211 Life and Death Fighting
"Bad! Shit! Shit! ..." Every time the ghost pumped, Berlos shouted bad in his heart. At this time, he couldn't do anything but keep warning himself that he was in big trouble!
When the ghost stopped, the troll's face was full of blood, and he fell to the ground without farting. The ghost's hand was almost the same as a hammer. In addition, this time he used a lot of force, and the troll had fainted before falling to the ground.
The ghost took off his silver badge from the troll's chest and hung it on his chest, turned around and walked to the field with a large hammer and walked out of the open door.
"Wow~" seemed to suddenly blow a gust of wind, and everyone exhaled almost at the same time. This crazy ghost was so evil that the merciless slap in the face was almost deep in everyone's head!
Different from everyone's noise after each end of the game, the audience around the arena left silently after the end of this game. Occasionally, they whispered and talked more about the name of the mad lion. Like the scene just now, everyone chose to avoid talking about it.
"Good guy, this guy is not easy to mess with..." Leno subconsciously touched his face while shouting the sultry in his heart.
"Black hands are not cruel..." Epolite sighed and stood up silently and followed the crowd out.
A few days later, when he heard that the unlucky troll was not only deaf, but also his head was damaged by the ghost, he couldn't help exclaiming that he had lost his eyes. The ordinary young man named Crazy Ghost was not ordinary black!
Berlos took people to the station with a cold face. All the fighters they knew or did not know looked at the people of the Flame Fighters with a sad look. When the purple eyes, almost everyone chose to avoid it. This madman is now a celebrity, but he doesn't know how long he can live!
"Bellos!" A two-meter-more man came out of the darkness. Bailos saw that it was a freedom fighter Becky and stopped with a wry smile.
"Go and say as you walk," Becky is not at a high level, but he is very enthusiastic and righteous. He looked at the other fighters around him and whispered to Bailos: "Take people away quickly. That mad lion doesn't have many friends. As long as you escape into the mountains, he may not be able to find it!"
"Hi, Beggie, thank you for your kindness. We Burrows remember you as a friend..." Burrows patted Beggie's big arm. In fact, it's not that he didn't consider taking the team to escape, but the whole flame fighter regiment also has a secret number: Hasting Army Fire Character Force Flame Fighter Plato platoon!
No matter how few people call an army, how can they be scared away by a warrior and escape overnight!
Seeing that Belos said this, he also understood his choice. The big man sighed and nodded and admired the indomitable Belos in his heart. He turned around and sincerely praised the ghost behind Belos, "Good boy! Good hammer! It's beautiful!" Becky is a fighter with a hammer, and these three hammers inspired him a lot!
Agui nodded with a smile. Those who can still date the Flame Fighters at this time are real friends. Agui thinks that this two-meter-more man is a good man.
"Becky, don't come to our station. It's almost time to do it in a while." At the gate of the station, Berlos stopped Becky who wanted to go in. He sighed and said, "Come and see tomorrow morning. If..., when Guern and Mosey come back, you can let them Go home..."
"Hey..." Becky stood at the entrance and looked at the flame fighters who entered the house silently, sighed and turned into the darkness. At this time, in addition to him, many fighters are paying attention to the station of the Flame Fighter Regiment, but no one dares to participate now.
Everyone silently packed up their equipment and fully armed. Everyone knows that there will definitely be a fierce battle tonight. Unlike previous battles, everyone knows who they will face this time, but no one is sure of victory.
Casbach and Schmitt were wiping their weapons. Cusdino sat at the table with his eyes slightly closed as if to refresh himself, but the ghost could hear from his fluctuating breathing that he was nervous, but he was forcibly suppressing it.
"Crazy lion, you should have gone crazy, haven't you?" The ghost hung the Ranger knife around his waist and tied the demon knife on his back. The ghost took out the fifty-stone iron bow borrowed from the hammer from the wood crystal core, and took out an arrow bag captured from two bandit archers last time and carried it on his shoulder, which contains more than 20 high-quality arrows.
According to the rules, bows and arrows are not allowed to be used in sword fights, but this time, if the wild lions come to seek revenge, the rules are bad, so the ghost simply treats him as a battle!
"Crazy ghost! Come out!" A lion-like roar in the silent night, as if the lion king in the deep mountains ran to the mercenary station to roar.
All the mercenaries of the Flame Fighters rushed out almost at the same time. On the playground where the team was stationed, five black figures stood there. The occasional cold light flashed under the moonlight showed that the other party came with weapons.
"Who is the ghost! Come out!" The big man at the top of the five shouted. The ghost's purple pupil was not afraid of darkness, which made him easily see the five people. He shouted that this guy was actually a little thinner than a troll. The vigorous hair seemed to swing with the wind like a lion's mane. At this time, his big cold eyes were covered with blood, and the moonlight was radiating. Bloodthirsty light!
Before the ghost could answer, Belos had taken a few steps and shouted at the other party: "Who came to our flame fighter group to make trouble?"
"Big boss, it seems to be the head of the Flame Fighter Regiment, Berlos!" One of the five people said.
"Are you the leader? OK, hand over the crazy ghost, and I will spare your life!" The lion shouted arrogantly, "Otherwise, I will kill all the people in your group!"
"Hmm!" There were a few cold hums in the dark. The people of the Flame Fighter Group were not soft-footed shrimps. Although they could not beat the mad lion, they did not lose in momentum. When everyone heard the words of the mad lion, they immediately aroused a competitive heart!
"Haha, I'm not convinced, boss, what nonsense are you talking to them? Let's go up and click for him!"
"Okay, if you dare to hurt my brother, he must have a dead consciousness!" The wild lion waved his hand and shouted, "Come on, kill them all!"
The four fighters who followed the wild lion immediately rushed forward. They were all good senior fighters, and their level like trolls was not comparable to them at all. Although these people were slightly worried about the boy who hit the troll, they paid attention to the others.
There is a sound of drawing knives on the side of the Flame Fighters, and everyone is ready to fight!
"Bang bang!" Suddenly, four tight string sounds came from the field, and four senior fighters who followed the lion seemed to have been cut by knives and fell to the ground together! The fifty-stone iron bow diffuses in the night, and even senior warriors like the lion can't see the trajectory of the arrows!
Four senior warriors died after a few strokes. Each of them had an arrow around their neck, and none of them missed!
The mad lion who originally planned to rush up stood still as if it were fixed. Looking at the four bodies around him and the shadowy figures on the opposite side, he couldn't help muttering that the other party actually had a divine archer who could shoot at night! It seems that I was too careless tonight!
The gladiator mixed in the arena is absolutely not allowed to use bows and arrows in the competition, but today, the mad lion intends to kill all the flame fighters to vent their anger, so he killed directly without challenging the flame fighters. He never thought that the flame fighters had even the divine archers, and they would do it as soon as they took action. The lives of four of his own powerful men!
In the face of the god archer in the dark, even the impulsive lion has to stop. Without thick armor and shield, even senior warriors can't fight with archers. What's more, it's a dark night, and you can't even see the shadow of the arrow. Now rushing up is equivalent to death!
"I'm a ghost!" Agui took a few steps forward with an iron bow and stood beside Berlos. At this time, his other hand was behind him, and his thumb and forefinger were bloody. Shoot four arrows at the same time with an iron bow, and even the ghost's hand can't stand such a violent bow!
"Good boy! The troll is planted in your hands!" The mad lion looked at the big bow in the ghost's hand and could not be sure whether the flame fighter group was the only one archer with four arrows and four lives, so the mad lion subconsciously thought that there were at least three divine archers on the opposite side! He was also decisive and shouted loudly after knowing that there was no hope of revenge tonight: "Ghost boy, fight with me!" Let's go into the cage of life and death!"
"He wants to fight with you!" Belos whispered, "You decide whether to participate or not. Be careful..."