"Miscellaneous!"

The burly man sat on the stump and smashed the tree heart ant into slurry with a round shield. He chewed his milk strips, his teeth turned yellow, and his dark red beard was braided with fine grass vines.

The pyrbu horse kept shaking, and the sole of the hooves crushed the insects with thick knuckles.

He stood up, put his waist on his waist again, and checked the coins hidden in the inner armor of the iron buckle - his companions were not good things, and most of them were not clean.

Sobbing sounds came from the bushes next to me, and now it was the other scumbags' turn.

They are bandits, women are the hardest part of the trophy, and the venue sometimes affects the mood.

The guy with scars on his mouth was bitten by the tree heart ant while relaxing, and now he kept shouting and scolding. The country vocabulary and the mouth that lacks teeth and leaks is really annoying.

"This is just a small question. Can you be quieter?"

"The bugs don't care whether you look scary or not. Even if you show the knife, they will still chew you desperately. So let my ears feel more comfortable and enjoy the milk strips. Can you mix the ball?"

But the other party didn't listen to advice at all.

The man used his leather boots to stomp all the tree heart ants that could be seen. Not only that, he even unbuttoned his breeches and poured them a soak of yellow urine.

"nausea."

Beard frowned and chewed, shook his head and turned around.

The wooden box broke open in the rumbling sound, and the scraps splashed, almost cutting off the scar's mouth.

"Blind! You have a wolf belly, is there horse manure in your eye socket? Be careful that I will dig out another eyeball of yours!"

The person being scolded is a tall man with a bold hand.

The bark-wrapped wooden handle is soaked in stains, covered with oily patina, and iron blocks are covered with scratches and notches.

His left eye had an old wound, his pupils were white, like solidified wax liquid, his right eye was round and his brows were furrowed.

It's a typical unreasonable, violent guy.

"Shut up, I'm just frightened by him."

What the blind man said was a refugee who was seriously injured at his feet - a middle-aged man with a broken arm and his legs were pressed by a collapsed carriage.

The bandit just now broke through the wooden box and ransacked him, and found him who was dying.

"Save...help, please..."

The blind man was cursing with Scar at this time.

At the same time, the corners on the blade sank steadily into the land, scarlet blood poured into the gap, and the refugees lost their voices.

After the murder, the bandit straightened up and glanced around like a resting woodcutter. They saw two overturned carriages, messy wooden boxes, and desperate expressions of dead bodies in pools of blood.

Slaps and curses came from the bushes, and the bandits scattered around were prying open all kinds of luggage. The animals had been killed and hung on the pack horse, waiting to be pulled back.

This is a grass slope on the side of the road, like a flood discharge in the sea of ​​forests.

And they were the Internet, robbing the crowds who came from the south to escape.

The refugees carried cattle, sheep, carts, and sometimes pack horses, so the narrow mountainous areas could not be smoothly passed. They could only pray to walk the road and pounce on the embrace of the long-awaited bandits.

The war breaks out and fall begins.

Griffons, Fentites, and Fork Tail Dragons all began to look for their spouses in annoyance. You can often hear the collapse of giant trees and the terrifying howls. When you look up, you can see the raven rising up in the foggy forest.

The bandits' business is very good, and they usually leave prisoners or livestock behind. There is no need now - the refugees in Hangner come with all their savings.

The winter supplies were prepared in the beginning of autumn, and now everything is considered an extra wealth.

At that time, I will tie away a few women I like and avoid warlord robbery and lord cleaning in the mountains.

When the snow melts next year, hide your weapons and armor, walk into the town with a swagger, drink the best gin, sleep the wildest woman, spend all her private money...

Whoosh!

The bandit in charge of stalking whistled, took his fingers out of the yellow teeth surrounded by the stubble, and spit out sputum.

"Balov! (Bandit swears)"

Two or three chaotic strong men rushed out, cursing and putting on their pants and putting on their armor.

They were not worried about attacks, the whistle had already shown two messages - there was good stuff, no threat.

Therefore, actively preparing for war is to prevent accomplices and grab the treasure.

The horses rushed into the road with blood and weeds, and the bandits who were eating like hungry wolfs quickly surrounded the prey - riding a war horse with a good figure, haggard, lonely, and wounded on their shoulders.

Good luck, I will bet a big bet next time I go to Tygonda!

[The bandits' eyes were burning and gasping, and they had already begun to calculate what price your horse could sell.]

The man in the middle is naturally Adam, and he has been staring at this group of bandits on the map for a long time.

When he arrived here, he stopped at the calculated place and waited calmly for the formal meeting.

【Bandit】

【Attitude: obvious murderous intention】

【Special skills: armed fighting, robbery】

[Monologue: I want to strangle you with your intestines!]

"You have seven people, one of them will die in the end, but that's not a lucky one for him.

Does anyone want to recommend themselves?”

Adam raised his head, and his face was calm and profound, as if the bloody wind had passed through the woodland.

The bandits didn't care about the long sword around Adam's waist. After all, all the sturgeons still had thorns, but this young man did not beg for mercy or panic, and dared to interrupt his own share of the spoils.

Adam looked at the position on the ground, followed the [Scarlet Horse] up, swept over the [Plate Legs] and [Broken Dramatic], stared at the tall man with pale left eye, and continued to speak.

"But that person is definitely not you, after all, you will lose your eyesight forever."

"Miscellaneous, I'm going to cut off your limbs one by one!"

[Your relationship with the bandit deteriorates, and the other party raises his weapon in a rage.]

【Javelin Trap (Effective)】

The soaked vines pulled and straightened under the action of human power, and shot out the entire row of javelins at the moment of cutting them off, and the black shadows passed through the sound of the wind.

The blind man straightened his body, and the plasma splattered, and the javelin pierced his chest horizontally from his armpit.

The two riders next to him lost their heads forever, and the horses were panicking and slashing, and their leather shields slid to the ground one after another.

Adam clamped his legs decisively. The war horses had seen death and reacted quickly. They rushed out of the encirclement and plunged into the woodland vigorously, with the sound of hooves gradually fading away.

The movements were smooth and natural, and the curled Hangner sword even cut off half of the beard.

Hissing ~

The ferocious bandits raised their weapons and snatched their horses. The iron spears rushed forward with force, piercing through the trees beside Adam, and only a few dead branches fell.

"Skinned him!"

"I want to beat him to death with my own hands!"

"asshole!"

...

【Horse Trap (Effective)】

The bandit behind Adam flew up from the horse, and the unlucky guy had been penetrated by the wooden stakes covered by Changjiecao.

The refugee pulled the straight vine and was pulled out by huge force. Several palms were worn out, and the dispersed internal organs scared the women to vomit.
Chapter completed!