But the uneven qualities of these "patrols" did not make Nekolai feel better: Where are the main players of the Black Sand Collar now?

Or...they have more important tasks?

Tuleha had no intention of taking action, just watched Urad wave gently.

The patrol teams' faces became more and more serious.

"Can you fight again?" The Meteor let go of Grivo and let the veteran stand firm: "Crivo?"

"Stop kidding, dead face," Grivo, with a very bad face, coughed fiercely, wiped the blood from his mouth, and gritted his teeth, "Now?"

"I can kill a hundred more disasters-"

But the veteran's words came to an abrupt end.

With Ullard's wave, nearly fifty people came to the front of the patrol team, divided into two rows of semicircular arcs, squatting forward and standing behind.

Fifty soldiers all raised their weapons and pointed them at the two extreme masters.

Nekolai's breathing suddenly stopped, and Grivo widened his eyes.

That's...

There are fifty cross-infantry crossbows.

Deal with...the two of them?

All Grivo's words gathered into one word at that moment.

A word that Nicolai also agrees with:

"Hold!"

The man with eight braids turned sideways slightly and retreated into his subordinates' formation.

"Two brave and famous masters of the kingdom, please let me introduce myself to you at the end."

"Chair Ullard."

"Do some small business in Longxiao City," Ulad laughed, as if very happy: "From infantry crossbow to magic guns... it is all business scope."

Nekolai and Grivo looked at the dense crossbows and sighed.

Ullard opened his eyes that were smiling in a line, and his eyes were filled with cold light:

“Enough inventory management.”

Tuleha turned his head and a faint displeasure appeared on his face.

The next moment, fifty crossbow arrows were covering the two extreme realms without any blind spots.

Black rain of arrows whistling in the air.

Bringing out countless bright reds.

———

Grand Duke Lumba lowered his sword.

More than a dozen crossbow machines stretched out the shoulders of the black sand soldiers in the front row.

"arrow!"

The roar of the Hand-Blade Guard sounded from his ears.

Tailes and Xiao Shutou were pressed tightly on the ground, blocking everyone's back.

However, Prince Star was in a mess at this moment.

He knew that he could not help in such a battle.

Just like last time in the fortress.

All he could do was...Tales looked at Grand Duke Lomba in the crowd.

Thoughts drift away.

No, everything is wrong.

Too abnormal.

As he was thinking, more than a dozen hand-blade guards faced the crossbow machine and quickly formed a defensive formation like tortoise shells.

They knelt down on one knee, leaned against each other, raised the arm shield on their forearms, blocked them diagonally, and blocked their heads and bodies tightly.

"Swish swish--"

The crossbow arrows roared and attacked.

Tails still couldn't figure it out.

After King Nunn died, Rumba appeared.

He even agreed that he was the murderer behind the scenes.

But……

"clang!"

Multiple crossbow arrows hit the arm shield and were bounced away, making sharp sounds one after another.

Two or three crossbow arrows unfortunately pierced into the human body, and a unique sound of flesh-entry sound came.

But the Hand-Blade Guards didn't say anything, but just exchanged glances with cold expressions.

After the first round of crossbow arrows, the hand-blade guards stood up instantly.

The leader let out a shocking roar.

"charge!"

A total of ten hand-blade guards rushed backwards towards the soldiers of the Black Sand Collar without hesitation.

Strike the masses with few.

Tailes breathed in a daze, and even though he and Xiao Shutou were driven away from the battlefield by several hand-blade guards, they were unaware of anything.

His mind was full of doubts.

Why?

Why did Lumba come to Longxiao City?

If it is to solve the threat and revenge from Longxiao City, Grand Duke Narumba has succeeded.

The king is dead, Exter will fall into chaos, and Walton and Longxiao City will have no chance to unite with all the great masters to seek revenge on the Black Sand Corps.

The black sand collar is safe.

Rumba - Even if he is the real murderer, why did he appear in this suspicious occasion?

To silence?

No, Rumba doesn't need to appear at all. She just needs to stay in the territory and wait for the king's death. The assassination of the king will become another headless murder.

Only Saritun, they will once again bear the crime of regicide and live up to their reputation as the Flower of Assassin and the Royal Family.

Everything is so perfect--Rumba can solve the biggest and most terrifying enemy on this night of disaster-torn disasters without any effort.

A shocking shout of killing sounded.

"The sword in hand will return to the north!"

"Right-punch!"

Ten charger guards had a ferocious expression and fiercely shouted commands, and instead rushed into the enemy formation.

The momentum accumulated by the Black Sand Corps relying on the number of people and the half-encirclement situation was immediately seized.

Grand Duke Lumba frowned fiercely.

Dragon Guard.

What a pity.

A guard had a shield horizontally, blocking the attack of the enemy on the left, and stabbed the enemy in front of the long sword, cooperating with the comrade on the right to tear open the belly of an enemy.

The other party fell to the ground in pain, holding the flowing intestines and groaning.

But the Hand-Blade Guard had no intention of killing him, but just stepped over him and continued to move forward.

Kill the next wave of enemies.

The Black Sand soldiers had to split up their men and drag their companions back into the formation.

This reminds Tailes of the Wrath of Kingdom and his Wrath Guards charge.

Blood splattered in the crowd.

The White Blade Guards are in groups, one blocks the attack on the left, and the other tears away the enemy on the right.

The two of them moved forward tacitly, using the rhythm of fast and slow, stopping and moving, and exchanging positions and responsibilities back and forth.

Even if you occasionally hang the lottery, you don’t care about it, as if you only have the enemies ahead.
To be continued...