Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

　　 Now there are a total of eight slaves left in the team. They rode horses carefully on the mountain trails. It has been a day and a half since the last battle.

　　 Then they gathered to rest under a few huge cedar trees.

　　 "Don't talk, everyone, there's a situation ahead!" Fackney said, looking at the mist that rose slightly not far away.

　　 "You first wait under the tree."

　　 "Pauly come with me, let's go to the front to investigate." Facknet ordered.

　　 "I'll follow along and take a look." Corleone stood up and said.

　　 "Okay, follow me carefully, pay attention to your feet, don't step on any branches."

　　 During this period of rushing, Corleone discovered that after the previous battle, he had one more attribute point. He was not very clear about the specific rules, but it was a good thing.

　　 He continued to add this attribute point to his power. At this time, his power was 10 points, which was already twice that of ordinary people.

　　 In addition, he found that his talent has been upgraded from level 0 to level 1, which can increase physical strength and willpower.

　　 It is a pity that he failed to get the talent points, otherwise he can upgrade the weapon mastery talent. At this time, his proficiency with two-handed weapons is still stuck at 60 points.

　　 A few people approached and hid in the grass, and found that there was an additional checkpoint on the small road in front of them. Initially, it seemed that there were at least 60 soldiers and knights.

　　 and also built a very simple wooden scout tower, on which there are several archers standing.

　　Faknet whispered, "Shhh, be careful, step back and let's go back."

　　 The three people returned to the cedar tree, all with very depressed expressions.

　　 "What's the situation ahead?" a slave asked.

　　 "Hey, there are at least sixty people in front of the checkpoint, it is impossible to walk past." Baoli sighed.

　　 "What should I do? If you go back, you may run into Marcus's chasers."

　　 "If we walk, can we walk to Queretaro?"

　　 "It's difficult. If you give up riding and just walk, let alone the time it takes, we don't have enough food."

　　 "Moreover, there is less and less vegetation going south, the more likely we are to be exposed."

　　 "That's better than sitting and waiting to die, what do you think?" the slave said.

　　Fakner said: "We can only take a chance, so let's unload all the supplies from the horse."

　　 "Oh, it's really bad luck, I..." One of the slaves kept muttering, and suddenly fell straight to the ground.

　　 "There is an enemy attack! Defense!" Fackney quickly surrounded the crowd, and some people blocked the buckler in front of him.

　　 In the bushes not far away, a male wood elf smiled maliciously and looked at the "prey" in front of him.

　　 A slave said, "Damn, where is the enemy?"

"Did you see it?"

　　 "No, I didn't find anything, **** it, isn't it a marksman?"

　　 "Can't wait any longer, the smoke from the checkpoint has disappeared, and we are likely to be found." Fackney said.

　　 "Everyone is ready to mount, then we will go back!"

　　 also ignored the enemies hiding in the shadows, and the remaining seven slaves hurriedly moved.

　　 And in these short seconds, another slave was shot and fell to the ground.

　　 Others desperately made the horse run, fearing that the next target would be themselves.

　　 Corleone also felt a sense of fear about this. Such an invisible enemy is really terrifying.

　　 The wood elf put away the bow and arrow in his hand, took a huge brown deer mount, and walked out of the forest leisurely.

　　 After a while, there was a noisy sound. Most of the people in the checkpoint rushed over, and they began to check the fallen corpse on the ground.

　　 "These guys wear our family's armor, and they use our weapons. Are they ours?" a soldier asked in doubt.

　　 A knight scoffed and said, "Are you stupid? If it were ours, how could you not come here directly, but stay here sneakily."

　　 "That's probably a slave who escaped from the mine. Isn't it worth 2,000 gold coins!"

　　 Everyone looked at the corpse in front of them greedily, and the wood elf coughed slightly.

　　 "They belong to me." The Wood Elf said.

　　 "Hey, mercenary, you'd better figure out the situation, these two slaves weren't killed by you alone." Several soldiers approached maliciously.

　　 "Are you sure you want to do this, human?" The wood elf looked at them disdainfully, and at the same time clenched the longbow in his hand.

　　 "Hey, you have a share, you can't take all the money, I can give you 10%, how about it?" said the leading knight.

　　 The remaining dozens of human soldiers have also surrounded the wood elves.

　　 "I want 30%!" said the Wood Elf.

　　 "Up to 20%, 400 gold coins, do you want love."

　　 Wood Elf's tone revealed helplessness: "Deal..."

　　 On the other side, Corleone and the others ran wildly without daring to stop. Unfortunately, on their way back, there was also a cavalry squadron, which had close to a hundred troops. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 One-eyed Pauly had noticed it at the time, and he asked Facknet anxiously: "What should I do now, I guess there are quite a few enemies ahead."

　　 "This is going to be flanked back and forth, what do you think?"

　　Fakner thought for a moment and replied: "Everyone dismounts, and all the materials that can be taken are taken. Let's go north!"

　　 "It is no longer realistic to want to go south through the forest. With so many people chasing and losing the shelter of the trees, we will definitely be discovered before long."

　　 "Oh, let's go north, let's go straight through the Madre Mountains, where the lush vegetation is our last cover!"

　　 Corleone didn't make any comments on this. After all, Fackney's decisions on this route were very wise, so he chose to believe in Fackney.

　　 Other people didn't make any comments. They were not locals, and they didn't know how dangerous the Madre Mountains were, and they all chose to trust Fakner.

　　 And in Fakner's heart, he couldn't help sighing. He had chatted with the dwarf Joe a long time ago and learned a lot about the vast forest in the north of Madre and what kind of murderous intent was hidden.

　　 But they have no choice.

　　 All the supplies on the horses were taken down and carried by the remaining six people.

　　 They are Corleone the Little, Facknet the Instructor, Pauli One-eyed, Mickey the Big Ears, Jack the Fatty, and Former the Long Legs.

　　The materials they carried at this time were a water sac, some dried meat and salt, a few packets of herbs, a small iron pot, and their own weapons and equipment.

　　 In addition, only the one-eyed Pauli and the long-legged Fomeer also carry bows and arrows, and the others use melee weapons.

　　 Everyone followed Fakner's steps and walked into the depths of the forest.