Mercenaries and Adventurers

On Kiel's side, the chaos of the crowd caused great trouble for his movement.

He had to push away the young refugee who crashed into him in a panic. He also had to raise his right hand holding the sword, for fear that the sharp blade of the long sword would injure the clueless refugee.

But even so, there were still people moving towards the north side of the open space while constantly turning their heads to look at the place where the battle was taking place behind them. Then he hit the weighted ball at the end of the long sword that Kil had raised.

With a bang, the person was knocked unconscious to the ground.

Pouting his lips, Kil raised his leg and kicked the unconscious fool aside so that he wouldn't be trampled to death by other refugees who didn't look at their feet.

With his left hand, he removed the elf metal shield hanging on his left back and then equipped it.

A large number of people crowded out of the front line of the battle, but within ten seconds, the front of Kiel was almost empty. There are only the gang refugees who are still being beaten back, and the fierce bandits who are fighting against them.

The number of bandits who rushed up at this time was less than half of the gang refugees, but they were completely suppressing them.

With just one glance, Kil could see that there were more people than the opponent, but the weapons, fighting skills, and even the most important fighting will were all far behind.

In terms of protection, there is not much difference between gang refugees and these bandits wearing colorful and strange clothes. Don't look at the robbers who are wearing animal skins and hanging human bones and other scary things.

However, in addition to being able to scare people and suppress opponents in terms of momentum, these things not only failed to provide protection, but also greatly affected the fighting of bandits due to their weight and size.

"A bunch of third-rate guys who are scaring people."

The right hand holding the sword fell on the helmet visor, and then the steel visor fell down, and Kil officially entered the fighting state. He whispered to himself: "I haven't fought for a few days, let's take advantage of them first."

Keir noticed that a larger number of bandits were gradually approaching not far behind the leading bandits, so he decided to push these people back to the slope of the river bank between the clearing and the creek.

"Step aside."

With a push of his shield, he pushed a gang refugee who had no intention of fighting to the left, and then raised his leg and kicked him. The metal boots directly kicked over the bandit who was raising his knife to cut down the gang refugee.

The man was kicked down hard, and then Kil stepped over the man. The long sword in his right hand came down and slashed across, and along the way, he took away most of the neck of the fallen bandit.

Dark red blood spurted out, reflecting the brilliance of life under the illumination of the surrounding fires.

"The opponent's leader! Ha, let's surround him and kill him!"

A bandit with a thick venomous snake wrapped around his body pulled out his long sword from the stomach of a refugee, and then shouted to the other two companions beside him. The three formed a small inverted triangle formation and killed him all over the body. Kil wrapped in metal armor.

"You're trying to wrestle a bull!"

Kil snorted coldly, used the shield in his left hand to hold the machete coming from the left, and took advantage of the momentum with his right hand to take a few steps back. He actively stirred the long sword in his right hand against the opponent's long sword, and then pulled it violently backward.

Zhizhizhizhi——

The two metal weapons made a brief and harsh sound of metal twisting as they stirred, but the gray-black hunting sword was unscathed, while the blade of the opponent's iron long sword was deformed.

After the transformation, as Keir pulled, the opponent's long sword flew away directly from his hand. Then under the surprised and incredulous expression of the bandit, Keir reversed the direction and stretched out his arm to stab, and the long sword pierced the opponent straight through. in the middle of the chest.

With a twist and a draw, the sword was pulled out, with a lot of blood.

But then, the bandit with the thick venomous snake wrapped around his body took cover from another machete-wielding bandit. After approaching Kiel, he swung the thick venomous snake over him.

"What the hell?"

Kil raised the shield with his left arm, but then he felt the shield sink. He turned his head and saw that a thick spotted viper was hung directly on the shield.

On the triangular head, two vertical pupils stared at Kiel. Then, the moment he steadied his body on Kiel's shield, the viper raised its head and scurried forward.

The speed was so fast that Kil barely closed his eyes, and his faceplate was hit hard by the snake's head.

Boom!

Hissssss——

Boom! Hissssss——

The venomous snake's teeth bit into Kiel's faceplate, and the venom from the stuck fangs sprayed out randomly. Kiel even felt that unknown liquid was spilled on his face, which made him even more afraid to open his eyes.

He raised his left arm to straighten the poisonous snake hanging on the shield, then passed the long sword in his right hand through the gap on his left arm and jerked the long sword upward.

laugh--

It feels like something has been cut off.

But Kil still didn't dare to open his eyes.

Because even if it was cut off, Kil could still feel that there were still parts of the snake's head and body hanging on his visor.

At this time, he heard the excited shouts of the two bandits: "It's done! The crab's death was not in vain, haha, this weapon and equipment is mine!"

As soon as his waist tightened, a person seemed to rush forward and hug him directly from the waist.

On the other side, the carapace on the neck was stabbed, but other than sparks, there was no other result.

Kil swung the long sword in one direction, and then the machete-wielding bandit who sneaked into his neck howled in pain.

The shield in his left hand pressed down directly and hit the back of the bandit who was hugging his waist. The bandit who released the snake actually tried to grab Keir by the waist and throw him to the ground. Didn't he take into account the weight difference between the two?

Although the strength needed to hold him down is not the greatest, Kil's weight is much heavier than the average person. Coupled with his armor and weapons, if he is as heavy as this bandit, the difference is not big.

The bottom end of the elven metal shield is a standard shield shape, that is, it is pointed.

This blow directly broke the bandit's back and spine, and with just a cry of pain, the man fell silent. I don't know if he passed out or died directly.

Kil's free right hand grabbed the visor of his helmet and removed the half of the venomous snake that was still biting it. Then he listened and threw it a few meters ahead.

The next moment, among the two people who were still fighting, one of the robbers pulled half of the poisonous snake around his neck and cursed loudly: "Old piebald head, you ￥%￥%, poisonous snake antidote! Antidote!" "

While waving the long sword in his right hand, the man pulled hard on the slippery half of the venomous snake, trying to tear the thing off his neck. He took a few steps back to break away from the battle, trying to find the old piebald head he was talking about in the chaos of the battle.

But before he could find the person, his hands and feet began to twitch, and he could no longer hold the long sword he was holding. He let go of his hand with a clang, and his whole body fell to the ground, curled up and trembled.

He lost control of his body, but he still kept mumbling and yelling for Old Spotted Head to give him the antidote. It seemed that the snake venom took effect very quickly, but there was still a long time between the reaction to the poisoning and death.

Kil's right hand tugged on the bandit's waist, and took off a piece of animal skin jacket that exuded a strong smell of sweat. After wiping it on his faceplate randomly, he dared to open his eyes again.

"Phew, it was so dangerous, the boat almost capsized."

With a grunt, Kil directly held up his right hand and punched the bandit's head, which was still alive or dead, at his waist.

Poof!

The bandit's head was completely smashed, which made Keir's mood a little better.

Carelessly tearing away the dead man hanging from his waist, Kil turned his head and saw that two meters away, the bandit holding a machete was vomiting blood and was hunting with his long sword stuck in his chest. He only had half a life left.

Kil walked over quickly, pulled out his sword, and joined the next battle. The bandit tried his best to cover the wound on his chest, but more and more blood flowed out, and he couldn't stop it.

-

Just now, he was almost overturned by someone else's Viper, but Kiel will be much more careful in the next battle.

He chopped down several of the fighting bandits, letting the gang refugees who dared to fight stand behind him, and then faced two groups of three bandits head-on.

"Stand firm and get behind me!"

Kiel stood on the front line of the battle, and then the fighting teams separated slightly.

At this time, dozens of brave religious refugees arranged for support by the Battar priest finally squeezed through the crowded crowd and came behind Kiir. They all held fist-sized rocks in their arms. If they really wanted to throw them, their power should not be underestimated, especially since no one in this group of bandits carried a shield.

Keir saw a guy who looked like a leader on the other side pushing away the bandits and coming out, holding the head of a young refugee from the gang in his hand. The opponent threw his head towards Kiel, but Kiel blocked it with his shield and dropped it to the ground.

The other party was about to speak, but Kil realized that the other party was trying to delay, because during this short confrontation, the new group of bandits had all arrived at the creek south of the clearing and were about to cross the calf-deep creek. Join the battlefield.

"Stone them hard!"

Keir shouted loudly, and immediately someone rounded their arms and threw rocks at the bandit who was less than ten meters away in front of him.

A stone of this size is not suitable for throwing far, but for this close combat, it is barely enough.

Keir really misses throwing spears at this time. If he had a batch of standard throwing spears in his hand, and there were not many young people behind him, just one or two, it would also allow the bandits on the opposite side to weigh whether they would attack tonight.

But if there were not so many, if everyone could really have one or two throwing guns, Keir would not just wait here for the bandits to attack. The situation would even change between offense and defense. Instead, he would take the initiative to lead people to hunt down the local bandits.

Stones were thrown at the bandits one by one, causing them to scream. The guy who looked like the leader of the bandits was hit the most. Who told him that the position he was standing just now was in the middle of the other bandits, and he looked a bit imposing, so Most of the stones were thrown at him.

The bandit leader named Huang She protected his head and face with his arms and weapons while cursing loudly: "%￥% lowly farmers, retreat, retreat, let the fat man come up to fight, let's move along." Slope around to the side!”

There were less than twenty of his men, and all of them retreated down the slope between the clearing and the creek after being hit by rocks a few times.

"Come forward with me! Throw the burning wood from the fire forward with your empty hands!"

Keir ordered, and some of the young men who came empty-handed came to their senses, picked up the half-burned firewood in the fire, and threw it forward with all their strength.

Whoosh, the burning firewood drew bright parabolas, passed over the heads of Keir and the others, and sparsely fell to both sides of the creek.

Dozens of bandits were seen. These bandits were very different from the people they fought just now. Not only were some holding spears and lances, but there were also people carrying bows and arrows, throwing spears, and holding large shields made of wood.

Although they looked quite messy at first glance, the snake-playing bandits who looked more like uncivilized primitives than the bandits before had their combat effectiveness improved by more than one step.

The young people who had just felt that they had repelled the bandit attack screamed again.

There were injured or dead people lying on the ground all around. Most of them were refugees, and only a few, less than ten, were from the bandits' side. Among the less than ten people, more than half were hacked to death by Kiel.

He knew that these young people had little fighting ability, but this result still surprised Kil.

"Don't be afraid! I'm here!" Kil held his sword high and strode forward. Behind him, a few young people who dared to fight followed closely.

Among them were religious believers, as well as young gangsters who were angry after their companions were killed.

They picked up the weapons of the bandits on the ground, held them tightly in their hands, and followed the figure of Knight Kiel.

-

"Useless thing, hehe, the fastest one rushes and the fastest one retreats! Hahahahaha."

The fat bandit leader was carrying a thick and strong five-meter-long spear and laughed mercilessly at the embarrassed Desolate Snake.

He waved his hand casually: "Stand aside and watch how I drove these diggers, crying and shouting, to the trade road where there was no fire. When it was time to arrest people, consciously eat some leftovers. That’s it.”

Huang She had a sinister look on his face, but this expression and momentum that could scare away ordinary bandits could not scare away opponents who had more men and stronger skills than him.

"Bah, I'm watching from the other side, huh, are you taking a good look at your performance?"

With a sarcastic retort, the wild snake took his grotesque men and retreated to the side. Then he stopped outflanking the refugees on the other side of the clearing and led them directly back to the wasteland where they had previously ambush, and then scattered burning firewood by the creek. Illuminating, sneered at how the fat man fought.

"Boss, are we just going to watch like this?"

A henchman asked in a strange voice while rubbing his cheek that was hit by a stone.

"Of course not. There are hard prods among the refugees. Let the fat man bump and bump them to see how hard they are. Is it an egg, a stone, or a metal ball?"

Having lost more than 30% of his men and being ridiculed by Fatty like that, Huang She was actually mad, but that was just the way he was. The angrier he became, the calmer he appeared.

Others can't see or know this, but the other gangsters in his gang do.

Someone immediately made a suggestion: "Boss, how about we go to the road where the refugees will flee to the west? Grab a group of the strongest ones first. We can sell them at a good price later."

But this subordinate's suggestion only earned Huang She's disdainful ridicule. The bandit leader rolled his eyes, then smiled sinisterly, and licked the corners of his mouth: "You said that Fatty will leave here and go somewhere else, have you prepared supplies for his people to transfer later? And the people left behind in his lair? Speaking of the ones with the best physical strength and physique, humph, where are the weak-handed refugees. Guess who are the people in our area who are selling and collecting people? The most valuable?”

Everyone was frightened by the leader's words. These guys who deal with venomous snakes all day long are not stupid. On the contrary, because they have to keep company with ruthless and cold snakes, they are quite as alert as wild beasts.

There was a fight at the front. The bandit leader, known as Fatty, used a long and strong spear to pick up a brave refugee. Then he threw the picked refugee aside with a powerful swing and threw him directly. No sound.

The other bandits also screamed and fought with the brave refugees who were about the same number as them.

It seems that Huang She's men can fight one against two, and those who have the stronger Fatty should easily defeat those rabble.

But the reality is not like that.

The wild snake's eyes looked at a certain figure who was killing randomly in the crowd, but he smiled strangely.

"Let's go, wait for the King of White Walls to take action, and then leave here quietly, because I found that there is a fortune waiting for us that can be easily obtained! Brothers, what do you think?"

One of the subordinates swallowed a gulp of saliva. Logically speaking, the strength of these bandit gangs may be strong or weak, but unless there is a serious conflict, they should not attack each other.

Because this will trigger a joint crusade from other gangs.

But that was before. Today, the long and narrow trade route between the mountains connecting the southern provinces and the western provinces has dried up.

Many bandit gangs that are not very large have fled here in embarrassment early due to insufficient material reserves. These are the only bandit gangs left here.

But in fact, everyone can hardly hold on anymore.

Either you don't see a caravan on the trade road for a day, or you pass by armed caravans protected by heavily armed horse caravans. There is no way they can be beaten or escape.

And it's impossible for these guys who don't have the habit of saving to stay open for a year or two, you know.

It is a certainty to leave the local area and seek life elsewhere.

And since everyone has to leave here, do the bandits who have done so many bad things still need to abide by any rules that prohibit attacking other bandits?

After thinking about this, a bandit laughed and said, "Boss, let's go rob Fatty's lair."

"Hehehehe, hahahaha."

The wild snake laughed: "Where are the rest of you? Have you figured it out?"

"Boss, we have figured it out. Let's take action while Fatty's people are dragged here and unable to get away. When he defeats and arrests the refugees, it will probably be late at night. We will have already run away by then. "

"Don't be impatient. Wait a moment and let the people from the King of White Walls join in. Then we can leave quietly."