There is no limit to human greed. Especially for these hungry wolves, who had just lost their minds from the blood and cries of the lambs, the lonely passerby of the cursed crow was only a piece of cake before the end of this killing feast. What they don't know is that sometimes, uncarefully selected salads are likely to be mixed with deadly poisonous weeds.

Waving his hand at the horse's head, the tamed horse obeyed the will of the sorcerer and paced its mistress behind the crow. It wasn't that the Raven was worried about injuring the lady by mistake, he just felt that this man stood between him and the dying man in the way.

The crow glanced at it briefly, and there were four robbers surrounding him, and judging from their clothing, they were the same hyenas as before. However, the lead one is not seen among the four, and it seems that he is still dealing with the other victims in front. This is good so that the Raven has time to prepare a special "gift" for him before the other person notices.

"Sometimes, no, most of the time. Curses, in fact, do not need to be cast by magic. The crow said lazily, but he didn't know if he was speaking to the robbers, or to the girl behind him.

"When you speak with strong emotion about a vision of the future, the curse holds. In fact, it is quite close to the prayer or blessing that comes from the mouth of the missionaries. So for the murderer, never listen to the last words of the person you are going to kill. Otherwise, the resentment of the dead will find you. ”

"Hey, weird guy. But no matter how much you say, you'll die here today!" the bandit with a scar on his face interrupted the cursed crow, waving the scimitar in his hand. This curved weapon is generally a favorite of nomads, but this robber is clearly not a nomad and does not know where he got the knife.

"I? Unfortunately, today is not my time to die. But the Banshee has found you, and she's found all of you. The Raven's tone was so cold that anyone who heard his words felt a chill rise from their backs.

The robbers didn't know why they were terrified by a few nonsense words from a gray-robed man, and they had heard ten times more vicious words from the mouths of the rich merchants, and those vicious words had never made them feel so afraid. But then again, they didn't need to know how it worked, anyway, in the eyes of the robbers, as long as they killed the babbling weirdo in front of them, the fear would disappear on its own, it must have been.

"Kill this guy!" and with a shout, the four guys each raised their weapons and rushed towards the Cursed Crow. The sound of the metal blade cutting through the wind was like the whisper of death, mixed with the sound of horses' hooves and meaningless screams, and although such a charge was full of flaws in the eyes of regular warriors, it was still a bit imposing to scare those who had never held a weapon before.

"Alas, in the chaotic collision, two men died by sharp blades. The sorcerer said calmly, as if stating the facts. And with the words of the cursed crow, and the flicker of a ring on his left hand, the horses under the crotches of the four robbers suddenly slammed into their companions as if they were going berserk.

"What are you doing!"

"I don't know! I can't control it...... Ahh

Before the second robber could finish his words, his companion's blade pierced him in the abdomen. The same thing happened to the other two robbers, and the other who was killed was even less lucky, because he fell from his horse to his companion because of his unsteady center of gravity, and was impaled in the head with a short sword.

Blood from his companions splattered down the wounds on the other two bandits, who stood on their horses, their weapons still in the same posture as they had killed their companions. It all happened so fast that their brains didn't have time to react at all.

But the Raven wouldn't give them time to react, he continued in a cold tone.

"A sudden gust of wind disturbed the vision. ”

The vegetation of the Hammer Territory is not very lush, perhaps because of its proximity to the grasslands, and the area is not full of trees like the Salon Territory. **The land outside is covered with gravel, and in such an environment, a gust of wind can make people unconsciously close their eyes.

"Whew!" The wind with grains of sand blew towards the two remaining robbers, and the two who were still in shock had no time to react, and the dirt in the wind had already entered their eyes.

"In the midst of the frenzy, another man was killed. ”

The eyes suddenly lost their effect, and the two robbers instinctively brandished their weapons to defend against the surprise attack they had imagined. And the bandit with the scimitar did feel that he had slashed something, and a stream of warm liquid splashed on his face. When the wind and sand passed, he finally cleared the sand from his eyes, and a headless corpse happened to fall from his horse.

"Demon, you demon!" the remaining robber shouted at the three corpses around him. In his eyes, this gray-robed man was a demon in the abyss, killing his companion with just a few words. The terrible and continuous stimulus had completely destroyed his ability to think, and the fear had made the robber's hand tremble as he held the hilt.

"I, a demon, maybe. Although I think what you're doing is a little more demonic. Hearing the other man's words, the cursed crow said as if he had been wronged, but quickly shrugged his shoulders again.

"So, let's think about what you're going to die for?" the sorcerer's words were like a rope of life, tightly tethering the only remaining robber to his throat.

"I won't give you a chance! monster!" he let out a final roar, and the bandit raised his scimitar and slashed his throat without hesitation. He would rather kill himself than die of the creepy curse of the crow. When he was sure that his throat had been slit, a smug smile appeared on the robber's face. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't make a sound because his trachea was broken.

However, the Raven did not need to hear his voice to read the robber's last words from his lips, which was "I won".

"yes, congratulations, you won. I didn't have time to curse you. Watching the corpse that had lost its strength fall from the horse, the cursed crow said this in a regretful tone, but there was no half of unwillingness on his face.

"All right, miss. Now that I've dealt with these hyenas, shouldn't we ...... Wow, please calm down. The sorcerer turned his head to say something to the man behind him, only to find that the girl he had saved was holding a short dagger against the back of his heart.