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Although there was still some disbelief in his eyes, he had seen blood and was a man of blood after all. He forced himself to endure the severe pain in his body, raised the sword high and chopped straight at the man, aiming at the neck.

The opponent's transformation was swift. As the sword pierced through the iron armor, he simultaneously exerted force on his wrist and slashed out with his own sword. The opponent was already prepared for a life-or-death struggle. After all, in a fight, there was no room for hesitation. The fear and panic of death could only be put off until after the fight.

The hand that was raised high suddenly swung down, as if sending a signal. The sound of the mechanisms being triggered one after another was particularly eye-catching in the narrow alley.

But Val remained calm as he raised his leg and kicked out, causing the guy in front of him to stagger twice. He quickly raised his shield again, and the long sword he pulled out of his flesh and blood was not scratched at all, and was not even stained with a trace of blood.

The moment he picked up the weapon, he had no idea of ​​retreating. Besides, for him, killing all the guys here was really not a difficult task, it was just a little difficult to explain. But they took action first, which was perfect. He didn't even need to find an excuse.

Without Val realizing it, he showed his immense disgust towards those guys, because he had never seen guys who trampled on the lives of their companions like this, especially those guys who had faces similar to the villagers, which made him feel even more angry, an anger that he could not control.

This may be a form of venting anger.

But Val doesn't care, because according to Steve, he has never been a good person in the traditional sense. All his values ​​and morals are based on his companions. He will ruthlessly kill any monster that can threaten the lives of his companions.

Of course, Steve is also his companion, the most important companion.

The impact of the arrow hitting the shield was fully transmitted to the arm, but it was completely within the acceptable range. The brand new shield began to crack, and the edge of the iron sheet wrapped on it gradually curled up. Some arrows slid off the shield and fell to the ground, leaving only a few traces on the shield.

Fortunately, at least I can hold on until the fight is over.

Val weighed the shield in his hand and found that the condition of the shield was much better than he had imagined. Perhaps it was because those crossbows were much simpler to fire than bows and arrows, and the process of charging power was eliminated, so naturally they were less powerful.

The raider leader who was staggered by his kick shook his head and looked at the arrow that fell beside him with some relief. However, when he moved a little, the wound on his body was affected and his face turned pale again.

He gripped his weapon tightly and backed away slowly, then he saw the shield that had occupied his entire field of vision slowly moving away. He immediately had a bad feeling, and the little face he had maintained was completely lost. He suddenly threw himself to the ground and rolled to the wall of the alley like a donkey.

His shameless act saved his life and prevented him from being killed in two strokes like a shameful passerby.

But how could Val's arrow have returned empty-handed? It pierced another unfortunate predator with unerring accuracy, and the intense pain instantly robbed him of even the strength to struggle. He barely had time to stretch out his arm, twitching slightly, and trying to say something, but the next moment, he collapsed, and a moment later, he vanished without a trace.

This was no coincidence; that was the variable he had calculated from the beginning.

On the battlefield, the supplies they have are not enough for them to squander. After all, the overwhelming army may have more arrows than they have prepared, so each of them will calculate many variables in advance to ensure that their attack will not be in vain.

Even if it's just a short period of reasoning, it's still no problem to predict the actions of two people. If the second person also hides, then there's nothing you can do.

After all, he was not given enough time to calculate and think. It was already quite difficult to find the connection point between two people at a tricky angle in such a short time.

As the first plunderer fell, the plunderers who were watching the show clenched their weapons with horror on their faces and decided to fight for their lives.

441 The Sixth

First.

After shooting the arrow, Val raised his shield, which was beginning to be damaged. He only heard the sound of something falling and judged that his arrow hit the target.

There are 11 left.

He didn't hold up his shield properly, and it wasn't big enough to protect him completely, but Val wasn't worried that those guys would shoot him from the front. God knows why the shield has an unparalleled attraction to arrows. Any arrow shot from the front, as long as it didn't miss, would only hit the shield.

This kind of inexplicable thing has always been unreasonable. If it weren't for Steve, they might have regarded it as part of the laws of the world.

Just like their awakening and resistance.

At the beginning of the fight, Val keenly discovered that the guys in front of him were completely different from them, not in terms of personality, but in their deviations from the world and the villagers.

Through observing the other party, Wa finally understood why he always felt that there was something wrong with those pig spirits.

That's because they have a fixed, outdated understanding of the world, and are incredibly slow to accept new things. They have no desire to innovate, and even believe that the underlying logic of the world is how it should be, and that all changes are natural...

But this world used to be just someone's playground. It was only until the changes that took place until now that proved that this world truly had a soul and was out of Steve's control. Every day, extremely drastic changes were taking place, and they were unaware of it.

Some older villagers still have memories of the past, and naturally remember the dullness and lifelessness when everything changed drastically. Village Two is one of them.

Even for him, those muddled days were more terrifying than any other hardship.

Therefore, he felt that it was not surprising that the world was undergoing any earth-shaking changes, and he did not find it strange even if something he did not understand appeared. But those guys were different, so they still had no way of understanding what the magical shield was. Even if they aimed at the gaps, they could not hit him. Those guys would probably just think that their touch was not good today.

The sound of trigger pulling was even more frequent than before, but it was not orderly at all. It was very scattered and there was no coordination at all. They were just struggling to do the only thing they could in fear.

I don’t know whether I can survive, and I don’t know if it will be of any use, but if I don’t do something, I will probably go crazy before I die, right?

One.

The shield felt heavy for a moment, pushing his arm back slightly. That was the impact of the arrow.

Two, three, four... ten.

Val was extremely patient, only glancing at it out of the corner of his eye, without ever lifting the shield.

Because there is still one arrow missing.

There were a total of 12 people over there, and with the enchanted bow with Strength 11 added, it would definitely take out one person if it hit the target, so there were only people left. He had just counted clearly that there were only ten arrows, and not a single one missed, all of them hit the shields.

If anything had missed, he would have been able to hear the wind whistling in such a narrow space.

So he took two steps back cautiously, adjusted his position, and pretended to escape.

He wasn't sure if the man would attack him while he was attacking, so he had to stay alert the whole time.

What is most needed on the battlefield is vigilance. No matter what kind of target you kill or how great your advantage is, once you lose your vigilance, you are not far from death.

But he couldn't just hide behind the shield just because the opponent didn't attack. That would be meaningless in winning the battle.

But he was not in a hurry. Those guys were already on the verge of collapse from fear. Once people are in fear, they are prone to making wrong decisions. He was very good at catching those mistakes.

Val suddenly remembered the sparring he had with Steve, the regular sparring that didn't involve the use of special abilities.

Sometimes Steve would use some tricks he had never seen before to beat him, but once the tricks were gone, or he used tricks he had already used, Steve never won, because Steve never lost his patience, and even if he showed a slight fake flaw, the other party would be fooled.

He moved his shield slightly to the side, just like he was sparring with Steve, as if he was about to launch an attack.

He exposed a simple flaw, but the expected attack did not come.

He had an unknown premonition.

As he moved his shield to the side, he slightly turned his body. At this moment, he was already at the edge of the alley. If he took just one more step to the side, he would be completely out of the alley.

Those guys still had terrified expressions on their faces as they loaded their crossbows and pointed them at him from a distance.

In just a flash, he saw the guy who was stabbed by him and fell to the ground in a mess, had crawled up, covering his wound and slowly retreating.

No wonder there was one shot missing.

Val suddenly realized.

He had been fighting on the battlefield for too long, and all he encountered were fearless monsters. Not to mention Steve, who didn't take his own life seriously at all. He was either on the front line or using death to bring about all kinds of incredible miracles.

Even the villagers would try their best to stab out that last thing before they died. Even if the monster was about to dissipate, they would grab the monster's legs and pull it to the ground before it dissipated, and be overwhelmed by the huge group in the war along with themselves.

He had almost gotten used to the situation where he would attack without hesitation as long as he was still breathing and conscious.

He had never seen anyone flee in such a panic after being only slightly injured. He remembered the time when he was most seriously injured and was almost on the verge of death. He used his last breath to kill the spider that was also running towards him with only one breath left, and then lay calmly on the ground waiting to die.

Because he was poisoned and didn't bring any milk.

But in fact, until Steve came over, he was still holding on to his breath, lying on the ground calmly, holding his weapon tightly, and he never let go even though his hands were shaking and he was almost unconscious.

Then Steve stuffed his mouth with golden apples. During that period, he had golden apples for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Even though the taste of golden apples was rich and delicious, after eating them for such a long time, even though he didn't have much need for them, he almost got pds from the golden apples.

That was how war was back then. It was either you die or I live, there was no turning back.

He drew the bow steadily and quickly, even faster than those crossbows.

The predator who took aim first fell to the ground with a dazed look on his face before he could even pull the trigger. There was no chance of rescue.

The remaining looters fell into even greater panic, but none of them dropped their weapons.

It’s pretty good, at least not as bad as I imagined.

Val judged habitually.

He thought that those guys would drop their weapons in panic, wail loudly and meaninglessly, run and shout, but they would never fight back.

No matter what situation you are facing, the worst thing is to throw away your weapon, because that means you are killing the last bit of hope with your own hands and burying the only remaining way out.

So he put up the shield again. The shield was shaking and looking broken. It looked very bad, but it held its ground and did not break.

The layer of iron ring on top began to fall down, leaving a shaky corner.

It looks like this shield is nearing the end of its life.

This situation was also seen by the plunderers. Although they didn't quite understand what kind of terrible item the piglin was holding that could easily make their attacks in vain, at least they had seen the dawn of hope.

This shield looks like it is about to break. Without the protective shell, can the piglin still be so arrogant?

They gnashed their teeth and watched with anger, completely forgetting that their original purpose was to kill each other, and completely forgetting that as soon as the other party escaped, they would die here.

What will a trapped animal do when it gets a glimmer of hope? Like a gambler who has lost everything, it will not hesitate to bet everything, including its own life and property, on the last remaining hope.

Generally speaking, at this time, gamblers are easily trapped. In the eyes of these gamblers, any possible flaws are false and are lies that want to deceive them and make them give up hope of life.

The plunderers unleashed a higher potential, taking turns to attack as if they had agreed upon it. Only the leading plunderer, covering the hideous wound on his abdomen, gave a cold look.

He didn't stand up, because that would be too conspicuous. He just crawled and climbed on the ground bit by bit. The other predators who found hope of survival had no time to care about this so-called former leader. They even hoped maliciously that the piglin would target the guy who had abandoned everything on the ground to survive, leaving only the instinct of life to keep climbing forward.

To buy them more time.

Those ferocious wolf-like eyes were glued to the plunderer leader, almost the same as the bad time before, but those eyes only stayed for a while before moving away. The plunderer leader could fully guess that those guys thought he had no backbone and no blood, and was a guy who did not need attention.

Instead of distracting yourself with him, it's better to find a way to kill the piglin first.

But he had fought with that guy at close range before, so he knew one thing very well: all the predators here combined could not kill the other party, they would only be a dish on the other party's table.

He continued to climb. The alley was not very deep and there was a dead end in front of him. It looked like a dead end, but he took out the ladder.

He climbed up in ecstasy, and stood on the top of the city wall looking forward. Freedom was in front of him. If he continued to walk underground, there would be a certain risk of being submerged by magma. After all, the underground was less peaceful than the world above, but this was at least a chance.

The plunderer leader greedily breathed in the scent of freedom, but he didn't dare stay on the city wall for too long. If that guy got his attention, he might not be able to escape.

He climbed the ladder downwards, only one step away from escape.

He was able to survive those two monsters last time, so how could this piglin take his life?

Just where he didn't notice, a creature that absolutely could not appear in this world slowly rolled out from the corner.

It was a pure black circle.

The situation on the battlefield over there was still stalemate, but the plunderers had already started to cheer and celebrate. They suppressed the joy on their faces, looking even more hideous.

The shield on Vaal had shattered, and it looked like the guy could no longer hide under his turtle shell.

But at the moment the shield shattered, an arrow accurately took away the plunderer who was aimed at first. The body rolled twice on the ground and disappeared completely, including the spilled blood.

When they took aim, there was no one there, only a tower-like block. They looked up along the block and saw Val looking down at them and shooting the fourth arrow in his hand.

Another companion fell, but the plunderers seized the opportunity. They concentrated their firepower and shot all their arrows accurately at the place where Val was standing. A scream was heard, but the sound was very familiar and had nothing to do with the piglin.

All the plunderers looked up in disbelief, only to see the body of one of their companions, riddled with arrows, falling from mid-air. Before it could hit the ground, it dissipated into white smoke.

They didn't quite understand what had just happened. How could their companions be dragged over without any resistance in an instant?

A few clever ones were already loading their next arrow, while a few foolish ones relaxed their tense hands, their crossbows slightly lowered, aiming somewhere unclear. Their eyes were vacant as they looked up, as if searching for the truth.

Then they saw a thin string with something invisible at the end, which hooked one of their companions. The guy just pulled it lightly, and his companion took off and flew into the air.

At this moment, Val was holding the fishing rod, calmly looking at the "fish" he caught.

He thrust his sword forward, stabbing it into the opponent's throat and then pulling it out, blood splattering on his face, and he just swung the fishing rod and threw the plunderer back into the crowd.

Then he turned over and jumped off the platform. As soon as he jumped down, several arrows hit the simple platform built with hell rock. When he jumped off the ranking and landed on the ground, he had already drawn his bow and accumulated energy. When he landed, he just raised his hand to aim.

The lucky plunderer who survived was also pierced through, and the blood on Val's body also disappeared.

sixth.

442 The Forgotten Little Robot

Val was dismantling the stone platform he had built earlier. Apart from the spoils, this was the only thing left to pick up on the battlefield.

He and Steve learned a lot of this interesting fighting skill, but he thought that apart from using it with Steve, he would never have any chance to use it. After all, the front battlefield would not allow someone like him to move around so flexibly. This was not walking on a tightrope, this was simply hanging himself on a silk thread on the edge of a cliff and seeking death.

Yes, except for the leader who was lucky enough to escape at the beginning, all the other plunderers died here.

There were no corpses, no blood, and no traces left. It was so quiet here as if nothing had happened. If it weren't for some arrows stuck on the ground, nothing would have happened here.

Oh, and of course, there are some ladders that haven't been removed yet.

"It seems I need to change this bad habit."

Val took off his armor and weapons with some dissatisfaction. Without those colorful and ferocious weapons, coupled with that silly and cute face, he turned back into the harmless-looking pig spirit.

Val has a habit of not chasing those who have escaped, because on the battlefield he is not only the vanguard, but also the backbone of all the villagers. For him, winning is just the bottom line. His real task is to bring those villagers back safely, without leaving any behind.