Duke of Grief

"The temptation has also tested the results..." Feiser scratched his hair annoyedly and took a light breath. "The group of black-skinned **** are a little bit more extraordinary. It's a bit troublesome to fight. If you want to hit it, it may cost more money."

Marcus' eyes couldn't help but glance at Fezer's armor. In the previous battle, this old mercenary blocked the extraordinary of the three drow elves with his own strength. Although he was still unable to defeat them in the end, but But he was able to retreat with all his body, except for some damage to the light armor on his body, there were no more injuries on his body.

Perhaps his combat effectiveness is not very strong, but in terms of survivability, he is no match for him, and is worthy of being an old mercenary.

In a few moments, Marcus suddenly wondered and asked, "Extra cost?"

Fezer raised his lips and snorted: "Yeah, the transcendentals are very strong, but as long as the rifle gathers fire, as long as they can hit them with a bullet, they can hit the second one, and now we Some of these muskets can kill the transcendents, not to mention the dwarf's "continuous muskets"! As long as the bullets pile up, no matter how many transcendents come to death, they can escape a few guns, but Can you avoid dozens of guns?"

Hearing this, Marcus opened his mouth wide and didn't know what to say.

He is a transcendent himself, and only two transcendents, he and Fezell, are among the troops attacking'Belion'. In his view, it is a difficult thing to want to beat that town down.

If you really want to defeat those drow elves, you need to send a few more extraordinary people to come to support.

In his impression, the battle is just a hard hit, and no other factors have been imagined.

Looking at him with his mouth open, he seemed to want to say something, Feather sneered, and asked, "Brother Marcus, I ask you, do you need to be upright when dealing with those drow elves?" "

This sentence echoed in Marcus' head for a moment, so that he could understand it at once.

Yes, they don't need to be moral to treat those drows, and muskets are also a kind of weapon. Although he doesn't like to use this kind of weapon, if he can win the war, he doesn't care about it.

After he figured it out, he began to have some regrets that they did not have rifles in their hands.

Burst muskets are the creations of dwarves and gnomes. Generally speaking, they will not be sold externally, and this weapon is also quite troublesome to build. Only a few dwarf clans have the technology to build burst muskets.

Unfortunately, it only lasted for a while. Marcus soon began to think that if the musket was used in the upcoming war, they knew that there were very few soldiers who used the musket. Even if the musket was distributed, they might not be able to fight. Won.

It would be nice if I could train before this!

Thinking in this way, Marcus shook his head and sighed. Now they don’t have many muskets and bullets. Although this weapon is also a standing ordnance, he is unwilling to use them. How many soldiers know how to use muskets.

"Brother Marcus, I know what you're worried about." Feizier smiled and patted Marcus' shoulder, comforting, "I have a lot of soldiers who use muskets, so you don't have to worry that no one will use it. Musket. You can rest assured, if not unexpected, we won this war!"

Marcus opened his mouth slightly, always feeling that Feiser was too full, but think about it, it seems to be the case.

Although the drow elves have more transcendents than them, they also have muskets in their hands that allow mortals to challenge the transcendents!

If nothing unexpected happens, they won the war.

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If nothing unexpected happens, they won this war...

At the moment when the war horse's head exploded, Fezer immediately reacted and rolled directly from the horse's back to the ground, even if the horse's limbs were still mechanically moving the headless body before running, he couldn't control that much .

His body fell heavily on the ground, and Fazer's face twisted suddenly. He knew that his left arm must be broken, but he still managed so much!

"Retreat! Retreat!" Rolling around on the ground, avoiding the footsteps of the soldiers who charged with him, he shouted constantly in his throat.

But before the soldiers under his reaction, several people's heads suddenly burst open, and the brains and blood spilled on the soldiers next to them.

This made them stunned for a while, and suddenly failed to react.

Fezell gritted his teeth, squatted on the ground, and shouted, "Marcus, withdraw quickly! The group of black-skinned **** have bursts of muskets in their hands!"

After hearing Fezer's voice, Marcus, who was still charging, shivered, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he pulled the reins violently.

The horse under him raised his two front hooves, kicked in the air, and tried to hiss.

"Retreat! Quickly retreat!!!" Marcus turned back and shouted to his army. Fortunately, he usually trained well. After hearing his voice, the panicked soldiers were amnested and turned around with surprise. Just run away.

At this moment, the horse's head finally turned around, but a bullet crossed Marcus' cheek. Even if he tried to avoid it, the bullet still penetrated the mask and tore off half of his face.

Blood spewed out of the wound, causing Marcus to brow straight.

It’s just a little bit worse, his head is gone!

Marcus, who quickly gloomed, withdrew the spurs, and then stabbed hard into the hips. The face hidden behind the mask gritted his teeth, and there was madness hidden in his eyes.

Bellion’s gunshots sounded one after another, far exceeding the number of guns in the hands of the drow elves, so Fezer was able to tell that the weapons in their hands were the "rarely sold" firearms .

"Grass! Grass! Grass! Grass!"

Under the cover of the corpse, the ugly-faced Fezell tried his best to run to the camp.

But in order to avoid the bullets, he had to crouch down on the ground. In this way, his escape speed was faster than the soldiers who ran away without turning his head.

Even at this time, he could still hear the rampant laughter of the black-skinned bitches.

The group of drow elves was pulling the trigger unscrupulously, and the sound of gunshots sounded one after another. The continuous gunshots were like a high-pitched movement, rendering the melody beautiful and moving with blood and death.

Fezer's heart pounded, looking at the soldiers, who were full of fear and threw their arms away to escape, his nose was about to be crooked.

If they still hold guns in their hands, at least they can hide and use shooting to cover other people and their escape, but they just throw away their weapons, which is really a waste!

Feiser looked back from time to time, looking at the cover behind him, and then adjusted his escape route appropriately, and by the way to see if he was chased by the soldiers-he did not want to be unconsciously drow Cut off my head~www.NovelMTL.com~ Bang!

After a gunshot, Marcus's left leg burst a blood mist, but this is not the worst, and worse, at the same time, his horse was also interrupted by a hind leg.

Rule of Law!

The warhorse uttered a wail, the heavy and huge body crashed to the ground, and the remaining legs were also broken.

"Fuck!" Marcus reddened his eyes and couldn't help bursting a sloppy speech. He pulled his left leg from under the warhorse and looked at the direction of the camp. His heart was filled with anger and despair.

His left leg was completely broken, but the camp was still far away from him. Before he rushed to the front of the team, when he retreated, he naturally became the last one.

He panted, lying on the ground on the side, pulled out the mask, and ignored the **** half of his face, looking up at the sky indifferently.

He is going to die...

Boom!

At this moment, a shield suddenly flew over and stuck beside him, just before Marcus had not responded, a shadow enveloped his body.

He was shocked and looked up suddenly, but he saw an ugly face with one eye.

Fezer gritted his teeth and dragged Marcus's body. With his other hand holding a giant shield, he ran back to the camp in the rain of sparse bullets.

He had already calculated that there was absolutely not much ammunition in the hands of the black bitches. After the previous round of pouring, they should not have many bullets in their hands, and he also noticed that they were not rotations at all. Bounce, but whoever changes it after playing, so that there will be gaps in their barrage.

He had to go to rescue Marcus, otherwise, who would help him offend?

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