Chapter 30 - 22 Yatun Hill Barbarian (6000 words, please recommend)_2

Chapter 30: Chapter 22 Yatun Hill Barbarian (6000 words, please recommend)_2

"Enemy attack."

"Ah!"

The mercenaries on both sides reacted almost simultaneously, yet the arrows that flew from the darkness were faster.

"Thud, thud."

Two bodies fell, with only a third of the arrow feathers sticking out of the back of their heads, which on closer inspection, had pierced directly through their skulls.

"How is this possible..."

Such powerful bows, and nearly simultaneous hits.

"Who are you?"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

All the mercenaries who witnessed this scene were chilled to the bone. They wanted to strike back but were met with Nors's whirlwind of long spear moves.

His gaze sharpened immensely, and within his spear's movements, there was a thick air of loathing and hatred.

"Swoosh!"

The spearhead swept past the mercenaries' necks, and in an instant, blood spurted as four men fell backward at the same time.

"Hahaha, that's five for me, am I the leader now?"

As the words fell, Nors gripped his long spear and, like a silver White Wolf, pounced forward fiercely.

He charged into the crowd, not caring if they were mercenaries or merchants, killing everyone in sight without mercy.

"Humph, idiot."

Jiera's dissatisfied voice rang out as she reached for her quiver and took out three arrows at once.

"How can this fellow be so strong! Archers, where are you? Shoot, shoot now!"

The mercenary leader named Ouke had joined a mercenary group at fourteen, became independent at twenty-four, and then started from scratch to build this hundred-man mercenary band over twenty years.

But in just a single encounter, more than ten of his men were dead.

How long had it been?

"What are the archers doing? Why aren't they shooting..."

Ouke turned around only to see not the attacking archers but a scene of bodies on the ground.

She was using a one-handed sword, which was known for agility.

Among the People of Yatun, Inya's strength was merely above average, but compared to outsiders, she was a master among masters.

"Clang, clang!"

"Bam!"

Ouke managed to block Inya's attacks twice in a row, but was caught off-guard by a sudden kick to the abdomen and went flying, smashing into a tree.

"Are you really a big fish?"

Inya toyed with her one-handed sword, spinning it into a series of sword flowers: "But you're much weaker than the Tin-toothed Boar, and you call yourself a boss? You can't be serious, right?"

It was a joke Bailuo had once made, which Inya was now mimicking. The mockery in her tone nearly made Ouke spit blood.

"You damn woman!"

Three People of Yatun; they were honestly seeing ghosts tonight!

Had he kicked a hornet's nest?

That village turned out to be a den of People of Yatun!

Ouke now realized the situation; he had been deceived, duped by those damned foolish swindlers.

What harmlessness, this was harmlessness!!!

"Regroup! Surround them, don't engage, block with the shields!"

Ouke knew he had to fight. The ferocity of the People of Yatun was no less than a monster's.

But Ouke knew he was no match for Inya, so he ordered the remaining mercenaries to concentrate and immediately planned to use the overwhelming numbers tactic.

You absolutely can't go one-on-one against a Person of Yatun.

Fighting duels with a Person of Yatun was simply courting death!

Excellent command, superior equipment, a strong battle formation, and planning—that's the undeniable way to defeat the People of Yatun.

"Finish him quickly."

The voice came from behind Inya. Ouke turned to the sound.

But with one look, Ouke was stunned: "How, how is this possible..."

At a glance, he saw that the mercenaries and the servants accompanying the merchant caravan had become nothing but corpses on the ground.