"As you wish!"

A slightly hoarse voice echoed the Tasyas on the other side, and Glo rolled and dismounted, lowered his horned bow, and drew a stabbing sword from his waist. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Duel?

Whether it is a merchant or a bandit, the true essence of the conflict between them is nothing more than a competition of interests.

In the northern part of the Elantt kingdom, where bandits are rife everywhere, when merchants encounter bandits and are unable to mediate amicably, duels become an unwritten rule, if one of the bandits fails, they leave on their own, and if the merchant fails, they hand over half of their goods - merchants and bandits are not natural enemies, and large-scale shopping is not beneficial to both sides.

It's just that, after the ferocious attack just now, and now this kind of endgame, Glo understands very well that the so-called duel is nothing more than the dying throes of the Tassia people.

As a Nogo who lived through the Sixth Eta War, Glo has always had a deep hatred for the Tasyas, and he had already made up his mind to pay attention to this action before he launched the charge.

This duel, whether won or lost, will not change much in the final result. The reason why he agreed to this seemingly meaningless duel was purely to hone his personal fighting skills. What's more, Glo believes in himself that he will not lose against an opponent of the same fighting professional level. ’

Walking slowly towards the leader of the Tasia caravan on the opposite side, Glo's steps were steady and powerful. At this time, the members of the bandit group also stopped their movements, squeezed their eyebrows at each other, and glanced at each other from time to time with a kind of "this guy is going to be a tragedy".

"That guy looks fierce, and the boss doesn't know if he can handle it?"

"Tsk, absolutely not ten breaths, no, five breaths."

The members of the bandit group lowered their heads and discussed, and even quietly made bets, but the leader of the Tasya caravan on the opposite side gradually broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, and the opponent's cold killing intent seemed to bring a cold wind, which made his chest cold. The previous anger faded quickly, and then he remembered that the gang of bandits in front of him was unexpectedly strong, far from being comparable to those thieves he had encountered before-from the time he launched the charge to the present, only a few tens of seconds had passed, and the entire caravan had completely lost its combat effectiveness, giving him the illusion of facing the elite scout team of the regular legion.

The leader of the Tasya caravan knew very well the strength of the caravan guards, most of them were veterans of the Sixth Eta War, although they were not the elite of the first-line legions, but they were not completely rookies, but they didn't expect that they would be wiped out in a single moment.

I didn't know what kind of strength the leader of the bandit group would have, but thinking of this, the caravan leader felt his legs tremble a little.

Frightened, the caravan leader couldn't help but attack first.

"Hey-ahh

Bending his knees slightly, in a gesture of strength, the leader raised his scimitar and rushed towards it like a fierce arrow.

At a distance of less than thirty paces, the figures of the two staggered past in an instant.

Gently turned around with a dexterous arc to avoid this ferocious "slash", the corners of Glo's mouth hooked a smile, sideways, swinging his sword, stabbing, simple and not fancy movements with a wonderful rhythm, the sound of "snorting" pierced the air, as if a swift eagle swept past the rabbit running on the grassland, and the sharp beak pecked into the flesh with precision.

"Bang-bang-", after the impact of the metal provoked a few crisp sounds, the picture became unusually quiet.

"You've lost!"

The cold blade slammed into the throat of the Tasya.

Glo withdrew his sword and turned to look coldly at his opponent.

However, the opponent in front of him could no longer make any words to respond, and the scimitar slipped from his weak palm, and his body suddenly shrank to the ground, and only a pair of unwilling eyes looked at Glo.

Glo stared coldly into those eyes, and in the turquoise pupils, the sparkle of life was passing away - the opponent clutched his throat, trying to salvage something, but it was just a useless effort, and the air in his lungs was under negative pressure, and bright red blood bubbles came out through the thin skin of his throat.

The winner is decided.

As if time had suddenly frozen, the Tasya's caravan stopped its confusion, and one by one stood in place dumbfounded, the wounded who had been lying on the ground and rolling on the ground with their mouths wide open, and the sound of wailing came to an abrupt end.

What happened between the lightning and flint was so unexpected that they couldn't even believe that the leader who had been so skilled in the past was actually killed in such a short instant!

Spike!

To paraphrase a term commonly used by players in "Discord" - "Spike". This is the standard "spike", from the fight to the end, not even a breath.

In the virtual reality game "Strife" in the previous life, as the basic combat class "Ranger" of LV10, in the face of fighters of similar levels, if you compare the character attributes and skills of both sides, killing the opponent in seconds is basically an unlikely event. However, there is a setting in the game that if you perform a critical strike, as long as the damage exceeds the limit, the "instantaneous" decision will be triggered.

In his past combat experience, Glo has long realized that the "instant death" decision is also valid in this world, because this is a more realistic world than the game. Therefore, in battle, Glo has always pursued a fatal vital blow.

"The boss is mighty!"

"The boss is domineering!"

After a slight hesitation, the members of the bandit group rubbed their eyes to confirm this reality, and immediately cheered, and the loudest laugher in the crowd was Oliver, after laughing, he quickly stretched out a palm to his companion beside him.

……

Glo raised her head, her indifferent eyes filled with a hint of cruelty and bloodlust, and she made a throat-slitting gesture.

The members of the bandit group quickly came to their senses and rushed into the ranks of the caravan with their weapons and screaming. The caravan that had lost its leader had no confidence or strength to resist, and all that remained in the silent valley was screams and tassia curses.

……

The cool breeze of dusk blows the hairline, the smell of blood pours into the air, and a flock of crows hovers over the branches of the trees waiting for a feast.

The bandits began to count the harvest of the operation,

Without many words, Glo stood silently in the middle of the mountain path of the setting wind and the slanting sun, plucked a grass stalk from the side of the road, and chewed it gently.

The faded adrenaline regained his composure. Once upon a time, Glo, who has the modern mind, always brought him deep guilt in his heart for cruelly depriving others of their lives, but now seeing this bloody scene, he felt an indescribable pleasure.

However, when he thought that the "lamb" this time was a Tasya, Glo was relieved.

Humming a minor tune of a popular song he had liked in his previous life, Glo quickly threw away these complicated thoughts.

From the bottom of my heart, I silently say "open the system".

Rows of familiar bright green subtitles emerge in front of your eyes:

EXP+10……

EXP+100……

EXP+10！

Glanced at the EXP progress bar: 286/300, about to upgrade from LV10 "Ranger" to the next level.

……

"Glo, a major discovery."

While Glo was in a slight daze, Oliver, who had gained a lot and smiled from ear to ear, came to Glo, holding a huge cloth bag in both hands.

This cloth bag is actually squirming.

Glo took it and put it down, then ripped off the sack, which was a girl tied up in a sturdy linen rope.

Swing your sword.

Collect the sword.

Glo broke the rope and began to examine the girl carefully.

Perhaps because of too many bumps, the girl's expression was a little sluggish, her hair was messy, and her face was stained with dust, but it did not affect the fact that this girl was beautiful, not even inferior to the so-called "goddesses" that Glo had seen in her previous life.

Pale blonde shoulder-length hair like tassels, bright eyes with a hint of panic, like sparkling lake, slender white neck like an elegant swan.

Physically, the girl was supposed to be an Elantre.

Glo's tone was gentle, "Don't be afraid, you've been rescued." ”

The girl didn't answer, but looked into Glo's eyes with some horror.

Glo laughed, was the girl frightened when she saw the bloody scene of corpses strewn all over her?

"Huh? Lady of the nobility of Kartha? ”

Glo caught a glimpse of the girl's dirty neckline, the delicately woven silk undershirt rusted with intricate spiral patterns, in the "strife" of the previous life, Glo had a little understanding of aristocratic heraldry, and the decoration of the Elantra nobles was full of rounded lines, which was very consistent with the eyes.

Hearing Glo's words, the girl's eyes changed slightly, and she got up from the ground and moved her hands and feet slightly, but she still looked at Glo cautiously.