The Amber Sword

The desperate vigilance formed by walking on this underworld for many years made Na Xin immediately understand when he saw the other person's movement: there was danger. But he had just turned around, and a sudden scream came from outside the team:

"Weird!"

The voice came from the north, and Xin's face sank, as if the uneasiness that had lingered in his heart finally became a reality. He had no time to chill with Mr. Liu and turned his head back to look in that direction. But the carriage around the perimeter of the camp also obstructed the sight of observation, and he had to walk over there and pass through the camp.

The guards who were sitting by the bonfire saw the former passing by them gloomily. They hadn't responded for a while, and looked at each other for a moment before they picked up their weapons and followed them.

Na Xin came to the carriage and looked north of the Qiusanze River, taking a breath. Through the glimmer of the starry night, he saw dense monsters pouring out of the darkness in the north. The creature was like a thin crystal, with its two feet standing on the ground. Its claws were sharp and powerful. It had a long tail. The head is small, with a long beak open, and looks like a ghost in the dark.

Hundreds of monsters like this are emerging from Gaoqiu. Their target is obviously the carriage camp. The sentry on the carriage saw the scene so scared that he could not speak. He was full of shock and wondered when the strangeness had begun in Qiusang. There are so many people around Zehe.

By this time, Xin could be sobered. "Bring the musket to the rack." Although I know that most of this evening will not be spared, I won't just sit still. His opponent shouted, "Ready to fight!"

Most of the scavengers on the underworld came from desperate origins, knowing that it is normal for them to lose their lives on the path of the deceased. Besides, most of these people in Rosalin are all alone and careless. At this time, it is inevitable that they are afraid Ann, but finally settled under that Xin's two growls.

So the guards took the gun. Although the shield was lifted, although it was pale, it finally organized a decent line of defense.

The scavengers on the underworld have been on this road for decades, and they have some experience in dealing with strange monsters. At least this line of defense composed of carriages is reliable in most cases.

However, when facing a few strange monsters, a monster tide composed of hundreds of strange monsters, not to mention their small horse team. Even swallowing a village is just a blink of an eye.

Everyone knows that there is no reason to survive this night off. Unless there is persistence until the dawn of the day, and until Rosalind's patrol cavalry arrives at this place, there will be a glimmer of life.

But a small team of patrol cavalry couldn't save them. They had to wait for them to call a large force across the river. Not to mention how long it would take to get to Rosalin from here, they couldn't stand it that night alone.

The members of the team turned their own minds, and Na Xin didn't care about these people. He knows that these people may not be reliable at this moment. If they didn't realize that they could never escape the strange pursuit, at this moment I am afraid that someone has fled without a fight.

He suddenly heard a scream.

After a slight hesitation, he turned back subconsciously, only to see Mr. Liu in the convoy wiping a bronze ancient sword in his hand with a green cloth, and there was a dead body lying under his feet. Blood was pouring out of the corpse, meandering on the sandy land.

He saw the corpse, and then two horses with tall heads not far away. My heart was clear, and I couldn't help cursing a fool.

Don't want to think about the people who can ride such horses in the wild, and they can afford them?

He nodded to the other side, signalling that the other side didn't care. He couldn't afford to offend the Jiufeng Noble for a fool. Besides, he also expected the Mr. Liu to do his best if he could survive this evening. Only the nobleman from Jiufeng is the only variable.

Even if you take a step back and say 10,000 steps, there must be a warhorse opponent who can escape. He also hopes that if that step is reached, the opponent can save himself on the face that he promised to take them with him.

Mr. Liu looked indifferent, and nodded to him.

Na Xin turned around, and the guards under his hands were very indifferent to the death of his colleagues. The underworld is a place where there is no lawlessness. There is only a dispute between strength and weakness. There is no right or wrong. Not to mention that at the moment they can't even care about their own lives, where can they care about the lives of others.

Someone glanced at Mr. Liu's two war horses greedily, but his gaze fell on the bronze ancient sword of the latter, and he suddenly looked back.

It was a blink of an eye for strangers to cross the open space of almost a few miles, not to mention that they were still condescending at this moment. The guards saw the thin and abrupt figure in the darkness throbbing, and could not help but fire a few shots early.

The fire flickered in the darkness.

The light from the magic crystal powder and gunpowder blasted far away, as if a dragon was throwing fire. These firearms came from Hassel and Osgang. They were sealed in sealed crates by the ship of Jiufeng. The team came from a distant world just like in the Ten City area. These powerful weapons that ordinary people can use are also highly sought after by mercenaries and merchants on Rosalin and the Swift Plain on the other side of the strait.

Since more than ten years ago, they have gradually flowed into the hands of black market merchants and desperates. Scavengers have used firearms to fight strangers on the underworld, and have achieved good results.

But not limited to the moment.

There were weird tumbling areas in the area illuminated by the fire, but they soon climbed up. The history of the use of firearms by the Hazels predates almost all the kingdoms on the continent. In this country's firearms, frontline officers often forbid their soldiers from firing before orders are issued.

The Royal Guards of Eb, who had defeated the Cruzs and Dragon Knights in the Harlem area, once fired their guns. Their practice was to put the enemy close to fifty steps before allowing shooting.

But here, no one is going to scold those who fired in advance, and Na Xin also understands that he has no literacy at all, and he can still fight fiercely on his own, but in this situation, he can still have the courage to fight. Fortunately.

Fortunately, although scavengers have no tactical literacy, at least their personal strength is still there. After all, the number of 'cowards' who pull the trigger in advance is a minority. Most experienced guards silently put strangeness into their imagination. Recently s position.

Then came a stream of fire from the side of the carriage.

The strangers also lack tactics. Their hunting methods in most areas are rushing forward, and they are not as good as the wolves and wild dogs in the mountains in terms of IQ alone. But the difference is that their strength is enough for them to complete this simple and effective attack. In the storm of steel bullets, the front row of strange monsters fell down together, some were hit on the chest, some were hit on the skull, and were hit. The crystal exploded to form a bowl-sized hole.

But only a few monsters that are truly hit will die completely, and most monsters will be able to stand up again after being hit. Only by witnessing this scene can we make people realize that most of them Both have the strength of gold upstream.

The ii-type dragon gun used by the scavengers was a three-eyed squat. After they had fired the first round, they turned the handle and then fired the hammer again. After three consecutive waves of flames erupted, the torrent of strange creatures was only a thin layer.

Everyone shook a sweat and looked at the rows of strange monsters a bit speechless. After three rounds of shooting, it is roughly estimated that there are more than ninety strange monsters remaining. On weekdays, In the final white-bladed battle, even if there are only one or two strange monsters left, humans can often cause casualties.

They really don't know what to do next.

At this time, some people finally started to slip, someone dropped his weapon pale, and rushed towards the back. Na Xin didn't go to see these people either, because these people wouldn't go there better than them. Unlike ordinary people, he could still keep calm at this time, and watch his eyes silently in strangeness.

For the desperate, calm is the majority, because most of those who are not calm have already been eliminated by the harsh living environment. Although some people fled their weapons and fled, there were still many others. They all had their swords out of their sheaths, and they looked coldly ready to fight.

Although the situation in front of him is mortal, for the scavenger, holding a weapon in his heart always has a certain degree of confidence. It is not necessary to know what the end is to face the enemy.

At this time, the monster that rushed ahead in the front had hit the carriage, and in the eyes of human beings, it was a silver light hitting the face, and then the entire carriage was torn apart, and the black crystals on the carriage were flying and scattered all over the sky.

However, the humans behind had expected that they had given up enough vacant land. At this time, they swarmed up and planned to use the human sea tactics to drag the strange.

This tactic is the valuable experience summarized by scavengers in long-term battles. The strangers have no brains and like to immerse themselves in the storm. They always enter the ambush circle preset by humans.

But this time they miscalculated.

It's not that the strangers suddenly became smarter, but that they never thought that they would encounter such a big scene.

Madara's undead battled the strangers on the south side of the Dead Moon Hainan, and they have been losing ground for years, and Rosalind's scavengers have mocked these bones more than once, believing that they were probably because they were turned into bones. I lost my brain so much that I got rust, and I couldn't even beat a stranger who also had no brain.

But at this moment, Rosalind's scavengers understood the plight of the undead.

…… (To be continued.)