Seeing that the carefully laid trap was inexplicably broken by the enemy at first sight, the ambushers were shocked and angry.

The leading flail-wielder's eyes flashed with a murderous gleam, and he roared, "That's a trick! Don't waste time. The men aren't worth much anyway, so kill them all! These two women will definitely fetch a high price!"

Seven or eight mercenaries, brandishing scimitars, short axes and poisoned blowguns, rushed out from their hiding places howling, mud splashing, and rushed straight towards the team members who had just escaped.

"Hmph!" Monica snorted coldly, and the dagger spun beautifully in her palm. Her icy blue eyes locked onto the oncoming enemy with murderous intent.

Mark held the cross necklace on his chest with his backhand, and an almost ferocious "priest-like" smile appeared on his face:

"Alas! Where the Holy Light doesn't reach, filth always grows. Perfect! Let's help the Church of Holy Light 'purify' these scum!"

Enzo could no longer hold back, and his hammer roared as it smashed towards the mercenary in the front.

"Just in time! My hammer has been thirsty for a long time!"

Anna's emerald eyes locked onto a skinny mercenary holding a blowgun. She raised her bow, drew her arrow, and shot casually.

The mercenaries on the opposite side were also very brave. After checking the panel, they found that Mark's team seemed to be only "intermediate level" and rushed forward with a roar.

Monica's eyes were cold, and the dagger turned into a cold light, accurately cutting into the throat of the mercenary in the front, and his blood spurted out.

Enzo's war hammer smashed into the chest of a mercenary holding a scimitar with a dull sound of breaking wind. A clear sound of bone cracking was heard, and the man flew backwards without a grunt.

"Holy Light Protection!" Mark whispered, and a not particularly bright but extremely condensed Holy Light shield instantly appeared in front of Anna, repelling several poison-tipped darts with tricky angles.

At the same time, he held the cross necklace in his other hand, with the long end of the cross pointed at the blowgun player. The cross necklace instantly turned into a ten-meter-long cross-shaped rapier, instantly piercing the head of the thin blowgun player.

Anna's arrow did not miss its target. The emerald green natural magic wrapped around the arrow and pierced through a mercenary's shoulder. The strong paralyzing effect caused him to fall to the ground and twitch instantly.

The fight broke out quickly and ended even faster.

The reaction speed of these mercenaries is much slower than that of Warcraft or the powerful Holy Knights they encountered before.

They are not very strong and rely mainly on traps and numbers.

After the trap was mysteriously broken by Monica, they were like paper under the team's fierce counterattack. In just a dozen breaths, they all became corpses in the mud.

Enzo shook the blood and brains off the hammer and cursed harshly, "Bah! A bunch of blind hyenas!"

Mark looked around at the filthy mud and corpses, frowning slightly:

"Clean up, the smell of blood here is too strong and it will easily attract other things. Leave as soon as possible."

Anna quickly searched the corpse for some scattered gold coins and inferior weapons, then shook her head.

"There's nothing valuable. This is all they have..."

She held up a dark red wooden plaque about half the size of a palm with rough edges. On it was engraved a pattern of twisted vines entwined with a skull, revealing a sinister wave of contract magic.

"The Rotten Ivy Alliance's mark." Monica glanced at it and said indifferently, "It's a little gadget for positioning and life sensing. Their boss should already know about it."

Just as Monica said, at the same time as the last mercenary breathed his last, dozens of miles away from the team's location.

Deep in a chaotic area barely constructed from huge rotten wood, twisted metal plates and filthy energy shields.

That is the core area of ​​the buffer zone black street.

In a dim hall filled with the smell of sweat, cheap tobacco and blood.

A bald man with a body like a giant bear standing upright, with his muscular and scarred upper body naked, was holding a wooden barrel half a man's height and drinking turbid beer.

The violent magic power in his body rose slightly like a tangible flame, and even when he was sitting, he exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

He is one of the bosses of the black street forces in the buffer zone under the "Rotten Ivy Alliance", "Soul Taker" Grom, a powerful high-level berserker.

Suddenly, on the rough wooden table in front of him, a dark red wooden plate that was the same as the one in Anna's hand but several times larger and had more skulls carved on it, suddenly shook!

Nearly one-third of the dozen or so life runes engraved on it, representing the members of the slave-hunting team, were extinguished in an instant!

"Puff!" Grom spat the beer in his mouth onto the ground.

His copper-bell-like eyes instantly became bloodshot, and his violent rage swept through the entire hall like a storm, scaring several ragged slaves in the corner to tremble.

"Who?!!" He roared like thunder, and slammed his huge fist on the wooden table. The hard solid wood table top cracked with a "crack".

"Which reckless bastard dared to slaughter my entire slave-hunting squad?!"

Even the arrogant knights of the Church of Holy Light had to give Grom the Soul Reaper some face in this lawless buffer zone and would not easily touch his people.

Now, someone actually dared to wipe out his entire slave-hunting team so easily and efficiently without even saying hello?

This is not only a loss of manpower, but also a slap in Grom's face!

How will he survive in the black streets of the buffer zone in the future?

"Investigate!" Grom's roar caused dust to fall from the roof. His bloodshot eyes swept over his silent subordinates in the hall, "Notify all the spies in the underworld to spread the net! Keep a close eye on all entrances and exits, especially any new faces who just came in!

"If you find any, report it immediately! I'm going to twist their heads off with my own hands and make these ignorant fools remember in blood who is the ruler in this muddy land!"

He believed that the old hands in this area would never dare to attack his people easily.

Unless his men were foolish enough to break into the battlefield where humans and orcs were fighting, which is basically impossible!

Because the alliance would always inform them in advance of the approximate areas where the regular army would fight, his people would not be stupid enough to break into those places.

Therefore, the person who attacked his men this time must be a newcomer.

And if it is a newcomer, then when he comes here, he must be looking for an opportunity to enter the black street to replenish supplies.

As long as he comes, he will never come back!

The subordinates were so frightened by the boss's violent aura that seemed to make him want to eat anyone that he wanted, that they rushed out of the hall in a panic.

Orders carrying bloody signals were quickly transmitted through secret channels to the "black streets" in every dark corner of the buffer zone.

An invisible net quietly spread out over the filthy swamp.

As soon as Mark's team stepped into this killing land, they had already become the most conspicuous prey among some shadows.

Of course, even if they knew, they might not care too much.

They didn't come to this Lore Swamp for vacation!