<h4>Chapter 540: Ambush</h4>


    Trantor: Trantion Nation Editor: Trantion Nation


    Towards Brother ck’s query, Sheyan chortled and replied.


    "Naturally, since I’ve consecutively snatched the items those gypsies greatly desired! Actually, knowing the personality of those perverted old hags, they would’ve definitely started a bidding war against me. Instead, her reaction was to relent."


    "That undoubtedly brings up two possibilities. Either she has no money, which we can eliminate as she purchased several items in the end; or she has a method to obtain those items without expending cash! Hence, she allowed me to becent with my sessful bids."


    "Before leaving the auction, I realized that woman had been consistently staring at me. Following that, I carefully inspected myself and discovered this in my sleeve."


    Sheyan stretched out his left arm as he spoke, revealing an astonishing fingernail-sized red heart vestige on the outer side of his sleeve. Like a birthmark, this vestige prated deep into the fiber of his sleeve. It was impossible to scrape it off. Moreover, few would be able to notice it in such an awkward position. If not for his suspicions, Sheyan would’ve found it hard to discover it as well.


    "This should be a notation that gypsy diviner has ced on me. With it, she can easily pinpoint my location. In order to prevent advertently rming the enemy, she forsook monitoring us; a n of using a long line to catch the big fish. Yet this offered me the golden opportunity to borrow the might of those vikings, to y them when they least expect!"


    Reef interrupted.


    "But, aren’t they afraid of the Little Lord Fokke’s diary?"


    Sheyan answered.


    "ced in our party interspatial storage, that diary might as well be transferred to a new dimension; screening away all rtions to this world. Therefore, those gypsies probably couldn’t sense, or determined that we wouldn’t carry the diary with us but kept it somewhere safe. Obviously, they would act without the slightest scruple."


    While the trio were conversing, Rollo and his ferociously unrivalled vikings had left the butchered gypsy ves in a scattered mess. This scene essentially looked as effortless as a tiger assailing a pack of goats.


    In spite of that, yet anotherrge swarm of gypsy ves appeared from the darkness. Treating death with contempt, they silently pounced forward.


    Sheyan immediatelymanded his pirate underlings to assist.


    This time, those mighty vikings started feeling pressure when challenged by nearly a hundred charging gypsy ves. This was mainly due to their poor limatization to prolongedbat.


    Speaking in line with Sun Tze’s Art of War, they were past the vigorous ‘spurt of energy’ phrase, and were into the waning phase.


    Although the gypsy ves inflicted poor damages, they drew in lifelessly as they stabbed forth with rakes and pitchforks; dealing impressive damages as a whole.


    Furthermore, amidst the gypsy ves, several of those gypsy guardians had shamelessly blended in.


    (TL:*Recall, the gypsy guardians are the second tier of gypsy males)


    Disguised in the same appearance as those gypsy ves, those guardians hid daggers within their bodies as they threatened with deadly killing intent.


    Sheyan himself personally witnessed a mishap.


    While attempting to fend for another viking warrior, the viking warrior Rollo had carelessly failed to block. In turn, a gypsy guardian sneaked in and thrusted his dagger into Rollo’s belt. Yet before Rollo had the chance to retaliate, that gypsy guardian had swiftly blended back into the gypsy crowd!


    One could observe that the gypsy woman directing behind the scenes, definitely possessed remarkablemanding capabilities. Although Sheyan’s arrangement had caught her off guard, she managed to pinpoint the vikings’ weakness within a short span of time, and counter-attack with precise focus!


    Such a capability could be said to be rather umon, and it was no surprise the gypsies were assured in allowing her to deal with their foes herself.


    Faced with this tactic, the three vikings became traumatized by those disguised assassins; feeling as though every tree or bush was an enemy. Every foe they shed with felt like the ones who could deal a severe strike to them.


    As such, they inevitably maintained a vignt state, and treated every iing ‘farmer’ as a menacing wolf.


    …Will that iing vegetable knife morph into a deadly cleaver? Is that thrusting pitchfork a feign or a casual reckless jab. Are those iing hurling rocks ordinary rocks or lime?


    They had just witnessed a pirate underling shing through a lime parcel carelessly, where burning calcium oxide blinded him instantaneously. After that pirate underling tumbled to the ground while groaning miserably, where the flock of despicable gypsy ves swarmed over and stomped him to death.


    Realizing the situation turning disadvantageous, Reef speared forth with a roaring ‘Shattering Cardiac Roar’.


    A formless shockwave ripple swept out in a ring, inflicting devastating damages and an area negative effect to them; its effects lingering inside their bodies like maggots infesting bones. The gypsy ves who relied on their superior numbers, were now moving with great difficulty.


    Yet more critically, Reef’s roaring shockwave instantly removed the disguise of those intermingled guardians amongst the gypsy ves.


    Exterior could be disguised but not interior quality. Evidently, the damage and effects they received from the roaring shockwave was much lighter than the gypsy ves. Hence, with careful attention, those guardians could be differentiated as clearly as fireflies during nighttime.


    It was time for Mogensha to demonstrate his prestige. While puffing his cigar, he squinted his eyes and gently pressed the trigger; sniping down those hidden saboteurs within the human crowd.


    Following that, Reef led the few pirates as they rapidly cut down the remaining pitiable gypsy ves.


    The panting vikings could finally catch their breaths, lowering their weapons to the ground and panting violently.


    Brother ck then casually tossed a case of ‘Sudan Ointment’ to them. After they smeared the ointment on their wounds, they swiftly regathered their strength to fight.


    At present, even though the attacks of those gypsy ves were mostly futile, they maintained a despairing rapaciousness as they lurched forward; embracing their despondent fates with stubborn fighting willpower.


    As Sheyan observed the battling crowd, his eyes squinted and issued.


    "Reef, pay attention to those ves. It is strange, they won’t even groan or struggle when cut down, but directly turn stiff."


    Reef was stumped momentarily, before he immediately verified Sheyan’s words.


    "You’re right, that’s the case. Let me see, eh? The soil beneath my feet is reddening!"


    "Apparently, the maniptor behind the scene is in action." Sheyan scoffed mildly.


    "Therefore, those ves and guardians had been foreordained to sacrifice their lives from the start. If they sufficed to finish us, then good. Otherwise if they failed, their corpses and blood would be offered and transformed into means for the next assault."


    Sheyan’s lips curled into a sneer. Then he bellowed out.


    "Men, halt your zealous hearts from killing for now! Everyoney siege to break through the west. The gypsies are good at employing blood and corpses for their ult magic. We must leave this ursed ground at once!"


    After Sheyan issued hismand, Reef immediately roared out with his ‘Shattering Cardiac Roar’; its shockwave ripple sweeping ahead fanatically, shaking the gypsy ves around into staggers.


    With the pirates huddling together, Sheyan raised up a coiling ck object and tossed it into the sky.


    As that object spun 5-6 metres into the air, he instantly emanated a dull golden brilliance. Upon looking closer, it appeared to be a coiled tree bark. Indeed, it was one of the viking’s ‘Birch Bark of the Hlidskjalf’.


    Golden showers of mist poured down from the tree bark, before irrigating into the bodies of Sheyan’s group.


    In a split second, all of them received a shocking enhancement as they speared towards the west; seemingly about to break free from the battling field devised by the gypsies.


    Yet at this instant, a shrilling voice pierced out. Three figures strided out from the darkness with heavy footsteps, as they blocked the swift advance of Sheyan’s gang.


    The three figures were d in medieval armour of immense thickness; appearing akin to a steel fortress. As they trudged forward, sonorous metallic nking could be heard. Their hands gripped onto long halberds.


    One of the knights was particrly familiar. After a thorough recalling, Sheyan recognized that to be the man back in the gypsy’s tent. During that time, he was in charge of escorting ves meant to be sacrificed; pushing them into the spell circle. At present, he red at Sheyan numbly as though he hadpletely lost his soul.


    (TL: The gypsy knights are the third tier fighters of gyspy males)


    Leading the charge, viking Rollo roared furiously as he hammered forth with his sledgehammer; carving out a deep ck arc in the air.


    Boom! Even the leaves on the ground spiralled into the air. One could tell how tremendous was his strength! Using brute strength to break their foes was indeed the forte of these mighty vikings!


    Even though the three gypsy knights understood the difficulty to equal such strength, they opted not to evade; raising their weapons to face the shuddering impact! Evidently, their lives were solely in existence to prevent their foes from escaping. Using their own lives to win an additional second would be well worth it!


    Keng! A thunderous impact resounded with sparks scattering. The two foremost gypsy knights stumbled backwards unanimously; the long halberd in their hands slightly crooked. Instead, Harold grunted as well while staggered several steps back.


    Still, the mighty viking warrior wasn’t fighting alone. The other two vikings simultaneously tore forward, waving their heavy siege weapons to smash forth brutally. Meanwhile, the other pirates were not individuals who understood a gentleman’s fair fight, as they thrusted broadswords concurrently.


    After a measly few seconds, the armours of the three gypsy knights had been badly battered; 7-8 deep crackscerated through them, revealing internal bodies of ripped and scattered flesh chunks.


    The three gypsy knights vomited out mouthfuls of blood, but still, they remained unyielding as they swung their halberds to hamper their foes!