In the Blade

The City of Yellow Sand is a medium-sized city located on the edge of the desert. Although its remote location makes it seem a bit desolate, it is still the best shelter and the best place for transactions for the people around it. .

As for why we choose to trade in the city, of course it is because of safety. Although the big and round guards look as fierce as bandits, they will not rob everyone's meager property like bandits - as long as they take enough When a deal is taken to the city, these guards not only do not know how to rob, they are even willing to serve as a third-party witness for everyone's transaction in the name of the local nobles.

Of course, sometimes, these guards will also sell some special products that they can only get.

Like it is now.

"Do you want slaves?"

After bringing several old local farmers into their posts, the guards introduced their goods to them.

"They are all newly captured robbers. You should all know them, right? Look at this, the sand thief Seth, this bandit leader has done a lot of harm to you guys, right? You only need ten bags of wheat to take him away now."

"Set? Is this really Seth?"

Several old farmers came over one after another, looking suspicious.

It's not that they don't trust soldiers, it's mainly that there are too many bandits calling themselves Seth these days. This name originally belonged to the god of deserts and storms. Those bandits who wanted to show off their bravery would naturally choose it to show off their names - there were at least five Seths wandering around the desert city, and These robbers also said that they were the ones favored by the God of the Desert, and that everyone else was fake.

But among these Seth, there is only one Seth, and he is the one that everyone hates the most.

"That's the beast! I recognized him even when he turned into ashes!"

An old farmer came closer and took a closer look, and his eyes suddenly turned blood red.

"I'll give you twelve bags of wheat! Chop him up and feed it to the dogs!"

The old farmer shouted angrily. It was obvious that this old farmer probably had some kind of indissoluble feud with the sand pirate Seth.

Moreover, he is not the only one who has a grudge against the bandit leader.

"I'll give you thirteen bags!"

"I'll give you fifteen bags!"

"I'll add two more rolls of linen!"

"I'll add another bow!"

For a moment, these old farmers started making noises. It was obvious that the bandit leader had been wandering around and committing crimes before - but now he did not have the bandit No. 100 around him to protect him, or in other words, those who were protecting him. The robbers were now treated as slaves being sold, and were pulled out one by one.

"Everyone has a share! Everyone has a share!"

The guards greeted these old farmers with smiles, and the smiles on their faces became brighter especially when they heard the noisy bidding.

That is indeed something to laugh about. After all, this kind of luck may not happen once a year. The bandits who were originally helpless were actually taken care of by people passing by. The warrior who looked very capable at first glance said that it was just a simple effort... Of course, it is extremely dangerous to let a warrior of this skill work in vain, and they all know it. But compared with the little money they paid, what they have gained now is much more.

"I'll give you twenty bags of wheat! Three rolls of linen! Plus two bows and a shield!"

The old farmer who was the first to call out the price almost roared out the prices. To buy a slave at such a high price was a bit too much.

But then, everyone knew the reason why the old farmer offered a high price.

"My daughter, young Isis, has just reached the age of marriage and was going to live a good life... This damn bandit attacked the wedding procession and killed the groom's family. When we rushed there with our men When I arrived, all I saw was the body of my poor daughter.”

"Then it's yours."

Having said these words, no one is willing to continue to rob. Although everyone wants to kill the robber leader with their own hands, it is obvious that the hatred of those whose belongings were robbed cannot be compared to that of a father. Where is his anger?

Furthermore, although the bandit leaders have been separated, there are still many remaining bandits.

"That bandit group was all caught! No one escaped!"

The guards stood up smiling.

"So, there is no need to rush, everyone has a share and everyone has revenge!"

"good!"

The old farmers have never been so excited, and even the fierce faces of the guards look so amiable at the moment.

Originally, they thought that these guards were no different from bandits. They just collected tolls and city taxes. But now it seems that these guards are still somewhat useful. At least they really killed those wandering bandits. They even gave them the opportunity for revenge.

If you think about it this way, these guards are pretty strong? You must know that there is a bandit group of more than a hundred people, and it may not be possible to suppress them just by relying on the guards in this city.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Facing the compliments from the old farmers, the guards forced a smile, neither admitting nor denying.

It is a good thing to be able to take this credit on oneself. On the one hand, they can accept the praise of these local folks. On the other hand, they can also show their face when facing the nobles in charge of the city. deeds - but when they think of the person who really did this, these guards have lingering fears. They don't know what the consequences of their actions will be.

If the other party was just an ordinary soldier, then they would have taken the credit, since it was just the villagers who thought they did it, and they didn't say it.

But when it came to the soldier who did all this...

The guards were sweating a little.

The reason was that the oppression brought by that figure was too great. It was more like a giant than a human. The towering rammed earth wall was only one person taller than the other party. They even suspected that the other party only needed to jump to the top of the city.

When they shot arrows and wanted to kill this terrifying monster, the other party took more than a dozen arrows with his bare hands in front of them.

This was no longer a human. At least they had no means to deal with the other party. Even if the other party had directly climbed over the wall and killed them, they would have had no way to deal with it.

Fortunately, the soldier left after receiving the reward, but the huge psychological shadow brought by the figure still lingered in their hearts - if possible, they didn't want to see the figure again in their lives, they just wanted to think that everything was an illusion.

But soon, they knew that everything was not an illusion.

Just because the soldier who left came back again.

The second update is here, everyone should rest early.

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I will continue to sort out my thoughts, good night everyone.