Destiny Thief

Chapter 3 Looting II

"as you wish!"

A slightly hoarse voice responded to the Tasian on the opposite side, Glo got off his horse, put down his horn bow, and drew a rapier from his waist.

duel?

Regardless of whether it is a businessman or a bandit, the real essence of the conflict between them is nothing more than a competition for interests.

In the northern part of the Kingdom of Elantra, where bandits are everywhere and wars are raging everywhere, when merchants encounter bandits and cannot make friendly mediation, duels become an unwritten rule. Cargo—Businessmen and bandits are not natural enemies, and large-scale shopping is not beneficial to both parties.

However, after the ferocious attack just now, and now this kind of endgame, Glo understands very well that the so-called duel is nothing but the dying struggle of the Tarcia people.

As a Nogo who has experienced the sixth Eta War, Glo has always had a deep hatred for the Tarsia, and he has made up his mind before launching the charge. This time, no one will be left alive.

In this duel, regardless of victory or defeat, the final result will not change much.The reason why he agreed to this seemingly meaningless duel was purely to hone his personal fighting skills.What's more, Glo believes in himself, and he will not lose against opponents of the same combat professional level. '

Walking slowly towards the leader of the Tarsia caravan on the opposite side, Glo's steps were steady and powerful.At this time, the members of the bandit group also stopped their movements, winked at each other and glanced at each other from time to time with a look of "this guy is going to be a tragedy".

"That guy looks fierce, the boss wonders if he can handle it?"

"Tsk tsk, definitely not ten breaths, no, five breaths."

The members of the bandit group lowered their heads to discuss, and even made a bet quietly. The leader of the Tasian caravan on the opposite side gradually had cold sweat on his forehead. .The previous anger quickly faded away, and it was only then that he remembered that the group of bandits in front of him was unexpectedly powerful, far from being comparable to those thieves he had encountered in the past. The team has completely lost its combat effectiveness, giving him the illusion of facing the elite scout team of the regular army.

The leader of the Tarsia caravan knew very well the strength of the caravan guards. Most of them were veterans who retired from the sixth Eta war. Although they were not the elite of the first-line legion, they were not completely rookies. Unexpectedly, the entire army was wiped out within one face-to-face encounter.

I don't know what kind of strength the leader of the bandit group will have. Thinking of this, the caravan leader felt that his legs were trembling a little.

In fear, the caravan leader couldn't help but launched the attack first.

"Hi-ah!"

Slightly bending his knees, in a posture of accumulating strength, the leader raised the scimitar, and rushed towards it like a spurting arrow.

Less than thirty steps away, the figures of the two crossed each other in an instant.

With a dexterous arc step, he turned around to avoid this ferocious "slash", and a smile appeared on the corner of Glo's mouth. He turned sideways, swung his sword, and stabbed. The simple and unfancy movements carried a beautiful rhythm. The sound of "嗤嗤" cut through the air, as if a swift eagle passed by the rabbit running on the grassland, and its sharp beak precisely pecked into the flesh and blood.

"Boom—boom—" After a few crisp sounds from the impact of metal, the picture became extremely quiet.

"you lose!"

The cold thorn blade was inserted into the Tarsian's throat precisely.

Glo withdrew his stabbing sword, turned around and looked coldly at the opponent in front of him.

However, the opponent in front of him could no longer respond with any words. The scimitar slipped from his powerless palm, and his figure suddenly shrank to the ground. Only a pair of unwilling eyes looked at Glo.

Glo stared at those eyes coldly. In the emerald green pupils, the spirit of life was rapidly disappearing—the opponent clutched his throat tightly, trying to save something, but it was just a futile effort, the air in his lungs was under pressure. Pressing down, bright red blood bubbles burst out through the thin skin of the throat.

Victory and defeat.

As if time suddenly froze, the Tasian caravan stopped being chaotic, and everyone stood stunned. The injured who were lying on the ground had their mouths wide open, and the wailing sounds one after another stopped abruptly.

What happened between the lightning and the flint was really unexpected. They couldn't even believe that the leader with outstanding skills in the past was killed in such a short moment!

Spike!

To apply a term commonly used by players in "Dispute" - "second kill".This is the standard "second kill", from the fight to the end, not even a breath.

In the virtual reality game "Dispute" from the previous life, as the basic combat profession "Ranger" at LV10, facing fighters of similar levels, if you compare the character attributes and skills of both sides, it is basically impossible to kill the opponent with a small probability.However, there is such a setting in the game: if a critical blow is performed, as long as the damage exceeds the limit, the "instant death" judgment will be triggered.

In the past combat experience, Glo has already noticed that the "instant death" judgment is also valid in this world, because this is a more real world than games.Therefore, in battle, Glo has always pursued fatal blows.

"The boss is mighty!"

"The boss is domineering!"

After a slight hesitation, the members of the bandit group rubbed their eyes and confirmed this reality. They cheered loudly. The one who laughed loudest in the crowd was Oliver. After laughing, he quickly extended a hand to his companions. Only palm.

……

Glo raised his head, and there was a hint of cruelty and bloodthirsty in his indifferent eyes, and he made a gesture of cutting his throat.

The members of the bandit group quickly understood, brandishing their weapons and rushing into the ranks of the caravan.The caravan that lost its leader completely lost the confidence and strength to resist. In the silent valley, there were only screams and curses in Tasian.

……

The cool wind at dusk blew the hairline, the smell of blood poured into the air, and a flock of crows hovered on the branches of the trees waiting for the gluttonous feast.

The bandits began to count the harvest of the operation hurriedly,
Without too many words, Glo silently stood in the mountain path between the evening wind and the setting sun, pulled out a grass stalk from the side of the road, and chewed it lightly.

The fading adrenaline brought him back to calm.Once upon a time, Glo, who had a modern thinking, would always bring him deep uneasy guilt for depriving others of their lives so cruelly, but now, seeing this bloody scene, he felt an indescribable pleasure .

But when he thought that the "lamb" this time was a Tasian, Glo felt relieved.

Humming the pop songs that he liked in his previous life, Glo quickly discarded these complicated thoughts.

He silently said "Open the system" in his heart.

Rows of familiar bright green subtitles appeared in front of my eyes:
EXP+10……

EXP+100……

EXP+10!

I paid attention to the EXP progress bar: 286/300, about to upgrade, from LV10 "Ranger" to the next level.

……

"Glo, great discovery."

While Glo was in a daze, Oliver, who was grinning from ear to ear, came to Glo, holding a huge cloth bag in both hands.

This cloth bag is actually wriggling.

Glo took it and put it down, then tore off the cloth bag--inside was a girl bound up with strong linen rope.

Swing sword.

Take the sword.

Glo broke the rope and began to study the girl carefully.

Perhaps because she suffered too many bumps, the girl's expression was a little sluggish, her hair was messy, and her face was stained with dust, but it did not affect the fact that this girl was very beautiful, even as good as what Glo had seen in his previous life. Those so-called "goddesses".

Pale golden tassel-like shoulder-length hair, bright eyes with a hint of panic, like sparkling lake water, and a slender, white neck like an elegant swan.

From the perspective of physical characteristics, this girl should be from Elante.

Glo's tone was very gentle, "Don't be afraid, you were rescued."

The girl didn't answer, but looked at Glo with some horror in her eyes.

Glo laughed. The girl was frightened when she saw the bloody scene of corpses strewn all over the field around her.
"Huh? A noble lady from Karthus?"

Glo caught a glimpse of the girl's dirty neckline, and the exquisitely woven silk inner shirt was rusted with intricate spiral patterns. In the "dispute" in the previous life, Glo had a little understanding of noble heraldry, and the decorations of the Elante nobles were full of The rounded lines are in line with the eyes.

Hearing Glo's words, the girl's eyes changed a little. She got up from the ground and moved her hands and feet a little, but she still looked at Glo cautiously.

(End of this chapter)