The burning pain on his face told Sean that he was not dreaming now, but was really sent to a battlefield by Hercules's scroll.

The sharp arrow grazed his cheek and slammed into an ancient tree behind him, the gentle trembling of the feathers of the arrows clearly visible.

Sean didn't know if he was lucky enough, or if the scroll actually had some protective ability? However, Sean would rather choose the former, at least he wasn't teleported to the lair of some holy beast, and he wasn't shot in the head with an arrow when he teleported - as long as his head was a little further to the left, then the arrow wouldn't have been as simple as grazing his face.

The physical strength of the powerhouses below the Sanctuary is not strong enough to ignore ordinary physical attacks, so even if there is no enchanted arrow, it is still a certain threat.

Only a strong person who has truly reached the Holy Realm can ignore the damage of such unenchanted ordinary weapons with just his physical body.

At this time, Sean's position happened to be on the edge of a battlefield.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, which seemed a little choking, but for Sean, who was accustomed to the blood and fire on the battlefield, the smell was actually not so unpleasant, but because the tearing pain from his body at this time made him feel unusually uncomfortable.

This is very similar to the aftermath of the teleportation magic circle.

When the teleportation magic array is used, it will not only consume the spirit of the teleporter, but also cause a certain burden on the body. However, as long as it is not a continuous teleportation or a long-distance teleportation, it will not cause too much of a burden. Sean didn't know where the scroll teleported him. But he was at least sure that the physical damage caused by this scroll teleportation was more intense than that of teleporting from a distance. He had the illusion that his body was a patchwork piece.

Ahead, the shouts of killing on the battlefield are still deafening.

Sean was finally able to see his surroundings clearly at this time.

Both sides of the ongoing war are human. And it just so happens that both sides are obviously mercenaries, but the one that is in the upper hand is pretending to be a bandit. However, in Sean's eyes, this group of fake robbers still has very strong mercenary characteristics - in fact, in the Miracle Continent, many mercenary groups occasionally make cameos as robbers and bandits, as long as they keep it secret enough, then they will not be wanted by the mercenary guild.

This is actually an unwritten unspoken rule.

However, those mercenary groups that already have a certain reputation usually do not do this kind of thing.

"Hey! There's a fish that slipped through the net! Sean saw someone roaring at him, a boy about fourteen or fifteen years old, maybe even younger. Because the teenagers of the mercenary group tend to look older than their actual age.

Sean's heart swelled with anger.

Several men who were directing their men to besiege another group of mercenaries glanced back at Sean after hearing the teenager's shouts.

The distance between the two sides was only thirty or forty meters, and the terrain was relatively open, so Sean could see each other's eyes lightly.

That's a kind of apathy.

A true indifference to life.

Immediately after, he saw that the other party said something quickly, and one of the several people standing beside him quickly left the team, and then rushed towards him with the young man.

Sean let out a sneer.

The Black King is at his feet. He was about to pick up his sword and get up.

But what Sean didn't expect was that not only did he not lift the Black King up, but was driven by the Black King's power and fell heavily to the ground. The whole body exuded an even more intense and severe pain. Sean's face changed suddenly, and he realized that the kind of laceration caused by the teleportation scroll had severely affected his strength. At this moment, he is probably not much stronger than a bronze newcomer.

Previously, Sean could ignore these two groups of people, and that was because he knew that his strength was enough to crush the whole court.

But at this time, his strength was traumatized. Then he couldn't ignore the people in front of him - among the two people who rushed towards him, the strength of that young man probably didn't even have the lower bronze. It's completely negligible, but the other person has the strength of the lower silver, and he is slightly stronger than Sean at this time.

And the weight of the Black King, at least the silver must be on the top to be able to hold it, at this time Sean does not have enough strength, let alone wielding the Black King, it is very difficult to pick it up.

Without the slightest hesitation, Sean immediately gave up on the Black Monarch, took out an ordinary weapon made by Old Quian directly from the storage space, and quickly got up. The other two didn't understand how Sean took out this sword, they just thought that the black long sword in Sean's hand was a pair of twin swords, and they were just separated at this time, so they didn't care too much, they were confident that they would definitely be able to kill Sean easily with their own strength.

Today alone, there were at least six or seven people in the Bronze Realm who died in his hands. And the momentum exuded by Sean is not strong, even weaker than himself, how could this middle-aged man be afraid.

The distance between the two sides was quickly shortened.

The young man took out a dagger, and instead of attacking immediately, he rolled on the spot from the side, and his whole person's breath became weak. It's obvious that he is a thief who has learned the hidden aura, but his techniques are not very proficient, and his kung fu is not so profound, so he has not been able to hide Sean's perception, but if it is against an ordinary silver master, this young man can play a good tracking role.

was already so vicious at a young age, even though he knew that it was forced by the other party for his livelihood, Sean still had a trace of murderous intent in his heart.

I am afraid that the reason why another mercenary group was attacked by this group of disguised bandits was because of the wealth exposed in front of this young man, which caused this scourge.

was about to decide not to keep his hand, Sean looked at the middle-aged man who was getting closer and closer to him, and naturally he would not make any deliberate moves. His current situation is a bit strict, he must do his best to end the fight, if he drags on, who knows if his injuries will worsen, if he will, then the end may be very bad. This group of mercenaries disguised as bandits obviously didn't intend to stay alive, so this means that even if Sean reported his identity, they would not hesitate to kill him.

Sean took a strong breath, ignoring the fiery burning sensation that came from the circulation of the fighting qi in his body, and the seals on the backs of his hands also lit up slightly.

The middle-aged man wasn't very big, but he was quite strong compared to the boy. His weapon is a slasher, which is the most common weapon among the mercenary community - because it is lethal and usually cheap, even if it is damaged, it does not cost a few dollars to replace it. Of the same normal quality weapons, the longsword is at least three to five silver coins more expensive than the Chopper.

Sean just noticed that many people in this mercenary group use relatively cheap equipment such as chopping knives and spears, and the armor on their bodies is mainly leather half-body armor. All it takes is the commander-like mercenary leader who wears a full set of leather armor and a broad-bodied sword that is supposed to focus on slashing around his waist.

On the other hand, the mercenary group that is at a disadvantage is mostly armed with long swords, and some mercenaries also have a small round shield covered with iron in their hands, which proves that their mercenary group is relatively wealthy. But they didn't get much richer, because the armor on these people was also mainly leather half-body armor. At this time, they formed several wagons in a circle and made improvised fortifications, and were trying to resist the attacks from the perimeter, and they also tried several times to break through, but each time they were completely suppressed, and instead lost the corpses of several of their comrades.

In another half an hour at most, the group will be completely besieged. Because their archers had been suppressed to the point where they could not lift their heads, the fortifications surrounded by wagons and wagons were worthless.

At this time, the middle-aged man had already come to Sean, he raised the slasher in his hand high, and slashed towards Sean's head.

This is his usual attack, as long as Sean dodges, then he will have the upper hand, and then he is confident that he can force Sean into a corner, and then cut off his head.

And the whole process, I'm afraid it won't take more than ten seconds.

For the mercenaries, they believe in the saying "the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road".

But this time, the mercenary clearly found the wrong opponent.

In the face of this straight slash, Sean didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, he didn't even blink his eyes. A trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged mercenary, he only thought that Sean was scared stupidly, so not only did he not stop, but instead tried his best to chop down, and the three points that should have been left to change the momentum were also exhausted.

It wasn't until the blade was almost up to his forehead that Sean finally struck - he had to take a risk, as he was so badly injured that he could only use himself as bait.

When Sean made his move, the middle-aged man suddenly felt a chill all around him, and a sense of danger made him can't help but abandon the knife and retreat directly. As mercenaries, they do the work of licking blood from the knife edge, and they are extremely keen in judging danger, so experienced old mercenaries often choose to trust their instincts, no matter how good the immediate benefits seem, they will not hesitate to choose to give up.

It's just a pity that it's obviously too late to let go of the knife at this time.

Sean's forehead turned a patch of silver, and the slash slashed at his head with only a spark. The mercenary's pupils shrank suddenly, and Sean shot a lightning sword pierced through the mercenary's heart, but the blade did not come out of his body.

A crimson magic circle appeared on the middle-aged mercenary's back - the blades that should have come out of the body all entered the magic array, and then appeared forty centimeters behind Sean, and most of the blades pierced directly into the neck of the young man who was trying to sneak up on Sean and plan to backstab him. His eyes were unusually frightened, but he could only make a sound like bellows blowing, and he couldn't say a complete sentence, and a large amount of blood gushed out of the carotid artery. (To be continued......)