Chapter 011: Ambushed

Characters in this chapter: Wayne the bounty hunter, Camby, the slave trader, and Nabal, the king of the raiders. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

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"The two of them haven't come back yet," one of the mercenaries whispered as he approached Wayne, "the sun is about to set, I'm afraid I'm lost, right?"

"Maybe it's dead," Wayne said through gritted teeth, "maybe we underestimated that knight."

"Hey, Camby!" Wayne greeted when he saw the slave trader drive over.

Camby responded by approaching Wayne and said, "Hey, it's getting late, shouldn't we find a place to set up camp?"

Wayne nodded, pointing to the tall jungle ahead near the riverbank, and said, "Let's camp in the tall and loose birch forest over there, the woods here are too dense and susceptible...... Ahh

"Enemy attack!" Wayne shouted in pain, grabbed the saddle with his left hand, turned over and dismounted, and blocked the right side with the help of the horse, "Get off your horse and defend!

"There are only a dozen pirates," Camby drew the Meteor Hammer and blocked one of the spears with his shield, "Brothers, follow me!

Canby tightened his legs and rushed towards the hunting horse, and the nearest pirate turned to run into the bushes, but was knocked to the ground by Camby's hammer on the vest.

Camby's four tough bounty hunters also let their horses charge, and the pirates had little to do against the well-armed bounty hunters.

Bounty hunters used their shields to fend off threatening axes, spears, and bows, and the rusty axes had little effect on solid chain mail, and the pirates fled in all directions, falling one by one, in disarray.

Wayne came out to observe, the sun had already set, and a faint mist had risen in the jungle, and it was vaguely impossible to see how many people there were, but it could be seen that most of them were ragged and unarmoured, and they were barely able to fight back under the impact of the bounty hunters.

"Bertak!" Wayne shouted, pointing to the son of a serf hiding behind a horse. "It's time for you to practice actual combat, they're just pirates, go up and help!"

Wayne pointed at his mercenaries and shouted, "You stay and help me keep guard, and the others go and slaughter these damn bugs for me......******!"

The mercenary helped him roll up the chain mail on his right arm to check the injury, the chain mail on the wound had been broken and deformed, and the woolen sweater on the bottom had been cut through, cut off the sleeves, and Wayne couldn't help but curse again when he saw that only half of the muscles were connected to the forearm, and pulled out the scimitar from his waist and handed it to the mercenary.

"Boss," the mercenary looked at Wayne, "we should be able to get back to Zenda overnight and find the Medic to pick it up, if we cut it down, we won't have a chance to grow another arm." ”

Wayne hesitated slightly. "I don't want to be like Dean and be tied up in a pile of stinking strips of cloth by the medical officer and lying on the bed waiting to die. Don't be verbose, I'm going to run out of blood, damn it!"

The mercenary tore off the strip of cloth to help Wayne tighten his arm to stop the bleeding, cut off the stump and bandage it with medicine, but the blood gushed too fast, and the ointment was washed off several times, and it took a lot of effort for the mercenary to deal with it properly.

"Go see how they're packing up. Wayne's face was pale, his left hand clamped his right arm, his body trembling uncontrollably, trying not to focus on the severed arm.

The mercenary stood up and looked at the place of the battle and said, "They have run into the woods, I'll go and see." He drew his hatchet and followed.

The shouting of horses in the jungle made him even more upset, and Wayne shifted to sit under a large tree, pulling his arm as he sat down, and a piercing pain nearly made him faint. "Gods above, hurry up and get it over!

Not long after, a panicked figure passed through the woods not far away, and faded away with the sound of branches crackling on leather armor and the sound of dead branches breaking.

Wayne struggled to stand up and looked, it seemed to be Betak, or it could be Hurd, these serfs were cowardly and stupid like pigs, they shouldn't have let them into the team in the first place, and if they caught him, they would have whipped him three hundred lashes!

Wayne didn't have the strength to chase him, but fortunately they paid five dirhams in addition to taking care of everything they needed, and they were less burdensome when they ran.

"Help!" Suddenly, the mercenary who had just been sent out from the bush where he was fighting fled, and behind him, six or seven pirates in various armor and weapons of all kinds were in hot pursuit.

"Boss, help me!" the mercenary shouted, and Wayne had his sturdy hunting horse in front of him, and he could run for his life as soon as he got on the horse to meet him.

"This idiot!" Wayne struggled to cling to the saddle with his remaining left hand and slipping his left foot into the stirrup, but he couldn't do it with the usual easy mounting.

A feathered arrow hit the armor behind the mercenary's back and fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the mercenary screamed in fright and ran even faster.

The pirates shouted and hurled their spears and axes, a javelin sharpened from a wooden pole grazed against his thigh like a frightened rat burrowing into the grass, and another axe flew over the mercenary's head and embedded in the trunk of a tree beside Wayne.

Wayne tried to get on his horse again, endured the severe pain and finally succeeded with the help of the severed limbs, and with a hard grip on his legs, the hunting horse ran towards the mercenary.

Immediately, Wayne turned his horse's head and galloped into the distance, and behind him came the mercenary's curse, which then turned into a heart-rending scream.

They must have been ambushed, and even that damn Hillem knew that the cavalry had no advantage in the jungle, and the pirates were just a few men to seduce us with a few men and chased after us.

Wayne could imagine how bounty hunters were thrown off their horses when they entered the forest, or were roped off their horses, smashed into patties and chopped pieces by axes, clubs, pitchforks, and sickles as they fell.

While Wayne was thinking, the hooves of his hunting horse were tied to the front hooves of the ropes that suddenly burst out of the grass, and the grass quickly grew larger in Wayne's eyes, and before he fell unconscious, a tall figure with a double-edged axe appeared in the grass out of the corner of his eyes.

The pain all over his body woke him from his coma, especially the broken arm and left calf, the bones of the left leg were broken, and Wayne remembered that he had fallen from the horse's head when he fell from the horse, and the horse seemed to have turned over and pressed himself.

Wayne shook his left hand, which was still attached to his left arm, even though it caused a sharp pain in his left shoulder.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, to find himself lying in a small, damp stone cave, and he could still hear the sound of the water flowing.

The flames of the torches on the walls danced softly, and the shadows around him danced with them, until a man in a shabby leather coat sat not far away and looked at him, perhaps his own moaning attracted his attention.

But when the man saw Wayne wake up, he just snorted lightly and didn't speak, and continued to polish his straight-edged machete with the stone in his hand, polishing it brightly.

"Why?" Wayne leaned against the stone wall with his left hand, "why didn't you kill me?

The leather-clad man glanced at him, threw the stone away, blew the blade into the scabbard, got up and walked out.

It was blatant contempt, and Wayne was eager to cut that back into ten pieces with the sword of his eyes.

But the anger that filled his stomach as he looked at his lost hand and severed calf was replaced by a deep despair, and although they had taken away his armor and weapons, they had not restrained him in any way, what could a man with only one foot and one hand left?

Wayne sighed, carefully leaning back against the stone wall to avoid the sharp pain in the wound, and fainted himself again. His career as a bounty hunter is over, he doesn't know whether this feeling is sad or relieved, and he doesn't know what he can rely on to survive in the future, even the lame old man of the porter of Count Arasis has two hands, he can feed the earl lord horses to drink, chop wood and make a fire, and what else can he do? It is difficult to even plug the door latch into the door of the earl's castle, and it is probably only a dream to give the earl the door latch, as the sworn enemy of the pirate pirate, can the bounty hunter live in the hands of the pirate until tomorrow?

Wayne carefully raised his right arm, the broken arm was simply bandaged with herbs and linen, and the lower leg of his left leg was also tied with sticks and hemp rope, both wounds had heart-rending pain and sore swelling from the hemp rope, Wayne had to grit his teeth all the time, and he began to regret waking up.

However, it also gave him a glimmer of hope that if the pirates wanted him to die, they wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to treat him.

They didn't keep Wayne waiting, heavy footsteps mixed with the sound of chain mail crumbling came from far and near, and the leather-clad man followed a strong black-haired man with a giant axe on his back.

Wayne could swear he was the tallest burly man he'd ever seen, like a brown bear in chain mail, and his hideous face was what surprised Wayne the most, a long scar from his left cheekbone to his jaw, blue eyes, and a long messy reddish-brown hair poking out from under his bony helmet.

"Nabal!" Wayne had never felt so dry.

"Aha!" laughed Nabal. "Looks like my 10,000 dinar head has added a lot of old friends to me that I've never met, right?" his voice was as striking as his stature.

"Yours everywhere...... Portrait. Wayne pondered the words, he was going to say the wanted warrant.

"I know you too, Wayne," Nabal crouched down to examine him, like a hungry wolf staring at a wounded and helpless fawn. "The self-proclaimed righteous Rogge's most effective lackey, I heard that you captured and killed the villagers of Yudian Village as pirates for a bounty, maybe I should hand you over to them?"

"Kill me if you kind!" Wayne's voice was low and hoarse. "You can't kill me with your tongue!"

Nabal nodded, stomped on Wayne's left wrist, pulled the axe from his waist and cut off his little finger in Wayne's wail, "How about another one?" he asked, his pale blue eyes cold as ice.

"No, no, no! enough...... Enough!Please!Enough!" Wayne nearly fainted, finally throwing away the last of his dignity, "You can do whatever you want me to do, don't hurt me again...... No, don't hurt me again, please ......"

"You're smart, but it's not enough!" Nabal put away his axe in satisfaction, "I just need someone who can walk into the walls of Chanda and the castle of Arassis, and don't forget, it's me standing before you!"

A sealed letter was dropped on Wayne's belly.

"Bring it to Aracis, and if I let me know that you didn't do it or played any tricks, I'll cut your throat, wherever you flee!"