In general, things don't turn out like this. The inhabitants of the steppe certainly have their fierce side, as a people who rely on raiding to survive the difficult years, their worship and dependence on force has never changed, even with the belief of the spirits, the steppe people often pray to the spirits for strength. But this does not mean that there is no order here, there must be order in any group of people who can unite, maybe this order is not reasonable, but it must have a meaning and a reason for existence. The market is a manifestation of order on the grassland.

Here, merchants don't have to worry about being blackmailed, and travelers can roam the streets as they please, because this is the territory of the wolf lord, and everyone here must follow the rules he has set. On the stone monument at the entrance to the market it is written that when the street is lit, the knife will be cut off and stripped naked and thrown into the wasteland.

The question is whether the rules are still rules, but whether the people who make the rules are still capable of maintaining it. The wolf lord is dead, and although there are many of his heirs who want to maintain order in the market, they are somewhat unable to do so in the current environment. No one knows how many bows and arrows are pointing at their backbones, and at this time, the power in their hands is scattered to protect the order of the market, and the gain outweighs the loss.

The market has become more and more chaotic in the past two days, and everyone in the market knows about it, especially now that a large number of tribes have entered, the origins, whereabouts, and identities of the people have become much more chaotic than usual, and many people who are not popular in the market have also taken the opportunity to mix here. This is the case with those who surrounded Batu and Atta. At least the people who really beg for a living in the market, even if they fall in love with someone else's female companion, they will not do such a thing as gathering crowds to besiege them, this is no longer a matter of blood, they don't see the majesty of the wolf lord at all.

But this is not to blame them, from their point of view, these dozen people besieged just an ordinary-looking hairy boy and an alien female slave he didn't know how to get, and they directly took out a knife, what can that kid do if he has great ability? This battle will not last long at all, or a few blows, this kid will lie in a pool of blood and his body will gradually get cold, watching them take away his female slave, and exhale his last breath in humiliation. The law of the jungle eats the strong, that's what it is.

Unfortunately, when you decide to believe in the so-called law of the forest, it is best to remember that the so-called strength and weakness of this world are not certain at all. The horns of an antelope can cut the belly of a tiger wolf, the weak puffer fish can become a tricky thorn ball when taking a deep breath, the so-called upper and lower positions of the food chain are just an analysis made from the perspective of the whole group, and each life does the same thing when it wants to destroy another life, fighting. And fighting, there is no strength or weakness, life and death are equal for everyone, and in the battle for life, there is no such thing as winning easily.

Arrows, so fast that people don't have time to react. Picking up the bow, drawing the arrow, opening the bow, stringing, aiming, shooting, all the movements are condensed into a short breath in the body's memory, Batu's arrows are not trained to fight people, for a hunter, there will be nothing that cannot be shot at this distance.

"Poof!" the arrow feathers outside the eye socket trembled slightly, and followed the corpse to the ground. The people who were about to hack Batu to death with a knife just now were stunned in place. After all, it was the leader who died, and these besiegers were somewhat confused about whether they should continue to fight, and with Batu's second arrow, they dispelled this doubt.

Now it's not a question of whether they kill him or not, it's that this kid has no intention of stopping there. Anger mixed with fear spread from the spine to the limbs, and the battle was only now truly fought.

"Kill!" the scimitar slashed from in front of Batuu, and the young hunter held his bow in both hands and raised it upward. The bow is not a weapon used in melee combat, and if the two sides collide with a very strong force, the result is most likely that Batuu's bow will be cut in two, and the power of the scimitar will not be blocked much. So he didn't do it, his right hand was high, his left hand was low, and the hunter used the arc of the bow and the cowhide tied to it to guide the blade in the other direction, and at the same time turned lightly, taking two steps to the right to defuse the attack.

The person who was defused from the attack was not so dashing, and the attack that was cut with the strength of his whole body was used instead, and the person's center of gravity immediately became unbalanced, and his body leaned forward. Batu, who had already turned to his side, naturally would not let go, and the opened bowstring turned into a deadly noose and suddenly fell to the opponent's neck from behind.

But before Batu could tighten his bowstring, there was a chill on his waist, this was not a one-on-one fight, and the plurality of opponents meant that even if he won in moves, he couldn't take the time to make a lethal attack.

"Tsk. As he watched as the lucky fellow ducked behind the others with his bow, the hunter drew his dagger at his waist to meet the blade that swung at him. If you want to use as little as possible, you can rely on the initial raid to weaken the opponent as much as possible and build fear. If he could kill three people in a row with unstoppable momentum, these dozen or so people would immediately scatter. And now, more and more enemies are approaching him, and the next time a flaw is revealed, it won't just be wiped on the waist.

Fortunately, Batu was not alone, and there was no enemy behind him. The poor fellows facing Atta realized after the actual fight that there was no slave girl beside this kid, no slave would have such skills, and no slave would have such a sharp sword in his hand.

Vlacrag is not like a clayman, of course there is such a presence in the magic sword, and Vlaclag is more inclined to special functions. But even so, sturdiness is a common trait of all these weapons, and the forger of the magic sword certainly doesn't want to break down like a normal sword, so each sword is superior in its sturdiness. Such a sturdy weapon is just right for the situation in front of him, and the scimitar is not good at colliding, so Atta only needs to hit the opponent's weapon with the magic sword as much as possible, which is enough to cause damage to the opponent's weapon.

Besides, in addition to the magic sword, she also has another reliance on her shoulder that is not inferior to the magic sword at all, Kailas. Even if the cat elves are not equipped with equipment, their claws and fangs alone are enough to cause chaos in the crowd, especially since Kailas and Atta cooperate quite tacitly, the black cat is responsible for disrupting the other party's attention, and the swordsman is able to deal heavy blows to the enemy.

When Batu, who had seven or eight scars on his body, saw his besieging opponents turn and flee, he knew that they were not afraid of him. Behind him, there was no sound of fighting. Even if he knew something about Atta's skills, the sight of the female swordsman standing next to five or six corpses covered in blood still shocked Batu's heart. Without waiting for him to recover from the shock, he found the right word to ask Atta about his condition, and the sound of horses' hooves and drinks from far and near attracted Atta's attention for him.

"You two, lay down your arms!"

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