The trackers with wild fairies in front of them were waiting for opportunities to snipe, and the warriors of the Wilderness behind were wreaking havoc. "Avalanche" instantly fell into the predicament of being attacked from both sides. Ironically, it was only two people who put the mercenaries into a difficult dilemma. "Damn it! You're actually doing this!" Dracula couldn't help but curse. We lost the opportunity at the beginning and ended up in the extremely bad situation now. The man in black was destroying the anti-aircraft weapons behind him as if no one was watching. The heavy crossbow holder was swinging around like a piece of rotten wood in his hand. If he left it alone, the anti-aircraft weapons on the terrace would be destroyed in a few minutes. All turned into waste. But if he turned around to attack, his defenseless backside would be exposed to the wild goblin's arrows. There is simply no act more desperate than this. This situation, which is simply impossible in common sense, makes Dracula hesitate. At the same time, the destructive actions of someone behind him are still going on. The ping-ping-pong-pong sound was like mocking the mercenaries' powerlessness. Blue veins appeared on Dracula's forehead. He suppressed the anger that burst the blood vessels and gave orders to his subordinates to attack. "Split into two teams and attack! The one with the shield will deal with the archer, and the rest will deal with the one in black. Pay attention to cover!" In Dracula's mind, archers are usually synonymous with incompetence in melee combat. As long as the shield bearer makes an attack, situation, the opponent should stop shooting and retreat to maintain distance. Of course he did not expect these warriors with heavy shields to catch up with the archers, but their role was only to buy time to deal with the men in black. As long as the shield men suppress the archers' shooting, the "Avalanche" mercenaries can fight freely. No matter how powerful the men in black are, they will not be their opponents. Theoretically speaking, Gula¡¯s judgment was not wrong. But the problem is that the two people in front of him are outside common sense, so his tactics suffered a heavy blow from the beginning. In fact, the Fairy Queen ignored the shield men who huddled behind their shields and cautiously approached them, continuing to snipe at the mercenaries on the terrace. Under the cold moonlight, the bowstring of the wild goblin played: a prelude to the soul-soothing, and almost all the mercenaries who left the bunker ended up having their chests pierced by arrows from behind. Looking at their companions one after another, the mercenaries did not dare to use their own lives to test the wild goblin's magical bow shooting skills. They hid in the bunker and did not dare to act rashly. And while they were dilly-dallying, ah," he shifted his gaze to the mercenaries in front and raised the corners of his lips slightly. "Are you all ready? "¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡" Inform you? when? "Qilin expressed his doubts about her statement. "We have our own contact signal, and your human ears can't hear that sound. "Petis shook her slender ears and said impatiently. "So are you the same kind as bats? "Qilin tried to make a joke, but this poor metaphor aroused the displeasure of the wild goblin. "You are such a smooth-tongued man, can't you quiet your tongue? "Pilotis raised her eyebrows and mentally deducted the extra points she had just given to someone. Qilin froze in place with regret, while Pilotis reached out to get the flare, pulled the fuse and threw it into the void. " It emits a dazzling white light, illuminating the entire Schonburg and reflecting something nearby hidden in the darkness. "Huh?" "Qilin blinked and suddenly became excited. To be continued,