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Chapter 431 0430: War Purgatory

Have you ever seen a wolf?
"That's what he asked me."

Dorossel recalled the experience of a moment ago, and then told his companions in the trench what he had seen and heard. They were mercenaries who were unlucky in animal skins.

Fortunately, he survived to the Red Maple Heights.

But the joy of surviving the disaster did not last long.

Like everyone else, he has no fixed employer and can only be a bodyguard or collect materials. In short, he is the most detested hard work on the reward list.

There is no way, you have to eat and live.

Dorossel's sweat was running down his dirty face, and there were at least two bags of dirt on the sunken plate armor, which were all rubbed in during the fighting and fleeing. The magma meteor was going to bury him, but fortunately, Terra was there. Helped him at the last minute.

"Are you sure you're a mercenary? Young people don't come to swim in this kind of muddy water. They are more willing to accept cave exploration tasks."

Tera grinned, showing crooked yellow teeth.

He is a mercenary who came out of a small village in the Mosiqi Plain in southern Xinjiang. He was a famous butcher when he put on chain armor, so he always made vulgar jokes when he spoke. Being able to make friends with a guy like Dorossel in the Yamaguchi Tavern.

"I'm not kidding, look at the blood on my body."

Dorossel pulled out the inner lining, pointed at the black and thick fabric and said: "His mount was affected by the explosion, and the chains of the rogue ripped his intestines away. This is the batch of winter horses on me. Mark of."

"Good guy, you came back from under that monster's feet? Life is really tough."

Terra clearly missed the point.

But Dorossel waved his hands one after another, took out the exchanged potion from his bosom and poured it on the broken arm, closed his eyes and hummed in pain: "Hiss, that young man pulled me back, to be honest, if he didn't save me, Maybe the winter horse won't be hit either."

"Savior, didn't he ask you for a reward, such as prism or merit badge..."

"No, didn't I say that from the very beginning."

Dorossel sighed, remembering the young man's regret when he looked at the horse corpse, and said, "He asked me, did you see the wolf?"

Tela shook his head, then tied the rolled-edged steel sword to his hand, and looked outside with his head:

The red-hot orange-yellow magma slowly split and fell like a meteor, the air was full of thick black smoke, the footsteps were chaotic, and corpses and broken weapons grew like weeds.

Magic roared, giant beasts trampled, and he had no idea what was stirring the air.

Rumble.

The blue light group set off the trench.

The magic explosion made them both have tinnitus. Even a fool would know that this place is not safe enough. Fortunately, Dorossel's arm can barely move.

Taking advantage of the gap between the explosions, they rolled and crawled across the battlefield.

The soft soil was all blown up by magic or giant beasts, and some were sticky and hot. No one knew whether it was the skill of hunting or the tricks used by the tribal magicians.

The hunting corpse swung its sword at the two of them.

Dorossel and Terra roared and waved their weapons, and even inhuman monsters attacked and killed with alienated limbs.

A string of magic flames rose in the darkness, and the magic circle spread out above the head and under the feet, and the falling shining spears and continuous explosions blasted away the encirclement of Shouluo.

"Hey buddy, watch out!"

Tera roared loudly, but the yellow teeth were still particularly conspicuous in the dark, and it seemed that saliva could be seen flying across the earth and mountains.

"There are people here, come in with the shield soldiers."

The surrounding troops heard the call.

Shouluo was knocked to pieces, and two short-legged running bulls rushed in front of them, followed by shields and heavy knives—they should be mercenaries who were assigned to this battlefield. I don't know who made them gather stand up.

Dorossel and the two also joined in.

Singer and Wind Warlock came over to do emergency treatment.

"Squat down!"

The mercenaries reminded loudly that the rider turned sideways, hung beside the saddle, or fell directly to the ground.

Tera felt as if he was holding his breath, and then heard a cry that resounded through the sky. Immediately afterwards, a chain that was so huge that it could not be seen clearly was thrown over his head, stirring up the entire dark cloud, and the strong wind that was raised would even blow people up.

Roar--

"Look, it's those people!"

"It seems to be the Beishan Alliance, and the daughter of old Ethani is not easy."

"They're all crazy..."

The mercenaries muttered.

Dorossel's tinnitus was severe, and apart from the trivial comments, only the heavy breathing accompanied by the bullying in the chest could be heard.

A brand-new trench appeared in front of them, breaking through the chains of the frozen ground, and now they had already flown into the black smoke, connecting the center of thunder and strong wind, the source of vibration and explosion...

wanderer.

It is an active bedrock monster.

From the appearance, it looks like a moving mountain. It is difficult to see its whole picture clearly on the battlefield. The four huge hoofed feet are also alienated limbs made of stones, and every time they move, they will vibrate.

The long accompanying vines wrapped the whole monster, and the jagged outline was covered with strange rocks and intricate patterns.

Dorossel coughed, and held on to the rolled-edged Billingsteel sword.

This is the only object on the battlefield that can support it.

The ground began to shake, and the mercenaries didn't have time to appreciate the monsters.

"I seem to see the young man you mentioned, good brother."

Terra put his hands on his shoulders, showing his brown teeth, and planned to break out of the battlefield with other mercenaries.

Dorossel followed in a daze.

Weng——

His ear may be damaged, and if he doesn't go back to the doctor in time, he may be disabled, which is the worst thing for an idle reckless who has not joined the guild.

There is even no way to get through the military camp and become a lackey of a certain kingdom.

Red Maple Heights is very strict, tribes will receive missions, and mercenaries and vendors will also have to pay corresponding taxes. Frengundo will take a cut of the trade, or force you to go outside the dome to clean up hunting.

The logistics support is sufficient, and there will be rewards for doing so, which is fairly fair.

Dorossel and the others fought and walked. When he climbed the last slope, he couldn't help but turn around to look—the chaotic battlefield is like a rotten poisonous swamp, and human beings appear and disappear like foam. Lights of color flickered across his bewildered face.

The rogue is the center of this hell.

The tribal warriors surrounded and marched forward under the leadership of the battle banners, and actually caused an effective attack on the huge monster. It seemed that it was really starting to crumble, and the casualties caused by the twitching of the chains were also decreasing.

The rain of spears and arrows all over the sky, the flashing thunder and flames, the heavy cavalry charging...

Dorossel couldn't help but think...

Who is directing all this?

(End of this chapter)