The night in the wilderness is still cold.

The cold wind was not as terrible as the Gap Rift, but it also had the characteristics of a strong savage land—cold, biting, and always as frightening as the breath of a dragon.

But tonight.

In this still cold night, although the cold wind is biting and cold, the panicked breath is more obvious, and there is even a faint smell of blood similar to rust, which spreads with the wind and gradually goes away.

An iron-headed leopard sniffed, its eyes a little fierce because of hunger, especially in the cold wind with a strong smell of blood, it looked even more agitated. This is one of the most common demonic beasts here in the Wild Lands, as a fifth-level demonic beast, if it is not a powerhouse of the lower level of gold, it is simply impossible to suppress this kind of demonic beast in a one-on-one situation, so the strength of the iron-headed leopard can be seen.

In particular, this is a hungry iron-headed leopard, and the soaring degree of its combat effectiveness is even more amazing.

But now, the iron-headed leopard was just wandering around the wilderness, and his hooves were uneasy and anxious. Even though it could clearly feel that there would definitely be food waiting about a hundred meters away from it, it didn't dare to take a step forward, a powerful and dangerous aura made it stop, it seemed like there was a cordon in front of it, and the end of rash steps would definitely be death.

Warcraft, which are also beasts, possess much stronger intuition than humans.

And in fact, not only this iron-headed leopard, with the blowing of this cold wind, there are more than a dozen kinds of demonic beasts that smell this extremely obvious smell of blood, among which there are even sixth-level demonic beasts. But the wonderful thing is. This sixth-level demonic beast was even more timid than the iron-headed leopard, because the position where it stopped was still more than thirty meters away from the iron-headed leopard, but those third- and fourth-level demonic beasts advanced thirty or forty meters further than the iron-headed leopard.

It seems that the more powerful the beast, the farther away it is.

But no matter what the magical beasts were, no matter how hungry these magical beasts were, they all stopped at an appropriate distance and stopped advancing. Although there is a saying in the Anthropocene world that "people die for money, birds die for food", in fact, not all living things choose to die for food.

At least, that's what a clever monster wouldn't do.

"Whew."

Soon, the iron-headed leopard let out a whimper. Then he turned his head with his tail between his legs and quickly ran away. Its throat was so unwilling, and the stomach acid secreted by hunger even corroded its stomach, but in the end, the fear of danger defeated hunger, so it finally chose to evacuate here.

And almost the next second when the iron-headed leopard chose to evacuate, an even stronger and more mournful roar suddenly spread. Whether it is the momentum or the breath, it is strong enough to deter all Xiaoxiao. Almost as soon as the sound exploded, it startled all the nearby monsters back. But as long as it's a normal person. Even if you are humanoid and have a little intelligence, you can hear the unwillingness, anger and pain contained in this voice.

At the heart of the sound is the battlefield where Sean ambushed Bolair.

And there is no doubt that the one who made this voice was naturally the trade chief of Bellaire.

Now. Although the trade chief was still as burly as ever, his whole body looked surging and surging, and it did not weaken in the slightest, just like the active volcanic eruption before. But he wasn't the same as before. At this moment, Bolair looked unusually embarrassed all over his body, with a total of more than eleven wounds on his body, front and back, left, right, and right, and these wounds were unified enough to make anyone who saw them feel terrified.

Each wound was five centimeters long, no more than a millimeter and no less than a millimeter, as if it had been measured by a sophisticated instrument. Each of these wounds was deep to the bone, the skin at the wound had been completely rolled up, and the white bones in the faintly visible wound had gray-black cracks like earthworms, and the blood that flowed from the wound almost dyed Boller's whole body red.

The only places where there was no blood and then there were only two.

head, as well as the right hand with a gun.

At this moment, no matter who already knows the Dao, Bolair may not be able to hold on for long.

Because a fierce man like Bellaire, the amount of force he needs to consume for each movement is definitely not low, and as we all know, to maintain such a strong force, the instantaneous flow of blood is naturally extremely fast, and the requirements for bone support in the body are definitely not low. In this way, every time Bolair swung his spear, he could see blood gushing out of these wounds on his body again, and even his body could be heard "creaking" and "creaking" every time he turned, which was the sound of the crack in his bones expanding!

With such a high-intensity consumption, I'm afraid that after a while, even if Sean doesn't kill Berair, Berair will die of excessive blood loss.

Looking at Berair, who was so embarrassed, on the other hand, Sean, except for a little shortness of breath and obvious sweat on his body, he didn't see any embarrassment or injury to Sean. Of course, except for being knocked away by Bellaire's shot at the beginning and spitting blood, in the next two minutes of high-consumption battle, Sean was not touched by Bellaire even once!

Clov was the first time he saw Sean in battle.

Originally, he had always looked down on Sean, on the one hand, because Sean abducted Cecilia, and on the other hand, Clov never thought that a person like Sean could be so powerful. The so-called aristocracy, isn't it just a waste that usually eats, drinks and picks up girls without doing anything, and when it comes time to fight, they let their subordinates rush up? What's more, when he was in the territory, Clov had never seen Sean cultivate, and he even felt that Sean's strength with a top-ranking bronze might have been forcibly improved by some external means.

But when he saw Sean in the Great Red Fire Tribe, he was still a little surprised when he found that Sean's strength had been raised to the top silver. However, this emotion quickly disappears, just as when one person hates another, the other person will get bored no matter what they do or behave, and this is how Clov treats Sean.

Until this moment, after witnessing Sean's battle with his own eyes. Clov finally understood why people such as Rena, Alfred, and William were willing to follow Sean's side, and even His Royal Highness Cecilia, who had sworn to dedicate his life to her, could not do without Sean.

But even so, Clov still doesn't like Sean.

Yes, very nasty.

So at this time, Clov glanced at His Highness Cecilia.

Then he saw a little worry on Cecilia's face, and although it was well hidden, Clov could still see it. So Clov sighed softly and began to roar: "Those who surrender do not kill!" ”

Maybe it's because of Blair's embarrassment, maybe it's because of Sean's strength, or maybe it's because of the strength of the army they're facing.

But anyway. After a moment of hesitation, all the armed soldiers finally chose to give up resistance.

In such a clash and confrontation, only about 100 of the nearly 200 armed soldiers were still alive at the moment, and more than half of them were wounded. On the other hand, the Cecilia Guards under Clov had more than forty wounded. But not a single one was killed, and even the wounded soldiers were not seriously wounded. It's not life-threatening at all.

"You cowards!" Seeing that his men had given up resistance. Choosing to give up, Berair's sanity seemed to have recovered a little, but it was soon overshadowed by anger, and he let out an even more furious roar, and the momentum on his body rose again, almost completely reaching the critical point of the next gold. "Your honor! What about your pride! …… Fight! Dying on the battlefield is our fate! ”

"This trader, not everyone in the wilderness is a barbarian who regards death in battle as the greatest glory of his life."

Although Sean felt a palpitation at Blair's momentum rising again, and couldn't help frowning slightly, he still continued to stimulate the other party. Because at this time, Clov had already ordered his subordinates to surround him, and then formed a lore encirclement. With the strength of Berair, it is indeed a little more than Sean expected, he didn't expect that after this guy activated the ability to go berserk, the staying power was so terrifying, he could actually drag it until the end of his adrenal stimulation, after losing this ability, Sean's agility value was only a hundred points, and the dynamic vision, perception, etc. were also weakened.

This time, Sean finally discovered what the interference effect of Blair's momentum and coercion was.

He didn't expect that the coercion possessed by this barbarian with the strength of the Golden Realm was actually perceptual interference. With the terrifying force of enough to unleash the crushing effect, combined with the perception interference that affects the opponent's judgment of danger, this is definitely an extremely terrifying ability, because you will never know what the opponent is so powerful - if Sean was not so familiar with the game that he knew that it was the crushing effect as soon as he fought him, he would have died under his spear long ago, like everyone who fought with Berair.

Bolair has such terrifying strength, and now that Sean's adrenal stimulation has finally disappeared, he certainly won't continue to fight Bolaire blindly. Of course, the most important thing is that Sean doesn't want to waste a requiem on this guy, because in the battle just now, he has used several methods of fighting energy, and now the amount of fighting energy has dropped to fifty percent, which is only enough for one requiem, but the side effects that come with it are definitely not what Sean wants.

Therefore, Sean is happy to stall for time and is also happy to continue to stimulate Berair to make his emotions even more agitated and accelerate the flow of his blood.

In this way, it is natural to hasten the time of his death.

"Do you dare to fight me head-on!" Bolair faced Sean, let out an angry roar, his momentum continued to climb, condensed, trying to break through the most critical point, if successful, he would become a strong man of the upper gold, relying on the vitality that burst out at that moment, maybe he would eventually die here, but the same can also bring Sean and others a heavier price.

In the face of Blair's fierce momentum, Sean's face finally changed slightly, because he felt that there seemed to be a relaxation at that critical point.

So, at this moment, Sean finally stopped hesitating: "Kill!" ”

And with the spears stabbed out by the soldiers of the Cecilian Guards who surrounded Berair, Sean also rushed forward again, and then faced the spear stabbed by Berair, after his body avoided slightly, a sword pierced through Berair's heart, and the fighting spirit erupted again, completely crushing his heart! (To be continued......)