Vol 2 Chapter 270: I have a name!

The airship gradually lowered its height, and white steam filled the sky above the fortress. The high-temperature gas turned into water droplets in the cold morning air, causing the slave soldiers around the airship to shiver.
A narrow metal spiral staircase was lowered, and a Templar wearing the same style as Abraham but with a more refined armor came out of the airship, carrying a long stick in his hand.
A U-shaped structure is connected to the front section of the stick, and lightning is constantly shuttled back and forth in it.
The new Templar knights walked down behind them. Four samurai wearing black full-length armor. The tall and heavy armor reminded the demon hunter of the horrifying champions he had faced.
The Templar seemed to have no intention of communicating with his colleagues, and simply waved his hand, and the four samurai behind him silently walked to the metal box containing the bug.
The demon hunter winked at the female warriors and gestured to be ready for an assault.
He had already seen many slave soldiers trembling uncontrollably with the corner of his eyes, and large drops of cold sweat dripped onto the ground along the bridge of their noses.
In the face of the former master, these slaves have been able to persist until now, which is already very good.
Abraham walked up to the new Templar with a serious face and bowed his head to salute him: "My lord, for your safety, please complete the loading task as soon as possible. One round of offense."
"I have my own measures, and you don't need to say anything." The new Templar looked at Abraham in front of him with interest: "Are you the lucky one who was singled out by the Master from the slave?"
Abraham still lowered his head and did not answer. Xu Yichen found that Abraham's calves were trembling slightly, and the slave soldiers who were close behind him began to tremble with their weapons.
"How do you feel waiting for death?" Fortunately, the new Templars focused all of their attention on the aliens in front of them, unaware of the aliens of those slaves: "Soon you will be the same as before. My friends have become food for the insects."
"Slaves will always be slaves!" The Templar said contemptuously, and the four black-armored warriors behind him had also installed the fixed ropes and the metal box hanging down from the airship.
"My lord, the fixation is complete and you can set sail at any time." A black armored warrior turned and reported to the Templars.
"Let's go, leaving this bunch of waiting to die here!" The Templar turned and walked towards the cabin. If it weren't for this slave-born Templar, he wouldn't get out of the floating boat.
This fellow of slave origin is simply a shame to the Templar class. Fortunately, after a period of operation, this fellow was placed in a mortal post.
Master Werther temporarily called the order of the floating boat, but it gave him a bit of attention to look at the slave's desperate expression, and he could talk to others when he returned.
It's a pity that this person is too ignorant, has no self-knowledge that death is imminent, and wastes his time.
"Wait! Your lord!" A wounded lone wolf mercenary blocked the Templars' path: "What about us! We should evacuate with you! Our mission does not include waiting for death here!"
"Sorry, outsiders, my mission doesn't include taking you along this one!" The Templar looked at the mercenaries in front of him with a frosty face, feeling that these outsiders were really uneducated.
So he raised his chin at the black armored warriors, and the black armored warriors dragged the man back like a dead dog. From the power point of view, the strength of these men was above the mercenary.
The sword and shield warrior and the great archer glanced at each other. What the Sairis said was true. The mage really wanted to deliberately cheat them!
"Do your job, outsider!" The Templar looked up at the floating boat in the sky: "Otherwise you will die immediately!"
Following his gaze, everyone saw a pair of sharp arrows pointing at them on the porthole of the floating boat, and behind the arrows were a pair of cold and merciless eyes.
The mercenaries who came in the airship knew that forty armed men could be easily carried in this kind of flying object that had never been seen before.
What's more, the floating boat in front of you is much bigger than the one when they came!
Everyone looked at the Demon Hunter, who was the Sairis again, and hoped that he had been prepared for this situation.
The demon hunter lived up to expectations and blew a strong whistle, attracting the attention of the Templars and the black armored warrior: "Hey, fool, be careful behind you!"
The Templar looked back suspiciously, and what greeted him was Abraham's iron fist. The fist with a metal glove easily broke the bridge of the Templar's nose with half of his teeth.
"I have a name!" Abraham's eyes flashed with anger: "My name is Abraham Lincoln!"
In the next second, the ranger continued to draw the bow, and before the archer on the floater could react ~EbookFREE.me~, they killed two people.
Behind him, Mancini raised the military crossbow in his hand and fired his own crossbow bolt at close range, piercing the head of a black armored warrior through the gap in the helmet.
The female warrior yelled violently, and took the shield in her hand and knocked a black-armored warrior to the ground against the rain of arrows. Next to her, the bare-chested barbarian berserker swung a great axe and dodged one of the opponents. Arm.
"My wild cow, you fascinated me!" The mad cow followed the female warrior excitedly, helping the other side to block the attack of another black armored warrior.
Vittoriya had a dark face and said nothing. The flails in her hand were waving higher and faster than usual, and her opponents could only parry.
The slave soldiers seemed to be shocked by the picture in front of them. Maybe they were used to killing each other with bugs when they were under control, but this was the first time they used their will to wave weapons at the enemy.
And this enemy is the master who was once aloof.
This made them lose their chance and were shot down by the archers on the airship.
"My brothers! It's time to prove yourself down!" Abraham held the Templar's hair in one hand, and lay his sword across the opponent's neck with the other hand, shouting: "Are you afraid? You can speak loudly now. Shout out! Are you afraid of death? Prove it to me! Kill me all the offal!"
"Ah!!!!!!" The slaves burst out with a chilling roar, carrying their spears against the rain of arrows, and rushing in along the opened hatch.
Although their weapon length is not suitable for fighting indoors, they still have teeth, nails, fists, and angry free hearts.
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