Duke of Grief

Surrounded by...

If he is the only one, he can escape, but will he give up the lives of others and escape alone?

Grush silently clenched the hilt, and in his sight, a group of private soldiers standing directly in front of him had relaxed, and behind him, another group of private soldiers came out.

The team of private soldiers behind him dragged the lame who kept crying and weeping out of the grass, his face full of jokes, there are now nineteen of them present, but Grush is all a group of old and weak Sick and disabled, no matter how you look at them, they have an advantage.

Some of the dozen people who were brought out by Glush had lost their ‘weapons’, hiding behind Glush, shaking, eyes filled with tears and sobbing.

They all know that they can't escape, just like the people who get out of their first tie every time, they can't go back there...

The hands holding the sword handle burst into blue, Grusche gritted his teeth, glared at the private soldiers, and screamed angrily: "If there is a seed, rush at me! You waste!"

Only by attracting the attention of those private soldiers will they focus on him.

He lost his previous culture, slurs and slurs continued, and he heard the private soldiers irritated.

"Damn untouchable!" Someone among the private soldiers roared, and pulled out his weapon and rushed over.

The faces of the private soldiers standing directly in front of Glush changed suddenly, and immediately reminded: "Be careful!"

The man hiding behind Glush screamed and ran away, and Glush did not change his face. A spin turned his long sword on the sword split by the enemy by centrifugal force, only to see between the two long swords The ignition star burst out, just a momentary stagger, and the other long sword opposite to [Chi Yang] suddenly broke.

Grush didn't move, his wrists turned, his sword cut diagonally, and his sharp blade did not accidentally cut the enemy's neck.

A red thread slowly stretched around the private soldier's neck, and the incredible eyes were still staring at his enemy, but the brain had not yet reacted and had not realized that he was dead.

The private soldier's mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could say that, blood was rushing out of his neck, staining half of Glush's body.

When the corpse fell to the ground, those cold eyes appeared in front of the private soldiers, making them tremble.

All of a sudden, they were dry-mouthed and looked at the eyes and the enemies whose blood was red with half of their bodies. They couldn't say a word.

No one dared to come close, even though they clenched their weapons one by one, but no one dared to get close to that person.

Because they all know that even if they can kill the enemy together, the first, second, third, and even the fourth person who rushes up will die under the long sword.

Sharp weapons and fierce and simple fighting methods are not more effective than the senior adventurers and "Knight Masters" they have ever seen. In the face of such enemies, as long as they rush up, it will be a death. Who will be there? Choose to use your own life in exchange for the merits of others?

No one will do that, no fool will do that!

"... Come again!" The sound seemed to come from the bottomless abyss, but just heard the sound, the body of the private soldiers had become extremely stiff, and the muscles all over the body were tight.

They stared at the man intently, but heard the man shouting loudly: "Come again! You waste!"

Grush shook the muscles on his face, hoping that others could escape now, but they seemed to be frightened by his appearance, and they stood still for a while.

He has dragged these private soldiers, why have they not escaped yet?

Even if he was in a hurry, Grush could not remind them, because as long as he reminded, those private soldiers would notice those people and knew that they could be used to threaten him.

So he can't say that he can only let them react...

After a period of confrontation, some of the private soldiers finally noticed the standing ‘Rebels’. The look in their eyes instantly became agile, raised their fingers, and eagerly shouted, “Catch them!”

In his shouting, the private soldiers also recovered, and the ragged ‘Rebels’ regained their chaotic brains,

They noticed the eyes of the private soldiers looking at them, their hearts tightened, and they all issued a frightened scream, hurriedly turned around and fleeed.

And they just squeezed together, and they inevitably hit other people when they ran away. A woman accidentally fell to the ground, she cried in panic on the ground, and was struggling to get up from the ground.

She must get up, if she does not get up, she will die here!

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

Just as the group of old, weak women and children fled desperately, Glush was relieved, and then, with a sigh of relief, he lifted his feet and slammed into a group of private soldiers.

The screams were repeated, and they were all frightened by the enemy's fierce posture, their brains were blank, and they had to slash their swords towards the enemy in a hurry.

Grush swept his sword to resist, but now he was just a mortal. In the face of the simultaneous attacks of the nine-handed swords, he had no time to defend against the critical attack on his body, but there were still two or three long-swords that cut his clothes. , Cut on him, leaving a few **** wounds.

With a grunt gritted his teeth, Grush reached out and grabbed the lame man who was thrown to the ground, hurled him violently on his shoulder, and turned to escape.

Under the dull eyes of those private soldiers, he saw the woman who fell to the ground, with red eyes, threw the lame on his shoulders, and shouted: "I will stop them, you take He escaped together!"

Having said that, he turned around and swept his fierce eyes towards the group of private soldiers who were about to rush over.

Everyone stood still. They looked at each other a few times, took a few deep breaths, looked at the fierce enemy, moved slightly, and slowly moved closer to the front.

The woman who fell to the ground hurriedly climbed up and only looked back at them, then ran away without looking back.

Grus heard the running sound behind him, but the lame's sobbing sound didn't go away. He turned around and hurriedly looked around, his brain seemed to explode, and the tight string suddenly broke.

"on!"

A private soldier screamed that the enemy was distracted. This was the best time for them to attack.

Eighteen private soldiers rushed up together, but what they saw next was a pair of bloodshot eyes, filled with anger.

"roll!!!"

Grouch held the sword handle and shouted in his heart: ‘Lend me strength! ’

But the Long Sword has no response. It will no longer respond to Grush, because it has lost its ability to respond. In that battle, in order to protect Grush, it has consumed all its divine power...

Failing to see the familiar light on the blade, Grush still did not retreat, he rushed forward with his sword, and slashed his sword.

He can't go back now~www.NovelMTL.com~ Otherwise, he will die here, and the lame man will die here, so he can't go back!

Eighteen private soldiers could not attack Grush at the same time. He tried to open several long swords, but two swords still cut him.

However, this is enough!

Grus turned and ran, grabbed the lame from the ground again, and ran away with him.

As the lame choked, Grush became more and more angry.

Why, why can't they unite at this time? !

"Head, head!"

I didn't know how long he had fled, and suddenly there was a surprise sound in front of him, but Grush did not relax because of his chasing soldiers behind him.

Dragging his tired body, he gritted his teeth and continued to run forward, but at this moment, a scream came from the front...