Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

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Elder Hundred Eyes was too large to enter the castle through the red mist.

So it was guarding outside, and the remaining 4 hundred-eyed monsters all entered the castle.

They also have certain restrictions. If there is not enough space, it is impossible to freely shuttle, if the nightmare spell is used forcibly, the body will be integrated with the building, then the end will be miserable.

Now there are only more than 160 mercenaries and adventurers who can still fight, as well as more than 50 soldiers, most of them retreat.

"Laughing face, do you have any cards with you?" Corleone asked in a low voice.

"Apart from this flute, what other means do I have, let's adapt to the circumstances, anyway, I must go out now to seek death."

"Oh, I see."

Corleone no longer hesitated, shouting loudly at the other mercenaries, and informed them of all the information he knew about the Hundred Eyes.

"What are you doing?" Half-elf Seranis asked.

"Now we are all grasshoppers on a rope, letting them know this information will not do us harm."

Corleone went on to say: "It doesn't matter if you can't get the money. There are so many opportunities to make money, but I must take you all out!"

"After all, I proposed to receive this task, and I must bear certain responsibilities."

"Head, you are not right! This is clearly the decision of the entire group, not to mention that we are all resounding men here..."

The barbarian Bazaha looked at the other female members and changed his mouth again.

"... and sister, how could you be afraid of death? No matter how many monsters it has, just kill them all!"

"Hahaha, it makes sense!" Corleone looked at the trusting eyes of his subordinates, and felt that he should trust them more.

The sound of fighting came from the room not far away, and the red mist filled in from the window, and it seemed that the Hundred Eyes had launched an attack again.

The injured Hundred Eyes led the other sister to the room where Corleone was.

It is a character that Jacques must retaliate. He intends to tear off the limbs of the human warrior one by one, and avenge the blood feud on dozens of arms!

Just dozens of seconds after Corleone's conversation, one of the Hundred Eyes appeared in the room. It trampled all nearby enemies frantically and grabbed several members with its arms.

This monster was different from the previous one. The eyeballs on the palm were purple. When the members were caught, the eyes of the Hundred Eyes monsters shed light purple tears.

Such tears, if touched by someone, will cause the contact person to fall into a drowsy state.

"Asshole!" Corleone glared, the big sword in his hand was like a spinning paper windmill, and Bazaha and the Tauren and others rushed forward, and an astonishing roar resounded throughout the room.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The longbow in the half-elf's hand never stopped, and arrows flew out.

Before this monster had time to swallow its prey into his stomach, he had several arms severed.

The dark eyes carry the killing intent, Corleone inspires psychic energy, using a fearless blow, and the swift attack can greatly weaken the defense of the monster's skin.

At the moment when he launched the attack, the other Hundred Eyes finally moved.

Behind Corleone, dozens of strong red arms appeared, and these arms swung forward violently, trying to break the cervical vertebrae of the great swordsman.

The giant Sock reacted after seeing this scene. At this critical juncture, he used it against Corleone's back.

A stone wall exuding a brown luster suddenly emerged from the ground, with a thickness of 30 cm. As a warrior with the blood of a sand giant, this was the only spell Thok mastered.

"Bang!" The seemingly solid stone wall was instantly shattered, and it didn't even hold up for 1 second, but this was enough for Corleone.

The Hundred Eyes in front of him disappeared into the red mist again, Corleone rolled forward on the spot, avoiding the attack behind him, and other subordinates besieged the new Hundred Eyes.

It is a pity that weapons without enchantment can hardly cause effective damage to it. The last time Corleone was able to sever its arm, it was also because of the psionic power of the Slaughter Blade attached to the great sword.

At the moment when this hundred-eyed monster was about to hide in the red mist, Corleone threw the big sword in his hand without hesitation, and there was a large amount of black ink mist wrapped around the big sword, which was nearly half of the spirit in his body. can!

The big sword drew a beautiful arc, and finally the first half penetrated deeply into the core of the Hundred Eyes Monster.

"Puff!"

The Hundred Eyes gurgled in pain, and quickly activated the spell, and the big sword stuck in his body disappeared with it.

"Did you solve it?" asked with a smile holding a machete.

"No, give me a weapon." Corleone was not sure, because his system did not receive a statement of gaining experience.

The black mamba beside him threw a scimitar to Corleone.

He felt that he needed to prepare a handy secondary weapon, and such a scimitar was too light for him.

There were three members lying on the ground. They had just fallen into a coma after receiving the effect of lavender tears.

Others quickly picked up these three members, as a whole, they will never leave anyone behind.

"How are they?" Corleone asked.

"It looks like it was poisoned, and no other symptoms were found. The heartbeat and breathing were very stable."

"Can't continue to spend here, smile, Seranis, you two go and invite an officer over."

"clear."

After a while, a Maha country officer who looked panicked was dragged over by them.

"What are you doing!" The soldiers under the officer are basically dead. If it weren't for those loyal soldiers who resisted desperately, he would definitely be killed.

When the officer was hiding under the table, he was spotted by the smiling face and the half-elf.

"I'm asking you, do you know that this castle has a secret passage to the outside world?" Corleone made a smile and they let go of the officer, and stepped forward to help him tidy up his collar. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"I, I don't know, there are so many of you, why don't you escape together!" the officer said tremblingly.

Corleone continued to ask: "What about the basement? You always know that."

When the officer saw that the mercenary captain did not obey his request, his expression was a little crazy.

"You must take me out! It was my king who hired you!"

Corleone sighed, the smiling expression on his face disappeared, leaving only the bone-chilling cold.

He drove the scimitar on the officer's neck and repeated: "Take us to the basement, don't be conceited."

In desperation, the officer could only choose to lead the way.

A castle like this must have a secret way of escape, but most people can't find it.

But the help of a smiling face is different. He has rich experience in this area and should be able to find out where the agency is soon.