People in this chapter: (Sercius), (Maleg Bazd Bruce), (Hasselon), (Rick).

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Chapter 048: (Long Road)

The darkness unfolded the inky velvet, obscuring the horizon, and countless stars were radiating a phosphoric glow, weaving into a beautiful pattern.

The stars in the sky, with their eyes wide open and with a cold glimmer, peered into the world. That night, the group of three slowly walked on the road to [Tosdel].

Sercius's horse was a war horse in black armor, and the back axle of the saddle had been modified to be very high. Behind the rear axle was a thick felt cloth bag, but there was nothing in it now, so it was rolled up. The thick cushion allowed Sercius to lean comfortably on it, and the shield hung from the side of the saddle.

Malleg, on the other hand, rode an ordinary touring horse, and hung his javelin bag on the front bridge of the saddle, and the steel shield hung on the back bridge of the saddle with his elite scimitar, and both riders walked slowly according to the reins, while Hatheron followed closely.

At this moment, Sercius, who was half-leaning on the horse's back, walked up to Hathren with the reins of his horse, and handed the pipe in his hand to the Nord. "You asked me if this thing was so good, right? Try it yourself. ”

Hatheron took the pipe suspiciously, took a big puff, choked on the smoke, and hurriedly shook his head and handed it back to the freelancers.

This made both knights laugh. However, just as they were about to reach the realm of [Midsummer Hall], the sound of multiple footsteps and the sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard reached the ear drums of the three of them. The woods ahead were full of people.

Hatheron, who was very sensitive to combat, quietly touched the two axes at his waist and licked his teeth like a bloodthirsty wolf. "Another rabbit cub who is not afraid of death has hit the door, what should I do?"

Sercius sat up straight, patted the broadsword on his waist and sneered, Maleg took the shield and knife from the rear axle, and pulled out a javelin from the javelin bag on the front axle. "Let's send them to hell!"

As he spoke, a dozen bandits dressed in tattered hands with notched or rusty weapons rushed out, and Sercius picked up his shield and kicked the horse's belly. "Let's go!"

The three men rushed forward without saying anything, and Maleger's javelin pierced the skull of one man in an instant, and two of the robbers swooped down on Hatheron with their single knives, and the Nords shouted and slashed the skulls of two attackers at the same time with their bows and two battle axes.

But more people rushed at Sercius—for he was wearing a coat of arms, and he was richly dressed—not to mention that he didn't have a weapon.

Sercius was not in a hurry, it turned out that the freelance knight's broadsword had been unsheathed quickly. The blade of this knife is light and thin, and extremely sharp. The first person who rushed in front of him had not yet reacted, only felt a chill in his neck, followed by a scream.

In a short time there were more than six or seven corpses under their feet, but the footsteps in the forest continued unabated, and Hatheron cut down two more people, and shouted: "No, there are more and more people!"

Malleg's six javelins had already been thrown, and he cursed and roared: "Damn, how can people not finish killing!"

Sercius felt that it was no way to go on like this. "Withdraw! Hurry up! It's definitely the old nest of these guys in front!" However, they were surrounded by more than twenty bandits, and if they were to force them, they would lose both. After holding each other for a while, suddenly there was another scream.

The robbers looked behind them in amazement, and a corpse lay on the ground, with a barbed arrow in its neckbone.

Three more people were shot down after that. Then the robbers were in disarray, and they all shouted: "There are archers, there are ambushes!", and this invisible fear made the bandits feel invisible pressure. Even completely forgetting that there are three dangerous men behind it.

Hatheron was so excited that he raised his tomahawk again, and his voice like a war drum made the bandits' eardrums buzz: "Kill! we are saved!"

The robbers turned around in a hurry, which was obviously a beat slower, and those who rekindled their fighting spirit were often terrifying. The two in front of them directly let the tomahawk cut off the throat and neck.

Sertius and Maleg simply grabbed the reins of their horses and rushed straight towards the bandits. The horses in black armor neighed loudly, and the robbers screamed as they fell to the ground and trampled by their hooves. In pain, he threw away his weapon and rolled on the ground.

As the sun was about to rise, the robbers finally retreated. They paid too much. More than a dozen of them died that night, and there were only three visible opponents!

Shrouded in the morning mist, the robbers retreated deep into the woods.

After confirming that the robbers had indeed retreated, Sertius breathed a sigh of relief, and Hatheron repacked the axe at his waist, looking at the corpses on the ground with arrows on their bodies, feeling a little strange.

As Malegg pulled his javelin from the corpse, he suddenly heard movement in the bushes not far away. So he shouted there, "Come out, friend! ”

Immediately there was a thud in the bushes, and a blonde Virginian boy poked his head out of it. He grinned and raised the yew longbow in his hand.

"So you're secretly helping us?" Sercius turned and dismounted, and walked over to the boy.

The boy finally came out of the bushes and carefully patted the leaves from his hair: "Ah, I'm just passing by." ”

Hatheron waved his hand: "Yes, it seems that Virgia's kid is also good!"

The boy shook his head in embarrassment and put the longbow on his back. He then began to pull barbed arrows from the corpse and shoot his own barbed arrows. "There are a lot of robbers in this area, and there has always been no shortage of robbers in the forests of Swadia. ”

Sertius nodded: "I know, but there are robbers only a little way out of Paraven, and it seems that it has not been peaceful recently." Young man, what's your name?"

A shy smile appeared on the boy's face: "My name is Rick. ”

In the subsequent exchanges, it turned out that this teenager had lived in this country for a long time, and knew the terrain from [Summer Hall] to [Deherim] well.

Sercius bowed to him very solemnly and asked, "Can you be our guide? ”

Rick agreed without hindrance. "Of course, you're much cuter than the robbers. ”

As he was talking, there was some noise in the pile of corpses on the ground, and a low ** came into the eardrums of the four people, and the four people looked at each other before they suddenly understood that there was still life in the pile of corpses.

After rummaging through a pile of corpses for a long time, he finally found a robber who was still panting, his clothes were already in tatters, his chest was trampled by horses' hooves, his arm seemed to have been cut by a blade, and his flesh was turned out. I guess I fainted before, but now I am gradually regaining consciousness.

Hatheron was about to touch the axe, but Rick held him down: "Don't, so many people have died, spare him a life." Then he untied the leather rope from under his belt, and tied the robber to Sertius. "Sir, what do you say? ”

The robber was still a little dazed, and Sercius waved his hand to throw him on his horse, and then turned on his horse. He took out his pipe from his pocket, added tobacco, lit it, and pondered for a while. "Let's bandage him first when we get to Rosetown. ”

It took less than an hour to reach the [Midsummer Hall] from the east of this forest, and after washing and bandaging the wounds of the hapless robber, the five of them found a place to sit.

To prevent him from doing it again, Rick carefully tied the robber's hand with a leather rope. The robber looked frustrated, and looked at the four men in front of him, who were basically fully armed. His clothes were rotten, and he shivered in the sun shirtless.

Sercius walked up to him, crouched down playfully, pointed the pipe to his nose and asked, "I see that you are a little familiar, not like a bad person, how can you do such a thing?"

The robber reluctantly opened his throat, but stammered, "I...... I can't help it, the group of robbers gave me money to join the gang, who knew that I had only been in the gang for two days before I encountered this incident. ”

Malegg sneered. "Then you can sell your accomplices for money?"

The robber was speechless, and then Hatheron took the opportunity to add: "In my opinion, this is a bastard who sees money, master, let's sell him to a slave trader, and let him know how much his life is worth." ”

Rick, who was pondering on the sidelines, suddenly remembered something, and rushed to the robber in three steps and two steps, and looked him up and down. He brushed away the hair that covered his eyes, and then called out: "Huh, why do you look so familiar, aren't you the idiot shooter Melgrad?"

Sertius laughed all at once: "Ha Lu Ha Ha Your reputation among outlaws and mercenaries is quite resounding. ”

Speaking of the origin of the name "free idiot shooter" in Melgrad, as long as you know a little bit of the story, you must know that the name is famous near [Paravin] - legend has it that this man once practiced crossbow at the instructor's place, and the target began to shoot 70 yards away, and missed. So I went to 40 yards and still missed. The coach decided to let him start with the basics and throw him straight into the 10-yard range and still missed. The coach was desperate and replaced the original target with a round shield.

The result is still biased......

As a result, the instructor judged that he had no talent for shooting. So throw him a sword and a stick and let him learn melee combat. However, I don't seem to have learned my lesson. Leaving the camp with a light crossbow. Ran through the mercenaries and was called "the undead Melgrad". Because no matter what the casualties of the mercenary group were, he would definitely survive.

After that, his experience was a mess. So Sercius wasn't so surprised that he would join the bandits. However, after hearing that he had joined the gang for only 5 dinars, he laughed dumbly. He pointed to Hatheron beside him: "Five dinars? A pirate sells to a slave trader for 20 dinars, you are a loss-making deal." ”

Melgrad turned his head away and stopped talking.

"You're out of luck, okay, be honest and follow us. Selsius patted his clothes and stood up, "It's two days away from Fort Repolete, and I'll consider whether to let you go and give you a decent job, or give you a few dinars to the copper-smelling slave traders in the tavern." ”

A group of people started again.

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