Crete drew back the sword in his hand. Although he was breathing heavily, his hand was steady. A large amount of blood gushed out of the wound on Luke's chest, increasing the fishy smell in the air. The assassin muttered something in a low voice, and it was unclear whether he was confessing or cursing, but he finally twitched a few times and died silently.
"Well done!"
"Krete, good job! You avenged your father!" the crowd shouted.
Xiao Chen patted Crete on the shoulder and said, "Your father not only saved me, but also saved many people around us. If this assassin killed people indiscriminately like the other one, many people would die in his hands. Although he doesn't know martial arts, he can rush forward and fight with masters. He is a true warrior. You must understand why he did this. Don't let him down."
Crete knelt heavily on the ground and said, "Sir, please let me follow you to learn skills. I want to fight those slave traders to the end."
"Why, haven't you already taken revenge?" Xiao Chen helped him up and asked deliberately.
"No!" Although Crete was thin and frail, his good voice made his voice very penetrating. "These killers are just tools of the real executioner. Those slave traders never wanted to let us go. They always wanted us to return to the most painful life and sell us to all kinds of terrible places. You saved us, so they want to assassinate you! But we can't let them do what they want. Although I don't have much power, I am willing to fight them to the death!"
Xiao Chen nodded secretly. Although this child was young and had not received much education, he quickly grasped the core of the problem. He saw that the people around him had already formed a common hatred against the enemy, and they nodded repeatedly after hearing what Crete said. So he struck while the iron was hot and said, "Everyone, this assassin has told us that two slave-hunting teams have blocked us from front and back! You have all dealt with the slave-hunting teams and know what kind of people they are! Even if the assassination today fails, they will still use other methods to attack us tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. In the end, they will try their best to capture you back to that camp. Are you still willing to go back and be slaves? Are you still willing to rot in those stinking cells? Are you still willing to fight for food that even pigs and dogs won't eat every day?"
"No! Never!"
"Kill them all!"
"Revenge! Revenge!" The people around roared.
"As a friend, I will never allow anyone to ruin your life again! As a magician, I will never allow anyone to trample on my dignity like this! So, I am going to teach those slave traders a lesson! Eliminate their accomplices!"
"Teach them a lesson!"
"Kill all those running dogs!" people shouted.
"Old Chen, we need a battle plan now." Xiao Chen said to Chen Hansheng.
Chen Hansheng glanced at the soldiers who had already deployed due to the commotion in the camp and said, "Speed is the best plan."
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Edgar and his deputy Fedro leaned against two adjacent trees and smoked cigarettes from the Southern Free City, which were spicy and pungent. Fedro was obviously still a little uncomfortable, and after taking a few puffs, he coughed several times.
"Are you a man at all? You choke when you smoke and get drunk when you drink. You're really useless." Edgar, who looked a little old with gray hair on his temples, took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of smoke.
"I'm just not used to it. Whether you're a man or not is up to women to decide. In this respect, you can't compare to me." Fedro looked to be in his early thirties, quite handsome. He held the cigarette in his hand and said proudly, "From the wild beast girl in the north island to the sea monster in the south island, there is no woman I haven't tasted."
Edgar sneered, "You hungry bastard. When you capture slaves tomorrow, watch your dick, and keep an eye on those guys down there. The boss said that every virgin will get an extra two gold coins. If you abuse a woman, you're wasting my gold coins."
"Fifty." Fedro stretched out a palm.
"Bullshit, you idiots are not worth a hundred gold coins." Edgar threw the cigarette butt at Fedro's face. This one was mixed with fighting spirit and actually made a whistling sound, like a bullet.
Fedro flashed away without making a sound, the cigarette butt nailed to the tree next to his ear. He raised his thumb and pointed to the camp below the hillside behind him, complaining: "Old man, if we don't give those guys a good time, who will work for us?"
Edgar's expression became serious. "This job is different from the previous ones. The boss's loss is too great. If we can't do this, the family business may never recover."
"Is it that serious?" Fedro also put away his playful look, "We are much better off than having our entire family massacred by the slaves."
"Do you think we can easily take over the vacant share of the slave market? Which lord around here doesn't want to take advantage of the situation? I'm afraid someone will bring new slaves here in a few days. That's why the boss is in a hurry to ask us to take back the slaves. Now everyone has nothing. Whoever has more slaves and whose slaves arrive earlier will have the confidence."
"Okay, I'll remind them to be more alert tomorrow. But in this way, we can take the opportunity to negotiate a price increase with the boss." Fedro threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out.
"Let's capture them first. But we only have a hundred people with us. Thousands of slaves are not easy to deal with." Edgar left the tree trunk and jumped down the mountain.
Fedro was about to follow, but suddenly heard a few noises. A mid-level warrior like him had very sharp five senses, and he could almost tell that the source of the noise was about two hundred meters away.
Just as he was about to turn around to see what was going on, he felt as if his shoulders were hit by heavy punches continuously. An unknown object was flying towards him, breaking through the defense of the leather armor and hitting his body.
He felt his skin being pierced, his muscles being pierced, and even his bones being bruised by this thing.
Fedro endured the severe pain and leaned against a tree. He knew he was seriously injured. He drew the long sword at his waist and prepared to find his opponent to counterattack. At this time, the bang bang sound came again, and those strange hidden weapons hit his chest again. This time, because he was prepared, he raised his Qi to defend, so the damage to his skin and flesh was much smaller. But the pain was still unbearable.
Who is plotting against me? I will skin him alive. Fedro knew that he would not be able to get away with it in the dark forest, so he quickly crouched down and ran behind a tree. As he ran, he shouted, "Enemy attack! Edgar, come and help me!"
However, there was no response from Edgar.
He fled behind a tree, and before he could catch his breath, he saw a sword flash coming down on his head. He tried to block it with his sword, but because he was injured, he couldn't use his full strength, and the sword was knocked away.
He was too busy fighting to care about the battle and rushed to a steep slope on the mountainside. The sword flashed again and passed under his jaw.
The world was spinning.
He saw his headless body and a tall, fit woman.
His last thought was that it was worth dying under the sword of such a beautiful woman...
Edgar did not respond to Fedro's call for help because he himself was not far from death.
At this time, he had three large wounds on his lower abdomen, ribs and thighs. Even if he used his fighting spirit, he couldn't stop the bleeding. His face was pale, and he had to use his sword to support the ground to keep his body from falling.
In front of him were Roger, his adjutant Jacob, and the young warrior Hart, who were all ready for battle. Jacob and Hart were also bleeding, with half-inch deep wounds cut on their right arms, forcing them to switch to holding the sword with their left hands.
When dealing with a fighter like Edgar, you can't be careless even at the last moment. Who knows if he has any desperate tricks up his sleeve
"Humph, slaves are slaves. They only know how to use sneak attacks, which is not decent." Edgar spat out a mouthful of blood foam and stared at Roger with wolf-like eyes. "Hey, tell me, how did you think of ambushing the two of us first?"
"Someone among us just happened to recognize you, Edgar the Blood Eagle, the top fighter of the Bart family." Roger replied.
"I didn't expect I'm already so famous." Edgar smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Bah, that's because you've done too many bad things!" Hart said angrily, covering his right arm.
"Hey, kid, if we fight face to face, I can kill you in five moves. He is the only one who can be my opponent." Edgar pointed at Roger.
"Damn it!" Hart raised his sword and was about to kill him, but Roger stopped him, "Be careful, there's a trap!"
"Coward! I didn't expect that I would end up dying at the hands of a coward." Edgar groaned a little breathlessly, "I guess my camp is doomed?"
"Didn't you hear? It's over. Your men are asleep and can't stop the sudden attack of four hundred soldiers." Roger said.
"What? What did you say? I can't hear you clearly." Edgar tilted his ear and stumbled forward two steps, as if trying hard to hear the other person clearly.
Roger suddenly sensed that the opponent's momentum was increasing with his scattered steps, so he hurriedly kicked away Jacob and Hart who were unaware of the situation. He then used his fighting spirit to protect his whole body and slashed forward with his sword fiercely.
Before the sword light reached Edgar, he exploded into a ball of blood mist, and countless blood, with cyclones as sharp as guns, swept towards Roger.
Roger tried his best to turn the Thunder Sword in his hand into a disk, letting the vortex of lightning disperse the blood, and only then did he barely block Edgar's dying blow. When the cyclones disappeared, Roger's face and hands were covered with fine wounds, and the small patch of grass and woods in front of and behind him had disappeared, leaving only the land covered with scratches.
"Oh my God. Is this guy so powerful?!" Hart crawled up from the grass in the distance and said anxiously.
Roger took a long breath before speaking: "Fortunately, Lord Xiao and Lord Chen decided to raid these people, otherwise how could they have been allowed to hide in the dark, and this would have been our end."
Jacob and Hart followed his gaze down the hillside.
The sounds of fighting and screaming, accompanied by bloody flames, rang out from the slave-hunting team's camp, like purgatory.