slaves are slaves, and they only use sneak attacks and other unpretentious methods." Edgar spat out a mouthful of blood, stared at Roger with hungry wolf eyes and said, "Hey, tell me, how did you remember this? , ambushed us two first?"

"One of us happened to recognize you, 'Blood Eagle' Edgar, the number one master of the Bart family." Roger replied.

"I didn't expect that I was already so famous." Edgar smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Bah, that's because you have done too many bad things!" Hart said angrily, covering his right arm.

"Hey, boy, if it's a face-to-face fight, I can kill you within five moves. He is the only one who is my opponent." Edgar pointed at Roger.

"Damn guy!" Hart raised his sword and was about to go up and kill him. But he was stopped by Roger, "Be careful!"

"Coward! I didn't expect that I would die in the hands of a coward in the end." Edgar groaned out of breath, "I guess my camp is going to be over?"

"Didn't you hear? It's over. Your people are sleeping and cannot stop the surprise attack of four hundred soldiers." Roger said.

"What? What did you say? I can't hear you clearly." Edgar tilted his ears and stumbled forward two steps, as if trying to hear the other party clearly.

Roger suddenly sensed that the opponent's momentum increased sharply in his scattered steps, and quickly kicked Jacob and Hart away who were unaware of the situation. He used his fighting spirit to protect his whole body, and slashed forward with a sword. .

Before the sword light could reach Edgar, he exploded into a ball of blood mist. Countless bloody water swept towards Roger with a whirlpool as sharp as a gun.

Roger tried his best to dance the thunder-scarred sword in his hand into a disc, letting the whirlpool of electric light disperse the blood, and then barely managed to block Edgar's death blow. When those cyclones dissipated, Roger's face and hands were already covered with fine wounds. In front of and behind him, a small patch of grass and woods had disappeared, leaving only the land covered with scratches.

"Oh my god. Is this guy so powerful?!" Hart climbed up from the grass in the distance and said anxiously.

Roger adjusted his breath for a while before speaking: "Fortunately, Mr. Xiao and Mr. Chen decided to raid these people, otherwise we would have let them go to the dark place, and this would be our end."

Jacob and Hart followed his gaze down the hillside.

The sounds of fighting and screams accompanied by bloody fires rang out from everywhere in the slave-catching team's camp, like purgatory.