Everyone is happy to hear such news, and no one will be unhappy because of the bustling and lively city.

The dense woods blocked Charles' gaze, so he couldn't see the town in the distance. The mountains of Rhodok have always been like this, with rugged trails and dense woods that can often get disorienting for explorers, but luckily they have guides who know the terrain so they don't get lost anyway.

Since the guides said they were almost there, they must have arrived soon.

Charles: They were lucky to have come this way, and they didn't meet those outlaws who wanted money and didn't want to die. These people do not produce, they make a living by plundering the caravans of pedestrians passing by, and the bounties posted in the various towns and villages where the caravans pass have already shown their harmfulness, they are like locusts that ravage in the mountains of Rhodok, and when they find the right opportunity, they come out to plunder, and once the lord brings troops to suppress them, they retreat back into the mountains and forests, and the locals are miserable about these guys.

These guys have a well-known name here, the bandits, but they have inherited the habit of their predecessors to rob money rather than their lives, which is many times better than those pirates who are used to using people's skulls as wine glasses.

However, neither the pirates nor the bandits were what the Charr wanted to meet.

It's very close to Djerkhara, and although there is still a dense jungle, no bandit with a brain will choose to haunt here, so everyone slowly relaxed their vigilance, chatted happily with each other, and looked at the beautiful surroundings.

At this time, it is the early spring, and many unknown flowers are blooming one after another, red as fire, pink as sun, and white as jade. The surrounding layers of mountains and forests are surrounded by pedestrians, the tender green leaves often roll with dewdrops, its roots are white and blue, and there are a few red threads, as if the red line is inlaid in the jasper, this fresh and dripping green is spread out in all around, allowing people to sink into this vibrant nature.

Attracted by the scent of flowers, the bees and butterflies danced around the caravan, and Charles was a little stunned, and couldn't help but reach out to touch the unreal picture of beauty. Then a sharp pain in his finger told him that it was all true—a bee had stung him hard.

Charles smiled wryly, feeling a little ashamed of his stupidity just now.

Suddenly, there was another cry of "ah" in his ears, and it seemed that someone had done the same stupid thing as him, and before Charles could look back to see who had been stung by the bee and laugh at him, another sharp voice sounded in his ears.

"Enemy attack! Everyone, take shelter from all sides! ”

At this time, Charles had time to look back and see what had happened, three of them had already been shot by the crossbow arrows, two of them died on the spot, and another was crawling on the ground with a wail, and the blood spread under his body into a small snake, as if he wanted to choose a man and love it.

The scream just now was made by him, there was definitely a good crossbow player hiding in the woods, he hid in the shadows and unknowingly killed two people, only after a slight omission in the third person, he failed to kill him at once, which gave the caravan time to warn.

Charles shuddered a little as he looked at the man who was still lying on the ground and wailing, because in his order, he himself was next.

"Listen to the people below, we just need money. As long as you convert the goods in your car into dinars and pay us them, we will let you go safely, and if you have to be obsessed, then we will have to give you a ride! ”

"These damn bandits, are they crazy! How many heads do they have to dare to plunder here in Djerkhala! ”

The caravan leader from Suno stood up, looked at the dense jungle in front of him and the shadowy figures in it, and said: "Heroes, we are all going out to beg for food, it is not easy for everyone, you raise your noble hand and make a price, if you give it all, we will starve to death!" “

"Kujiit? You don't want to be your ringing horse, what kind of caravan leader hahaha! A foul voice came from inside, and a loud laugh came from close to the woods.

The caravan leader didn't say anything, just looked at the forest in front of him calmly.

When the thief saw that he ignored him, he had to speak again: "Since you have also come out to beg for a living, then I will only take half of you, and look at the size of your caravan and your goods, and we will be merciful and only accept you three thousand five hundred dinars." ”

"You're robbing!"

"yes, we're robbing! Now that you have made us feel bad, we want seven thousand dinars, and if you don't pay you, I will sell you all to the slave traders, and so many of you can buy them for a good price!" ”

Everyone was enraged by his arrogance, and the mountain people were originally impulsive and short-tempered, and as soon as they heard his unashamed remarks, they immediately turned the sky upside down, picked up the crossbow beside them and shot into the forest.

I have to say that these mountain people are really natural crossbow players, and they only shot one round, and there were several screams from the bandits in the forest.

"You're dead! I'm going to sell you all to Salander! ”

As soon as the bandit leader finished speaking, a large number of crossbow arrows shot out of the forest. Unlike the caravan here, most of the caravan's guards were in the middle of the forest avenue, and they were all hidden in the forest, so they made seven or eight of the caravan people fall in one shot, and the power of crossbow arrows is well known, if they can't be treated quickly, these people will definitely die.

Charles hid himself in the back of the mule cart and shoved his head into his arms, the sound of crossbow bolts piercing the cart incessantly, and he felt a fear that he had never felt before lingering in his heart, and he couldn't move his fear, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead like soybeans.

On that day, Charles understood that there was a fear called death.

He suddenly remembered his old butler, remembered the way he raised his hand to the sky and spoke to him, and he suddenly felt that all this was not so terrible.

Because, he has nothing left.

He has no home, no relatives, no real friends, and the only family and title he is proud of are just a joke in the eyes of others. So, since he has nothing left, what else is there to fear of losing?

Charles's hand holding the sword slowly stabilized, his gaze was never firmer, he looked at the man who had been dead for a long time on the side, the last bit of pity in his heart disappeared, Charles pulled his body with an indifferent face, took the crossbow from his hand, put on the crossbow arrow and poked his head out to shoot.

There was a painful voice in the woods, and that voice they had all heard, it was the bandit leader just now, who had been shot by the Charles.

Charles threw away his crossbow, drew his sword, and grabbed a plank in his left hand to shield him in front of him.

He waved the long sword in his hand vigorously, pointed at the forest on the opposite side, and roared loudly: "Reinforcements have arrived!" Everyone, rush with me, kill all these shit! ”