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The moment he landed, a soft cushion seemed to be formed under the tiptoes. This allowed Barrett to stabilize his figure without even bending his knees.

Looking back, there were several very obvious depressions on the front chest of the red horse, which seemed to be still the masterpiece of the arcane missile.

'Do you shoot a man before a horse?' These damn kobolds are pretty shrewd! However, the kind of Cheng dù's injury just now doesn't seem to be able to kill a sturdy horse! Although I had such a question in my heart. But Barrett knew he didn't have time to think about it now.

The kobolds who had come up from all sides were already sharpening their spears with sharp bone tools tied to their hands, short bows that had become weak from overuse, and machetes sharpened from pieces of iron that they had picked up from nowhere.

Although Barrett knew about the kobolds' weapons, it was not easy to penetrate the armor on his body. But looking at the shredded dried meat hanging behind the tip of the spear, and the blood stains on the machete for I don't know how long. Barrett thought it would be better not to let these things touch him.

It's not just a matter of nausea, it's more important who knows what kind of germs or toxins are abundant in these things. No matter how good Barrett's physique is, ↘ he is still at risk of contracting because of this.

Alternating legs, stepping on a chain, and twisting his waist drove the spear in his hand - turning the spear into a stick and whipping it at the kobold who was approaching him with a "whirring" sound.

"Smack-" The skull of a large bobcat, which served as armor on the kobold's chest, was directly shattered, and the little guy himself was pumped upside down and flew out. The blood foam that vomited from the opponent's mouth formed a fog band in midair. And the fragments of internal organs that were mixed in with it fell to the ground quickly.

"The first one. Next up is the little guy ......" Barrett doesn't mind using his own language after landing. Stimulates these seemingly fierce but weak creatures in front of him.

To Barrett's surprise, under the sweeping shadow of the stick, there were a large number of kobolds crowded together because they couldn't dodge. This made a sneer on his face: "Unorganized, undisciplined, and lacking in training, these guys whose hearts are too high and their lives are thinner than paper." ”

A gun that turned around and retracted it spit out again, and that little bit of cold light was like a pear blossom. Immediately afterward, there were clumps of blood splattered among the kobolds who were huddled together.

Obviously, he walked through the bloody sky like a leisurely stroll, but to the people around him, Barrett's whole person seemed to turn into a storm - where he passed, the dog's head rolled. The lawn is flying.

As long as the spear in his hand seemed to be gently raised, stabbing and sweeping, the shadow of the stick was caught in the cold. Whether it was in all directions, in front of or around, in this warm sunlight, the sharp point of the spear was like countless stars around Barrett, shining and dazzling. From time to time, it suddenly spitted out a letter like a poisonous snake, stirring the air, and "snort-" slashed, piercing the heads or shoulder armor of several kobolds around it at once.

Barrett can now be said to be more and more comfortable with the war. I saw that he was energetic and explosive. The arms swing like raging waves. Attacking the half-human-tall black shadow in front of him. In an instant, the weather changed, and the banging sound wanted to be a piece. Those kobolds often see the shadow of guns in their eyes. After that, he fell unconscious.

Not far from Barrett, the unassuming-looking kobold with a strange whistle made from a rare elastic mushroom handle in his mouth. As it puffed out its cheeks, the grass farther away shook in a series of ways.

Of course, the other party's move did not hide Barrett's observation at all, and Barrett, who was slightly stunned, suddenly exerted a force on his legs, and rushed towards the whistling kobold: "It's actually a high-frequency whistle!" In other words, there are more than a group of kobolds in this area! ’

For Barrett knew that the strange whistle was making noises that only dragons and kobolds could hear. Kobolds often use it to deliver complex ciphers in order to coordinate their ranks in the event of an ambush or raid. The situation in front of him does not rule out that the guy is calling for reinforcements.

As he ran, Barrett began to sweep away the obstacles in front of him with all his might—the first kick hit the kobold's hemp arm, causing his machete to fly out of his hand. At the same time, he kicked the opponent's head hard, so that he couldn't afford it.

Players who are not proficient in unarmed combat, or who are proficient in innate weapon abilities, will be punished with severe penalties for using these two attacks, if it weren't for system limitations. The kobold who was kicked by Barrett on the head will definitely have a wonderful picture of his brain bursting.

With the cold light, the dragon suddenly appeared. A short distance is only a matter of a few steps under the power of running and jumping boots. Barrett then felt the force of his gun suddenly disappear, and then realized that he had gouged through the kobold's formation.

He looked back cautiously, and the large group of kobolds in the pre-emptive group did not appear at all. Even the dead remnants who had survived were now grabbing their weapons and burrowing into the grass that had only grown long.

"Go! Manage! The other ranger pulled the reins in his hand and stopped beside Barrett: "Hey man! Looks like I'm worried about you in vain. With your skills, you can go to the nobles' house to eat. ”

After saying this, the ranger pulled out the horn from his waist and began to blow a strange "whine" sound again. The sound of a loud horn seemed to inform the caravan that the danger had been lifted. The team can advance normally.

"It's just a bunch of kobolds, and it's not a big deal." Looking at the kobold corpse in front of him, Barrett had no joy of victory at all. Because no matter how much he looked at the battle just now, he didn't find the kobold spellcaster who used the arcane missile - this feeling of being out of his control made Barrett very uncomfortable.

"A master like you naturally wouldn't do anything about kobolds. But for those of us, kobolds and goblins are arguably the most annoying monsters along the way. He said the caravan ranger on his horse. He stretched out his big hand to Barrett: "Come on." Get on the horse! We're still in a hurry to go back! ”

"No need! I think of that stupid horse in my house. It seems to be able to move now. As he spoke, Barrett walked over to the red horse that had fallen to the ground, and then gently tapped the slightly sunken muscles with his foot.

"Shhh Hiss! The severe pain caused the eyes of these jujube red horses to open immediately. Then he kicked directly at Barrett with his own horseshoes.

Calmly avoiding the horse's hooves with iron palms, Barrett took advantage of the situation to snatch the reins that were floating in mid-air: "I really didn't expect to find a smart guy." ”

I don't know if the horse in front of me has a temperament with Barrett. After being held on to the reins, he struggled as he continued to kick Barrett with his forelimbs.

"It seems that you are not good at it!" The ranger on the side saw Barrett's busy scene, and his face could be said to be smiling - perhaps in his opinion, such Barrett was like a group he could usually see!

"Don't worry! I'll get this guy right away. Pulling the reins and dodging the horse's hooves, Barrett did not forget to turn back and reassure the ranger. He didn't want to be looked down upon in this kind of thing. But in his heart, Barrett had already cursed: 'This kind of untrained horse is not good. Once injured or frightened. It becomes a little uncontrollable. ’

Although his mind kept muttering, Barrett's hand movements did not slow down. As he flashed nimbly past the horse's hooves, he looked for an opportunity to pull the whip that had been pinned to the saddle anew into his hand.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! After three crisp sounds, the jujube red fluff fluttered in the wind. Then three deep whip marks were imprinted on the buttocks of the red horse. The stinging red horse struggled even harder, but more whipping awaited it.

Finally, when Barrett waved the whip in his hand for the seventh time, the horse in front of him finally understood that he was powerless to resist the "demon" in front of him. It had to endure the pain in its body, and strangely Barrett held the reins that controlled it.

Seeing that the farce in front of him was over, the tour was ready to beckon Barrett to go back to report together. Suddenly, there was a dense sound of horses' hooves behind the two of them—the rangers who had been scattered around the group had all arrived at the place where Barrett was.

"Wow! So many kobolds! You two did a great job! Before the distant people arrived, the rough voice had already reached the ears of the two men.

The ranger standing beside Barrett immediately explained. There was no presumptuous meaning at all: "Mr. Sandyford! I didn't interfere, Mr. Boreham did it alone. ”

"Is Mr. Boram alone!" With this voice. A large man with a beard immediately appeared in front of Barrett. After the captain of the caravan's escort turned over and dismounted, he looked at the corpse on the spot very carefully: "Mr. Boram, your strength seems to be much stronger than what you seemed!" ”

Knowing that the other party deserves it is the battle in the town square. Barrett tightened the reins in his hand indifferently and said, "Can I use all my strength against such a competitor?" The one in the square didn't even warm up for me. ”

"Alright! It seems like the same can be done for you. All right! All right! Let's all disperse! Go back to your respective posts and be on guard. Maybe there are kobolds who don't give up. With that, Mr. Sandiford waved his horsewhip and beckoned his colleagues to return to their original posts.

However, it was not easy to appease Barrett, who was a jujube red horse, and naturally he would not let go of such a convenient opportunity to ask for instructions at this time: "By the way, Mr. Sandiford!" My mount took some damage from the previous battle, and now it looks like it's temporarily unmountable. Can I take it on a leash and heal it? ”

Mr. Sandiford, who had heard this, looked at the scarred horse in front of him. However, he quickly skimmed over the extradermal injuries that Barrett had done, and immediately fixed his gaze on the hollows in the horse's chest.

Mr. Sandiford, who saw the injury, frowned and asked, "There are veterinarians in the caravan, though." However, it seems that this mid-range injury does not seem to be able to recover in a short period of time. I'm afraid that your favorite ride will not be able to ride properly on the rest of the road. ”

"Don't worry! Among my companions was a pastor. All it takes is a healing spell to solve this guy's problem. Barrett, who pulled his horse's head together, did not forget to add. And this stubborn guy isn't my favorite to ride. It's just for this operation. I started improvised from that town. ”

"Improvised! No wonder this guy isn't very obedient! The previous ranger scratched his head in realization.

Mr. Sandiford touched his chin and said, "Healing with magic? That's just too much of a luxury. Maybe there's something else that needs the help of the gods today! For you, Mr. Boreham, anyway. Riding is a bit of an overkill. Since the mount is temporarily unavailable, you can stay in the convoy! ”

"If it is your good intentions, Mr. Sandiford, then I am disrespectful." After saying that, Barrett thanked him, and then led the injured jujube red horses in the direction of the convoy.

When Barrett was completely gone, Mr. Harkis touched his chin and muttered, "It seems that Mr. Harkis must have been right before." The one who killed the barbarian of the brown bear mercenary group should be the one in front of him. ”

"You say Mr. Bolim, who killed that brute of the Brown Bear Mercenary Regiment? How could such a person join a small caravan like ours? Then almost everyone of the rangers, who had not had time to disperse, gasped. Obviously, the barbarian who forced Barrett to fight hard before was like thunder for these caravan guards!

Mr. Harkis, who heard the muttering of the players, immediately raised the horsewhip in his hand: "Didn't you all disperse before!" Why are they all still here? If there are any surprises elsewhere. You are the only ones who ask. ”

With the crunch of the whip in the air, the rangers immediately dispersed. At the same time, Barrett, who was leading the red horse, also stepped into the caravan.

After seeing the comer, a gnome caravan guard standing on the roof of the caravan immediately grabbed the microphone next to him and asked Barrett: "Aren't you supposed to be on patrol?" Why did you come back so early? ”

"When I was paying those kobolds just now, this little guy was a little injured. So Mr. Harkis asked me to come back and recuperate. Barrett said as he brushed the mane of the horse beside him.

The dwarf knew that there was no point in telling such a lie, which would not be exposed in half a day. I saw him nod at Barrett: "In that case, you can go in!" That's right! Old Hawking on the penultimate carriage was in good hands. If you hand over your horse to it, it shouldn't affect your future rides. ”

"Thank you! I'm going to take this little guy to show that old Hawking. I hope it doesn't have any particularly strict injuries! As he said this, Barrett immediately led his horse into the convoy.

After handing over the not-so-tame horse to the obscene-looking old Mr. Hawking. Barrett immediately walked towards his companion's carriage.

"What was the situation before!" When I met with Barrett a year, Rielie asked straight to the point.

Barrett spread his hands: "Don't worry! It's a bunch of kobolds who don't even give experience. ”

"Cut! I thought I would encounter something interesting! After hearing that the previous alarm was from the kobold, Rielly instantly lost her previous interest.

After grabbing the car and flipping into the caravan neatly, Barrett sat down against the caravan: "But. It's not completely without good news! At least I won't have to blow the wind outside for the rest of my trip. ”

"Good news for you." Rielly lay down in the carriage as she spoke, and began to close her eyes and recuperate.

The next few days of the caravan were also very smooth. Although occasionally I still encounter the trap of road slurry. But compared to the first few days. It's a lot less frequent.

Players will even be able to see the joyful smiles on the faces of the natives. Apparently they saw the hope of victory in their own operation. However, neither Mr. Sandiford nor Mr. Harkis nor the other high-ranking members of the caravan had the slightest joy on their faces. Because they know that the trial is not over, but has just begun.

……

"When! While! While! The bronze bell rang in the middle of the night in the middle of the moon. Then the caravan, which had already been encamped, immediately turned from tranquility to chaos. The sound of collisions, the sound of dressing, and the scolding city are mixed together and do not look lively.

Barrett, who was originally sleeping in his clothes, immediately turned over, and then picked up the Mo knife that was placed beside him. Then he jumped out of the caravan and whispered to the roof, "Noodles!" Any idea what's going on? ”

Noodle, who was on duty on the roof of the car, poked out his head: "How do I know what happened so suddenly?" However, the incident should have occurred near the horse-drawn wagons transporting grain and grass in the middle and rear of the convoy. ”

"Near the wagons that transport grain and grass!" Barrett immediately frowned when he heard this.

Everyone knows the truth that the soldiers and horses go first before the grain and grass are moved, and a caravan like this is also like an army responsible for escorting. For them, who often have to trek for ten days and half a month in the wilderness without a village or a store, the food, grass and drinking water they carry with the car can be said to be the most important thing. If something goes wrong, it's a big problem.

While speaking, Claudia, who was also awakened by the cacophony of voices. Auditore also poked his head out: "What the hell is going on?" Was it an attack? ”

Barrett, who stood on tiptoe and looked at the location of the incident, shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be an attack, it should be an internal affair of the team!" You saw the noodles here, I'll go to the front and see what's going on? ”

With that, Barrett took his weapon and walked to the lively carriage. But before Barrett could approach the two carriages, he was blocked by two caravan guards reaching out.

"What the hell is going on!" Although it was not a short distance, with the same good eyesight in the night, Barrett could see what was behind the crowd.

A humanoid creature whose appearance was not clear was cut behind his back and fell to the ground. And the same Mr. Sandiford before was now pointing at the guy who was kneeling on the ground. Sometimes it seems that he will find time to kick the opponent.

As if noticing that Barrett's eyes were always moving towards the place of the incident, the two guards immediately moved forward and stood on tiptoe to block Barrett's view. One of them immediately spread his hands and waved them in front of Barrett.

Then one of them directly said: "Mr. Boreham! What happened in the back was the internal affairs of our caravan. Please don't focus too much on things that are not related to your work. ”

"There's an inner ghost, isn't it?" Barrett, who took a step back, asked in a low voice.

As soon as the words fell, the faces of the two guards in front of them suddenly became very difficult to look at. Apparently Barrett had guessed the answer – in fact, because the way they answered was so unsophisticated. As long as you are not stupid, you can get the answer from their words every minute.

Before the other party could speak, Barrett said, "Okay! I'm going to go to sleep right now. I don't know anything about tonight. ”

After saying this, Barrett immediately turned around and walked towards the caravan where he had rested before. And the two caravan guards looked like they were greatly relieved when they saw Barrett's watch.

Barrett, who returned to the outside of the caravan, was immediately surrounded by his companions, who had already woken up. Claymatis. Bot rubbed his sparse sleepy eyes and asked, "What the hell is going on over there?" It woke people up in the middle of the night, and then they were left aside. ”

"I was driven back by the guards! So the specifics are not very clear. Barrett spread his hands, "But it looks like it may have been noticed that someone wanted to do something in the first place." After finding out that it was his own people who were arrested, he was ready to hide it from us outsiders! ”

"You mean there's a ghost in the caravan?" Rielly asked excitedly.

"Why are you so excited! There is a way that the ugliness of the family should not be publicized, and the attitude of the caravan has been very clear to tell us, don't get involved in this matter. Speaking of this, Barrett nudged Rielly: "So you better catch up on sleep quickly, so as not to affect tomorrow's spell memory work." (To be continued......)