Destiny Thief

Chapter 46 Turbidity IV

Standing at the end of the carriage queue, Flood stared at the busy men beside the carriage. He rubbed his hands, his palms were full of sweat——he looked around, and had to say that the group of people selected The location of the ambush is really very particular——

From the winding mountain road to the open land in the forest, there is a trumpet shape, and there is an escape route. Therefore, the robbed merchants have one more choice besides desperately resisting.However, the mountain road is very narrow and dangerous, and it is difficult for a carriage carrying goods to escape in a short time. This also determines that the bandits' actions to plunder commercial goods will never fail.

A piece of armor, a big sword, and a long knife from the craftsman workshop in Wright City were moved out of the carriage, and Frode couldn't help moaning, as if his heart was being cut, which made him extremely painful.

"My lord, please stop in moderation!"

Frode finally yelled loudly, and the address for the robbers changed again, from "Sir" to "Your Excellency", and now it has become "My lord".

"That's enough."

The middle-aged man with the scar turned his head and looked up and down again at the chubby but anxious and panic-stricken caravan boss. He grinned, showing a mouthful of neat but somewhat yellowed teeth, "I said— - Only take [-]% of the goods!"

I hope so!

Frode took a long breath in his heart—although he still had doubts about the credibility of the rebels.

There were a total of eight carriages in the caravan, which were standard four-wheeled carriages with a single horse. Until half an hour later, all the carriages were turned over, and the goods piled up on the side of the road were like a hill. The veterans finally stopped what they were doing.

Frode looked at the pile of goods reluctantly, like the sadness of a lover who is about to part.

"A very good quality weapon!"

The middle-aged man with a scar walked to the pile of goods, picked up a long knife and held it in front of his face, brushing a finger across the butter-covered blade—this is a kingdom standard weapon.One-sided blade with a slight arc, usually used by infantry against unarmored or lightly armored enemies, as well as Tarcia rangers.

brush-

The middle-aged man with the scar held up the long knife and made two tricks, but when he looked at the fleshy caravan boss again, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes——Mr. From time to time, she peeked behind him.

A few men wearing almost the same style of leather armor and cloth shirts as them stood on a huge rock on the hillside behind them.Seeing the sight of the middle-aged man turning around, the leading young man with a tall and straight figure like a javelin smiled slightly.

The strong men turned around together, and they finally saw the group of people behind them clearly—from the appearance of their clothes, they looked very much like their colleagues, but their faces were very strange.To be sure, they were not figures from the rebel organization.Then, it can only be the local bandits in Nogo.

But, what happened to the blond chick who was standing behind several men, twisting her waist and crawling around?

Could it be, is it a knight from a noble family who went on a hunting tour?
The strong men pulled out their weapons vigilantly, and the atmosphere in the forest was tense for a moment.

It was Glo who came.After leaving the town of White Rock, the bandit leader decided to go home—to his old nest, the Hampton Mine.The experience for many consecutive days has made people feel very tired. In addition, because of the "righteousness of justice" [Jatis], things have caused many disturbances. No matter what factors are considered, it is very difficult to choose the way back. It is a very reasonable thing.

However, when they were perched in the forest just now, the bandits heard something nearby—young people always like to watch the excitement, so Glo and his party packed up their simple carry-on luggage and came here.When they saw the scene in front of them, they were very familiar.At this moment, several core members of the bandit organization even held a short temporary meeting.

"Boss, do you want to vote?"

Oliver never forgets his job.As a bandit, it's perfectly normal for black to eat black.

"Look again."

As a leader, Glo says play it safe.

"It's like a bunch of veterans."

Scott, the bandit's number one thug, is not foolhardy.

"Boys, what do you want to do!"

Behind the middle-aged man with the scar, an equally tall veteran with a beard shouted immediately.As veterans who survived the chaotic situation in the Northland, they had of course come into contact with various forces and characters.They were already familiar with bandits with mud legs, or young boys from aristocratic families.

In short, don't be too polite to these guys.

Hearing the shout, Glo's eyes shifted from the leader of the scarred middle-aged man to the bearded body, the smile on his face faded, and he walked slowly towards the crowd.

A red dot!
Two red dots!

Um?The others are little yellow dots.

Glo opened the [Status of Peripheral People], staring at the images displayed in the radar chart and counting silently.He walked to the side of the carriage and took a look at the cheerful caravan boss who was as fat as a pig, but what he said next made Mr. Frode's heart full of hope and joy completely Fell into the ice cellar.

"Nogo, wolf. Whoever sees it!"

Glo stared into the eyes of the middle-aged man with the scar. Just now, he has seen who is the powerful here.The bandit leader got closer and closer, and while telling his name and purpose, he walked up to the scarred middle-aged man, only an arm's distance away, and stopped.

The eyes of the two people looked at each other indifferently.

Glo's pupils were brown, which is common among mountain people in the east, but the middle-aged man with the scar had gray, almost dim eyes.

"Wild wolf?"

The middle-aged man with the scar chuckled, showing a hint of disdain, "I've never heard of it."

"Then, let me introduce myself in depth."

Glo pulled out his rapier from his waist.Without further words, Glo stepped forward. The sword light tore through the air in an instant. The airflow condensed into lines and exploded forward within the visible range of sight. Like bamboos in bloom, a series of crisp explosions exploded.

The face of the middle-aged man with the scar changed drastically, but it was too late to effectively block or dodge better.Almost in embarrassment, he leaned over and rolled over the mud. When his back ran over the gravel-filled ground and hit the carriage, and after he stood up again, he saw the expressionless look of the man opposite him. , Plain face, as if the blow just now was effortless at all.

The veterans surrounded him, but the middle-aged man with the scar waved his hand. He pulled out the long knife from his back with a solemn expression—the sword just now may have had elements of a sneak attack.But swinging the sword to easily hit the sonic boom is definitely above the [Awakening Realm] level!
Very strong!At least in Nuoge, they belonged to the rare powerhouses!
The middle-aged man with the scar searched the list in his memory, but couldn't find a matching name for a while.His eyes suddenly shifted, and he saw the companion of the young man opposite, and the blonde chick, who had already walked up at some time.

(End of this chapter)