My health recovery is incredibly fast.

[Perception] 11

[Willpower] 10

[Mental State] 6

【Charm】5

[Character Strengths] Unknown

(Due to insufficient perception and knowledge reserves, no more information was obtained)

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The other soldiers were similar in build to Warick, only a few sizes smaller, and their attribute values ​​were correspondingly lower, with strength and stamina mostly around 10 points.

These soldiers were equipped with light crossbows and quivers, as well as a hammer and shield.

The metal one-handed hammer and shield have no decorative engravings, only a honeycomb pattern where the hand grips the weapon, improving the handling of the weapon and shield.

Warick lowered the metal visor of his helmet and silently gestured a series of hand signals to the soldiers.

Two soldiers stepped aside, crouched low, and walked toward the window of the bungalow, slung their shields behind their backs, and gripped their hammers tightly with both hands.

Snoring and low whispers could be heard coming from inside the house. The packhorses tied not far away were getting restless, and a soldier went over to calm them down.

Two soldiers stood guard at the main entrance of the bungalow, shields raised. Soldiers also stood guard at the back door and other windows.

Two soldiers responsible for shooting stood still, drawing back their crossbow strings and cocking them, the gleaming arrowheads aimed at the window in front of the house.

With a shield in his left hand and a hammer in his right, Warick walked step by step toward the main gate.

Apart from the slight squelching sound of the boots on the grass, there was no other major noise.

Valik stood at the main entrance, tossed the iron hammer in his hand, nodded to the soldier by the window, and let two cold eyes peek out from the gap in his visor.

Upon receiving the signal, the soldiers crouching on either side of the window swung their heavy iron hammers backward, drawing large arcs in the air, and smashed the hammerheads hard against the window that was covered by curtains.

"boom!!"

A loud bang was heard, the window panel shattered instantly, and wooden fragments scattered everywhere.

"Bang bang!" The crossbow string vibrated crisply.

Two crossbow bolts pierced the night in the forest and shot into the house one after the other.

"Enemies! Damn it, Kakuff, what's with your traps!" The leader's booming voice, mixed with the heavy nasal sounds of alcohol, came from inside the house.

"Cough cough cough... I... I've been hit by an arrow..."

"Quickly put out the candles!!"

The room was a mess, and five men were shouting and yelling.

Warrick, who was guarding the main gate, kicked the gate hard.

"Bang!" The door resisted stubbornly, but the lock betrayed it.

As the door swung open, Warick raised his shield and charged in with a roar, followed closely by two soldiers.

The two soldiers who broke through the window climbed into the house one after the other and swung their hammers at the flustered enemy.

"Whoa!!" The tall assassin leader dodged the hammer that was coming at him, grabbed a machete from the wall, and with a shout, slashed at the soldier in front of him, saving the arrow-struck Kakup from his grasp.

A shield slammed into the blade, colliding with it with a loud bang.

The soldier holding the shield was pushed backward by the force of the cleaver. With the help of his comrades, he regained his footing, let out a shout, and charged at the fierce assassin leader again.

The assassin leader swept his sword horizontally, the blade vibrating and whirring as it rubbed against the air.

Mars shouted in the direction of the low house:

"Lay down your weapons and surrender! You will receive a fair trial! Resist and you will die!"

"Go to hell! We're not cowards!"

The leader roared, his muscles bulging, and with a series of sweeping slashes he forced the soldiers back. He grabbed Kakup, who was standing at his feet, glanced at the wound on the man's back, and his face instantly darkened.

Kakup was sitting by the window when he was first hit by a broken window panel, and then shot in the back by a crossbow bolt.

A large patch of blood seeped through his clothes, flowing onto the ground and staining the wooden floor red.

This person who is about to seek revenge is definitely not going to be able to hold on any longer!

"Yes! We are not cowards! I will kill you all!"

Selenf, reeking of alcohol, wildly swung his double axes in front of him, the axes clattering against Warrick's shield as he laughed maniacally and fought the imposing soldier before him.

The round table was overturned, scattering the delicious food all over the floor, and the plates fell and shattered. Wine glasses and barrels crashed against the wooden wall and rolled onto the floor.

Pidov, who knew how to make poison, crawled on the ground, covered his head with his hands, and hid behind a table leaning against the wall.

He peeked half his head out from behind the table, his eyes filled with terror as he stared at his comrades and soldiers locked in a fierce battle.

He drank the least amount of alcohol and was therefore most acutely aware of the fear of being surrounded by the enemy.

"Why! Why did this happen! Why were we discovered the first time we met! Why?!" Pidov cried out in despair, clutching his long hair.

Puyev held a leather shield in his left hand and brandished a short gun in his right. He used the shield to block the hammer that came crashing down, but his left arm fell limply to the ground with a loud crash.

"Bang! Bang!" Two heavy blows landed on his waist, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The squirrel darted out from his collar and then quickly retreated back inside.

"Whoosh..." Puev lowered his voice and whistled softly.

The squirrel poked its head out, its small black eyes looking up at its owner.

"call out.."

Puev thrust his pistol with all his might, the sharp tip striking the soldier's shield, leaving a streak and making a piercing, shrill sound.

He blew a faint whistle again.

The little squirrel reluctantly rubbed its head against its owner's neck before hopping to the ground and darting around everyone's feet.

The little squirrel ran towards the door, about to escape the house.

The soldier guarding the door spotted the little one and raised his hammer high...

"No!" Puyev roared, "I surrender! Don't hurt it!"

Puyev threw aside his shield and pistol, raised his hands, and walked toward the door.

The soldiers guarding the door and everyone fighting inside were stunned.

The assassin leader swung his cleaver at the shield, the recoil causing his arms to go numb.

He was genuinely surprised to hear that his companion had surrendered.

In the moment he was distracted, a shield slammed heavily onto his machete.

"Roar!" The assassin leader gripped his scimitar and swung it back, the blade colliding with the shield with a loud bang, blood spurting from his hand, almost causing him to drop his weapon.

The assassin leader glanced at Puyev's raised hands in surrender and the squirrel darting out the door, and cursed:

"Damn it! We shouldn't have let you animal trainers get involved! What a jerk!"

A few meters away from the house.

Mars saw a cloaked figure emerge from the house with his hands raised, and he also saw the little squirrel that turned and climbed back onto its owner.

He stopped the soldier who was about to fire the crossbow bolt, ordering him to subdue the cloaked man, and then shouted into the house:

"Surrender! We don't kill prisoners! If you surrender, you will receive a fair trial! As long as you haven't killed anyone, you won't be executed!"

"I surrender! I surrender! I haven't killed anyone! I haven't killed anyone!"

Pidov frantically crawled out from behind the table, scrambling over the window with his hands and feet. He lost his balance and fell face-first off the window frame, landing in the dirt outside.

When the assassin leader saw Pydov surrender, his face suddenly turned anxious. He roared and charged forward, wanting to kill the traitor, but was pushed back by several shields.

Mars stood outside the house, instructing another soldier beside him to restrain the long-haired man.

"See that?! As long as you surrender, you won't die! I'll say it one last time, you will receive a fair trial! As long as you haven't killed anyone, you won't be executed!"

Only three assassins remained inside the house.

wrong.

It should be said that there were two people.

Kakup, who had been shot in the back, had completely lost consciousness. His face was pale and ashen, and he was barely breathing, practically dead.

"If you've never killed anyone, you won't be sentenced to death..."

Serenf held up his two axes, his eyes glazed as he reminisced.

A fierce expression rose on his face, his hooked nose drooped down to his mouth, and he burst into unrestrained laughter, seemingly insane, "Hahaha! I'll be executed? I'll be executed! I'll kill you all!!"

He took a large step forward and swung his axe.

Valic showed no mercy in capturing prisoners alive. His metal armor expanded, and in an instant, he swung two hammers, so fast that even Shazo outside the house couldn't see them clearly.

"Bang! Bang!" Two hammer shadows struck Serenf's waist from the left and right.

"Pfft..." Serenf spat out a mouthful of blood, the axe slipped from his hand, and his body slumped to the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of blood foam.

Only the assassin leader remained standing.

He leaned against the wall, a machete held in front of him, panting heavily, reeking of alcohol. "Come on, come and hit me, you bunch of bastards."

Mars walked toward the bungalow and stopped at the window.

The leader glanced at the figure outside the window—their clothing and light blond hair—and his taunts intensified, "Bah! Lackeys of the academy!"

Xia Zuo, who was floating in mid-air, frowned upon hearing the curse.

Mars, needless to say, saw the situation and knew that persuasion was hopeless, so he nodded to Warick, who was gripping his hammer tightly.

Pfft...

Several muffled thuds came from inside the house; these were the sounds of blunt objects striking flesh and blood.

Xia Zuo floated down, glanced into the window, sighed silently, and then floated even further away.

The stench of blood filled the room, and the sight of flesh torn and mangled by a hammer made him feel somewhat nauseous. Perhaps due to the stimulant, he didn't experience any adverse effects like nausea.

Mars' performance surprised Xia Zuo.