The attendant was nervously watching the development of the battle situation. Suddenly, a gust of wind was gust of wind behind his head. He had been practicing for many years and learned some of the sports with the team to save the attendant. He lowered his body in a mess, and his back suddenly became cold. Then, as if he was poured with chili water, a scorching pain came!

"ah!!"

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Rick's chest was undulating rapidly, and in his thin palm, there seemed to be the feeling of a broken blade slashing across the servant's back muscles.

Under the sun hanging high, Rick had been waiting for several hours, but when the broken blade in his hand really cut the servant, all the fatigue and thirst were filled with something that burst out from the depths of his body.

Under extreme fear or excitement, humans will secrete something called adrenaline. Of course, it is unlikely that Rick, who doesn't recognize one word, understand the complex composition of adrenaline. But at this time Rick knew that he had never been so excited.

The attendant's reaction was very fast. Rick wanted to chase him, but was stopped by the short sword in his hand.

Looking at the other party's fast-congested eyes, Rick roared and pounced on the other party. This was what Old Egg told himself. If his physique was too different, try not to distance him.

The moment he threw himself down, Rick only did two things.

He grabbed the opponent's right hand holding the short sword, and at the same time, he broke the blade and stabbed it at the other side regardless.

Although the attendant has been trained simply, his main profession is still a strong job such as unloading and loading. Although his strength is greater than Rick, he is essentially an ordinary person.

The battle between life and death is likely to determine life and death because of a slight advantage.

"Puff!"

Because the Broken Blade was too hard, he fell deeply into the attendant's neck. Rick gritted his teeth, raised his arms, and pulled out the Broken Blade hard. At the same time, his body rolled quickly, avoiding the attendant's attack on his death.

The panic in the servant's eyes disappeared, leaving only confusion. His body was shaking and trying to stand up, but he could not control his balance. He covered the blood hole on his neck with both hands, and the blood foam mixed with the air, splashing out. It fell on the dry yellow sand, which was particularly dazzling.

The body that fell down was spasming and twitching, and the light in his eyes slowly disappeared and he calmed down completely.

Rick took a strong breath of the scorching air. The smell of blood floating in the air was like cotton wool, teasing Rick's stomach bag and pressing down the numbness and itch in the throat. Rick exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his eyes gradually became firm.

He supported the ground with his palm, quickly got up, grabbed the short sword that the other party threw on the side, and quickly touched the other party's arms with his left hand, and a dusty purse came into his hand.

Just now I put away my purse, and there was a sharp sound in front of me, with a hint of joking sound: "Oh, look at our Lord Rick, you dare to kill someone? Do you have any pants?"

Looking in the sound, a short monkey-like young man with a vulgar appearance was looking at this side with a sneer.

Rick's facial muscles twitched, and he ignored the other party, but his eyes were on the other party's relatively intact reserve uniform and he stopped for a moment. The night in the desert was very cold, and Rick's worn and exposed military uniform could only give him limited warmth.

Rick's ignorance seemed to stimulate the young man with a little nervous nervousness. His light brown gloomy eyes narrowed, and he whispered a few words to a boy who was like a class beside him.

The young man looked at Rick meaningfully and ran quickly to the battlefield next to him that was about to end. When he trotted back again, several young men in the same reserve uniform were already following behind him.

"Boss, why...what?" The questioner was a tall young man who looked very big because he lacked food and water. There was a little honesty between his eyebrows, and his speech was a little stuttering and short.

The young man with monkey cheeks hummed a few times, tried to lift his shrunken chest, limped over the guards of several young men, showing his majesty, and then raised the cheap dagger in his hand: "I want that guy's weapon, what do you think you should do?"

The greedy gaze of the young man with monkey cheeks fell on the dagger in Rick's hand like a hook.

Just as a good show of bullying the weak was about to start, a roar of muffled thunder suddenly came from behind: "Stop him!! Stop him for me!"

Before the monkey crow and others could react, they felt that they were hit by something in their body, and then they rolled around like bowling balls.

After knocking away the monkey cheeks and others, the tall guard was also thrown off the horse's back by the horse beast. But he still did not give up the chance to survive. He covered the wound on his abdomen with his left hand and rushed towards Rick's side with blood on his face.

Rick didn't know why the seriously injured guard rushed towards him. If he looked back, he would find that a strong horse beast tamed by a caravan was walking back and forth uneasy not far behind him.

Although the horse beasts in the border army were thin, they had been tamed for a long time. So although the guards grabbed a horse beast, the other party did not buy it at all. After knocking over the monkey cheeks and several reserve officers, they finally threw the guards off.

Rick is a normal person. When a person with blood and a sharp knife in his hand runs towards him with a fierce look on his face, his normal reaction is definitely to hide as far as he is.

But before Rick took a step, the mysterious voice in his mind appeared again. Just like before, it was also vague and unreal, but the other party's meaning was well conveyed, "Kill this guard!"

Rick didn't know how the mysterious voice made such a crazy request. Not only was the other party tall, but the weapon in his hand was even more beautiful steel pattern. He was thin and his weapon was only a pure iron short sword that he had just snatched from his servant. No matter how he looked, Rick was unable to stand against the other party. But just a little hesitated, Rick dropped his feet that were about to step out again.

His feet were slightly sunk into the scorching grit. Rick lowered his weight according to the crop stance taught by Old Eiger, staring at the other party's exquisite knife-carrying sword.

The tall man's vision was already a little shaking and blurred, but his strong desire to survive made him still unwilling to give up. He really didn't expect that among these bandits, there was a third-level warrior apprentice.

When the tall man killed two bandits, the third-level apprentice approached him. The other party was insidious and cunning, and even though his strength was stronger than the tall man, he used a despicable sneak attack.

Every time he breathes, he will touch the abdominal wound. His fingers covering the wound can almost touch the soft, slippery and warm internal organs. After pushing a wet piece of matter, suspected to be the small intestine, back to his body, the tall man came to the brave young man.

The congested eyes could only see the other party's thin outline. But the tall man believed that victory would belong to him in the end.
Chapter completed!