The sound of horses' hooves sounded and the carriage slowly came into view, and the bandits had already prepared early.

More than a dozen people hid in the woods on either side of the road, each with his bow and crossbow raised.

There was a tree trunk in the middle of the road, and a horse might jump over it, but the carriage could never pass, so it had to slow down and stop.

Although the bandits originally had only one longbow, which was still the treasures of the chief, there were only five short bows for hunting.

But the knight's master brought them five military longbows, ten short bows, and three crossbows.

Whoever had the strength to shoot a bow and arrow, regardless of accuracy, took a crossbow and shot the arrow when the leader roared.

A dozen arrows were sent out together, although very untidy, but they were also huge, although seven or eight arrows completely deviated from the target, and there were still nearly ten of them.

I don't know if it was luck or good archery, a horse pulling a cart was hit by an arrow in the side, and the horse's hooves were weak and fell to the ground.

The other horse appeared to have been hit by an arrow, but the arrow was not strong enough and immediately fell to the ground, and the wound was barely bleeding.

But the remaining arrows all hit the carriage that had already crossed over.

In particular, the three-handed crossbows, which even had a chance to penetrate the plate armor within ten steps, all hit the carriage -

However, the expected vision of the past did not happen, but was nailed to the planks of the carriage, no different from the ordinary arrows.

Although it seemed to have turned into a hedgehog, it did not cause substantial damage, and even the coachman was fine.

How can it be?

They had already tried to shoot with their crossbows, and they had three points into the wood, how could a thin layer of wood block all the arrows?

And inside the carriage, Luo Ming sneered.

How could he not have expected to be shot with a bow and arrows? Thinking of this, he bought two old blankets from the inn and fastened them with nails to the inside of the carriage, even to the windows.

Don't underestimate this layer of blanket, the force of the arrow after being weakened by the outer plank makes it almost impossible to penetrate the blanket again.

Ancient generals wore silk clothes under their armor, which was also intended to defend against arrows.

As soon as Luo Ming thought about it, he saw that Grant had already jumped out of the carriage according to the plan he had discussed before, and his body was shrouded in golden fighting light.

"Do you recognize the glorious fighting spirit?I'm a holy warrior who came to eradicate the demons, could it be that you are cultists?!"

Amplifying the sound with a vindictive spirit, Granty's shouts could be heard clearly within a hundred meters of the surroundings.

Although there are still a lot of doubts to be found, when they suddenly hear this stern accusation, everyone basically panicked first.

The first reaction of those bandits was to stop and watch.

In recent years, the credibility of the various churches is still relatively high, and the identity of the cultists is ten times worse than that of the most ferocious bandits.

Although Grant regained his fighting spirit, the bandits' sharpness had been lost, and they were at a loss for what to do.

As soon as this accusation came out, even the knight who was bent on killing Sherlock to make a meritorious service was a little confused - killing nobles was just breaking the law, and the cultists were the real enemies of all beings.

Even criminals are easily reluctant to associate with cultists. There is still the possibility that criminals will bribe judges to save their lives, and basically 99 out of 100 cultists will be burned at the stake and burned to the death.

The cultists ravaged the place, and were finally killed by the clergy who rushed in, and the people lived happily ever after...... This is a story that almost everyone will tell their children.

Among the many Orthodox churches, the Dawn Church is also known for its iron fist - they are indeed very reliable and good people when they protect the territory and the people, but when dealing with cultists, even when they are suspected of cultists, there will occasionally be news that they have accidentally killed a few innocent people, and even if they finally prove their innocence and are released, they often take off a layer of skin.

But the knight quickly crossed the hurdle in his heart, and said loudly: "We have been ordered to intercept a fugitive, who is extremely cunning, and claims to be a nobleman, and you may have been deceived into protecting that heinous thief."

I beg your permission to inspect your carriage below, and if there is no sign of the fugitive, then to kneel down and apologize to you, and give you half of your property, which you will pass over to the church as atonement, and tell the feudal lord below, and send men to assist you in your action!"

After all, he wore plate armor and rode a tall horse, and he looked like a knight. If you are the lowest-level noble, the other party can't kill them casually.

The people of the Dawn Church should not be too vindictive, and if they apologize and promise to help, they should be fine.

"Hmph, can my opponent compare to your fugitive?

Move that trunk out of the way, come over and get out of here, my task cannot be delayed!"

Granty pretended to be anxious and vicious about the task, and "reluctantly" allowed the inspection.

Although the knight was a little dissatisfied with being reprimanded like this, he dispelled his suspicions.

However, if you say, "Then I won't check" at this time, I am afraid that it will further anger the other party.

He had no choice but to ride his horse, and although he could not walk, he would delay the time and cause the other party to get angry, but if the horse ran too fast, it would be arrogant.

Fortunately, his equestrian skills are not bad, so he can make the horse walk at a moderate speed.

Granty took two steps toward the side of the road, his gaze sweeping over the bandits, and they didn't dare to look at each other.

"Hey, I say, these men of yours look more like robbers, don't they really take the opportunity to hunt down fugitives to block the road?"

The knight chuckled awkwardly, not knowing what to respond to, barely noticing that Grant was walking farther and farther away......

She suddenly drew her long sword and plunged into the forest, her sturdy posture like a cheetah!

Almost instantly, two screams rang out!

"Damn, you're lying to me!"

Only then did the knight realize that something was wrong, but fortunately the riding spear was still subconsciously held in his hand, and he clamped the belly of the war horse between his legs, allowing it to speed up and gallop!

Although there were only a few steps left, it was a downhill road, and it was not trivial for the war horse to suddenly accelerate even a few steps.

The woman posing as a paladin was in the woods, riding a horse and couldn't deal with it for the time being—but the carriage was different!

The impact of the cavalry spear far exceeds that of the arrows, and coupled with his own fighting spirit, even if the carriage is an iron plate, he can poke a hole.

That's it, just poke Sherlock to death in the car!

The most that kid had paid for was hired men, and as long as he was dead and his payment was not paid, the knight did not believe that Grant would rush to avenge his employer.