Facing Brother Black's questioning, Sheyan chuckled and replied.
"Of course. During the auction, I've consecutively plundered two items that the gypsies were determined to obtain! According to the temperament of that bunch of old hag, they would've definitely fought me to the bitter end. Instead, their response was to yield. "
"Without a doubt, there are only two possibilities. Either they don't have the money, but from the gold guineas they spent to purchase the item, that possibility can be eliminated. Or, they have a method to obtain the item without spending any money! Therefore, I shall be pleased with myself for now. "
"When I left the auction house, I discovered that woman had been staring at me. Following that, I carefully inspected my body and discovered this on my sleeve."
As he spoke, Sheyan raised his left arm. One could shockingly observe a fingernail-sized red heart mark on his sleeve. This mark was like a birthmark embedded within the fabric of his clothing, and couldn't be erased even if one were to forcefully scrape it off. And for ordinary people, it was very rare for them to see this location. If not for Sheyan's suspicions, he would've similarly failed to discover it.
"This mark should be the mark that the gypsy diviner left on my body. Relying on this mark, they could easily locate me. Therefore, to avoid alerting the enemy, they would've abandoned their surveillance on me and cast a long line to catch the big fish. This gave me a golden opportunity to borrow the might of the vikings and catch them unprepared! "
Reef suddenly asked.
"But, aren't they extremely fearful of Little Fokke's diary?"
Sheyan replied.
"We've placed the diary in our party room. That place can be considered as another dimension, and can isolate all connections between the diary and this world. Therefore, the gypsies should've assumed that I didn't carry the diary with me, and naturally acted without any restraints."
While the trio conversed, Rollo and the other two incomparably valiant vikings had already slaughtered the gypsy slaves into a disorderly mess. They were simply like tigers pouncing into a flock of sheep. Nevertheless, a large batch of gypsy slaves emerged from the darkness once again. They remained indifferent to death as they charged over silently. Sheyan then ordered his pirate underlings to assist.
Facing the swarm of close to a hundred gypsy slaves, even the mighty vikings felt pressured. The main reason for this was because they weren't adept in prolonged battles. Using the words of Sun Tzu's Art of War, he had already passed the period of "one spurt of energy" and had entered the period of "declining again".
Although the single strike damage of those gypsy slaves was low, they weren't afraid of death. As they swarmed forth with all sorts of pitchforks and rakes, the damage they dealt was rather impressive. Of course, the most shameless aspect was that some gypsy guards had infiltrated into the midst of these male gypsy slaves.
At this time, these guards were disguised as male slaves, but they had daggers hidden on their bodies. Their lethality and fighting strength were much stronger.
Sheyan had personally witnessed how the viking warrior Rollo had carelessly parried an attack in the midst of the chaotic battle. As a result, a guard had closed in on him and stabbed a dagger into his abdomen. Then, without giving Rollo a chance to retaliate, the guard hastily dove into the crowd!
From this, it could be seen that the gypsy woman behind the scenes possessed considerable commanding capabilities. Although Sheyan's meticulous arrangements had caught her off guard, within a short span of time, she was still able to pinpoint the weaknesses of the vikings, and devise a countermeasure against them! Such an ability could be said to be rather hard to come by. No wonder the gypsies were so confident in her ability to deal with them.
With such a sudden change in formation, the three vikings felt as though they were birds startled by the twang of a bow, as though every bush and tree was an enemy. That was because every enemy in their surroundings seemed capable of inflicting heavy damage to them. Hence, they had to maintain a high state of alertness, and treat every peasant as a formidable foe.
Would the incoming cleaver of the enemy evolve into something else? Would the incoming dung fork be a feint or a random stab? Would the incoming object be a stone or a lime pack?
They had just witnessed one of the pirates under Sheyan's command being careless and cleaving apart a lime pack. Subsequently, the pirate's head was drenched with lime as he fell into a state of blindness. After wailing miserably as he rolled on the ground, he was trampled to death by a group of lowly slaves....
Seeing the situation gradually deteriorating into a disadvantageous position, Reef seized the opportunity and unleashed a 'Shattering Cardiac Roar'. A formless shockwave rippled out in a ring shape. Not only did the shockwave inflict considerable damage to the gypsy slaves, a devastating negative effect lingered on their bodies like maggots in a tarsal bone. Initially, they could only rely on their advantage in numbers to advance.
More crucially, under the impact of Reef's' Shattering Cardiac Roar ', those gypsy guards who were mixed in with the gypsy slaves could no longer conceal themselves. Appearances could be faked, but personal qualities couldn't be faked. The damage they received from the shockwave of the 'Shattering Cardiac Roar' was evidently lighter than the gypsy slaves, and their speed reduction was also weaker. Hence, with a little attention, these gypsies would be like fireflies in a summer night.
At present, it was time for Mogensha to display his might. Puffing on a cigar, he squinted his eyes as he casually pulled the trigger. Then, he proceeded to slaughter those concealed 'nails' within the gypsy slaves. Following that, Reef led a few pirates, as they effortlessly and joyfully chopped down the remaining pitiful gypsy slaves.
The three gasping vikings finally heaved a sigh of relief, as they propped themselves up with their weapons and panted heavily. Brother Black casually tossed out a box of 'Sudan' ointment to them. After smearing it on their wounds, they would rapidly recover their fighting strength.
At present, although the gypsy slaves' attacks were completely ineffective, they continued surging forward in despair and frenzy. Using their tenacious will to battle, they welcomed their fate of being chopped up. At present, as Sheyan observed the battle, his eyes suddenly squinted.
"Reef, take note. These gypsy slaves are rather strange. Once they are chopped down, they don't even have the will to struggle, and directly turn stiff."
Reef was startled, before he immediately confirmed Sheyan's words.
"That's right, that's indeed the case. Let me take a look. Eh, the soil beneath our feet is starting to redden! "
"It seems like the mastermind behind the scenes is arranging everything." Sheyan replied indifferently.
"Then, these gypsy slaves and guards are destined to be expendable from the start. If they can finish us off, that's fine. But even if they can't, their corpses and blood will be thoroughly sacrificed, and become a part of the next assault."
Sheyan's lips curled into a sneer as he shouted loudly.
"Everyone, stop fighting. Stop killing from now on! Everyone, break out towards the west. The gypsies are adept at using blood and corpses as sacrificial offerings. We must leave this damned place at once! "
After Sheyan issued his command, Reef instantly roared out his' Shattering Cardiac Roar '. A shockwave swept out like a hurricane, as the gypsy slaves staggered from side to side. After everyone had gathered together. Sheyan raised a roll of black object and tossed it into the air.
After that object soared 5-6 metres into the air, it instantly emitted a faint golden glow. It appeared to be a roll of tree bark, and was indeed the 'Birch bark of Kritaskf' of the vikings. The tree bark transformed into specks of golden mist in the air, before seeping into the bodies of Sheyan and the rest. Simultaneously, the group received an astonishing boost in strength, as they charged towards the west. Soon, they were about to break through the home field of the gypsies.
Yet at this moment, a sharp shrill resounded. Three figures strode out with heavy steps from the darkness, obstructing the path of Sheyan and the rest. The three of them were clad in thick and heavy medieval armour that resembled a steel fortress. As they walked, metallic clanging sounds could be heard, and they wielded long halberds in their hands.
One of them looked rather familiar. After some careful consideration, Sheyan recognized him. He had seen this man before in the gypsy golden tent. Back then, he was in charge of killing the escorts, and pushing them into the ritual circle. At present, he gazed at Sheyan with an apathetic gaze, as though he was a puppet that had lost its soul.
Charging ahead, the viking warrior Rollo roared wildly as he swung his twin hammers, carving out a pitch-black arc in the air. Even the leaves on the ground were swept up into the air. One could tell how immense his strength was! Indeed, fierce warriors like the vikings were more proficient in breaking through the enemy's defenses!
Although the three gypsy guards knew they weren't a match for Sheyan, they didn't evade or evade. Instead, they raised their weapons to meet him head-on! Evidently, their mission was to obstruct the enemy from escaping. Even if they had to sacrifice their lives to gain a second, it would be worth it!
Clang! Sparks splattered in all directions as the two gypsy knights staggered backwards. The halberds in their hands were slightly bent from the impact. Lolo also let out a muffled groan and staggered a few steps back.
Instead, this formidable viking warrior wasn't fighting alone. Two other vikings rushed forward, brandishing their heavy weapons and smashing down. The remaining pirates weren't the slightest bit gentlemanly, as they rushed forward and unleashed a flurry of slashes!
Seconds later, the armour of those three gypsy knights had been utterly tattered. Deep cracks crisscrossed the surface of their armour, penetrating deep into their flesh. Amidst the mess of flesh and blood, those three gypsy knights were vomiting mouthfuls of blood. Yet, they continued brandishing their weapons to obstruct their foes on the verge of death! (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to donate your recommendation votes or monthly votes to me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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