Gamers of the Underworld

“What! How did we get surrounded?” Edward roared. It was the same situation they had been in two months ago. They were surrounded once again.

How did the enemy plan all of this?

Edward felt immense fear. He could give the excuse that they had only 200 bandits the previous time. But now, they had 2,000 bandits. Despite that, the enemy had anticipated his every move. Who was such a genius? Was it Lancelot?

Though Lancelot was an excellent Knight, Edward didn’t believe that Lancelot would be so intelligent. Who was it?

Edward chose a direction with the least activity and shouted to his bandits, “Follow me! There are enemies over there. Let’s kill them!”

Edward shouted, only needing a small portion of his bandits to follow him.

He led his small contingent and charged out.

As Edward charged out, he saw waves of the enemy dashing out. There were only about 100 of them, so Edward was confident he could deal with them.

He charged over, and his scissors ended a Fairy’s life. The Fairy’s wings and the body were cut in half.

A naked Human wielding a Large Shield charged forward and screamed, “Ahhh”. Edward controlled his horse and charged head-on. With his speed, if the Human wasn’t a fool, he would give way because the horse would maim him!

The naked Shieldbearer didn’t care about his life. He held on to his Shield and collided with Edward.

The Human was sent flying, while Edward’s horse fell to the ground. Edward lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

Edward lifted his head. Everything was happening out of his expectations.

Edward stood up, and his loyal bandits rallied around him.

Before the fallen white horse had a chance to stand up, the bleeding Human crawled to its with the intention to caress it. At the last moment, he perished, killed by the impact.

“Boss, are you alright?”

“I’m alright. Prepare to charge out! We have to get out of here,” Edward said to his bandits, though some of them were already charging out.

Behind those 100 enemies were tens of other reinforcements. They were heading towards Edward, and the woods were filled with the movement of torches.

Edward unsheathed his Sword and screamed as he charged forward.

His enemies were right before him.

Edward swung his weapon skillfully. With his superb combat skills, he was like a wolf among sheep. Each slash created bloodshed, and nobody was his match.

The enemies suffered serious casualties, but they weren’t scared and had no intention to flee. It wasn’t the first time Edward had encountered such a situation, but he felt shocked and intimidated.

Why was their willpower so strong?

Edward didn’t know. He only knew that he had to get out.

He decapitated a Human and slashed at a person at his side, but his Sword was parried by a Shield.

Behind the Shield was a face that Edward found familiar, the leader that he had killed yesterday! The Human called Dragonborn!

Wait a moment, wasn’t he supposed to be dead?