"Chop!"

The burly man sat on the stump of a tree, smashed the ants into a pulp with a round shield, chewed on the milk sticks, his teeth were yellow, and his dark red beard was braided with fine grass vines.

The bob horse shook and the hoop crushed the knuckle-thick bugs.

The beard stood up, put the girdle back on, and checked the coins hidden in the inner armor of the clasp—none of his companions were good, and most of them had unclean hands and feet.

There was a sobbing sound from inside the bushes next to it, and now it was the turn of the other scumbags.

They're bandits, women are the worst part of the spoils, and the venue can sometimes be very mood-stricken.

The guy with the scar on his mouth, who was bitten on the ass by the tree-hearted ants while relaxing, is now constantly scolding, and the country vocabulary coupled with the toothless and leaky mouth is really irritating.

"It's just a minor issue, can it be a little quieter."

"Bugs don't care if you look scary or not, even if you show your knife, they'll still gnaw at you. So make my ears comfortable and enjoy the milk bars, okay bastard? ”

But the other party did not listen to persuasion at all.

The man stomped on every tree ant he could see with his leather boots, and not only that, but he even unbuttoned his breeches and poured a soak of yellow urine.

"Disgusting."

The beard frowned and chewed, shook his head and turned away.

The wooden box burst open with a thud, and the debris flew and nearly cut off the little brother with Scarmouth.

"Blind! You're a wolf, do you have horse manure in your eye sockets? Be careful that I gouge out your other eyeball! ”

The person who was scolded was a tall man with a broad axe in his hand.

The bark-wrapped wooden handles were soaked in stains and covered with an oily slurry, and the iron was covered in scratches and chips.

He had an old wound in his left eye, his pupils were white, like solidified wax, and his right eye was round and his brow was furrowed.

Belongs to the typical unreasonable, brutal and violent guys.

"Shut up, I was just scared by him."

The blind man was talking about a middle-aged man with a badly wounded leg at his feet, with a broken arm and legs crushed by a collapsed carriage.

When the bandits broke open the wooden box and looted it just now, they found him dying.

"Save ...... Help, please......"

The blind man was scolding Scar's mouth at this time.

At the same time, the axe was held high, and the notch on the edge of the blade sank steadily into the ground, and the scarlet blood gurgled into the gap, and the homeless lost his voice.

After the killing, the bandit straightened up and looked around like a resting woodcutter, and saw two overturned carriages, wooden crates in disarray, dead bodies in pools of blood with desperate expressions.

There were slaps and curses in the bushes, and the bandits scattered around were priing open and looting all kinds of luggage, and the cattle had been killed and hung on pack horses, waiting to be pulled back.

This is a grassy slope on the side of the road, like a flood outlet in the forest.

And they are nets, robbing people fleeing from the south.

The displaced people carried cattle, sheep, carts, and sometimes pack horses, so the narrow mountainous area could not be navigated, so they had to pray for the main road and throw themselves into the arms of the long-awaited bandits.

War broke out and it entered autumn.

Griffins, Fenters, and fork-tailed dragons all began to look for mates in fidgety, and it was common to hear the falling trees and the terrifying howls, and to look up the ravens swooping up in the misty woods.

The bandits did a good job, and usually kept captives or animals in captivity, but now there was no need - the homeless people south of Hangena came with all their savings.

Supplies for the winter had already been prepared at the beginning of autumn, and now everything is considered extra wealth.

When the time comes, he will tie up a few pleasing women and escape the robbery of the warlord and the sweep of the lord in the mountains.

When the snow melts in the coming year, hide your weapons and armor, swagger into the town, drink the best gin, sleep with the wildest woman, and spend all your private money......

Whoop!

The stalker whistled, pulled his fingers out of his yellow fangs around his beard, and spit.

"Barov! (Bandit expletive)"

Two or three strong men with messy hair sprang out, cursing and putting on their pants and armor.

They weren't worried about the attack, and the whistle had already said two messages - there was something good, there was no threat.

Therefore, actively preparing for war is to prevent accomplices and grab the baby.

Horses rushed into the road with blood and weeds, and hungry wolf-like bandits surrounded their prey—haggard, alone, wounded in the shoulder, on a well-equipped warhorse.

Good luck, next time I go to Taiganda, I have to gamble a big buck!

[The bandits' eyes are burning and they are panting, and they have already begun to calculate how much your horses can be sold for. 】

The person in the middle is naturally Adam, and this group of bandits has been staring at the map for a long time.

At this point, he stopped at the calculated place and calmly waited for the official meeting.

【Bandit】

[Attitude: Killing intent is obvious]

[Specialty: Fighting, Looting]

[Monologue: I'm going to strangle you with your intestines!] 】

"There are seven of you, and one of them is going to die last, but that's not lucky for him.

Anyone want to recommend yourself? ”

Adam looked up, his face as calm and meaningful as the smell of blood through the woodland.

The bandits didn't care about the long sword on Adam's waist, after all, sturgeons still had spines, but this young man didn't beg for mercy, didn't panic, and dared to intervene in his share of the spoils.

Adam looked at the position on the ground, followed the [Bad Horse], swept the [Plate Leggings] and [Broken Broadaxe], stared at the tall man with a pale left eye, and continued to speak.

"But that person is definitely not you, after all, you are about to lose your sight forever."

"Miscellaneous, I'm going to chop off your limbs one by one!"

[Your relationship with the bandit deteriorates, and the other party raises his weapon in a rage. 】

[Javelin Trap (Active)]

The soaked vines were pulled and straightened under the action of manpower, and the moment they were chopped, an entire row of javelins was shot, and black shadows swept through the wind.

The blind man straightened up, blood splattered, and the javelin pierced his chest horizontally from under his armpit.

The two riders next to him lost their heads forever, and the horses were trampling the ground in panic, and their axes and leather shields slipped to the ground.

Adam resolutely clamped his legs, and the horses saw death, and reacted quickly, and they rushed out of the encirclement, and plunged into the woodland vigorously, the sound of hooves fading away.

The movements were smooth and natural, and the curly Hangener sword even cut off half of the beard.

Hiss law~

The hideous-looking bandits raised their weapons and reined in pursuit, their iron spears flung forward with great force, piercing the trees beside Adam and dropping only a few dead branches.

"Skinned him!"

"I'm going to beat him to death with my own hands!"

"Bastard!"

……

【Horse Trap (Effective)】

The bandit behind Adam flew up from his horse, and the unlucky fellow had been pierced by a stake hidden by the long grass.

The homeless dragged the straight vines, which were pulled out with great force, and several palms were worn out, and the scattered internal organs scared the women into vomiting.