Two bandits sat in front of the hotel in Green Valley, their clothes dirty and their faces ugly. They clung to the roasted lamb chops and devoured them, eating like hyenas, constantly biting and chewing with their upper and lower jaws, rough and ugly.

There are many bandits in the Northland, they have no fixed residence, they eat and sleep, and they can only look for opportunities to rob in the wilderness. Only the leader can eat his stomach, and the other trash fish are also extremely hard.

The hardships of dying forced the bandits to be extremely vicious. They are like locusts that are not afraid of death, seizing the opportunity to sweep the land, launching desperate attacks regardless of everything, and causing countless human tragedies.

Green Valley Town is a hard bone that bandits can't usually gnaw on, and this time it is easy to break through with the power of the Long-legged Family, and they will not leave easily when they come in.

The occupied town hotel is only two floors, with an interior of 100 square meters.

The door was rotten, leaving fresh bloodstains. A woman threw herself outside the store. She was bleeding from multiple wounds on her forehead and arms, and her breath was extremely faint, though she still had some breath.

Outside the hotel, there were several other bodies that had been hacked and killed, all of them innocent residents. Their blood flowed through the cracks in the stone slabs and into the streets outside the hotel, converging into puddles.

The gatekeepers turned a blind eye to this, and instead grabbed the wine bag and drank loudly, and the foul language continued one after another.

In the middle of the night, the noise travels far away with the wind and can be heard throughout the town.

But the town was as dead and silent as a dark graveyard. The bandits exist like ghosts, and those who are still alive are hiding in their homes, and they dare not come out.

The pooled blood solidified in the low depression of the pavement, shining brightly in the light of the campfire. A cold air stream blew, the congealed blood clot broke, and a bloody hand suddenly poked out.

The strange palm was as if the skin had been peeled off, and it was bloody and smelly. It split in two in an instant, stretching out like lightning, while choking the janitorial bandits outside the hotel.

The two bandits were drunk and bragged to each other about their evil deeds—how many people they had killed, how many weak they had bullied, how many villages they had destroyed, and what heinous atrocities they had done.

They spoke in such detail that they could hear the cries of children, the screams of women, the cries of men, and the laughter of countless ugly faces in the midst of the fire.

The bloody hand strangled the two bandits, jammed their mouthpieces, and pumped their flesh. All their words were silenced, leaving only the terrified souls struggling in agony.

Outside the campfire at the entrance of the hotel, a jet-black staff slowly appeared in the darkness, followed by the light to illuminate the black-robed necromancer.

Under the strangulation of the bloody hands, the flesh and skin of the two bandits began to wither. Their faces quickly shriveled, their sockets sunken, and their eyeballs burst out.

The necromancer slowly walked up the stone steps of the hotel. He ignored the tragic situation of the bandits, only looked down at the woman who was dying at the door, and turned back and whispered:

"This woman can still be saved."

After strangling the bandits, the two bloody hands were several times thicker. As if it had absorbed enough nutrients, it slammed towards the ground. The puddle of blood on the ground expanded, revealing first a blood-colored head, followed by a body and full limbs.

'Curse of Blood'.

The wrath and reluctance of the dead melt into the remnants of blood, and magic gives it the power of revenge. The formed bloody man only existed for a few minutes, and it let out a low roar and swooped into the hotel.

Several more people appeared in the darkness, and they pounced on their different targets according to Adrian's detection. He was followed by an epidemic priest who examined the woman who had collapsed outside the hotel, treating and bandaging her.

The hotel was filled with a sour smell, tables and chairs were toppled, dishes were scattered, and more than thirty bandits occupied the place and spoiled it all night.

Robbery, killing, torture, revelry, the cycle of bandits everywhere they go. They are in a state of complete relaxation, unguarded.

The Cursed Blood Man rushed into the hotel lobby with hatred, and his body immediately turned into several forks. Its arms are like entangled chains, looking for the nearest bandit to attack.

Screams rang out from the floor of the hall.

There are many kinds of bandits, a little shriveled and thin like goblins, some strong and savage like orcs, and more like beggars, but in fact they are ruthless and cunning, and like to sneak attack behind their backs.

The cursed bloodmen rushed in, and the dazed bandits immediately exploded. Someone was wounded, someone struggled, someone jumped up in search of a weapon.

The shouting and yelling came one after another, and everyone was alarmed one by one.

Seven or eight torches lit up in the lobby of the hotel, illuminating a terrible scene. The cursed bloodman turned into a forked trunk, and multiple blood-red arms attacked at the same time.

When the bandits woke up, they immediately counterattacked, drawing knives and slashing and throwing torches.

Normal weapons are useless, and slashing into twisted and twisted bloody arms will not stop its subsequent attacks. Torches can act as a deterrent.

More and more bandits woke up, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

These guys are extremely experienced in fighting, trying to get together and counterattack at the same time. Someone was shouting loudly for his companions to fire on.

But the necromancer Mundino was already standing in front of the hotel, a frost-like hoarse voice echoing the swing of his staff.

"Even as a deceased, I can't stand your atrocities. The despicable are not qualified or in this world. ”

Mondino slammed the staff to the ground, and the 'Horror Technique' was unleashed in a sixty-degree cone-shaped fan.

The shouting bandits were like being hit by a critical attack, and the attack in the middle of the night had already plunged them into disorderly chaos. The power of the arcane power directly hit their brains, breaking the will to resist.

More than half of the bandits are in the arcane's area of influence.

They suddenly let out a sharp cry, and their hearts were filled with infinite fear, and the cursed blood man in front of them suddenly became unimaginably terrifying, as if they were completely irresistible like demons.

Run.

Monsters, monsters are coming.

To die, we are all going to die.

The morale of the bandits has always been high and low, and one person's panic can lead a group of people to collapse. Suddenly, more than half of the bandits fled with their heads in their hands, and the other half refused to stay and resist, and also turned and ran.

Panic is always the biggest cause of death and injury.

When the bandits vacated their backs, the Cursed Blood Man was able to attack unhindered. Five or six bloody arms stretched out for several meters, once again grabbing the enemy's throat.

The strangled bandit was grabbed off the ground by the bloody arm, writhing and struggling in mid-air. Their hands were clawing, their legs shaking, and they were close to death in fear and panic.

There were also many bandits who escaped by climbing the door and window to leave the hotel. Just when they thought they could be safe as long as they hid in the darkness, a soul-chasing swishing sound appeared.

Arrow after arrow pierced their backs.

The half-elven archer stood on the roof of the hotel, the metal composite bow pulling and volleying at a rapid pace. Some of the bandits tried to take their goods with them when they fled. These guys are slow runners and are the best targets.

The half-elven archers were furious at these scumbags. The dark vision allows him to shoot an arrow in almost two seconds, and it will hit the vital point within twenty meters.

Steel arrows are extremely penetrating and almost nilly to unarmored personnel.

The bandit with the arrow in the vest will pounce and fall, then writhe repeatedly in severe pain until the last drop of blood is exhausted by the bloodletting groove on the shaft of the arrow.

Among the bandits, there is also a leader in armor, and his strength is not bad. As long as they can withstand it, they will wear two or three tattered armors on their bodies to provide protection as much as possible.

For these leaders, the steel arrows of the half-elves will not be able to shoot effectively if they do not accurately hit the head.

Adrian was also on the roof, and in his hand was a light crossbow with an eccentric wheel, which was slower, but more accurate and powerful.

This collapsible light crossbow is very lightweight, but the winding must be leveraged with a ratchet. It does not shoot an ordinary long-roded crossbow bolt, but a slender needle-shaped arrow.

This is a murderous weapon designed and built by Arcie based on real-world ballistic knowledge.

The metal crossbow arm can accelerate the slender arrow to more than 200 meters per second, the speed of the arrow is fast and accurate, and the armor-piercing ability is two or three times higher than that of ordinary long-range weapons.

One of the bandit leaders was probably wearing iron armor, and he didn't fall down even two arrows from the half-elf archers, and he was still running away with a snort. Can be shot by Adrian and knocked down with an arrow.

The half-elf whispered a curse for this, turned around and stared at the light crossbow and said, "This kind of arrow is too vicious to be a weapon of justice. ”

"It is a righteous judgment." Adrian was pleasant, "Do you want to refuse this powerful weapon?" ”

...... hum, the half-elf archer turned his head arrogantly, "I hate the unrighteous, and of course I don't refuse to use the most vicious means to destroy them. ”