In the dense forest, heavy breathing sounds of a man and a woman alternately, extremely rapid.

After all, the caster's physique is not as good as the combat vocational. He only ran for five or six miles, sweating all over his body, and was already out of breath.

On the other hand, four swordsman guards who were supporting the ninth-level spiritual magician Marcus and the eighth-level female magician Jin Baili, as well as the guards who were exploring the way forward, these five warriors were still calm and calm, with steady steps, and seemed to still have spare energy.

In order to avoid the nearby team participating in autumn hunting, the five guards were continuing to go deep into the Royal Hunting Ground with two spellcasters. Although they expected that their own paths might be exposed, it was not easy to find and catch up with them for a while.

A light sound suddenly came from the air!

Wow! ~

The guard who was exploring the way ahead had just had time to let out a muffled groan and fell to the ground, and a feather arrow with a dark arrow rod was nailed to his back.

"Enemy, enemy attack!"

The female sorcerer Kim Baili couldn't help but fight a trembling battle. Did the pursuers find them so quickly?

"Shut up!"

One of the four guards who were holding the two casters was not polite and lowered his throat and scolded him. The other three guards stopped and looked around vigilantly, without rashly coming forward to observe the companion who was caught in the arrow.

"you."

Jin Baili was furious when she saw that the magician Marcus winked at her, and she forced herself to suppress her emotions.

Of course, she also saw the long swords flowing with cold light in the hands of the four guards at such a close distance. Even the God of Swords is not much stronger than a chicken, not to mention that the warlock caster does not have many attack methods.

"McG! My brother, how are you?"

Just now, a guard who was walking through the mountains and forests, leaned over carefully, and at the same time lowered his voice and called.

Among the other three guards, two of them gathered their swords and replaced them with a large bow. The arrows were placed on the bowstrings and aimed at the nearby woods and kept wandering. The triangular arrows were very sharp.

Any movement will be met with a sharp arrow.

"Lawy! I can't do it anymore! You guys go!"

The pathfinder who was caught in the arrow struggled for a few times but could not stand up. The arrow penetrated deep into the back of the waist without rib protection. The violent pain made his voice tremble and his face was extremely pale.

This arrow was very likely to have hit his kidney. Although he did not die directly, there was no doubt that life had entered the countdown.

"Are you sure?!"

The escort who was planning to carry out rescue stopped and looked up and down at the escort who was caught in the arrow and his face gradually became gloomy. He obviously knew what such an arrow injury meant.

"It hurts so much! Help me!"

The sound of the guards who were caught in the arrow became weaker and weaker, and they began to speak incoherently, as if they had used their last strength to hold on to their companions' legs and feet, their faces covered with beads of sweat as big as soybeans and a little decisive.

"Go away!"

A cold light flashed across the neck of the guard who was caught in the arrow, and a big head fell down immediately. The blood arrow ejected from the cross-section of the neck cavity without the head reached two or three steps away. The body twitched unconsciously, and the limbs swung randomly, making some strange movements, but the amplitude quickly decreased.

He waved his sword and slashed off the guards of his companion's head, and decisively picked up the head and shook a pocket of the animal skin, put it in and quickly tied the bag.

There was no trace of blood or blood in this special animal skin bag.

After all this, the cold-faced guard never looked at the headless corpse on the ground again, and turned around and left without hesitation.

The female sorcerer Jin Baili and the magician Marcus looked at each other, and they all sucked in the air, causing coldness to appear all over their bodies.

The guards responsible for protecting them were simply killing without blinking, with a very stern heart. Everyone remained expressionless and unmoved from beginning to end.

If you guess correctly, once the two casters lose their ability to move or have other hidden information, these guards will cut off their heads without hesitation, just like they did to their companions just now.

"Grand, what did you seem to have shot just now?"

"Is that so? Hahaha, it seems that I am lucky! I must be a big prey, killing it with one arrow!"

"It makes you so jealous!"

"Prince Bonalie, you are really over-reward! The bravery of the desert man is well known. I am just lucky. Well, as a memory, I will peel off the skin of this prey with my own hands and hang it in my bedroom."

There were voices coming from afar, and the sound of cutting open shrub branches, as if many people were approaching here.

The guard who came back with his companion's head turned around and looked at him, gestured in the other direction, and shouted in a low voice: "Go!"

He and another guard set up a female sorcerer again, changed the direction of his original plan, and quickly drilled into the dense forest like a trot.

Not long after the figures of the six people disappeared in the mountains and forests, a shrill scream suddenly erupted in the forest.

‘!”

He rushed to the front first, intending to see what kind of prey he hit with a random arrow. Grande stood there with a pale face, trembling all over.

"Master Grande! What's wrong with you? Ah!~ My God

"Be careful! Go back!"

“Scatter and keep alert.”

Grande's entourage and other dandy players heard the screams and rushed over, everyone was shocked.

Several followers dragged Gron back with all their might, but the others took bows and arrows and pointed them at the distant forests.

"What's going on?"

Bonali, the thirteenth prince of the Adrich's empire, froze and quickly walked forward, but a guard who turned back from the front stopped him.

"Your Highness, this Miss Verani is better to stay here!"

"Is that right?" Prince Bonalie hesitated for a moment, looked at Verani, who was leaning against her, gently broke away from her hand, touched the other person's face, and said softly: "My little baby, you stay here, I'll go and take a look first.

"Bonali!"

Verani was really a little scared this time, and she heard the shocking fear from Grande's scream.

"Be good! Wait for me!"

Prince Bonalie touched the beauty's forehead with his forehead, as if he wanted to share his courage with her. Then he turned around without hesitation, pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and walked towards the front of the team. Two guards were closely guarding his left and right sides. If there was indeed an enemy attack, they would be the first human shield to be the brunt of it.

A headless corpse was surrounded by the entouragers. Several entourages with weaker psychological qualities simply opened a complaint shop nearby, rolled their eyes, and vomited a lot.

Almost everyone's face was not very good. A headless corpse suddenly appeared in the mountains and forests, especially in the Royal Hunting Ground, which meant that it was definitely not a good thing.

Why did this corpse appear here, who belongs to it, and how could it be shot by Grand Random with a random arrow? All kinds of mysteries and doubts make people imagine.

"Dragon God is here, this corpse must have been brought over by himself, so let Grande's arrow hit him!"

Quincydo's face was so white that a terrible inference suddenly appeared.

"Oh no! Quincydo, you bastard!"

Thinking of a headless corpse walking in the mountains and forests in a daze, suddenly being knocked down by an arrow shot from somewhere, this scene was creepy just thinking about it. Sharif immediately stood up and he vomited a few times.

"Shut up! Quincydon!"

Obviously Grand Lang was also scared. As the person involved, he couldn't understand why he inexplicably shot a corpse or something else?

Is there a terrifying and mysterious dark undead magician nearby?

"No, he was cut off his head after being shot."

A voice suddenly penetrated, and everyone looked over, but saw Bonalie, the Thirteenth Prince of the Adrich, looking up and down with a gloomy face.

As the prince of the Desert Empire, he naturally had the experience of dealing with desert bandits. He had killed nearly a hundred robbers who were rampant in the Grange desert with his own hands. He was naturally not unfamiliar with the corpses of the human race, nor did he show the fearful reactions of these dandy people.

Based on his previous experience in fighting and fighting, he quickly made a judgment in his heart. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qpdan.cam) to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to mqdHan.
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