This Game is Not Easy

"The stables on the west side have also been brutally murdered."

"As for who did it... I rushed to the west stables just in time for the horses to whine in unison."

"But when I got close, the horses were all dead. The only clue was that when I was about to rush into the stable to save the horse, a dark shadow rushed out of the stable."

"That shadow is very fast, and... it's very strong!"

"I had a move with him, and the wound on the tiger's mouth has not healed yet, and my right hand is still a little numb and weak."

"After that, the shadow man passed me and disappeared into the night."

What? !

Everyone's eyes widened, they couldn't believe it.

What is the strength of the giant sword Mark? Even in the entire mercenary circle, he is one of the best.

In the entire Xhosa Manor, the only ones who can compete with the great sword Mark are the ten knights of Agud, the knights of Baya, and at most one captain Rick of the heavy equipment team.

Such a heavyweight figure was actually injured to such an extent by that shadow.

"Could it be... Could that shadow be the Night Demon?!"

"Probably!"

"Hey—I didn't expect the Night Demon's strength to be so powerful!"

If they couldn't escape from the manor, they were like being caught in a urn.

There is a threat from the manor guards in the bright place, and a Night Demon driver in the dark.

The entire Xhosa Manor suddenly became in crisis.

The scene became panicked and there was a lot of discussion.

"Shh! Be quiet, there is a situation!"

At this moment, the giant sword Mark suddenly frowned and pressed his hand to silence.

"what's the situation?!"

"There seems to be footsteps, at least a dozen people!"

"Could it be that the manor is finally going to send out the reloading team?"

Everyone looked at each other, all clenched their weapons, and stared nervously at the door.

The tense atmosphere spreads in the air.

Greatsword Mark clenched the greatsword tightly, his eyes glowing like electricity.

"coming!"

boom!

Almost at the moment when the sound of the giant sword Mark fell, the warehouse door was slammed open again.

However, when the two sides met, both of them were stunned.

"Great Sword Mark?"

"Baron Erze?"

The giant sword Mark frowned again, but the giant sword in his hand had already been put down.

After being stunned, Baron Zell also came back to his senses.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

The leader of the two sides, the voices sounded almost at the same time.

Baron Zell was stunned again, then shook his head with a wry smile.

"It's a long story, let's go in first, our side has suffered heavy casualties."

Greatsword Mark looked past Baron Zell and looked behind him.

Those mercenaries who had been blinded by greed were now more or less injured.

"Humph! Deserving it."

Having said that, the greatsword Mark still stepped aside.

Led by Baron Zell, the wounded swarmed in.

Some are nobles, some are mercenaries.

Seeing this group of injured mercenaries, everyone in the warehouse showed contemptuous expressions, and there was disdain in their discussions.

"I thought who it was, but it turned out to be these guys who want money and not life."

After the death of Count Xhosa, the news immediately spread throughout the Xhosa manor.

Among them, the one who said the most is the Night Demon.

And the guests invited by them as 'suspects of the Night Demon' are naturally in danger.

The mercenaries are better. They have some skills, so they still have a chance to escape overnight.

But those nobles basically don't want to leave alive, the biggest possibility is to be surrounded and killed by the irrational manor guards.

In order to protect themselves, these guests gathered and discussed.

Great Sword Mark advocates that all mercenaries unite together and find a way to survive.

This means that the nobles who have no fighting power and will only become burdensome will be completely abandoned.

The nobles headed by Baron Zell naturally refused, and they all began to lure a group of mercenaries as their personal guards.

Under the circumstances, the strength of the giant sword Mark has dropped sharply.

Since they didn't believe that they could leave the manor with this group of nobles, and at the same time they couldn't persuade those mercenaries who were blinded by their interests, the giant sword Mark and others could only retreat sadly.

The two men and horses parted ways and escaped for their lives according to their abilities.

But I didn't expect to meet again in this warehouse.

"What's going on? How did you guys become like this?"

Although the giant sword Mark is powerful, his team is too small, and his strength is not as good as Baron Zell's team.

But the current situation made his heart tighten.

If there is any situation, even Baron Zell's team can't deal with it.

Not to mention the group of them.

The only way to survive is to gather all the strength to protect yourself.

And that's one of the reasons why he let this group of people in.

Another reason is that the giant sword Mark wants to know more information, so as to understand what the current situation is.

"Hey…"

Baron Zell sighed.

Among the three most powerful mercenaries, one died of poison, the other was unknown, and the last one did not want to join them at all.

If these three people are still there, then even if they bring their burdens, they will have a chance to escape.

but now…

Looking at the mercenaries lying on the ground and wailing, Baron Zell sighed deeply again~www.readwn.com~ After we separated from you, we first encountered a dozen light-armed teams who lost their minds. "

"But they are just a mob, they have no numerical advantage, and they are not our opponents."

"But then... we met the tank team."

Reload the team! ?

The people in the warehouse all breathed stagnantly.

What they were most worried about happened.

Great Sword Mark's face sank.

"The people from the reloading team finally made a move?"

Baron Zell nodded strangely and shook his head again.

"Yes, and no."

What?

Everyone was stunned.

What is this saying?

Fortunately, no one asked any questions this time, so Baron Zell just went on.

"Our team just happened to bump into the heavy loss team."

What? !

Everyone was shocked.

Giant Sword Mark's pupils shrank, grasping the point.

"lost heavily?!"

"That's right, the losses were heavy. What I saw at the time were more than 30 members of the heavy armored team lying motionless on the ground, bleeding all over the place."

"And those heavy armored team members who are standing and still have combat power have more or less wounds."

Greatsword Mark was refreshed.

This news is simply a shot in the arm for the current tragic situation.

"Who did it?"

"what is the problem?"

Everyone asked questions in unison, extremely curious.

The tank team is the strongest armed force in Xhosa Manor, and now there is an existence that can compete with it, which is definitely good news.

When the two tigers are fighting, these little people have a chance to survive.