"Reinforcements are coming!"

"The City Guards are here!"

Hearing Charles' roar, the leader of the caravan shouted along, and in a moment the forest reverberated with their voices.

When the guards heard this, they all shouted excitedly, and they all moved their bodies out of their bunkers and rushed into the forest with a roar.

Contrary to the momentum of the caravan here, the bandits were all frightened, and when they heard that these people were saying something, they had to choose to believe it.

Their leader had just been killed by a crossbow arrow, and the man they had been horrified had been shot through the head in front of them, and his cronies had not even reacted.

Looking at the guards who had begun the counterattack, Makayev felt his legs and stomachs start to spin, he was a Wikiian, and he did not approve of fighting in the autumn wind on the outskirts of the big city of Djerkhala. But their leader arrogantly demanded that they be ambushed here, because of his bullshit theory that the more dangerous the place, the safer.

Makaev had never studied, and he couldn't stay in his hometown anymore before he came out to become a bandit, and he quickly gained a place among the outlaws with his excellent archery skills. Originally, their leader was also a Vygian, and Makaev had a close friendship with him, but he was beheaded with an axe by the current leader during a later firefight. As is customary for the bandits, Makaev reluctantly followed the current leader.

Now, after three days of starvation, I finally saw a fat sheep, but it attracted the fierce sheepdogs. Makaev was convinced of what Charles said on a whim, and it occurred to him how the guards would dare to rush out and fight them without reinforcements.

There are not a few bandits who have the same idea as Makayev, many treacherous guys have begun to smear oil on the soles of their feet, Makaev looked at his own rabble, sighed unconsciously, turned around and slipped away without hesitation.

Charles didn't care what the bandits were thinking now, he had just stabbed two more bandits, his body was covered in blood, and a few pieces of flesh hung on his arm, looking terrifying.

An old man raised his bow and arrow, and shot at Charles in a trembling manner, but Charles did not dodge but charged forward, the arrow far above Charles's head and pierced into the tree behind him. The old man finally couldn't hold on anymore, and with a whoop of yelling, he was reincarnated and fled quickly.

Charles flipped the long sword in his hand and threw it at the old man, Charles didn't think about how much this sword could do, he just felt that the sword that had been with him for a long time had begun to curl its edge, and he didn't think that this sword would be of much use in the next battle. But to his surprise, the sword pierced straight through the back of the old man's head and came out of his mouth.

One of the guards on the side was surprised and said, "God, you are even more powerful than the Nords!" ”

Charles nodded embarrassedly and didn't say anything. He took the tomahawk that the guard had handed him, turned and rushed back into the fray.

It's not that Charles doesn't want to use his most commonly used sword, but in this era, swords can only be owned by people of status, and the cost of a good sword is too high for these caravan guards or bandits around him to afford. He had to reluctantly take the tomahawk, although it was not so easy, but it was enough to deal with the battle.

Makaev felt that his luck was really bad today, and as soon as he came out of his hiding place and was about to run away, he saw a murderous young man rushing towards him.

The young man's body was covered in blood, and there was even minced flesh on his body, and Makaev snorted and pulled out the single knife from his waist to meet it.

The young man looked difficult to deal with, but he could also be considered "seasoned", and Makaev didn't think he would lose, as long as he paid more attention.

Charles was initially startled by the bandit who had slipped down the tree, and if the bandit had continued to hide in the tree and give him a blow behind his back when he passed, his life would have been saved.

So this fear made him even more angry, and he slashed at the man with a single knife with an axe.

Makaev wasn't stupid either, he didn't take the rusty single knife in his hand to fight Charles' axe, he dodged Charles's axe with a slight mistake.

Golden opportunity! Makaev secretly thought to himself that although this young man looked powerful, his axe was really not enough.

Makaev thought about this, but the movement of his hand was really not slow, and as soon as he dodged the axe that had been chopped down, he immediately raised the single knife in his hand and slashed at Charles's waist.

If it weren't for the fact that Charles had a piece of leather armor hidden in his robe, he would have been disemboweled by this knife.

But even so, Charles was still injured, and a layer of red began to slowly appear on the clothes on his abdomen. Charles endured the pain, holding his axe high and settling again.

Makaev narrowed his eyes and licked his lips bloodthirstily, staring at the Charles like an ice wolf on a snowy field staring at his prey.

The sound of weapons clashing and the wails of the dying kept ringing in their ears, but they turned a deaf ear to them, and now there was only each other in their eyes, and the whole world was silent, as if only the two of them were left.

Suddenly, Makaev moved, he took a step to the left to attract Charles' attention, and just as Charles adjusted his position, Makaev suddenly took out a handful of yellow powder from his pocket and threw it towards Charles without looking.

Charles felt a shock in his heart, and he quickly stepped back, but some of the yellow powder still entered his eyes.

Sand! Charles figured out what the yellow powder was in an instant, but it didn't make him happy, as his eyes began to peel a little.

Makaev took a big step forward with a strange smile, and slashed at Charles's neck with a single knife in his hand.

At this time, Charles could not see Makaev's movements at all, he only felt a rapid wind coming from his left, and he quickly raised the axe in his hand and crossed in that direction. The force made him take a big step back, and his arm was shaken by the force.

As tears flowed, Charles could finally open his eyes, and he was greeted by Makaev's stunned face and his single knife broken in two.

Charles let out a roar of rage, and the axe in his hand slashed down!