The team is full of girls who are single until retirement based on their strength

Someone is approaching here with obvious murderous intent, but it seems that their target is not them.

It became noisy outside. Apparently, Fudan was not the only one who discovered it. It was just a matter of time. The newcomer did not hide his intentions at all and just rushed over without any cover.

"What's wrong?!" Fanny was still asleep and suddenly woke up. She turned over and quickly got out of the sleeping bag, making a hand knife with her five fingers together.

"It looks like someone is coming. It shouldn't be a big deal. I'll go out and take a look. Be careful." Fudan nodded at her, lifted the curtain of the tent and walked outside.

The extinguished campfire was rekindled. Men and women picked up their weapons and went out to do business. They had to face every emergency with the most vigilant attitude, otherwise they might lose their lives in the next second.

Uncle Lijia was holding a huge axe more than two meters long in his hand and was standing in the camp directing the night patrol team in the caravan.

Fudan came out of the tent and met his gaze.

I'll go out and take a look.

The crowd was very noisy, and Fudan mouthed this to Uncle Lijia, who nodded in response.

Fudan tapped the ground lightly with her toes, and the next moment, she appeared high in the sky.

Something like a sandstorm was coming from afar, and flashes of silver light could be seen from time to time.

There was a flash of sword in the sandstorm.

Fudan narrowed his eyes, and the archer's eagle eyes could see every grain of sand floating in it.

It was a man, a short man who was holding two swords and waving them constantly.

He was wearing a tattered blue cloak, his exposed skin was wrapped in bandages, and his purple hair was flying in the wind.

The dust storm was a byproduct of his charge.

It should be some kind of skill. The longer the time and distance he ran, the greater the power he would accumulate. The waving double swords cut through the wind that was blocking his way forward. With an indomitable momentum, he rushed straight to the other end of the oasis.

The target is not yours, so try not to meddle in other people's business.

Compared to the noise from the caravan, the Kota lizardmen seemed more well-trained and gave people the feeling of an army.

The average strength is pretty good. Why would a demon army that is at least gold level appear here?

This is neither a dangerous pass guarded by a large army, nor the demon clan's royal city. Why would such an elite team appear here?

There are also a few Emerald-level auras mixed in it. This lineup is enough to surround and kill some epic enemies with weaknesses that don't have any good equipment.

The army formed up for battle in a very short time. The sandstorm was still several thousand meters away from them, but they did not retreat even after seeing the mighty and powerful armaments on this side.

The strong wind whistled past, and the next second, the two sides were in close combat.

"Clang!" The sound of blades colliding was heard. At the front of the battle formation, a Kota warrior who was obviously better equipped and larger in size stood out.

He was nearly three meters tall, with terrifying, uncontrollable muscles beneath his purple skin. He swung out with a huge saber, and the yellow sand on the ground was afraid of his sword power, and was split in two when it touched his blade.

The soldiers behind him stood in specific positions, and the strength in their bodies continued to flow through the battle formation into the Kota general in the front.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

The weapons in the hands of both sides collided countless times in just a moment, and bursts of intensive iron hammering sounds were heard.

The sky was cloudless tonight, and the moonlight reflected on the snow-white blade. The attacks from both sides were extremely fierce, and every move was aimed at tearing apart the enemy's vital points.

There was a huge difference in size between the two. The dual-blade man was probably only about 1.3 meters tall, and looked like a complete child.

He had to jump up to reach his opponent's throat, and the fight between the two was like a tank fighting a rocking car! !

It looked like a match without any suspense, but the situation on the battlefield was exactly the opposite!

The strong wind behind him had already contained countless sword lights. With every collision, the three-meter-tall humanoid lizard's feet would go an inch deeper into the yellow sand. After just a few breaths, his knees were completely sunk into the yellow sand. Even though he resisted desperately, the force brought by the two slender scimitars was like a charging earth dragon!

What's even more terrifying is that even if he blocked the steps of the person in front of him, the power of the sandstorm behind him was still accumulating!

How to fight this? !

“Ugh! Aaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!” The Kota general tried his best, and all the air in his lungs was expelled from his body with his last outburst!

The expression on his face was twisted and ferocious. Fudan, who was far away, could see that he had already used up all his strength. If he could still hold on, he would break through his own bottleneck, which was the treatment that only the protagonist mentioned by the bards could have.

"Bang!" Where the two collided, yellow sand flew up into the sky, blocking everyone's vision. Only the clinking sound of the colliding blades could be heard.

The next second, the heavy rain stopped.

An ugly lizard head flew out from the yellow sand, fell to the ground, and bright red blood spilled all over the ground.

After all, he was not the protagonist, and his blood announced his end.

"..."

The commander was dead, but the Kota army remained deathly silent.

They were undoubtedly elite soldiers. Even in such a situation, their morale did not collapse. Beneath the deathly silence was a burning desire to fight.

"Do you want to continue fighting?" A strange voice sounded like the vibration of a string instrument. It was unclear whether it was a man or a woman. The short swordsman asked with his head tilted.

His mouth did not move, and he relied on the vibration of magic to make sounds.

In response, the black-armored warriors of the Kota tribe swung their sabers.

What awaited them next was a complete massacre.

Wherever the sandstorm passed, the army formation that had lost its commander and was in disarray was instantly destroyed. Blood, sword lights, and heads were everywhere. In less than five minutes, this elite army was completely wiped out.

Perhaps the remaining officers in the team should have fled with them long ago, otherwise they might be described as people with countless crimes?

The killing was over, blood flowed down the tip of his knife and seeped into the yellow sand, and the sandstorm subsided.

"Roar..." A sound like a threatening beast came out of his mouth, and he turned to look at Fudan who had been watching in the sky for a long time.

What surprised Fudan was not that he could detect her spying on him, but a piece of equipment on him.

On his left hand he wore a black leather wristband with several shiny rivets and a few silver skulls as decoration.

To use Nishizawa's words, it's punk style.

The gloves themselves were not a very precious thing, but there was only one reason why Fudan cared about them.

This glove is custom-made and is probably one of a kind in the world.

The most cherished teammate in her adventuring career, the team's logistics manager, and the family member who would do her laundry during her vacation, Irena also has an identical one on both of her arms.

Considering the size difference between the two, and looking at the wristband that almost covered the entire forearm of the person in front of him, Fudan was 99% sure that it was the one that Irena had on her hand before.