Clang! Puff!
The sharp sound of metal clashing was accompanied by the muffled sound of bones breaking!
The rapier in the attacker's hand broke with a sound, and the whole person was smashed backwards like a broken sack by the terrifying power contained in the giant hammer.
He slammed hard into the trunk of a giant dead tree behind him and slid down, his life or death unknown.
"Humph! You're a stinking rat hiding your head and showing your tail!"
Enzo walked slowly forward to retract the warhammer, spat in a muffled voice, and his obsidian skin shone oily in the dim light.
As the attacker was blown away, the shadow area swayed like water waves, and five figures wearing dark gray tight leather armor slowly appeared.
The leader was the gloomy man with the cross-shaped scar on his face.
He didn't even look at his companion who was knocked away, and his sharp eagle eyes swept over the four members of Mark's team.
Especially Enzo who had just taken back his war hammer and Mark who was holding the cross sword and the holy light shield was still there.
Instead of the embarrassment of the failed sneak attack, his face held a hint of condescending scrutiny and arrogance.
"Tsk, good reaction." The scarred man's hoarse voice sounded with a condescending tone, "To be able to dodge the assassination of the 'Shadow Snake' and instantly counterattack and injure him, you have some strength. It seems that those useless people in the camp before died well."
His gaze swept across the Deadwood Tribe's heavily guarded defenses, and finally fell back on Mark.
"Listen, Father." Scarface raised his chin slightly. "Deadwood's old bones and his green-skinned bastards are as hard as rocks. If you four or we, the Ash Claws, try to gnaw them down, we'll break a few teeth. How about cooperating?"
He pointed to the great shaman in the distant formation who was holding the Blood Vine Heart high with a solemn aura.
"We'll join forces, break his turtle shell first, kill the old shaman, and steal the 'Heart of the Bloodvine'. As for the spoils..." He forced a self-righteous smile, "divide them according to the amount of effort. We, the Ash Claw, will take 60% while you take 40%.
"Don't worry, we, the Ash Claws, have always had an excellent reputation within the Rotten Ivy Alliance and won't resort to treachery. So, what do you think? This is a special treatment given to you because you have some skills."
The expression on Mark's face suddenly became extremely strange.
He was stunned at first, and then, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twist upwards, and finally turned into an undisguised, sarcastic sneer.
"Ha! By the Holy Light!" Mark looked at the scarred man as if he were a fool. "Excellent reputation? Preferential treatment? 60%? Where do you get the nerve and confidence to say such things?"
The cross sword in his hand made a sword flower, but his eyes penetrated the scarred face and swept towards the deeper swamp fog behind him. The soul fluctuations hidden there seemed to be getting closer and closer to the battlefield here.
There was a playful smile on his face.
"Cooperation? Just relying on your sincerity to stab me in the back? Just use your reputation to fool people! You guys should wade through this muddy water slowly on your own. I won't accompany you any more!"
After Mark finished speaking, he stopped looking at Scarface, whose expression instantly darkened, and shouted to his teammates, "Let's go! Let them have fun!"
The four of them turned around without hesitation and tried to speed away from this dangerous place.
"You don't know how to appreciate my kindness! You're looking for death!"
Scarface's eyes flashed fiercely!
Mark's undisguised contempt and rejection completely ignited his anger and ferocity.
In his opinion, these four people are simply shameless!
Since they cannot be a help, they are stumbling blocks and potential competitors that must be removed!
"Kill them!"
At Scarface's command, the four remaining team members around him instantly rushed out like arrows, their weapons flashing with cold light and filled with strong murderous intent.
They actually abandoned the Deadwood Tribe's defense line in front of them and brazenly rushed towards the back of Mark's retreating team!
Scarface himself was like a poisonous snake blending into the shadows, silently circling to the flank, the poisoned dagger in his hand flashing with a dark green light.
In the Deadwood tribe's formation, the great shaman's cloudy one eye saw all of this.
His hand, which was tightly gripping the Blood Vine Heart, trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of a deep sense of powerlessness and bitterness.
He knew better than those six arrogant humans how many more dangerous and colder auras were hidden deep in this seemingly peaceful swamp!
Some of them even made him, a high-level shaman, feel palpitations.
The remaining force he left behind consisted of only two high-level warriors and a group of mid-level elites, who, with the help of his legion magic, were able to hold on.
If we take the initiative to attack or get involved in the internal strife of the human race, it will be tantamount to seeking death and wasting the last elite warriors of these tribes in vain.
"Hold the formation steady! Don't move rashly!"
The great shaman's hoarse voice carried unquestionable majesty, suppressing the orc warriors behind him who instinctively wanted to rush out and take advantage of the human infighting.
The muscles on his wrinkled face were tense, and his cloudy eyes only held cold vigilance and deep worry.
Now, he could only watch helplessly as a bloody fight was about to break out between the two groups of greedy humans at the edge of the swamp far away from his position.
He and the warriors behind him could only hold on to the last line of defense like reefs in a storm, praying that the people of the tribe could run further, further...
At the same time, the ominous premonition in my heart became heavier.
Meanwhile, Mark's team had just forced back the six members of the Ash Claw and were about to withdraw when something strange happened!
The gray-clothed man who had been knocked away by Enzo's warhammer and was lying paralyzed under a dead tree suddenly jumped up!
The broken rapier in his hand glowed with a poisonous light, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue and piercing Mark's back.
This was the most delicate moment when the four of them turned.
"By the Holy Light, are you addicted to pretending to be dead?"
Mark didn't even turn his head, but he blocked the huge cross sword with his backhand like a living thing.
clang!
The moment the poison sword was shaken away, he turned around and exerted force, and the giant sword turned into an afterimage and slashed down fiercely!
"Since you like to pretend to sleep—" The sword's tip tore through the air, accurately piercing the attacker's chest, "Then go to sleep!"
Phew!
The sound of flesh and blood exploding was heard.
The cross blade suddenly expanded and instantly turned into a three-meter-high rough black cross, piercing the gray-clothed man through the chest and nailing him into the mud!
The ripples of divine judgment then spread out with the cross as the core, and the mud surged like boiling water.
"Ugh!"
The other five men in gray groaned and retreated violently, their movements strangely coordinated.
What was even more horrifying was that the man in gray with a nail piercing his chest was still able to struggle in the ripples, stretching out his hands and clinging tightly to the edge of the cross.
"Drag him away!" Scarface shouted.
The two men in gray reached out their hands like lightning and grabbed the injured man's shoulder armor, then pulled him back with force!
Swish——!
The sound of flesh being torn apart was so devastating that the man in gray was torn into two pieces by his companions and thrown backwards.
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