Claudius sighed, slowed down his horse, and took 1911 out of his armpit to check it and confirm that it was fully loaded. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info then he immediately opened the suitcase, took out the weapons inside, and began to assemble. The drums were already filled with bullets, and the beautifully carved varnish and polished walnut butts and grips were carefully loaded, and Claudius was ready—he was in a very happy mood, even happier than roasting a living man in the form of a dragon. For this reason, Claudius also took out his pipe, filled it with the leaves of a tobacco-like refreshing plant that Minerva did not know how to cultivate, and then pressed his finger, and immediately a light smoke floated up, and the red dragon leisurely enjoyed the refreshing smoke with his pipe, and the horse he rode walked forward step by step.

In fact, there is more than one force to follow, not only the bandits seeking wealth, but also some believers of the Dark Temple - Claudius has quite a lot of magic metal on hand, which is very convenient for the needs of some of the intrigues conceived by the Dark Temple, and even the magic props on Claudius's body may be used for sacrifice or use some method to achieve some tricks - Claudius's magic aura cannot hide from those rooster and dog thieves...... The guys saw the magic trench that broke out of Claudius' pocket with the scepter in his pocket.

Sure enough, the first thing that couldn't help but be the bandits who wanted money, these guys had a hand compared to ordinary people, and the key was that these newcomers didn't know the power of the "mage" or didn't have enough concepts, so they were actually pushed out to test the ability of this magic merchant - the one who could trade a magic metal with a magic metal and trench props with a space bag was still a merchant who went on the road alone, and it was by no means an easy thing to do.

So the first group of people who jumped out were a dozen or so roe head rats with swords and crossbows, and at the prompting of the gang of thieves who were tracking, these guys stopped in the road at once. Claudius rode a horse that was just an ordinary horse, not a trained warhorse, and Claudius had no skills to communicate with animal minds - either a ranger, a druid, or a mage could do this. So his horse immediately stopped moving under the flickering sword, and jumped a little out of control from side to side. Claudius grabbed the reins of the horse, jumped off the horse, touched the horse's head to soothe the horse, and said to the bandits who came to the way: "As an elder, it is necessary for me to teach you a little common sense of life - you must understand the preciousness of life." In his heart, Claudius thought that according to the time count, he was definitely the elder of the human race in front of him.

That being said, Claudius had already pulled out 1911 and began shooting. The waste in front of them didn't have any past armor on them, the leather armor couldn't block bullets, and there was no one to help them put on magic shields, so these guys quickly became tragic. Claudius didn't aim much, anyway, the group of guys rushed at a distance of twenty or thirty meters, and the speed of the semi-automatic pistol was enough to knock the first batch of guys to the ground in a few seconds.

The stopping effect of the heavy bullet at four or five points is really quite good, and the speed is faster than that of a crossbow arrow, and of course the impact power is not comparable to that of a crossbow arrow. Because of the magic array, the power is huge, and the recoil is all thanks to the power of Claudius, who is still a high-level warrior, to control it and not hit the sky. In fact, according to the standard physical strength of humans on the continent of Faeron, as long as a decent warrior should be able to control the recoil of this gun. Moreover, the bullets activated by the permanent magic array are more powerful than the wire crossbow, and the weak magic power of a mage apprentice is enough to continuously activate half of the magazine - that is, seven to eight bullets, this is a magic weapon that can make the mage apprentice play a big role, otherwise the apprentice has a fart power against the enemy. The only problem with such a good weapon is that it's too expensive - not to mention the high price of raw materials, just engrave a permanent plastic energy miniature enhancement magic array is not a small price...... In the case of the 1911 in Claudius's hand, the cost price was at least five or six thousand gold coins. As for the typewriter, it is even more expensive.

The cost of using such an expensive weapon is quite cheap, the metal bullet is more important than the crossbow arrow, and the metal with a heavier specific gravity can be used, and the manufacturing cost is much cheaper than the crossbow arrow as long as the mold is used. Claudius basically fired half of the magazine, and the first enemies had already begun to flee before the bullets were missing. Several leader-level bandits who led the charge were knocked to the ground, and a few red dragons died without paying attention, but without exception, they all couldn't get up on the ground. The guy who was holding the crossbow bolt in the back also shot in panic, but the accuracy was inaccurate under the influence, most of the crossbow arrows flew at least five or six meters away from Claudius, and a few of the crossbow arrows were blocked by Claudius's trench coat - they should have gotten closer before shooting. So seeing that shooting was useless, the gang of bandits with crossbow arrows threw away the crossbow in their hands, simply turned around and ran.

Claudius snorted a few times, casually turned the pistol back into the holster, turned over and stepped over the screaming bandits on the ground without looking at them.

This is the first batch to die, and the second batch is more difficult. Because it's basically a small group of repeat offenders and followers of the dark church, such as the god of thieves, the god of death, and the messy evil gods. Although the number may not be as large as the first batch, the combat effectiveness of three or five people far exceeds that of the rabble. The most annoying thing is that there must be a spellcaster in it.

Now it was like this, Claudius was suddenly enveloped in darkness, and not only could he not see anything in the darkness, but even his voice was blocked, "Dark magic..... This is the usual starting style of those who engage in intrigue and do black work. Claudius jumped off the horse directly, and at the same time picked up the suitcase with his left hand and grabbed the typewriter with his right hand, the horse he was riding disappeared into the darkness almost without a word, Claudius could perceive that the horse's life disappeared in an instant, Claudius's perception had originally said that he had the least discount after his transformation, so this goods were exempted.....

"Black, it's black! The dark spell starts, and then directly shoots a wave of wire crossbow arrows to gather fire..... I see if there will be thieves who take the opportunity to sneak and find an opportunity to backstab them, and this will be the case. Claudius cursed, and he didn't bother to say anything, he just put the suitcase on the ground, and then grabbed the typewriter with both hands and tried to hold the fire - the problem was that he hadn't found the mage or priest who fired the dark magic, nor the shooters of the crossbow arrows, and they were almost certain to have changed their direction quickly and silently after firing a wave.