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W, was born in the war-torn Kazdel, participated in the Sarkaz Civil War, often had a crazy smile on her face, belonged to Hedley's team, had excellent fighting ability, but was best known for her superb blasting skills, which made her very famous on that battlefield.

Regarding his stance, he is a staunch admirer of the princess. The environment in which she grew up buried her in a sea of ​​blood and corpses, making it impossible for her to see the sky. It was the princess who leaned over and stretched out her hand, becoming the light that she believed in.

But why is she in Victoria now? In the plot, isn't she going to Ursus to support the Reunion Movement after the Kazdel War?

It seemed that she shouldn't be here at any time, and she was hostile to him, a stranger.

The above is what Ling Dengxian was thinking while running away.

In the first seven chapters of the main storyline, W's main method of combat is still to detonate explosives, but Ling Dengxian has no doubt about her dangerousness. Compared with the members of the Iron Eagle Mercenaries whom he tried so hard to defeat, W is a real mercenary.

Ye Ban fainted on his shoulder and he couldn't hold him tightly with his hands. While he was running, he had to be careful not to throw Ye Ban backwards, which made it difficult for him to run faster.

Explosions sounded one after another from the direction of Dua and W across the forest. The sky was getting darker. Ling Dengxian accidentally stepped into a pit and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah... it hurts so much, is there blood?" Ling Dengxian groaned in pain as he climbed up. With his flesh as a cushion in the middle of the night, it was only a slight bump and nothing happened. His clothes were torn from the torture, and there were several messy scratches on his arms. He felt a burning pain on his face, and he raised his hand to touch it, and it was bleeding.

He looked down and saw a stone with sharp edges on the ground where he had fallen.

"It hurts so much... Yeban is fine, her injury cannot get any worse." Ling Dengxian carried Yeban on his back again and struggled to re-identify the direction, but found himself a little confused.

"Why... do these trees all look similar?"

The way they came here is definitely not feasible anymore. "Up is north, down is south, left is west, right is east, go this way!" Ling Dengxian decisively continued to run towards the southeast.

The sky became even darker, as if there was an invisible giant fish swimming in the clouds, making the air on the ground extremely stuffy, and the sultry air began to become humid.

Another splash of blood appeared. Watching the enemy in front of him slowly fall down, Fidelia knew that his battle had come to an end for the time being. Mandolin picked up the mercenary who had been knocked unconscious and tied him up quickly and simply. On the other side, the battle between Triangle and the deputy commander of the mercenaries entered a white-hot stage. Triangle was injured and felt a little weak, and Oboe had an injury on his hand that affected the accuracy of the crossbow and he did not dare to draw the bow to assist.

"Triangle!" Mandolin indicated that she was about to join the battle. Triangle retreated to make room for the attack. Sheldon's expression tensed and he did not pursue her. He raised his hand and a cold light flashed on Mandolin's arm, bringing a streak of blood to stop her charge. Triangle decisively turned around to attack, and Sheldon pulled out his spare knife in time to block the attack.

"We've been dispersed... We've lost a lot of men, gather them together! Retreat!" Sheldon chopped off the mandolin with all his might, and took advantage of the opportunity when the triangle iron made a mistake in controlling the distance to get away. Under his order, the five men who were still fighting with Beth and the other ten or so men who were still able to move retreated into the forest. It wasn't that they didn't have the strength to fight, but time was running out. The natural disaster would break out in less than thirty minutes, and they had to catch up with the main force. In addition, the activity of the Originium in the air was increasing, and he couldn't get hurt easily.

"Oboe!" Now that the two men from Triangle had distanced themselves from the mercenaries, Oboe released the crossbow string without hesitation.

Boom! The arrow exploded behind the mercenary. The arrowhead had only a little Originium accelerant. Oboe used her own Originium skills. The crossbow was equipped with a spell unit, and she could control a small flame explosion with a delay.

The Originium skill of the oboe was not very strong, but it was quite suitable for supporting the bow and arrow in combat. When the Originium activity increased, the power was unexpectedly much greater. The backs of several people who escaped suffered varying degrees of burns, but they still failed to leave the mercenaries behind.

"Team leader! Snare drum!" The bass was not injured, but the situation of the snare drum was not optimistic.

"…Take the wounded and prisoners back to the team!" Triangle felt a little guilty. She knew that it was her lack of consideration that led to the injuries of the snare drum and oboe. She was almost too ashamed to face the captain.

In the distance, the recorder of the Scepter and the Institute asked the person in charge of this operation: "The battle at the No. 2 mark is over. Both sides are retreating. Do you want to activate the experimental reagent?"

"No rush. The disaster will come in 1 minutes, and the situation will change in at least minutes." The person in charge looked at the holographic projection map, "Now we can start recording the process of marking point --"

"...It's still not that easy to get rid of it." A sinister look flashed across the face of the leader of the Iron Eagle Mercenary Group. Sheldon had not returned yet, and now he was only accompanied by another deputy commander, Clark, and some team captains with good skills.

But on their way, the face he had seen many times was staring at him with the same cold expression as always, and the pressure brought by him, the figure behind him and the sky almost formed a high wall, and the dangerous tingling sensation almost pierced his skin.

Dacita drew his hunting knife without further ado. Over the years, he had cursed and condemned everything that should have been done. He had done everything that was impulsive. Now he just wanted to put an end to this hatred and mark it with the death of the mercenary leader Weiss.

The men behind him drew their crossbows and sharp blades without any orders, ready for battle.

"Fire!!"

"Start recording." Almost at the same time that the Scepter and the members of the institute whispered this sentence, both sides pulled the trigger of the crossbow. Dacita shouted loudly and chopped the arrow shot at him with a knife, and it collided fiercely with Weiss's blade.

"Can he use the reagents?" the recorder asked as he worked, without looking up.

"He has no other choice." The person in charge and team leader shrugged.

On the other side, Horn and Cello sneaked from the flank of the battlefield to the rear of the Iron Eagle Mercenaries. Their goal was to pierce the enemy's belly like a sharp blade to accelerate the opponent's defeat.

The two looked at each other, and Cello, with his burly figure and excellent explosive power, wielded his weapon and smashed into the enemy camp, while Horn slammed his heavy shield to the ground and slightly turned his body to block the arrows from the mercenaries who reacted quickly. Then there was a slight sound from inside the special shield in her hand, and five illuminating grenades were quickly fired from the muzzle, illuminating the sky above the entire forest, and the battlefield here was also illuminated. Horn saw Victoria's soldiers fighting hard with the enemy, and screams of pain and explosions continued.

Then, an even louder explosion woke up the sleepy battlefield. Grenades landed and exploded in five directions, creating an impact that blew away mercenaries everywhere. Horn decisively raised his shield and charged forward. As the mercenaries stood firm in their positions and launched a fierce counterattack, the elimination of the Iron Eagle Mercenary Group officially began.

Everything was going smoothly, everything was going smoothly so far, but the sense of crisis in Horn's heart never disappeared. The resistance of the Iron Eagle Mercenaries was only temporary after all. What kind of threat... made her so uneasy?

Horn calmed his thoughts, strengthened his eyes, and struck two mercenaries with a shield strike. No matter what, he could not sit idly by and watch the enemy in front of him.