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The night was dark, but it was not quiet at all, and the noise of the crowd was still heard in the distance. Bertha listened carefully to the surrounding sounds, and from time to time Guyla's cries turned.
Guyla is a tricky hand-to-hand war in melee. If it is Guyla alone, it is not a big deal. Bertha covered her shoulder injury, and the flying knife just wiped her skin and flesh, which brought great power.
"If there is a real fight, they will attack me one by one, one by one, I will almost die, there is no chance of winning." Bertha's thoughts changed sharply, before they had a good fight, just a short time , She suffered several injuries. If it weren't for her tactics, she stopped Guyla and injured the opponent in the subsequent flying sword fight, I am afraid she would be killed directly by the senior soldier.
"No, people like him can't use the same trick twice, but if I want to hide here, I don't have time to hide, I have to find a way." Bertha turned to look at the street. Shine: "Just escape to the residential area over there. Can you escape?" Bertha put the dart to his mouth, thinking of God.
I don’t know that after a long time, the senior soldiers waited a little impatiently: "Damn, if you want to compare patience with me, then I will accompany you. See if you can bear it, or I can bear it."
Suddenly a figure appeared on the wide street. "Wow, I can't help it." The senior soldier stepped down the brick wall and popped out under the force of fighting. Several flying knives in his hand had been shot out, regardless of whether the person was a civilian. Ordinary people.
‘Ping Ping’ two flying knives landed in front of Bertha:
Found?
"Humph, stupid stinky woman." The senior warrior landed not far from the street: "Do you think I will be on the same occasion twice? This time I will never let you run away."
Bertha raised her eyebrows, and she knew that Guyla would be coming soon, feeling that the situation was very bad, and she was about to escape again.
"For the third time, I won't let you succeed." The senior warrior threw a flying knife in both hands. His belt was hung twice, and the open clothes were all under the flying knife. I wasn't afraid of running out. This time he learned well and sealed all the roads behind Bertha.
Baisha had no choice but to parry, but she hadn't had time to shoot. She was tight behind her, and her two wide hands didn't hold her firmly: "Damn it, came so fast!" There was no way to hide even hiding. Three flying knives directly hit Bertha's body.
The flying knife was so powerful that two of her soft armor pierced her, and the blood quickly bleed out and became ice.
"Haha, you can't run away this time." The senior soldier laughed: "Guila, let her taste your strength."
Guyila groaned, grabbed Bertha's hand, and like a bag, a rotation swooped her against the wall.
"Ah... my hand..." Bertha screamed in pain, and then a sweet throat and a spit of blood spewed out.
"Come again, Guyla." The senior soldier laughed with joy at seeing Bertha's painful expression.
Guyla stepped on the wall of the room, leapt into the air, and took Bertha's hand to make a sharp turn in the air, and then she shot the ground fiercely again.
There was a heavy and heavy fall, and the thick ice was smashed. Bertha only felt the internal organs violently, and the chest cavity felt like a collapsed moment. The blood in the mouth and nose did not flow out, but was sprayed directly. Come out and spray far away. Three flying knives under the body were also thrust into it.
The senior warrior smiled and said, "Release, don't kill her. I want to use the flying knife to decide her victory."
When Guyla let go of her hand, Bertha's hand was already soft, and it was estimated that the bones inside were all broken. Let's talk about flying knives, it's a joke.
The senior warrior stepped forward and watched for a while. When she saw that she didn't move at all, she kicked and kicked, or she didn't respond at all: "Isn't it really dead? How can I say it is also a senior knight. Is there such a good fight "" He said, picking up a flying knife and thrusting it into her shoulder blade, but still no response, didn't even move.
Senior Warrior Chang breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that it is really dead, which is a pity. There are too few people playing flying knives on the mainland, and it is difficult to run into one. Yes, you and I have fought two battles in succession, and the wounds are not light. You will never die again. It’s really unreasonable. Come on Guyla, we’re done here."
After waiting for a while, the senior soldier withdrew Guyla and turned to leave. The silhouette of the street lamp slowly stretched.
Bertha lying on the ground motionless slowly lifted up: "Fortunately, the art of steel protects my visceral bones, but... just does not seem to have learned it completely!" The eyes looked slowly away The senior soldier was cold, biting a dart in his mouth and flicking his head, which just happened to be on the senior soldier's back.
"You haven't died yet?" The senior soldier turned to look at her, but looked very happy. He didn't suffer any injuries from this dart, but pierced his thick clothes: "Unfortunately, this dart's I don’t have enough strength, otherwise I have to get hurt a little bit."
Bertha said with her arms down: "Don't you say you want to win against me? How can I die."
"Yeah, great, then let's get started." He said and took out the flying knife again.
"Slow down." Bertha suddenly smiled. "Don't you want to know why I pretended to be dead?"
"Huh?" the senior soldier asked puzzled.
Bertha took a few steps back and stood in place, not answering his question, but said: "I pretended to be dead, just to insert this dart into you without fail."
The senior soldier's face changed: "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean? Haven't you noticed that there are not many darts left on me." said Bertha's eyes and glanced around.
Bertha's darts are thin and long, and can be placed on a special leather buckle in several layers, hundreds. I used a lot before, but there are dozens of them left on my body, but now there are only a few left.
The senior soldier looked around and saw her darts on the wall, on the lamppost, and on the snow. Every dart seemed to carry a lightning trail, and he was completely in it. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he felt uneasy and hurriedly pulled the dart from his back: "What the do you want to do?"
"You will know right away that electricity can attract each other." Bertha crouched down and pressed on a dart on the ground, which was written with blood as a magic character. As the magic moved, all the darts were connected with electricity, and all of them were connected to the dart in the middle.
The flash of thunder and light was only a matter of a moment. After the electric light was dark, I saw that the hearts of the senior soldiers had dozens of darts filled.
"...Uh...you..."
Bertha said coldly: "Use your head before you start, am I okay to come out and let you fight?"
The senior soldier fell to the ground, twitched his body a few times, and died completely. Before long, a hole was opened in the void above his body, and Guyla crawled out of the hole.
A special space can be formed in each person's body. After life is dead, the space is broken, and then Warcraft has nothing to do with the owner.
But Bertha's heart mentioned her voice, and now she has no strength to fight, let alone deal with Guyla, I really hope that Guyla will not think about anything else.
Some Warcraft are the most vengeful, many people who have experienced difficulties in defeating their opponents are finally killed by Warcraft returning to freedom.
Guyla stared at Bertha with a pair of small squinted eyes. It seemed to see that the other party had no strength, and slowly took a step toward Bertha.
Bertha frowned.
Guyla saw that she didn't move, and took two more steps in a hurry.
Bertha had a bad heart, only to follow in the footsteps of those who died.
Suddenly, I heard Carter's cry from afar. Guyla heard an outsider coming and ran away as soon as he smoked. It had just been freed, but he didn't want to become someone else's slave.
Bertha was relieved and fell to the ground all at once. The injuries she suffered were not light at all. There were more than a dozen visible scars on her body, and four flying knives were inserted into her body. It can be said Only half a step away from death. She panted on the ground, panting heavily, took out two medicine blades from her pocket and swallowed, and could only wait for Carter to save herself.
...
Time went backwards, and before the battle between Carter and Bertha started, Jack was in trouble. He hurt his heart, this guy in front of him is much more powerful than Bertha...
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