Kunta is not very good at it, but as a believer of the ancient god, his body has changed since the day of completing the sacrifice, and his speed and strength are far superior to ordinary people. He has lived in the valley for a long time, and his big eyes are more useful than ordinary people in the thick fog.

Although he accidentally lost to Manda, who would have thought that a twelve-year-old boy had Jurassic combat experience? Under normal circumstances, Quinta could easily deal with two or three ordinary people.

But today these three people were obviously unusual. The seemingly clumsy fat man not only noticed Quinta's sneak attack, but also made a counterattack accurately. More importantly, the other two people were not separated. They were hiding in the thick fog and ready to surround the enemy.

This is not a short defense strategy, but a trap to lure the enemy into deep. Quinta found himself fooled and was looking for a chance to escape. In the night fog, just run out for more than a dozen steps and disappear from the opponent's sight.

But the other party did not give him a chance. The three of them stood in a well-proportioned manner, blocking all routes of Quinta's escape.

If you don't kill one, you may not be able to leave it.

Quinta looked carefully at the three people in front of him. The fat man was a cruel man, and a tall and thin man didn't look good. He was only a half-bald middle-aged man with a medium figure and a little bloated. It seemed that he was the only one who could deal with it.

Quinta rolled his eyes, lifted his dagger, and rushed straight towards the middle-aged man. His speed was very fast, and normal people couldn't even see his figure clearly, but the middle-aged man was not panicked because his speed was not inferior to Quinta at all.

He dodged himself and barely avoided Quintas' attack. Quintas didn't want to fight. Seeing that the other party had made way, he was about to rush out of the siege, but he didn't expect the middle-aged man to accurately pinch his neck. Quintas rushed forward, and the middle-aged man fought. The strength of both of them was concentrated on Quintas' neck. Quintas's eyes turned black and he fell heavily to the ground.

He almost fainted, but fortunately he was a little bit off.

He chose the wrong target. The middle-aged man was the strongest of the three. He pulled out a scimitar from his waist and pointed at Quinta's face and said, "Where is the count?"

Quinta spit out the dinner, he wiped his mouth, gasped for a long time, not caring about the other party's threat, and waved his sword desperately with a dagger. Seeing the opponent dodging backward, Quinta immediately stood up.

Smart people can make smart choices at the last moment, even if the knife is placed on their necks, don’t fantasize about the other party’s forgiveness. Quinta knows that no matter whether they answer the other party’s questions or not, these three men will never let him leave alive.

Quinta raised his sword and rushed towards the tall and thin man. After several fights, Quinta found that he was the weakest, not because of his poor skills, but because of his high center of gravity. If the first target was him, he might have successfully escaped now. Unfortunately, these three people were too tacit. Quinta successfully cut the tall and thin man's legs, but was kicked to the ground by the fat man.

"Where is the count?" The middle-aged man kicked Quinta hard, and Quinta coughed violently while covering her chest.

"I'll ask you for the last time!" The fat man slammed into Quinta's face and kicked him in the left eye. Quinta covered his eyes and moaned in pain.

"Kill him!" The tall and thin man stretched out his feet and pointed it at Quinta's neck. They knew that the valley was dangerous and did not dare to waste too much time.

Quinta struggled to climb forward, and saw that the tall and thin man was about to step on his neck. Suddenly, the other party's left foot softened and he fell to the ground with his back.

The tall and thin man seemed to have his tendons cut off. Before he could feel pain, his left leg lost function in an instant. He touched his knee bend and found that the blood on his calves had soaked his pants. The severe pain came. The tall and thin man wailed, and the sound echoed in the valley for a long time.

The middle-aged and fat man watched around and they were sneak attacked, and they had not seen the sneak attacker yet.

Fat raised his scimitar and wanted to kill Qunta immediately, but a slight coolness suddenly came from the bend of his knee, and he fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man's ears trembled and looked around. He saw a figure and heard some footsteps.

He was nearby, no more than thirty steps away from everyone. He controlled his footsteps well, had good choices of routes, and had clear goals. He only cut his calves.

Unexpectedly, he was hiding from a character who was good at sneak attacks. Seeing Quinta still crawling hard, the count stepped forward and stepped on his hand. He wanted to cut off Quinta's head with a knife, but he heard footsteps approaching.

The middle-aged man retreated, and the sound of footsteps also retreated, and the other party had the patience to deal with him.

Quinta gritted her teeth and continued to climb forward, and there was an uncontrollable warm current in her heart: I knew you would come to save me.

The sneak attacker in the dark is Manda. He has been struggling with whether to save Quinta for a long time.

The enemy is too powerful, and it is certain that these three people have nothing to do with the Claudesey family. The Claudesey Baron was just cooperating with them as an extra. He could easily mobilize the Baron, which could show the other party's strong background.

The combat effectiveness is extremely powerful and the background is amazing. It is obviously not wise to fight with such an opponent. Although he and Quinta have a deep friendship, just as Quinta said, he cherishes his life more, which is not shameless, and Manda has no concept of shamelessness.

The reason for saving Quinta is another consideration. What will happen if these people are allowed to leave the valley?

First of all, the valley's weak defense is exposed, which means that strong enemies may attack the valley at any time. According to the valley's current strength and Manda's position in the valley, he is likely to be incorporated into the suicide squad and become the first cannon fodder to die.

Of course, escaping from the valley is one of the choices. It is no problem to survive the Jurassic era, but if the enemy pursues it relentlessly, the situation is a different matter. He knows what the outcome of a single prey will be.

Night hunting is the talent of wild beasts, especially for some young guys who like to eat meat. If you can't learn the rules of survival in the night, you can only wait to starve to death.

These three people are considered beasts, but unfortunately this is not their territory. Although Manda is not particularly familiar with the valley, he is confident to deal with the enemy for a while.

In the thick fog, Manda's vision was not as good as Quinta, but he was more familiar with the valley than the enemy. He ran behind the fat man in a short stroll and slashed his golden finger on his back. The fat man cried out in pain and fought back, and Manda was gone.

Soon, Manda walked around the tall and thin man again, slashed his ankle with his golden finger, and the tall and thin man returned and hit Manda in the cheek. Manda rolled and crawled, disappearing into the fog.

Don’t expect a fatal blow. Just consider the timing and speed of the attack. If you succeed in the prize, you will run away immediately. The killing effect depends on luck.

Seeing Quinta crawling slowly in front of him, the middle-aged man didn't take action easily, he roughly judged Manda's position and whispered: "Stand out, otherwise I will cut off his head immediately!"

Manda smiled secretly: Do you want to lie to me like this kind of nonsense?

Although it sounds a bit contradictory, only by not caring about Quinta's life and death can there be hope of saving him.

"Bald, chop!" The gloomy laughter echoed like a ball of elastic in the valley, "Look at which of us is faster!"

Manda suddenly ran behind the tall and thin man, stretched out his five fingers and pulled a large piece of flesh on his back, and the tall and thin man sitting on the ground screamed. This was exactly the result of Manda's expectation. The louder his screams, the better. The three-headed dog and bookworm should have heard the echoes in the valley.

The middle-aged man tried to chase Manda, but after thinking about it, he chose to give up.

"Can you leave?"

The fat man stood up with difficulty. After walking two steps, he fell to the ground again. The tall and thin man worked hard twice and couldn't stand up at all.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and looked down at the ground.

There was a white line on the ground, which was the mark he left with lime when he walked into the valley. His two companions looked at the middle-aged man with a little panic.

"Don't worry, I'll go find a helper and go back."

This is still a nonsense, and he can't come back.

He left his two companions, ran along the white line and ran away.

After running for a while, the footsteps behind him gradually approached. The middle-aged man stopped immediately and turned around and watched. Manda also stopped and stopped and waited.

The middle-aged man turned around and ran again, and the footsteps approached again. The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and ignored him, but was hit by a stone in the back of the head.

I will run away, I will stop when you stop, I will stop when you stop, see the opportunity to attack. This is Quinta's tactic.

The stone was not small and had a sharp point. The middle-aged man's head immediately saw blood on the back of his head, but he still did not stop. Manda threw another stone, which was avoided by him. When Manda threw out the third stone, the middle-aged man used his light to judge Manda's position.

He suddenly turned around and chased after him, with an amazing speed. Manda quickly ran into the grass on the hillside, and suddenly heard the middle-aged man shouting, "Vine!"

A vine suddenly rushed out of a dead tree, wrapping around Manda's ankle, causing him to fall into mud. Manda struggled to get up, but found that the middle-aged man had come to him. He raised the machete, without saying a word of nonsense, and directly chopped Manda's neck. In desperation, Manda caught the machete with his hand, twisted it hard, and folded it into two pieces.

The middle-aged man was stunned. He knew that this child was a believer of the ancient god, but he could not see the gods that Manda believed in and the class he was in.

Is the blade broken with empty hands above level three? The middle-aged man was stunned. Manda took the half scimitar in his hand and threw it on the middle-aged man's face.

The middle-aged man dodged and dispelled his doubts. Believers above the third level did not need to fight in such a mess. Looking at Manda's back as he walked away, the middle-aged man said again: "Vine!"

In late autumn, the withered vines seem to have life, growing and hovering at an extremely fast speed, quickly weaving a large net, trapping Manda firmly in it.

Seeing Manda's ability, the middle-aged man took more defense. He let the vines wrap around Manda's wrist, making his palms unable to move, and lost the opportunity to use the gold fingers.

The middle-aged man quickly walked to Manda, stared at Manda's eyes and asked, "Where is the count?"

Manda struggled for a few moments and gasped, "Let me go, I'll take you there."

The middle-aged man licked the remaining half of the scimitar and stabbed Manda in the face.

This is unscientific. The villain died because he talks too much. Why did he speak so little?
Chapter completed!