Mercenaries and Adventurers

In fact, Keir never showed up, but the marauding bandits still managed to get to the carriage.

At this time, as the dozen or so religious people brought by Priest Batal were all killed, all the people near the carriage had already run away. Seven or eight bandits were covered in blood and breathing heavily with excitement. Some people searched the pockets of the people's clothes that had been hacked open, but could only barely find a few copper and iron coins.

"%%￥, these poor guys! They only have so much in their pockets!"

A bandit reluctantly searched the bodies of several people, but could only find half a handful of coins. The robber disliked the fact that the iron coins he found were heavy and worthless, so he twirled his fingers and took out half of the iron coins in his hand, leaving only the more valuable copper coins in his hand.

When another bandit next to him saw his companion's actions, he sneered loudly: "Idiot, these poor guys are on their way to escape. How much money can they have in their pockets? Look for other boxes, barrels, etc. The luminous grain the boss mentioned! I’ve never seen this before, it must be valuable!”

The robber holding the coins in his hand glared at his fellow robber, but he still believed the man's words. He patted his head and hurriedly put the smaller number of copper coins in his hand into his clothes, and then stared at the sight not far in front of him. The carriage was blocked by supplies everywhere.

There was an old man sitting on the carriage, but the bandit didn't look at the old man at all. He focused all his attention on the various supply boxes around the old man.

He called out and asked two other bandit companions who were friendly with him to come forward.

The three bandits walked a few steps quickly, bypassing the other bandits who were leaning over to check the supplies everywhere, and approached the carriage. They noticed the young man standing behind the carriage at first sight, but a bandit kicked the man from behind. The man neither fought back nor ran away, nor even begged for mercy, but staggered on the spot. For a moment, there was no more unnecessary movement.

Another bandit who was approaching raised the machete in his hand and was about to kill the man with one blow, but at this time the old man on the carriage spoke: "Don't do it! This man is a fool and a lunatic. For the sake of all the gods, , please don’t hurt him!”

The robber who was about to take action glanced at the old man, took two quick steps forward, walked around the motionless young man, and pulled him over to look at him.

At first glance, the bandit was startled when he saw a long sword held in the young man's arms, and he subconsciously dropped the machete held high in his hand. But as soon as I took a look at this man's face, I felt something was wrong. Logically speaking, whether the other party was pretending or ambushing to fight back, he would have to turn his eyes to look at him.

As a result, not only was this young man's face blank, his eyes were also staring blankly ahead.

And there is nothing ahead.

"Hey, what a fool. You scared me."

The bandit saw at a glance that there was something wrong with this man, so he put away the machete in his hand, ignored him, turned around and climbed up the rear of the carriage.

The other two robbers came over to take a look and realized that this was a fool. One of them reached out to help the climbing robber, while the other stayed where he was and was wary of the fool and his surroundings. The vigilant bandit even bent down and took a look under the carriage, and was relieved to find that no one was hiding.

There was a mess in front of the refugee team. Those who could rush to fight slowed down their pace in twos and threes, preparing to gather enough people before approaching the end of the team to fight the bandits.

Therefore, the bandits in this area felt that they still had some time to plunder.

"Old man, be honest and tell me what is valuable quickly, or I will suffer a lot for you!"

The bandit who climbed onto the carriage gave the old businessman a slap in the face first, causing his lips to bleed. Then he pointed at the various materials in the warehouse and asked.

The old businessman smiled strangely, said nothing, and pointed at the wooden box that the bandit was stepping on.

Realizing that the things under his feet might be valuable, the robber bent over and prepared to open the wooden box, but he still pointed at the old businessman with his finger, meaning that if the things inside were not valuable, you should be careful, there are some good ones for you. .

"How's it going? I think everyone else is getting ready to retreat, so move faster!"

The bandit who helped his companion climb into the carriage urged his companion urgently, which made the bandit on the carriage reply dissatisfied: "Why are you in a hurry? I can kill five of these trash, I have enough time, I have enough time." .Those idiots can only grab some useless cheap things, but aren’t all the good things still on the carriage?”

After saying that, the bandit felt that the machete in his hand was not convenient to pry open the large wooden box that was firmly fixed, so he put the weapon aside where he could reach it at any time, took out the short knife at his waist and tried to pry open the wooden box that was firmly fixed with iron nails. box.

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The bandit who was on guard next to the carriage did not check the various materials and baggage discarded by the people on the ground around him. He had also rummaged through a few discarded items before. There were really not many valuable things inside, and most of them were They were daily tools and supplies, not worth much money.

If you have that kind of time, you might as well carry an unconscious female citizen away.

But everyone who could run ran away. Among the dozen or so people who followed the priest to fight just now, there were young women. But those people fought quite crazy, and it didn't look like they could be knocked unconscious and taken away, so with them The fighting bandits killed everyone.

While thinking about these things in his mind, the vigilant bandit glanced and suddenly noticed that the sword that the guy who was considered a fool was holding on his chest looked pretty good.

The scabbard is also wrapped with kneaded leather, and although there are no additional jewelry decorations on the sword grid and hilt, there are artistic metal decorations. Obviously this long sword is more sophisticated than the weapons that bandits often come into contact with.

"Oh, I almost made a mistake."

The bandit stared into the stupid young man's eyes, while reaching out to grab the long sword that the other man was holding.

He grabbed the scabbard and pulled it. Well, it didn't move.

"You're quite strong, aren't you?"

The robber didn't see any flaw in the stupid young man's face. After heaving a sigh of relief, he pulled hard again.

Well, it still didn’t move.

"Old man! What's wrong with this fool?"

The bandit asked casually, but he didn't expect that the old businessman sitting on the carriage actually gave him an explanation: "This young man is actually also a bandit, but when he fought with the Lord Knight of Kiel, he went crazy after defeating him. Because he has some abilities and a mysterious background, the Lord Knight took him with him and asked me to help look after him."

"oh."

The three bandits beside the carriage didn't think anything of it. They didn't care at all about his abilities and mysterious backgrounds.

The bandit put away his weapon, grabbed the sword held by the young man with both hands, and tried his best to grab it.

But although the young man has not been trained as a knight, the body and strength he developed in the academy when he was young are not comparable to that of an ordinary bandit.

"What the hell, bah, I originally wanted to spare your life, but since you are such a fool and won't let go, I won't be polite. ￥￥ # , good things can only be used by those who have the ability! Let go. !”

The robber who was robbing things became more enthusiastic. He was not that interested in a fine long sword, but he wanted it, and if the other party didn't give it to him, then he wouldn't be able to blame him for using the knife.

The bandit drew out his machete and gestured at the stupid young man. Seeing that the young man didn't respond, the bandit spat and then mercilessly slashed at the young man's arm with the machete.

Swish - poof.

The bandit used his strength and struck the young man's left arm hard, even cutting through the flesh and bone.

Blood immediately poured out from the cut wound.

Wushen's face twitched a few times, but apart from a few low whimpers coming from his mouth, the young man didn't move his arms and still held his sword firmly.

"Damn it, bah, don't let it go, right?"

After finishing speaking, the robber struck again, this time slashing along the young man's left shoulder to his chest and forearm of his left arm.

The skin and flesh were rolled and blood was flowing.

All of a sudden, although the young man didn't respond, his left hand was weakly pulled down from his chest.

Seeing this scene, the old businessman turned his head away, while the other two busy bandits laughed.

"Bad Finger, you are so proud of bullying a fool. Yoyo, you are so talented."

"That's right, his face is different in front of Scarface and the leader, and in front of the brothers. He doesn't smile when he talks to the brothers, and when he talks to the leader and leader of the gang, he smiles like a dog's tail, just like a dog's tail. It almost shook."

Faced with the teasing of his companions, the bandit who snatched the sword snorted and did not refute. This time it was much easier to reach out to grab the sword held by the young man. He wasn't stupid either. He directly grabbed the hilt of the sword with his left hand and pulled it towards him.

The young man just held the scabbard, so at this moment, his long sword was pulled out of the scabbard by the bandits.

Clang, the shiny but slightly rusty sword blade was pulled out. When he saw the orange-red rust on the sword, the bandit who took the sword frowned.

"￥ # ￥, it's a rusty sword. You need to repair it before you can use it."

The bandit held the long sword in front of his eyes and gestured with it, his face full of disgrace, feeling that he had done something meaningless.

This long sword is a good sword, but it has probably not been maintained for a while. It has not even been pulled out of the scabbard for inspection after being used or exposed to rain. Therefore, the sword is covered with rust and the edge does not look sharp enough. .

"mine……"

The young man turned his head slightly. Although his eyes did not move, his neck turned to the bandit checking the sword beside him. At the same time, he made a slight sound in his mouth.

The bandit who was checking the sword noticed the sound. He looked up at the young man who twisted his neck: "What did you say?"

"My...my weapon."

The young man said something intermittently.

This caused the bandit to laugh: "Hey, the fool spoke. I thought you couldn't speak. You want your weapon, right? Come on, take it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bandit stabbed the young man with the sword in his hand with a ferocious smile on his face.

However, he was good at using throwing axes and machetes. Although he occasionally used long swords, he was not good at it. Therefore, the sword that was supposed to pierce the young man's chest ended up just piercing along the opponent's shoulder blade.

The young man snorted, but interestingly, after the sword stabbed him, he seemed satisfied and stopped talking.

"Haha, that's funny."

The bandit laughed.

-

The bandit in the carriage frowned.

Because when he spent precious time and effort to pry open the big wooden box at the end of the carriage, the contents inside were not what he imagined.

"Old thing! Are you kidding me?"

Pointing to a set of simple forging tools in the wooden box, the bandit roared fiercely.

But the old businessman still sat calmly and calmly. He even explained with a smile on his face: "No, this set of forging tools is really valuable. Even Lord Kier, the Lord Knight, exchanged valuable trophies by name in the town of Dorne. Here they come. If the people find a suitable place to settle safely, they will need a complete set of forging tools that can create tools for life and production."

"Think about it, is there something wrong with what I said?"

The angry bandit was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "But your ￥￥￥, can the three of us carry it away?"

The old businessman said calmly: "The question is not whether you can carry it away. I think as a bandit who relies on weapons to rob, the tools in his hands have to be polished and repaired, right? Forging tools are indispensable. So, if I think it would be better for your bandit leader to be able to bring back this set of forging tools than some of you guys bringing back some useless, so-called 'valuable' bits and pieces? Think about it carefully, this can make your bandit leader better. How satisfying. If others steal money, you can receive the reward."

This statement made the bandit confused. It seemed reasonable, but he didn't understand what the problem was for a while.

"Well, forget it, forget it, what you said makes sense. Brothers, whether the three of us can please the boss depends on whether the three of us can take this thing away."

The bandit who had just 'returned' the long sword to the stupid young man said sarcastically: "Hey, who just said that I am a dog's tail, only wagging it here and there to please the superiors."

"Shut up, let's move quickly, those losers are coming soon."

When the bandit said this, the old businessman subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of the middle of the team, hoping to judge the number and distance of the armed people coming over.

However, the old businessman's turning of his head was accidentally seen by the anxious bandit. In an instant, the bandit on the carriage realized that he had been tricked by the old man: "￥￥ # , you are actually tricking us. ?!!”

As soon as these words came out, the other two robbers realized that they had been tricked, and their faces immediately showed a fierce look. The bandit on the carriage was even more direct. The short knife he had just used to pry open the wooden box was slashed directly at the old businessman.

The old businessman reluctantly raised his hand to resist, but in the next moment, half of the palm of his right hand was cut off by a short knife, and several fingers and part of the palm fell aside.

"Mmm..."

The old businessman should have screamed out in pain, but he seemed to realize something and forced most of the pain into his mouth. Although he was old, he was not a man without the courage to resist, and he immediately rushed towards the bandit.

But the next moment, the bandit raised his foot and kicked the old businessman away: "Old guy, I still want to resist with these old bones, haha, have you thought before you do it?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Just chop this old guy to death. Let's retreat quickly. We can just carry a small box and leave."

"Fortunately, I also found a handful of copper coins, otherwise today's battle would have been in vain."

The bandit on the carriage was provoked by his two companions and grabbed the machete lying next to him, intending to kill the old man who had deceived them with one blow.

"Don't hurt grandpa!"

Just as the robber was about to swing his knife, several material bundles nearby were suddenly lifted from underneath, and then a little boy grabbed a cloth bundle of unknown contents and threw it at him.

The bandit's knife only chopped up the baggage and several old civilian clothes that had been repaired by others.

"It turns out there is a little thing hidden! Ha, no wonder this old guy didn't run away, let's all die together!"

The robber swung his knife, and the old businessman hugged the boy and blocked the knife with his back.

But this move of the old man's frail body cost him half his life.

The next stab, or if the bandit slashed the two of them on the neck, both of them would be dead.

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However, the old man closed his eyes tightly and waited for a moment, and found that the bandit's next stab never landed. His back was burning with pain, his eyes were black, and his ears seemed to hear the robbers' screams.

But even if the old businessman passed out like this, he never let go of his arms, protecting this brave child under his old arms.

What he didn't know was that on the seemingly ferocious bandit behind him, a long sword was thrust into the bandit's back, accurately piercing the heart in the chest, but he didn't use any more strength. , piercing the entire chest.

After receiving such a fatal blow, the bandit didn't even grunt, shook his body, and fell towards the carriage behind him.

"￥##￥, I knew it! You##@ are just faking it!"

One of the robbers screamed.

The other bandit who had just "seized the sword" and "returned the sword" took a few steps back and looked at the fool he had bullied just now with a horrified look on his face.

"Impossible! Could that be faked by someone? Impossible! Forget it, come together and kill him!"

The sight of the fellow bandit being killed by one blow made the remaining two guys horrified and angry. They wanted to kill him, but they were afraid they would not be a match if they went alone, so they had no choice but to attack from left to right together.

But their two enemies, the young man who pretended to be stupid before, didn't take these two robbers seriously. He pulled the clothes on his body with his right hand that could still move, tore out the strip of cloth, and then walked back with easy steps. After walking a few steps backward, he easily got out of the way of the heavy chops and slashes from the two bandits.

The young man's bloody left arm could barely move, so after lifting it slightly, he tied up the wound with a strip of cloth. As for the other wounds on his chest and shoulders, the young man gritted his teeth and stuffed pieces of his clothes into them, barely stopping the bleeding.

"who are you?"

A bandit slashed several times in succession, but the young man easily moved his steps and dodged them. This light movement made the bandit who was slashing hard realize that the continuous slashes that he thought no one could avoid could be solved so easily.

For a moment, he wanted to retreat.

The other bandit roared angrily, knowing that such a capable enemy would probably not let him escape. After all, not long ago, he had 'teased' the other person, and if no one took care of the other person's injuries, just the bleeding would be enough. It can kill people.

So he followed the roar from his throat and used all his strength to attack the young enemy crazily.

But no matter how hard he tried or how hard he slashed, the opponent just stared at him and took small steps back, causing all his attacks to fail.

"Impossible! Impossible!! Impossible!!! Die to me, Huhu, die to me——"

His physical strength was severely exhausted, and the bandit could only throw his machete with his roar, hoping that this move would directly pierce the opponent's neck or chest and kill him.

But the young man just dodged the thrown machete sideways, then stepped on the ground with one foot, used the force to bounce the dagger in the hand of a fallen citizen, and caught it with his good right hand.

The young man took a quick step forward, stretched his right hand forward, and held the dagger in his hand. He sent it right to the body of the bandit who had exhausted all his strength.

The young man avoided the bandit's chest, which was protected by a piece of iron armor, and just stabbed the opponent's liver with a dagger. Because there was only a thin layer of leather protection here, a sharp dagger could barely penetrate it.

The dagger was released and retracted, and blood immediately poured out from the wound.

The internal organs are connected to large blood vessels. If you are injured here, among the bandits without magical treatment, you are basically dead.

"Who am I? Hey."

The young man Will, who was no longer stupid, looked sadly at the blood-stained dagger in his hand. He didn't care about the other escaping bandit, or the bandit who fell to the ground and curled up in a ball in front of him. He was immersed in long-lasting memories.

The life of a privileged young man, the days of proud college, and the days when he was stained with blood, the frustrating days of running for his life, the cruel decision to kill innocent people, and the terrifying experience of banditry all day long.

And the time when he was easily defeated by the knight, the time when he was surrounded by women, and most importantly, the time when he was taken care of by an old businessman with rich life wisdom.

Thinking of this, Will came back to his senses, ignored his injuries, put down the dagger in his hand, and rushed towards the carriage quickly.