The Riddler Get Out of Terra

Tartarus opened his arms to him, hugging him without disdainful of the man's smell of sweat. The faint scent of cocoa lingered on the tip of Anton's nose. The sweet smell made the man swallow his saliva. -He's a little hungry.

"Hello, my name is Tartarus, nice to meet you all."

Tartarus shook hands with the infected miners who had escaped death one by one. Everyone tacitly ignored the young man who almost yelled and exposed everyone. Many people also silently helped him to get rid of the pain and be safe. Go to sleep.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I am honored to tell you that I am approaching here with an infected force disguised as a picket to capture this mine and put it under the rule of the infected!"

The red dragon announced to the infected people who had drawn the black lot, and then stretched out his arms, and the clothes of the unconscious guards were torn apart, leaving only their thin underwear in the snow.

Alex looked at these demons with pleasure and shivered unconsciously. In his memory, in a certain black lottery game, the infected miner was skinned into a naked pig and shot by the guards with arrows one after another.

Fall to the ground.

"Take up the crossbow, friends!"

Tartarus raised the crossbows dropped by the guards and handed them one by one to the infected, leaving many behind to throw to the silent infected team waiting behind him. Even Alex received one. branch.

"Let us give them a trial!"

Chapter 56 Hunting

The guard captain was awakened by a sharp pain in his cheek.

This powerful and heavy slap hit his mandible just right. The burning pain in his jaw and the loosening of his teeth made him dizzy.

He had always hit others, and when his body, which had become increasingly weak after being away from the army for a long time, was hit by others, he showed amazing weakness.

The guard captain almost groaned and rolled on the ground. He no longer showed the toughness and fearlessness he had when capturing the infected. His head was buzzing with severe pain. For a moment, the man couldn't even tell where he was.

The captain of the guard wrapped himself in the cold snow dust, and it took him a long time to recover from the ice that washed his face with snow water. The unaware mine guard endured the pain and raised his head. The scene in front of him made him suffer from cardiorespiratory arrest:

one, two, three...

One row, two rows, three rows...

The black-clad pickets, who were so numerous that they could not make any concessions compared to the guards in the entire mine, stood silently in front of him. The Waifan leader was looking at him with a smile. Behind him, the group of ragged infected people held up their hands. He took the crossbow and pointed the sharp arrow at him.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the guard who was covered in cold sweat on his back shivered. He subconsciously put his hands on the ground, leaning on the ice and snow to lift himself up. His eyes fell downwards, and he opened his mouth in panic——

Only his underwear was left. The cruel ice and snow turned into a deadly death at this moment, meticulously depriving the human body of the few calories. With a lot of sweating, the guard captain began to shiver from the cold.

It's okay, it's okay, I don't feel feverish...

He folded his hands to preserve the heat, and felt a little happy in his heart - experienced people living in the tundra all know that the senses can deceive the host. It doesn't matter if it feels cold. If it feels hot, it proves that the person is not far from freezing to death.

So, what's going on here?

The captain of the guard looked completely indifferent, watching helplessly as the infected miners pointed crossbows at his pickets, and shouted almost angrily:

"Pickets!!! What's going on with you?! Didn't you see any infected people trying to escape?!! They even dared to snatch weapons! Do you know this is a capital crime!!!"

The guard captain, who was not even included in the establishment of the picket team, saw the shameful appearance and jumped in anger. He became even more disgusted with this group of low-class people selected from the mobile city:

Chains of contempt are everywhere. Even in the Ursus tundra, the villain organization that obeys orders has a chain of contempt from top to bottom. Among them, the mine guards who have regular personnel in Ursus and have retired from the army undoubtedly occupy the top.

Except for the big nobles from the mobile city or the imperial ministers who were ordered to patrol, they had to stay low and silent. At other times, the guards could shout at the pickets, so that the latter could only swallow their anger!

So the guard captain let go of his voice without hesitation, and vulgar words continued to spray out from the scarlet mouth that was half broken and half red. He even started to greet the leader's family——

However, before he could finish his roar, the leader, Vaifan, waved his right hand, and a crossbow arrow shot through the fat thigh of the guard, causing the Ursus people's unpleasant yelling to stop abruptly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"

The guard fell down on the snow in a state of embarrassment and kept rolling around. His hair was soaked in cold sweat, and his blood was also soaked in the pure white snow. The warm blood radiated heat in the severe cold. The guard who was in pain couldn't help but cry out. The miserable howl of the tune.

He looked down on the infected young man's cowardice in the face of the black lottery, but when the same punishment fell on him, he was not even as good as the infected young man.

The infected miner who picked up the crossbow watched with pleasure as the guard rolled on the ground and roared. The crossbow shot through his thigh but not completely. The barbed arrow went straight through the flesh. If he tried to pull it out, he would bleed profusely. And severe pain is already a necessity.

——This was originally a form of torture for those who were treated as a game by the guards, but now it allowed the guard chief to suffer on his own. Many of them were even eager to try and shoot a few arrows to vent the pent-up anger in their hearts.

But Tartarus gave no signal for a volley, and no one dared to move.

The guard captain's miserable howl successfully woke up the other unconscious guards. They were shocked to see each other being stripped down into naked pigs. They tried to yell at the pickets with the same anger as the guard captain, and then...

A cold crossbow arrow shot directly through the forehead of the loudest one at Jolon's suggestion.

"..."

The snow suddenly became silent.

The guards wearing Ursus tiger skins were horrified to find that the usual tried-and-true reasons and excuses could not suppress this group of menacing pickets. Now they were unarmed and in the exact same situation as those infected people who had been drawn black lots in the past:

There were no weapons, no clothes, no food, and the surrounding area was flat... unable to escape, unable to save themselves, unable to persuade, they could only passively wait for the leading Waifan people to decide their fate.

So Qiao Lun spoke:

"Hello, fellow mine guards, we are the infected commando team. Nice to meet you."

He deliberately used mysterious names to increase the mystery in the eyes of the miners, and also used terms like commando to hint to the guards who had retired from the army that this was already a systematic and targeted combat group.

Sure enough, those infected people holding crossbows were visibly interested. Even without using the ability of the pupil light to observe the soul, Qiao Lun could still see the unquenchable flame in their bodies:

The infected have a team and are organized!

They can even directly attack pickets and conquer infected mines!

Terms such as well-equipped and well-trained can convey extremely heavy pressure when placed on the enemy, but when marked on friendly units, no one will feel it is redundant.

Just by looking at the shining eyes of these people, Qiao Lun knew that the persuasion within this mine would be a sure success.

The expressions of the guards were completely opposite:

They stared in disbelief at Tartarus, who was talking like a madman, with their eyes wide open, trying to find any flaws in the red dragon's face.

As long as there is a slight flaw, they can comfort themselves that this is just a joke. The infected are still just a mob, or they are just soft-hearted people who only blindly attack the mines but dare not eradicate the roots.

However, whether it was Red Dragon's nonchalant self-introduction or the black-clad "pickets" behind him who straightened their backs and equipped their weapons with even the children in the team, and who had the edge of having seen blood all over their bodies, there was no trace of anything. flaw.

"Impossible, impossible!!!"

The guard captain muttered to himself in a low voice, unable to understand that the infected people who were usually hunted down and persecuted by them like animals could behave in such a "superior" manner.

"It's all fake, it's all fake!! You are lying!!!"

He couldn't help shouting, trying to put an end to an obvious fact.

Whoosh-!

The words are answered with supreme violence.

Behind Tartarus, Phedea with long black hair and long tail accurately shot an arrow, piercing the guard captain's left leg again, causing him to fall to the ground groaning in pain.

"Now, we also want to play a game with you."

Qiao Lun didn't care at all about the ups and downs of the guards' mentality like a storm. He just looked at them with his inherent cold smile, while twiddling his fingers, he explained the rules one by one:

"Just like your black lottery game, the taboos are also the same. Run, fellow guards, run wildly, fight for your life, and try to see if you can escape and ascend to heaven, we,"

He glanced back, "Now it's the hunters, and you,"

Qiao Lun stretched out his right hand and made a circle, referring to the entire guard group:

"Now the prey."

"Run to avoid being killed!"

Chapter 57 A Mine

The guards' pitiful death screams made Alex pale, but he did not resist at all. Instead, he opened his eyes desperately and watched these villains who could not escape from nightmares being judged by Tartarus.

Just like the bad things done by a beautiful country on earth, the more they have done it, the more they will maliciously speculate on the purpose of other people's actions, and blame the bad things they have done on normal people.

The guards who guessed their fate had no intention of compromising. The captain of the guard roared angrily, dragging his two injured legs and rushed up to fight Qiao Lun - and then the activated crossbow arrows were shot into hedgehogs, and the guards behind him were also nailed. On the snow, wailing and moving in an attempt to escape.

This is a group of organized, well-educated thugs who have seen blood!

The guards had already understood the nature of the infected people led by Qiao Lun, and the remaining mine guards with normal hands and feet immediately ran away as hard as they could - these infected miners had not received professional training and could not shoot accurately!

These somewhat clever Ussans are betting that the generally low educational level of the infected will bring them a chance of survival.

Their judgment is correct.

Even if the infected people work hard to correct the arrow path, aim at the target, and even fire multiple volleys in an attempt to increase the hit rate...but some things are just like mathematics, it just won't happen.

Even if they fired all the arrows equipped with the crossbows, they would not achieve any results. Let alone shooting these scum, they could not even hurt the escapees.

No matter how drunken and miserable these guards are, they are still people who have retired from the Ursus army. Their experience and rich knowledge are not comparable to them. The simple and irregular bending method makes the infected miners dizzy.

When they impatiently fired all the crossbows but failed to achieve any results, some of the escaping guards were already almost out of the best shooting range of the crossbows.

Won!

The guard running at the front almost raised his hands and shouted, but he quickly thought of the interesting smile on Tartarus's face and was immediately startled - it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he should run away quickly!

As for the ice and snow?

They are from the Ursus Legion and have learned wilderness survival courses. They will always find a way to survive!

Whoosh-!

bump--

The runner at the forefront fell to the ground amidst the sharp roar of the arrow tearing the air. The head that was accurately shot oozed out pink brains, which was soon completely dyed red by the splattered blood, and fell motionless on the snow. .

Others wanted to run again, so...

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——

Breaking one after another

The empty sound turned into the scythe of the God of Death. Before any guard could make any move, against the backdrop of the wailing of the impaled rebels, crossbow arrows were shot out one after another, each one with frightening accuracy.

No one could run, no one could escape. Someone quickly adjusted his running trajectory and tried to dodge. He was greeted by an astonishing three consecutive shots, and he managed to dodge the first and second crossbow arrows. The third crossbow arrow shot through his chest. .

Some people looked back in horror and surrendered, raising their hands high in an attempt to beg for mercy - but the crossbow showed no mercy at all, and shot through the heads of such people without hesitation when they turned around.

Some people panicked and chose to charge in a straight line regardless of the situation, but they still had a little bit of caution and chose to run in all directions in order to avoid the merciless crossbow arrows.

There was indeed no mercy - the arrows were firing faster and faster, the faster they ran away, the harder the crossbow arrows were fired. When the last person staggered to the ground, the dazzling blood painted a mess on the ground. At this time, Faust, who shot the crossbow, looked at the carefully selected personal guards behind him.

The guards who had been subdued from the beginning trained with him for three days. Although they did not learn any amazing skills, they could already understand what the captain meant, so they quickly rushed out with a few people and trotted towards the body of the shot guard. He went over and planned to drag them back.

Whether it's a last hit or a trace elimination, it all depends on the leader's intention.

The strangely luminous fluid swallowed up all the traces left by the guards.

……

The guards guarding the mine were bored and directed the miners to continue working. Just like the fun workers who had drawn the black lottery, those who had drawn the work lottery were disqualified from participating in this entertainment activity and could only stare at the miners entering the mine with a sullen face. hole, cracking the whip a few times from time to time.

Seeing the infected people's blood stains and screams, the deputy team's face, which was so boring that it was so sleepy, regained some energy for the first time, and put on a smile that was superficial but not smiling.

The guards around him obsequiously handed him a cigarette. The deputy glanced at the toady before accepting the tribute unceremoniously. The flatterer immediately took out a match, carefully heated it in the cold wind, and lit the cigarette for the deputy.

Not bad. Next time, throw him to the field patrol team to grab some good things from the pickets!

The deputy team is going to give the sycophant some favors when assigning tasks next week.

He took a deep breath, but carefully controlled his nasal cavity to prevent the suction from sucking the smoke into his lungs. Unlike the captain who had already resigned himself to his fate, the deputy captain was a strong and strong man. He had little merit in the army at that time, but because he did not He was good at talking and annoyed his immediate superior, so he was targeted by the disgusting noble and had to retreat.

So even if he gives up on himself and starts enjoying himself, he will try his best to maintain his physical condition in case of emergencies.

But this time he frowned:

No matter how hard he inhaled, he couldn't get much smoke. The cigarette didn't seem to be lit at all, and it couldn't bring out any smoke to relieve boredom.

what happened?

The deputy team leader took a big breath, but couldn't get any feedback. He couldn't help but glare angrily at the toady next to him who couldn't even do such a small thing, and his plan to give him some benefits was immediately compromised.

Why is this person so ignorant!

he thought angrily.

"Ho-ho..."

The flatterer didn't talk as flatteringly as usual. He was holding his throat that could spit out countless good words. His eyes were so big that they almost bulged out of his sockets. He stared desperately at the clueless deputy team, who was hiding behind him. Under the palm of his neck, gurgling blood flowed down.

Enemy attack! ! !

The deputy team reacted immediately.

He opened his mouth wide, and was about to yell loudly to alert the guards. He pressed his right hand down to his waist, preparing to take out a long knife for improvised combat. He kicked the ground violently with his big feet, and was beaten to death on the ground that was as cold as cement. With a loud bang, he ran towards the weapons depot——

There are a lot of crossbows there, and only by getting these can they fight back unscrupulously!

Whoosh-!