The front yard of the Baron’s Mansion is a small place, about less than 500 square meters. The more Matos’ team walked slowly to the door. He let the two hostages walk beside him and let the two low-level warriors look at them with swords.
All intermediate and low-level warriors dispersed in all directions and were ready for battle.
“Matos, it seems that there is no magic circle.” Dionyk looked around.
“I always have a strange feeling.” Matos whispered in a low voice, holding a sword.
“What?”
“Everything went so well, and it was so quiet around me. I grew up here, and it wasn’t like this in the evenings in this town.” Mattos said, “It was so quiet that there was no voice at all.”
“What should I do?” Diornock asked.
Matos grabbed his arm and said, “Let the others come in first, we wait at the door.”
However, Matos stopped the two hostages, and he felt that these two people could give him some sense of security.
Leading by several intermediate warriors, the team broke into the front yard.
At this moment, a black shadow exuded the light of fighting spirit and rushed towards Matos from the side wall.
“It was discovered.” Mattos growled. This was what he had been waiting for. His tense nerves finally released at this moment. The fighting spirit burned through his body like flames, and he swung his sword hard to cut at the other side. Dionoke beside him also emitted an ice archery technique that had been prepared long ago, and a ray of ice-blue light followed Matos’ sword light.
But what neither of them expected was that the black shadow rushed towards Matos’ sword. His sword light passed through the black shadow without any obstacles, and then Dionyk’s ice arrow also passed through it.
When he got close, he saw clearly that it was a wide robe, but it was wrapped in a ball of grass eaten by horses, and it was filled with fighting spirit, so it looked like a warrior who burst out fighting spirit in the night. It all happened between lightning and fire. When Matos realized that this was a scam, his sword move was already old, and his long sword slashed his clothes into two, raising countless grass chips in the air.
After the clothes, another figure that had already shrunk into a ball jumped out and rushed straight to the two low-level soldiers guarding the hostages.
That was Chang Yujie who wanted to save people. He held a Type 54 pistol in one hand and a sword in the other. The man emptied the entire magazine in mid-air, and directly blew the unprepared warrior a little far away and burst his brain. A warrior nearby had a relatively sensitive reaction and used his sword to block Chang Yujie’s slash. However, Chang Yujie’s powerful sword still cut him back two steps. Chang Yujie seized the opportunity and used his fighting spirit to smash the pistol in his hand into the warrior’s head. The warrior could not dodge and was hit by the gun in his temple and fainted directly.
While no one around could react, Chang Yujie grabbed Aunt Deliya’s clothes with both hands and threw them out. The aunt was thrown out with soft force.
Matos and Dionoke turned around and were about to attack Chang Yujie. But at this time, a loud roar came from the roof of the Baron’s Mansion: “Blast!”
Chang Yujie knew that this was the prompt that Wang Zifeng gave him. He ignored the attacks of Matos and the others and rushed to the ground, throwing Makaya. As soon as the two fell to the ground, a loud noise came from the crowded area in front of them, and a violent fire burst out from the ground. The fire was like a crack from hell. You could vaguely see many figures being torn and swallowed by the fire in an instant. Along with the fire, there was also the smoke and dust that swept the entire yard. The scene was like a monster mixed with red and gray, opening its bloody mouth, and the food was Matos’s team.
More than fifty people were all shrouded in rolling smoke and dust, and the guards hiding behind the roof bed appeared one after another, ready to shoot in the middle.
Xu Tianle is here
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