Standing at the end of the carriage queue, Flot stared at the busy men by the carriage, rubbing his hands together, his palms covered with sweat - he looked around, and I have to say that the ambush site chosen by this group was really very particular -

From the winding mountain path to the open field in the middle of the mountain forest, it was in the shape of a bell mouth, and there was a way out, so the plundered merchants had another choice but to desperately resist. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 However, the mountain roads are very narrow and dangerous, and it is difficult for the wagons carrying goods to break away in a short time, which also determines that the bandits' actions to plunder the goods will never fail.

Pieces of armor, broadswords, and knives from the craftsman's workshop in Leyte were removed from the carriage, and Flot groaned as if it were fleshing at his heart, and made him miserable.

"My lord, please stop in moderation!"

At last, Frode shouted loudly, and the name of the robbers changed again, from "sir" to "Excellency", and now to "sir".

"That's enough."

The middle-aged man with Scar turned his head and looked up and down again at the chubby caravan owner with an anxious and panicked face, and he grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat but somewhat yellowed teeth, "I said - only take one percent of the goods!" ”

I hope so!

Frode let out a long sigh of relief—though he was still skeptical about the rebels' credibility.

There were eight carriages in the caravan, the standard four-wheeled carriage of a single horse, until half an hour had passed, all the carriages had been overturned, and the goods piled up on the road beside them were like a hill, and the fierce veterans finally stopped what they were doing.

Flod reluctantly looked at the pile of goods, as sad as lovers about to separate.

"Very good quality weapon!"

The middle-aged man with the scar walked over to the pile of goods, picked up a long knife and put it in front of his face, and brushed a finger over the blade covered in butter - a kingdom-style weapon. Bladed on one side with a slight arc, it is usually used by infantry against unarmored or lightly armored enemies, as well as the Rangers of the Tasyas.

Brush Brush -

The middle-aged man with the scar played two knives with his long knife, but when he looked at the fleshy caravan owner again, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes—Mr. Frode's face was surprised, and his eyes peeked behind him from time to time.

Several men dressed in almost the same leather armor and cloth shirts as them stood on a large rock on the hillside behind them. Seeing the middle-aged man turn around and glance at him, the young man who was as tall as a javelin smiled slightly.

The brawny men turned in unison, and at last they saw the group behind them—they looked like their peers in their costumes, but their faces were unfamiliar. To be sure, they are not from the rebel group. Well, it can only be the local bandits of Nogo.

But what about the blonde chick standing behind several men, twisting her waist and drilling around?

Could it be that it is a knight of a noble family who goes out on a safari?

The strong men vigilantly drew their weapons, and the atmosphere in the mountains and forests was tense for a while.

It was Glo who came. After leaving the town of White Rock, the bandit leader decided to return home - to the Lampton mines. The experience of many days in a row has made people feel very tired, and because of the "righteousness of justice" [Jatis], things have already made many waves, no matter what factors are considered, it is a very reasonable thing to choose the way back.

However, when they were just perched in the mountains and forests, the bandits heard the movement in the vicinity - young people always like to watch the excitement, so Glo and his party packed their simple belongings and came here. When they saw the scene in front of them, it was unusually familiar. At this moment, several core members of the bandit organization even held a brief impromptu meeting.

"Boss, do you want to do a vote?"

Oliver never forgets what he does. As a bandit, black eating black is a normal thing.

"Look again."

As a leader, Glo said to act steady.

"Those guys look like a bunch of veterans."

Scott, the bandits' number one thug, is not brave and unscrupulous.

"Boys, what do you want to do!"

Behind the middle-aged man with the scar, an equally tall veteran with a full beard immediately shouted. As veterans of the chaos in the Northlands, they have certainly come into contact with various forces and figures. They are already familiar with bandits born in mud legs, or hairy boys from aristocratic families.

In short, for these guys, don't be too polite.

Hearing the shout, Glo's gaze shifted from the middle-aged man with the scar to the beard, and the smile on his face disappeared as he slowly walked towards the crowd.

A red dot!

Two red dots!

Well? Everything else is little yellow dots.

Glo turned on the [Surrounding Character Status] and stared at the image displayed in the radar map silently. He walked to the carriage and glanced at the caravan owner with a happy face, fat as a pig, but what he said next made Mr. Frog's heart fall into the ice cellar with hope and joy.

"Nogo, wolf. Up for grabs! ”

Glo stared into the eyes of the middle-aged man with the scar, and he had already seen who was the powerful here. As the bandit leader drew closer, he told his name and purpose, and he walked up to the middle-aged man with the scar, only an arm's length away, and stopped.

The eyes of the two men looked at each other indifferently.

Glo's pupils were the tan common among the eastern mountain people, while the middle-aged man with the scar had gray eyes that were almost dull.

"Wolves?"

The middle-aged man with Scar chuckled, his face showing a hint of disdain, "I haven't heard of it." ”

"So, let me introduce myself profoundly."

Glo drew his sword from his waist. Without further words, Glo stepped forward, the sword light tore through the air in an instant, and the airflow condensed into lines and exploded forward within the visible line of sight, like a flowering bamboo, exploding a series of crisp explosions.

Scar's middle-aged man's face changed drastically, but he didn't have time to effectively block or better dodge. Almost embarrassed, he leaned over and rolled through the mud, and when his back ran over the gravel ground and hit the carriage, and when he got back to his feet, he saw the expressionless, flat face of the man opposite, as if the blow had been effortless.

The veterans gathered around, but the middle-aged man with the scar waved his hand, he pulled out the long knife from his back, and his face was solemn - the sword just now may have an element of sneak attack. But swinging a sword to easily hit a sonic boom is definitely a level above the [Awakening Realm]!

Very strong! At least in Nogo, it belongs to a number of strong people!

The middle-aged man with Scar searched the list in his memory, but he couldn't find a matching name for a while. His gaze wandered suddenly, and he saw the young man's companion opposite, and the blonde chick, who had come up at some point.