At that time, there were 117 bandit groups in the northern plains, and this was naturally the result of years of division and encroachment. However www.biquge.info the so-called three caves of cunning rabbits, if you add the hidden strongholds scattered throughout the plain, the number is as many as 343.

Of the three hundred and forty-three bandit villages, this place is definitely not a choke point at the moment; Judging by its garrison alone, it can hardly be called a fortress - even so, it is also an elaborate structure that hides more than 100 bandits. Although it is not impregnable, it is by no means an easy place to attack - besides, its terrain runs across the plain, and there are seven sentinels, and you can see everything in all directions. For the bandits who are entrenched here, this should have been a place of happiness where they could indulge in sex without worry.

At the moment, the atmosphere in the cottage can be described as tense.

The hall was brightly lit, food and flasks were on the table, and some poorly clothed women were curled up behind chairs.

In front of the table, the bandits were forming a circle.

This cottage hall was not cramped originally, but now it is leaking. More than seventy bandits each held a sword in their hands, and their faces were full of fierce expressions. They were bandits, and of course they were all extremely wicked people, and it was difficult to remember the lives of the people they had taken. Surrounded by such a group of murderers, the people in them did not show any fear.

That's right, the people who were surrounded by them were neither a group of thugs nor an army, but just a single person. Judging by his face, he seems to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. He was dressed in a wide black robe, with only his face and hands slightly exposed. The clothes on his body were not so much worn as they were draped.

At that moment, the young man was looking up at the stout man in front of him.

"Boy, I'll ask you one last time. Where the hell did you sneak in? The stout man weighed the giant axe in his hand, and his face with a scar showed a fierce light.

Compared with the man's strong body, the boy was only up to his chest; The giant axe in the man's hand looked like it was a hundred pounds, and the young man's left hand was nothing more than a short black staff the thickness of a bamboo pole - the difference in strength was clear at a glance, but the young man was still not afraid.

No, it seems inappropriate to use "fearless" to describe the teenager's expression, and it should be "expressionless" to be accurate. Neither contemptuous, nor confident or disappointing, the boy's face was just expressionless.

The "expressionless" teenager, in the face of the strong man's forced questioning, reacted "not to answer".

Neither unwillingness nor inability. The teenager who responded with a "no answer" seemed to be neither aware of the threat of the man in front of him nor aware of the man's question. He just looked at the man's face seriously.

The man, who was staring at him with strange eyes and his patience gradually exhausted, raised the giant axe in his hand and took a step forward. The surrounding bandits began to shout, whistle, and collide with weapons to make a noisy noise. The is interrupted, the sexual (harmonious) desires are unsatisfied, and the robbers are eager to smear the unfulfilled desires on the blood of the trespassing lambs.

After looking at the man's face for a long time, the young man spoke.

It was the first time the boy spoke, and his voice drowned out the noise around him.

"You're Jonav Kevin."

Declarative sentences can sometimes be used as interrogative sentences.

Facing the young man who spoke, the man stopped. A raging smile twisted out of his face:

"I'm more used to people calling me 'Prairie Shark.'"

Since it is a fish, there is no reason to survive on the grassland. This title is really stupid.

Facing such a man, the boy blinked expressionlessly: "Target confirmed, Jonav Kevin......"

"Boss—"

His words were interrupted, and a panicked voice came from the crowd of bandits behind him—he was the man he had been sent out to check on the situation.

"Yelling what? Dave. Is there any companion of this guy out there? ”

Dave shook his head violently, and the violent running left him speechless for a moment.

"I ...... Our people...... Outside...... They're all down—"

The group of bandits began to make noise, this is a cottage of more than 100 people, in addition to the more than 70 people present, there should be more than 30 bandits patrolling and guarding outside.

"It's okay, it's the back of the knife."

Facing the incredulous gazes around him, the boy blinked and said.

Since he was holding a short staff, he naturally did not have any sword back. It's just a little anachronistic effort on the path of an artist.

However, the crowd had no time to criticize this, and the bandits slowly approached the center with a fierce look on their faces.

"Although I don't know what the hell you've done, if you dare to come here, I'm probably ready to come to your senses." The man who called himself the "Prairie Shark" picked up the giant axe, and the distance between the two was now only a few steps: "If you don't have a last word, prepare to die!" ”

"Drink—"

With the man's roar, the bandits who had been surrounded by a circle charged towards the middle in unison.

In the face of such a group of bandits surging from all sides and the reflection of the blades that flashed like ocean waves, the young man bowed his upper body slightly.

"Your head, I'll take it—"

-- And so and so on. It's just a prologue that happened sometime not long ago, somewhere in the northern plains, and has nothing to do with the story, before the adventure begins.