Our family is in decline

Lance recognized it as a wolf at a glance. The beast kept staring at them. He didn't stop until he was in front of the dried meat. After trying to smell it, he opened his mouth and bit it. After a few random bites, he swallowed it. Go down.

After eating, he didn't look like he was leaving, but continued to look at everyone with a wolfish look.

"A beast is a beast. Fortunately, I didn't poison him, otherwise he wouldn't survive tonight~" Lance joked with a smile before explaining what he meant to everyone.

“Don’t kill these wolves for now, they will follow me after enjoying the sweetness, leaving a corpse behind after we solve the stronghold.

When the time comes, corpses bitten by wolves and wolf footprints appear around the camp, which will increase their convincingness. Anyway, those people don't know the specific situation, and they can't recognize the difference between the gray wolf and the white wolf. "

"I think I can give it a try."

"agree."

Soon the new plan was passed, and the wolves escaped unknowingly.

"Now what?"

Disma looked at the eyes around him. Now these hungry beasts were not willing to retreat easily after trying the dried meat.

"It's almost time, let's go straight away."

Lance was unwilling to miss this God-given opportunity, so he simply led the team and set off.

The team approached the stronghold again along the way they came. As expected, the wolves did not leave, but followed behind and hung far away, making even less noise than they did.

When I returned to the original position and looked over, I saw that the bonfire in the camp had been extinguished and there was no one standing guard around.

Lance patted Disma's shoulder and he understood, leading the team towards the camp.

Carefully remove the alarm bell, and then slowly and carefully approach it.

It was going smoothly, but Disma suddenly stopped and didn't move.

Lance's heart sank at this moment, and Leonard and the others were ready to take action.

But soon Disma turned back and gestured for them to stop, raised his hand to point to the ground to one side, and then moved forward to remove the disguise to reveal what was underneath.

Only then did they realize that it was a trap set by bandits. If they stepped on it and triggered it, without the leg protection, they would probably lose one of their legs.

Lance was relieved when the trap was dismantled. Fortunately, Disma took the lead, otherwise most people would not notice this trap.

After the danger was eliminated, the team became more cautious. It took almost half an hour to walk a short distance of less than 100 meters, but they finally arrived in front of the camp without disturbing anything.

The dilapidated building naturally had no entrance, but the bandits moved a few stones to seal most of the gaps, leaving only the main entrance.

Looking in, you can see the bonfire in the middle. Although it is extinguished, the charcoal fire still emits a dark red light, which reflects the bandits lying around. They look very casual. They may be too confident in their traps and are not sleeping in the wilderness at all. vigilance.

If you could throw a grenade into this kind of environment, it would be a disaster, but it’s a pity that it’s impossible~

Lance still gave up his fantasy. Everyone looked at each other and understood their mission. The moment he issued the action order, the team became active.

Breaking in, Lance immediately felt a sour smell of rotting trees and fermented sweat and excrement filling the air, as disgusting as smelly socks that hadn't been washed for a year.

Disma didn't care about this. He gave up the crossbow and instead drew a dagger that was more suitable for indoor fighting. Then he went up and pressed his mouth with one hand. Before the enemy woke up, the dagger was inserted into the neck and slit the throat.

His movements did not stop at all, but he immediately let go and sealed the next target's throat with a sword.

The bandit whose throat was slit was still sleeping one second, and the next second he felt pain and death approaching, and he couldn't scream.

But his struggling movements still caused a lot of noise, and someone finally woke up in a daze.

"Who the hell kicked me?"

But in the next second, Lance gave him a peaceful sleep like a baby with a sword blow, and withdrew the dagger with his backhand. He no longer had any fluctuations in his heart about killing people.

"ah!"

Their movement finally alerted the bandits, and the instinctive reaction was aroused by the sound. The remaining bandits all stood up in a hurry, but as soon as they stood up, they saw a tall black figure approaching.

"Enemy attack!" the bandit shouted, and the next second he was cut in two by the sword.

Compared to Lance's nervous thrusts, Leonard was like an efficient killing machine. His long sword swept past, and all the bandits who had just stood up became "shattered."

Yes, that's the literal meaning.

Chaos was immediately triggered in the dim scene, and all the bandits picked up their weapons and slashed at random.

Some wanted to escape from this environment, but were chopped to death by their companions with swords, and the screams could not be heard.

However, their madness made Lance and the others flinch slightly until a loud shout rang out.

"Hey! Come closer to me!"

This was the boss's voice. The bandits who were still alive immediately woke up, stopped waving their weapons, turned to be cautious, and then approached the source of the sound.

"Torches! Put the fucking torch up for me."

The leader screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to regroup.

The younger brother picked up the torch and was about to light it, but at the moment the fire light rose, a crossbow arrow shot directly into the younger brother's body. The newly lit fire returned to darkness as the torch fell and went out.

In this case, wouldn't ignition be an obvious target?

Lance felt contempt in his heart, but he quickly drew the crossbow and loaded the arrow without stopping.

You must know that bandits are also quick to lick blood. After experiencing chaos, the team was quickly reshaped under the organization of the leader.

It's just that compared to the original team of more than ten people, there are only seven or eight people left now, which seems very embarrassing, but under the leadership of the leader, they do not lack the courage to fight.

Although the torch was extinguished just now, the brief firelight still allowed them to see Lance and his group, and immediately launched an attack.

"I'll hold the knight back while you go kill the crossbowman."

The long-range attraction firepower is unified, because no one can let a crossbowman give him enough time.

Leonard didn't hesitate at all. He raised his sword and rushed forward, trying to intercept those people and buy more time for Lance behind him.

Once the two-handed sword was slashed, no one wanted to touch it. In such a small space, there was quite an aura of one man being able to block everything.

But there is a reason why the leader became the leader of this group of bandits. With a strange scream, he picked up the body on the ground and threw it towards Leonard.

The corpse was cut off by the sword, but Leonard's rhythm was also interrupted. At this time, the leader had already relied on the cover of his companion's corpse to raise the battle ax in his hand and rushed towards Leonard.

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