In the blink of an eye, Kaman approached the green-eyed blonde man at a speed that Winters could hardly react, and pointed the latter's Adam's apple with his finger, stuffing the second half of the green-eyed man's words back into his throat.

In an emergency, another elbow was ruthless, and it directly shattered the sternum of the green-eyed man.

Until this moment, the sound of Ernst Fuller falling down, who had lost his support, was heard by others.

Also until now, Winters, Winters' guards and four masked men recovered their consciousness and made the next move.

Kaman has killed him, and Winters has entered the casting state without hesitation.

However, what the third hand feedback was not the familiar phantom pain, but some indescribable and unbearable tear-like severe pain.

Suddenly, unbearable severe pain seemed to tear Winters into pieces. He fell down in convulsions. Another Dusak defender couldn't help but exclaim, and immediately drew his sword and wanted to help Winter up.

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Winters trembled and struggled to get up, but in just a few seconds his clothes were covered in cold sweat.

"Don't worry about me." Winters supported the ground, gritted his teeth, pushed the guard away, and tried his best to point in the direction of the masked man: "Kill them."

In nine out of ten, the masked man was a court wizard. The showdown between the spellcasters was only in seconds, and Winters didn't know if it was still time.

However, he saw a strange scene: all four masked men fell to the ground, obviously suffering a great pain. The worst one twitched while suffocating.

Kaman was carrying a masked man's collar and cleanly punched the latter's Adam's apple.

There were more messy footsteps approaching, not the direction of the hotel, and the green-eyed man had other helpers.

Winters stood up shakingly, feeling the strength of his limbs recovered slightly. He pulled out his sword and ordered his subordinates to sternly: "Go back!"

The guard was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth and nodded, and rushed towards the hotel with great strides.

At this time, Kaman was already "handling" the third masked man.

Although Winters' limbs were still a little out of control, his mind was unprecedentedly clear. After a breath, he had figured out what was going on and hurriedly stopped Kaman: "Stay alive!"

Kaman looked up at Winters, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and his voice was filled with anger: "No one can be left!"

Before he finished speaking, he twisted the neck of the third masked man.

Winters roared unwillingly and held his sword to meet the enemy who came later.

All the changes happened in an instant. Before Old Schmid and Fuller came to their senses, Winters had already fought with the enemy who later fought.

It was not until the blood splattered on his body that Fuller realized that he was not dreaming. The fat white man woke up instantly and cried like a lifeless cry: "Kill someone!!!"

This shout didn't matter, and it immediately attracted the attention of others.

Old Schmid was so angry that he slapped the Fuller boy in the face, clamped the latter with his arm, and staggered to the hotel by the lake.

In addition to the four masked men, Green Eyes also brought more than a dozen swordsmen. As soon as they found out that something was wrong, these swordsmen who were originally ambushing around to prevent the target from escaping were immediately surrounded.

As soon as Winters and his enemies fought with their swords, they immediately realized that all the people who came were good players.

The sword that met Winters had strong arms and fierce offensives. Relying on the length advantage of the quick sword in his hand, he ignored Winters' counterattack and stabbed straight towards Winters' vitals.

Winters' sword of staff does not have a sword grid that can lock the opponent's weapons, and Winters has no time to entangle with the opponent.

In the flash of lightning, Winters "grabbed" the fleeting opportunity, placing a cloak and directly grabbed the other party's sword.

He held the sword in his hand tightly and did not ask it to move at all.

The other party was startled and did not abandon the sword, but pulled the sword and took the step.

With a moment of thought, a terrifying wound appeared in Winters' palm, and his sword pierced the other party's chest.

Winters was not in a fight at all. Before the other swordsmen approached, he quickly opened the distance and left the other party to sit on the ground with his wounds covering his wounds.

More swordsmen surrounded him, Winters urgently needed to restore his casting ability, but he did not dare to enter the casting state easily.

At this moment, Kaman dealt with the last masked man and kept supporting Winters.

Unlike Winters, Kaman has no temptation or confrontation. His fighting style is simple, rough and direct. His movements are as agile as a big cat, but the power contained in his fists is as terrifying as a bear.

The opponent's swift sword stabbed over, and Kaman directly pushed it away with his arm, then approached the opponent at an unparalleled speed, smashing the opponent's sternum or Adam's apple with one punch.

It seems that injury is for life, but Kaman seems to not care about injury at all, just avoiding individual key points.

When Winters solved the second enemy, Carman had already dealt with three swordsmen and bare hands in a row.

Witnessing Kaman kills his companions in succession with "cost-free fighting style" and "unexpected bare-hand fighting technique", a swordsman suddenly realized that he shouted like crazy: "You are...you are..."

Before he finished speaking, Jianshe suffered a heavy blow to his lower jaw. Jianshe fainted on the spot and was kicked by Kaman.

The still alive swordsman has discovered that the guy holding the sword cannot be solved for a while; the guy with bare hands cannot be dealt with.

No one has the courage to fight this kind of battle that will surely die.

A swordsman turned around and ran away, and then the other swordsman ran in other directions without hesitation.

Winters and Kaman didn't say a word and chased each other. Kaman rose and fell, and knocked down two escaped enemies in a row.

"Can you use spells?" Winters asked yelled.

Kaman roared and replied: "It's OK!"

The enemy had already run out of the casting radius of the cleavage. Winters pulled off two buckles without hesitation and shot two consecutive arrow-flying tricks at the back of the nearest enemy. The latter staggered and fell down.

Immediately afterwards, he threw a sword of staff towards another escaped enemy. The swordsman, who had already run a dozen steps away, was nailed to the ground.

While the Baron and his personal priest fought against the strange swordsman, Old Schmidt ran to the shiny lakeside building with Fuller in vain.

However, Old Schmid is no longer as strong as he was before, and Fuller is fat again and is chased after he has not taken a few steps.

The fat white Fuller heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and knew that he could not escape. He suddenly broke away from "Uncle Schmid"'s arm, cried and rushed towards the swordsman and continued to drink.

"The forge is lost." Fuller howled, "I can't live anymore!"

The swordsman was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground. The quick sword in his hand pierced into Fuller's thighs and came out through the fat.

Fuller suddenly let out a pig-killing scream.

The swordsman wanted to push away the fat man pressing on his body, but suddenly he got a heavy blow in the head and let out a painful growl.

Old Schmid held up the triangle stone he found on the lake beach, and made another harsh punch at the swordsman's head, opening the swordsman's lap.

Then the old blacksmith helped the Fuller boy up and stumbled toward the stone building by the lake.

There was another series of footsteps, but this time it was not the chasing swordsman, but Winters who came to protect the two.

Seeing the Baron coming, Old Schmidt seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to the ground panting. This didn't matter, but it touched Fuller's wound again, and the latter screamed again.

"Quiet!" Winters sternly scolded Fuller. He cut Fuller's pants and then checked the dim light for a week: "You are lucky, Mr. Fuller, you probably didn't hurt your artery."

Fuller sniffled and cried: "What...what does it mean?"

Winters did not talk nonsense to Fuller anymore, but looked at Old Man Schmid: "Old sir, are you okay?"

Old Schmid, who was a little dazed, shook his head blankly, suddenly came to his senses and pointed at Winters' left hand: "Are you injured?"

Winters shook off the blood from his left hand and tied his wrist with the rag strip of Fuller's pants: "It's okay."

A low moan came from a few steps away. It turned out that the swordsman who was driven by old Schmidt was not dead yet, and kept making faint sounds.

Winters walked over and saw that the swordsman's brain had flowed outside. He judged that the swordsman was helpless, so he used the cleavage technique to give the other party a pleasure.

He controlled it very accurately and did not cause too much damage. The swordsman's body trembled and his eyes lost their spirit. Winters sighed, reached out and closed the eyes of the deceased, stood up and walked towards the old man Schmid and Fuller.

Fuller looked at the "Baron Granashi" whose half of his body was stained with blood, his left hand and forearm were dyed red, and finally understood what the guard said, "Within five steps, no one is the enemy of the lord."

Old Schmid stood up tremblingly, his Adam's apple flipped, trying to say something.

Over there, after Kaman confirmed that all the corpses were completely dead, he walked over with his sword.

Kaman walked to Winters's swordsman who had just been "free". Although the latter was obviously dead, Kaman still stabbed a sword into the other party's heart before walking towards Winters.

Winters looked at Kaman and had a lot of words to ask, but it was difficult to speak in front of others. Finally, he nodded to Kaman: "Fortunately you are here today."

But this simple thanks instantly ignited Kaman.

Kaman threw away his sword and stood in front of Winters in one step. He grabbed Winters' throat with his right hand, and then grabbed Winters' wrist with his left hand.

His shoulders were trembling uncontrollably, and his eyes were spewing with scorching fire. He stared at Winters and asked gritted his teeth, "Do you know who they are?"

That familiar feeling appeared again, that inexplicable sense of oppression and needle prick.

The last time I felt this way was on a mountain outside the suburbs of Steel Fort. That time, Kaman also strangled Winters' throat and wrists and forced Winters to answer the question.

Kaman personally admitted that he did not distinguish between truth and lies.

But Winters had no doubt that as long as he spoke any lies, Kaman would immediately crush his throat.

"I can probably guess who they are." Winters answered honestly and as concisely as possible: "But I haven't seen them."

Silence, suffocating silence.

Kaman almost bit his lip, but did not move.

Then he asked the second question: "You use me to deal with His Majesty's men?"

"No." Winterstan looked straight at Kaman: "Never."

Carman continued to stare into Winters' eyes for a long time, and suddenly let go of his hand.

The feeling of oppression and needle sensation disappeared, and Winters was freed from the crisis of possible death at any time.
To be continued...