The wolves were approaching, and the oppressive aura was even better because of Roddy's sudden appearance, making Buffon and Henry's faces even worse.

In such a critical situation, Buffon could not understand the question Roddy had just raised. Seeing that Roddy was not aware of the crisis, he was surprised, but he kindly reminded: "You should be careful behind you. This wolf pack is probably not easy to deal with."

That being said, but in Buffon's opinion, these three people are probably not enough to be a wolf's teeth...

When the eyes looked over, the encirclement of the wolf pack had further narrowed, and it was obvious that the attack was accurate.

The sweaty fat man Henry stared at Roddy tightly. His brain was better than the stubborn Buffon, but at this moment, he could not see any other emotions from the face of this strange guy... The other party ignored the voice behind him from beginning to end, and did not even have a trace of expression change.

There are only two possibilities to do this: this guy is either a deaf or a madman.

But Roddy, who held the short bow, was definitely not a deaf person, so Henry could only temporarily identify him as a madman who was desperate for life.

"You can't beat these wolves."

Roddy used a positive sentence, without a doubt. Buffon and Henry didn't expect this guy to be so straightforward. Although he knew in his heart that what he was saying was the truth, he was unwilling to give in at this time. Buffon frowned and said, "I'll talk about it if I'm dead or alive, but I think you shouldn't be interested in accompanying us to die, right?"

"Of course I won't die. I just want to make a deal." Roddy slightly raised the short bow in his hand.

"trade?"

Buffon and Henry were completely stunned. They didn't react to Roddy's intentions for a moment. Because they briefly lost their vigilance, the wolf pack instantly caught this gap and immediately launched an attack.

"Damn it"

Buffon cursed in a low voice, but could only watch the leading wolf rushed forward. The opponent was extremely fast, and just the most direct jumping and rushing, which made Buffon feel unable to deal with it for a moment... Want to block it head-on? His thin body couldn't stop it at all. He wanted to hide, but behind him was Henry, and he couldn't hide at all.

The wolf rushed over from the side. It obviously regarded the thinnest Buffon as a priority and even completely ignored Roddy. Obviously, in its opinion, there was no threat to these humans in front of him.

But when the wild wolf's body stretched out in the air and was about to open its mouth to bite Buffon's head, a cold light suddenly bloomed in its vision...

Buffon raised his sword, but blood splattered on his face the next moment.

"Click"

When the sound of skull shattering sounded, Roddy's figure had already stepped out to the side - with just one knife, the upper half of the wild wolf's head was cut off directly.

The subsequent scene completely stunned the two mercenaries who were originally preparing to fight to the death.

When the wolves were siege, the two wolves following him attacked Roddy, and the way was to rush, but after jumping up, they found that the humans in front of them instantly crossed two meters and easily avoided their attacks - the wild wolf that lost its target landed and turned around, but his body suddenly shocked before it had been adjusted...

"Puff--"

The wolf had an arrow in his eyes, and two wolf corpses fell silently.

In just five seconds, the three wolf died silently. When the strong smell of blood came, Buffon and Henry had lost their ability... but this seemed to be just the beginning.

Roddy, holding the short bow, repeated the shooting movement expressionlessly, and the arrows poured out wildly, and the wolves that were moving and moving immediately fell down. Two of them seemed to realize something, and turned around and wanted to escape, but after a buzzing sound of bowstrings, all the wild wolves fell to the ground and died, both attacking and escaping.

Those who face Roddy were all killed by arrows in their heads; the two wolves who ran away with their backs were both arrows in their backs, and they also died without saying a word...

People who have no hunting experience can hardly imagine the shock brought by this scene. The fast firing speed is no longer a place to be amazed. One thing Buffon and Henry know very well is that even if they let the wild wolf stand still as a target, they can't kill the other person with one blow when the other person turns his back to him.

For hunting in the forest, shooters usually have only one chance to hit, and unless this strike hits the key points such as the heart, it is difficult for prey to die in a short period of time. Most of the results are due to excessive blood loss after escaping from arrows and escaping... In order to pursue prey, it usually takes several minutes to several hours.

But when everything happened now, Buffon and Henry were the people who could most understand the terrible ones: the two wolves with their backs facing Roddy were both broken by an arrow and pierced their hearts.

The arrows were shot diagonally into the wild wolf's body from behind. This angle is simply incredible because normal people can only aim at the butt of the wolf, and they cannot cause fatal injuries by the angle of the arrow falling.

But the obvious fact is that... the other party not only hit the key point, but also did it twice in a row.

Nine wolf corpses were everywhere. Roddy lowered his short bow, turned his eyes back to Buffon and Henry, and asked again: "Repeat the question just now: Are the two... mercenaries from Keege Town?"

In the face of such absolute power suppression, Buffon and Henry immediately understood the current situation. What else Buffon wanted to say, but Henry replied first: "We have been in Keege Town for ten years. If you have anything to help, please tell us."

Henry's quick answer surprised Roddy. It seemed that the fat man was really not slow. He didn't talk nonsense and directly expressed his intention: "Helping you for three months."

This is not a negotiation, and Roddy has no intention of negotiating because he is in an absolutely proactive position.

Buffon wanted to say something again, but the fat Henry grabbed him and replied: "My name is Henry, his name is Buffon. We agree to your request, there is no problem."

His decisiveness made Buffon a little confused, but the thin man did not question the fat man's decision, but just nodded and expressed his support.

"That's it." Roddy nodded and continued: "In the three-month employment period, the salary is based on the standards of Kiege. I can find someone to treat your injuries. If there is no problem, follow me now."

He was about to turn around, but he thought of something and added: "You can call Roddy. I only have one requirement for you now: keep quiet when you encounter anything you can't understand."

"yes"

Without saying a word, Henry reached out and asked Buffon to pull himself up. He was about to give up his life just now and regained his vitality as if he was looking back. Buffon's reaction was a little slow, and he could see that he was still confused. But he then raised the fat man behind his back and followed Roddy's footsteps without hesitation. Obviously, he trusted Henry's decision 100%.

Roddy glanced at the two mercenaries behind him and narrowed his eyes slightly... He never did meaningless things, this is his eternal rule of conduct.

Buffon walked deeply and was thinking about what Roddy's last sentence "keep quiet" meant, but when he raised his head and looked forward, he almost threw the fat man out...

Six wood elves holding short bows appeared silently on both sides of Roddy, and an old elves stood beside Roddy, talking to Roddy while looking at them.

"This...this..."

Buffon stopped, stunned.

"Wooden Elf" has always been just a legend to the mercenaries in Kige Town. Although people say they have encountered each year, it can be confirmed that this rare race has almost no intersection with humans.

But now these wood elves seem to be... following Roddy again?

"Shut up and keep quiet"

The fat man lying on Buffon's back patted him, but his mind was a little confused. The appearance of the wood elves made it difficult for him to accept, but he could not make him lose his ability to think. But when the group came to Elsa Village, he couldn't help feeling indescribable amazement...

I was actually in the village of the wood elves?

And those wood elves actually saluted Roddy?

Who is he? Why does he respect Roddy so much?

The attitudes of the wood elves towards Roddy cannot be faked at all, but when their eyes turn to the fat and the thin ones, it seems much more complicated.

The two of them didn't understand the reason at all. They just felt that the eyes of several strong elves holding short bows in their hands were chilly. This made Buffon feel as if he had entered a different world. He was shocked several times and wanted to speak, but at the critical moment, the fat man covered his mouth.

"Don't make a fuss"

The fat man looked calm, but in fact he calmed down. He glanced at all the nearby wood elves, and did not feel happy when he was exposed to the secret, but he was inexplicably panicked - usually, seeing something that he shouldn't have seen means getting on the "pirate ship" that has gone without returning...

But so what? I can only find my life he helped to pick it up, so what if I get on the pirate ship?

He quickly adjusted his mindset and then found that Roddy in front of him was stopping in front of a tree hole and talking to the person inside.

"Buffon, you must shut up when it's time to shut up. You can't even do this. Let's not say that you are a mercenary."

But after saying this, he saw Buffon swallowing with a dull look on his face.

"Gudong."

Damn why is this guy so unpretentious? Henry looked over Buffon's gaze, but then he felt like he was struck by lightning. The appearance of the wood elf Nata can only describe it as "stunning" for them, but when he saw Roddy's cold face, the fat man dared not have any extra thoughts... He grabbed Buffon's neck hard and said viciously from his teeth: "Don't look at it all."

Before he could say anything else, the fat man suddenly felt a dizzy moment, and then his whole body thrust his head down and fell to the ground with a "sudden" pain almost burst into tears, and he cursed with a breath, "What do you think of, Buffon-"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his head and grew up his mouth, staring blankly at the figure crawling down from the tree hole in front of him...
Chapter completed!