The merchants looked at each other at the robbers, and the old merchant motioned to a servant, who trembled and picked up a bag of coins, walked between the robbers and them, and put the bag down.

"Hmph." The robber, who seemed to be the leader, staggered to the place where the money bag was placed, he bent down and picked it up, and tossed it in his hand, and the money bag made a crisp sound.

"That's not enough money." The leader robber spat out the grass in his mouth, and it was obvious that he was not satisfied with the bag of money.

"That's a lot of money." The young merchant roared angrily.

"It's not enough, I can smell the fragrance in your money bags hundreds of miles away." The bandit leader was clearly not satisfied, and he waved at his men behind him.

"These bastards." The old merchant immediately shouted, he understood that today's affairs could not be left to rest, and that only by force could be solved.

"Rush~~~." The robbers, armed with rusty swords, rushed over with a whoosh, and although the merchants had their own weapons, they were much worse than these outlaws.

"Bell~~." The caravan guards rushed forward first, stabbing the robbers with their spears, and this kind of hired escort had a fight with these robbers, but their numbers were too small to be attacked by so many people.

"Wow~~~." Unstoppned, the robbers rushed into the midst of the merchants, brandishing their swords and slashing at them, and the merchants quickly fell to the ground with their swords in an attempt to resist.

"Hmm." The irascible young merchant, sword in both hands, stabbed at a robber who was attacking his companion, fortunately his sword pierced the weak part of the robber's armor right from the side, and the blade of the sword pierced into the internal organs between the ribs. He killed the robber. But, unfortunately, this caused the wrath of other robbers.

"Damn it, kill him." The bandit leader parryed the guard's spear as another short sword stabbed into the guard's abdomen, and he strode over to the young merchant, the bandit leader before he could fall into the grass. But as a real mercenary, killing someone is as easy as eating.

"I, I, I." The young merchant may have killed for the first time, he looked at the blood stains on his hands, and he was stunned, his stomach churned with the smell of blood, and he was at a loss as he looked at the robber leader who was approaching step by step.

"Die!" The leader of the robbers raised his sword. Ready to split the young merchant in half, the young merchant was already paralyzed and sat on the ground.

"Bell." Just as the knife slashed down, it was blocked, and the bandit leader and the young merchant looked at the block in amazement, which was an ordinary traveler's crutch, but it made a metallic sound.

"Don't bully children!" Arold didn't intend to intervene directly at first, he was just thinking about how to leave with Miss Shirley. But when he saw that the young merchant who handed him the dagger was in distress, he couldn't help but take action.

"What the hell is this?" The bandit leader looked at Arold in surprise. How could this wooden crutch block a knife?

"You mean that?" Arold put down the hood of the cloak, he smiled slightly, and slowly pulled out his hands, which turned out to be a walking stick made of wood, and inside was a refined sword, with a sharp blade accounting for four-fifths of the total length.

"That's a good thing. Give it to me and I'll let you go. The bandit leader's eyes lit up, as a mercenary he knew weapons very well, and such a strangely sharp weapon was enough to arouse his greed.

"Oh, if you want, give it to you!" Arold gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands. With his left foot and his right foot pulling out of his lunge, he raised his sword and charged straight towards the bandit leader, completing a bull calf pose.

"Hmph, damn nobleman." The bandit leader snorted coldly and slashed at Arrod, who stabbed his sword straight at his opponent, forcing the bandit leader to retreat, and then spun his sword like a windmill.

"Oh, it's a two-handed sword technique." The old merchant couldn't help but exclaim, he knew that the two-handed sword technique was a technique that only a few local nobles had, and it was circulated within the knight family, and it was said that the most used now was Mecklenburg, where there was a team of two-handed swordsmen.

"It's amazing." The young merchant looked at Arold dumbfounded, only to see Arold dancing his two-handed sword, forcing the bandit leader to retreat step by step, the power of the two-handed sword is not only the tip of the sword, the most terrifying thing is the four-fifths length of the sword body, and there are killing opportunities everywhere. As long as he holds the tip of the sword, Arrod, who wears leather gloves, can make the two-handed sword transform into a short sword and a dagger.

"Poof, hmm, how is that possible." Although the bandit leader was a mercenary, he only survived by experience, and he did not go through systematic swordsmanship learning at all, and finally carelessly, he was cut in the neck from the side by Arold's sword body, and blood spurted out like an arrow, and his eyes widened and he didn't believe that there was such a fast sword skill.

"Chief~~~." The robbers couldn't believe their eyes, their leader, who had barely been defeated, had had his throat cut by a traveler.

"Die, unlucky." Arold looked at the bandit leader kneeling in front of him, and thrust his sword through the crack in the neck of the leather armor, stabbing him directly in the heart, resulting in the life of the robber leader.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong~~." At the same time, several black shadows shot at the robbers, only to see Harvey pull out several throwing knives and throw them out quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly, and the flying knives did not miss a shot.

"Who the hell are they?" The merchants looked at Harvey in amazement, when they threw the flying knives, Harvey was like an agile female leopard, she danced two daggers, bowed her body and shuttled between the two warring sides, the daggers stabbed the robbers' Achilles tendons, thigh arteries and other vital parts, the knives saw the flesh, and only heard the robbers on the battlefield wailing.

"Retreat, retreat." The robbers finally could not hold it anymore, their leader was killed, and they were suddenly attacked, and they fled into the dense forest, where they were gone.

"Huhuhu, we've won." The caravan guards and merchants looked at the backs of the robbers, raised their weapons and let out cheers.

"It's over so soon?" Arold drew his sword and wiped it on the leather armor of the robber leader, then picked up the wooden scabbard on the ground and reinserted it into an ordinary cane.

"It's not strong enough, and the sweep on the Mecklenburg border is not allowed, those Slavic robbers are fighting to the end." Harvey sneered as he stepped on the head of a robber's dead man, and then kicked the dead man's head far away like a ball. (To be continued.) )

PS: I'm sorry, I've been too busy lately, thank you for your understanding!!