Chapter 3: The Cerna’s Camp!

The dense, layered sword shadows mercilessly grind the enemy who dared to invade into meat!

Sandro waved the cross-broad sword in his hand with a deep face! The freckled face full of sunshine is now covered with gloomy eyes, and his eyes are a little scary! Every time he waves his arms, it brings a burst of blood, which arouses a scream! At this moment, he is no longer the boy next door who is a little slippery! Now he is a warrior!

The broken corpses slowly piled up in front of the defense line formed by the guards into a disgusting mountain of meat mud. The blood overflowing from the shocking corpses gradually gathered into several tiny rivers! The twelve guards were covered in blood! It was as if they had just been fished out of the blood pool! The blood dripping scattered with the wielding sword blades, causing a rain of blood! The twelve people were like an indefatigable meat grinder, spinning their sharp teeth quickly to crush the enemy...

In just a few minutes, the nearly 100 mercenary group was about to be slaughtered by them!

"Retreat..." I don't know who let out a terrifying and shrill roar! The remaining dozen mercenaries immediately threw down their weapons and fled in a row! The mercenaries had no loyalty, and only personal interests were driven to act. When facing the threat of death and could not get any benefits, no one would be so stupid that they would continue to fight desperately!

The guards did not pursue, not because they didn't want to, but because they couldn't. Their "Lance Sword Formation" did have only a little fur, with more defense, but insufficient offense! Sandro and the others had not yet understood enough to cooperate with each other in the movement! And just as they were about to pursue, they found that their steps had been deeply trapped by the thick and sticky blood stains on the ground, and they could only watch the dozen or so remaining enemies ran away in a panic like beasts in a wildfire...

But Feng Kan obviously didn't want to let them go like this!

"Anisha!"

"knew!"

Amid the cheerful answer, Annisha squatted down and kicked her legs! With a "Teng" sound, her whole person soared into the sky like a cannonball out of the iron car! In the air, Annisha's body stretched back tightly, like a tight rubber band storing a magnificent force! He held the handle of Fang Tian Huaji with one hand and stretched straight backwards. The heavy Fang Tian Huaji seemed to have a weight like a huge mountain gathered...

"The Goddess of Earth roars..." With a soft shout, Fang Tian's painting halberd hit the hard and uneven rocky ground in front of the horse team! But the ground seemed to have not been broken by this thousand-pound force, and it didn't even shake! It seemed that Anisha was just scratching the earth...

"Boom!" But after just a pause, the hard rocks rolled up layers of waves like the surging sea surface! Countless sharp stalagmites rose from the ground!

"Puff...puff..." The poor mercenaries could not even scream to express their despair, and were pierced by these stalagmites...

Only one guy turned around and ran towards the horse team when he found something was wrong, and then escaped! But this clever guy was now lying on the ground with all his shit and urine, shaking, and was clamoring for something, thinking that it was something like begging for mercy.

"Bang..." Feng Kan got out of the car, waved his hand to signal everyone to stay wherever he was, frowned, covered his nose, and thought about his toes, carefully waded through the "mountain of corpses and blood" in front of him...

"Old, old... Master, grandpa, grandpa... 动, spare... 动, fate... 动!" The guy with the hem of his pants was wet, holding his head and sticking his butt on the ground, his whole body "kiss..." was shaking like a sieve! His tongue was tied to seventy or eighty knots!

"Mom, a winter dish! Is he still a master? Are you very old?" Feng Kan held the toes on this guy's butt with dissatisfaction and scolded. He didn't dare to exert force, for fear of being dirty!

"Not old! No age! You are still very young! You are so good at it! Just treat it as a fart and let me go, a humble and pitiful person!" Hearing that Feng Kan's tone was not very strict, this guy couldn't help but feel hope of living in his heart, and his mouth became more and more flexible!

"Don't talk to me about any of this! It's a 'humble pitiful person'? If you are also pitiful! There will be no pitiful person in the world!" Feng Kan kicked him disdainfully, took out a cigar, took out the extended fire material and lit it. He took a deep breath and spit out a few smoke rings, "Tell me!"

"Ah? What did you say?"

"Stop pretending to be stupid with me!" Old Feng kicked this lucky guy twice! "Is it the one who instructed you to attack us?"

"No...no one?!"

"Bang!" Another kick!

"No one is leaving this mountain road at all! But you have gathered so many people to rob? How dare you say no one is instructing me? Are you lying to the ghost? Do you really think I am a fool?"

"I'm wronged... Young Master!" The surviving mercenary burst into tears! "We were just trying to complete the task of inquiring about the news and sneaked into St. Ostan! We just wanted to see what was going to be good before returning home, so we just started to make a decision..."

"Bang!" Another kick! The old otakus is addicted to kicking...

"Ghost believe?"

"Only our horse team, there are only so many people and there is no goods! Even if you have succeeded, how much benefit will each person get the division? If you believe it or not, I will let you experience the taste of the 'Lance Sword Formation'?" As he said that, he raised his thumb and compared the twelve cross-broad swords that were still dripping blood!

"Geegi" "Leegigigi..." Looking at the twelve faces with blood and look extremely ferocious, the survivor's upper and lower front teeth began to fight again...

"How is it?"

"Young Master..." The guy wanted to rush over and hug the old homeboy's leg, but he was kicked over again, but he turned over and continued to climb under Lao Feng's feet. "What I said is true! Your magical iron box can walk on the 'Bone Shocking Road', so we just want to get it back and sell it for a good price! We really don't know who you are!"

"Magic Iron Box?" Feng Kan turned around and looked at the Iron Mai, and suddenly realized! After a long time of work, it turned out that this guy, Iron Mai, was so cool that he caused such trouble!

"real……?"

"Really! Really! I can swear to the omnipresent Supreme God! Everything I say is true!"

"Get out!" Seeing that I could not ask anything, Feng Kan waved his hand and signaled this guy to get out! He is not a bloodthirsty person, and there is no sense of accomplishment if such a guy is killed.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! The kind and kind young master! May the glory of the Supreme God always shine on you!" After finally saving his life, this lucky guy kowtowed to the old otakus repeatedly, saying blessings in his mouth!

"I don't believe in the bullshit Supreme God Cult!" Feng Kan cursed and turned around to go back! When he turned around, a fierce and fierce look flashed in the eyes of the pitiful survivor a moment ago...

The trembling survivor got up in a mess, his steps were weak, and he staggered, as if he was about to fall down again! But this was just like! He took advantage of this staggering pace and quickly took out a dagger from his boots! He was like a different person, and pounced towards Old Feng who was facing him like a cat pounced on his prey!

How could a person who can abandon his self-esteem at will be a simple guy?

He had already seen Feng Kan's status among this group of people! And he could not feel any elemental fluctuations or magic fluctuations in this young man, just like an ordinary person! He did not carry any weapons or armor on his body, which was the good target for attack! If he could hold him hostage, he would not only save his life, but maybe there would be some unexpected surprises...

He only needs one opportunity! An opportunity for everyone to relax their guard! He has waited...

But he was also wrong! He was ridiculously wrong! This also brought his good luck to the end!

"Bang..." The dull gunshot echoed in the valley! The "lucky"'s footsteps were still rushing forward, but the upper body fell straight back! A small red round hole appeared in the middle of his hideous eyes, and a bunch of red and white blood mist gushed out from the back of his hole...

A distance of two or three meters! The half-centimeter-thick alloy steel plate will be shot through!

"The same sentence!" The green smoke of sluggers floated out of the dark muzzle of the Colt Mad Python, "Do you think I'm a fool?"

Where is the person...

Some mistakes cannot be made!

The huge rock blocking the road ahead was simply impossible for Lao Feng and his group of people. Anisha exploded it with one punch! You read that right! It was "fried" or not "breaking"! It was like loading five hundred kilograms of ** in it...

"Have you seen anyone yet?" Feng Kan carefully wiped his beloved high-tube military boots! He had a lot of blood stains outside just now!

"Sir Feng Kan, don't worry!" Smanda said with a smile!

"It's not that I'm in a hurry..." Lao Feng pointed to Sandro and others who were leading the way, "It's because they're in a hurry! I can't stand it if I didn't see them?"

Sandro and his team now have nothing but light armor! The shirt is so explosive! The blood on their body is sticky and sticky to their toned limbs! The unbearable itching makes them twist from time to time...

"Hurry and find a place for them to wash it! I feel itchy when I look at it!" As he said that, the old otakus put his hand into his clothes and grabbed it!

"Haha..." Smanda was amused by the old otakus, and turned around and looked at the sleeping Cocoli and the others. The battle just now was too intense. Once the little princess who had been in a state of tension relaxed her nerves, her irresistible tiredness swept over, "If I remember correctly! This season, there should be a camp of the Serna not far ahead!"

"Serna?"

"Yes!" said Smanda paused, and the old otakus had a bad premonition...

"This is a long way to speak..." The two of them at the same time!

"Sir Earl... I can even guess what you would say! Please change your tricks?"

"Oh..." Smanda not only wasn't angry about the old otaku's attitude, but felt a sense of intimacy, just like talking to a junior who had no taboos, which made him unknowingly talk more.

"The Seerna people are the darlings of the art goddess Ai Veravia! Their purpose of being born is to move others with singing and dancing!" Smanda stopped talking nonsense, "Every Seerna man is the best bard! Their singing can even be compared with the mermaids of the sea tribe! Every Seerna woman is the best dancer! Their light and graceful dance posture can make the quiet elves sigh... "

"Would it be too exaggerated?"

"Even if it is exaggerated, it will not be much different!" Smanda showed a yearning look. "Every year, St. Ostan invites the Seerna people to perform whenever he encounters a major festival! Especially the autumn harvest festival! For ten days, they will devote their skills regardless of reward! Those days every year are the happiest days in the royal capital!"

"That's it!" Feng Kan was also attracted by Smanda.

"The Seerna people will not settle in one place! They will follow the footsteps of the season! Looking for inspiration for creation in nature! Even their handicrafts are specialties second only to elves!"

"I want to see them too!"

As he was talking, a cheer suddenly came from the front of the horse team!

"What's wrong?" Old Feng lowered the car window and poked his head out and asked!

"Sir!" Sandro stretched out his dirty face, and his face showed unstoppable joy! "You can already see the camp of the Serna!"

The old otakus pushed Sandro's messy face away and looked forward! It seemed as if he had seen something similar to a tent...
Chapter completed!