No matter how many years they have been fighting, every time they fight, there is always some fear in the hearts of the thieves. If you come out to mix, sooner or later you will have to pay it back, and this feeling matches the innate nature of this profession, and it simply lingers. However, Wither does not have this psychological barrier. Before each fight, he was convinced that his name was not on the Grim Reaper's Soul Book.

This time was no exception.

The thieves, disguised as women, touched the vicinity of the country women, pinched their throats and said hello, and then quickly swarmed up and killed the innocents with short knives. Taking the lead in stripping the women's bloody garments and putting them on himself, Wither immediately ordered his men to sprinkle the prepared grease on the surrounding trees, and then set it on fire with the windproof lantern.

"Murder! There are monsters in the woods!"

At Wither's signal, they all picked up the woman's voice and shouted loudly. Immediately after that, he grabbed his flat shoulder and backpack and rushed in the direction of Juniper Village. The rebel-occupied village had not been established for a long time, so the villagers were not too familiar with each other, and villagers and camp personnel could be seen everywhere. It's just a small garrison, loosely disciplined town.

When the village guards heard the screams of the "woman", many people rushed over in a scattered manner, and Wither and the others quickly ran in the direction of the village with their heads down, passing by the people without being recognized. When they reached the gate of the village, there was only one militiaman, a shoemaker, who was busy hammering brass nails into a pair of boots that appeared to belong to some officer, and the halberd was placed a dozen paces away.

Running desperately for more than five hundred yards, all the thieves were so tired and out of breath that they couldn't even deal with an old grandmother. But now, their luck is good, the grandmothers don't show up. He slaughtered him, then closed the door of the stockade, grabbed a few horses, and rushed out from the other side of the stockade. Wither gasped and whispered.

The men moved quickly, and it didn't take long for Wither to finish what Wether had told them, and before the soldiers who had rushed out before they could return to Juniper Village, they were all on horseback. "Set fires, make a commotion, and we'll get out!" Wither was the first to go, and the other thieves followed him, sweeping through the village, throwing all sorts of ignition objects at them.

When the rebel soldiers, with the help of the villagers, opened the gate and entered the village, they had to immediately participate in the firefighting, and there was no way to allocate extra manpower to chase down the murderers and arsonists. Wither led the men through Juniper Village, riding into the dense forest, many times better than he had planned.

"Hurry up, keep up with me, don't spare the horsepower," Wither said half-crouched on the horse's back, so that some of the bumps could be eased. He swung his knife and chopped through some of the branches that stood in his way, preventing them from sweeping off his horses those who were not as good as his horsemen. With the horses, they could get to the smuggler's trail sooner, maybe in less than two days, and get to Emerald Wood City early.

However, as they rode their horses, a strange arrow burst out of the dense forest. With a "whoosh", the arrow sank into the head of the foal under Wither's crotch. The horses that died suddenly fell to their knees, and under the action of inertia, Wither was thrown out directly. He hit a pine log before he stopped, and he felt like several of his ribs were broken.

"Hell!"

Before he could draw his weapons, the fallen horses would stumble over the men who were following Wither, one by one, like a roadblock. They were all planted off their horses, and some of them were lucky, but they only scratched a little skin. However, there are also people who break their muscles and bones, and the most unfortunate ones are broken because their heads hit the trunk of a tree.

"Giggle......

Chilling laughter came from above the heads of the injured thieves. Wither looked up and saw an ugly corpse monster floating in the air, holding a longbow made of white bones in his hand. "It's a monster! Shoot him to death, or none of us will try to get out of here alive!" Wither immediately pulled out a small crossbow from his clothes and took the lead in shooting.

"Whoosh" ......

Led by the Boss, all the thieves who were still able to move began to fire crossbow arrows at the monster above their heads. It's just that, first, because their rate of fire is too slow, and second, the monster is so agile that it can quickly change the direction of its flight by jumping on the trunk of a tree with its recurved feet...... The crossbow bolts fired by the thieves all missed.

"Boring game," seeing that the thieves couldn't even aim at themselves, the monster suddenly spat out, "I am a robber who devours bones, and I am on the orders of the emperor to carry out the hunting transformation ritual." Don't resist, you lucky cubs, and I'll turn you all into good hunters and warriors in no time. You are about to have the privilege of serving in the Emperor's army. ”

"Robber!"

When some thieves heard what Bone Eater said, they were directly frightened and collapsed. Ignoring the injuries on his body, he staggered into the dense forest next to him, trying to save his life. However, in the next second, Bone Eater appeared in front of him, and the Raider stretched out his claws, piercing through his clothes, flesh, and one of his ribs. The thief fell to the ground with a wail.

Bone Eater spat in disgust. He put the rib in his mouth and chewed it twice, and then the rib turned into an arrow with a dark green glow. "Puff" ...... Eater plunged the arrow into the thief's heart, and then walked over to another wretched creature that kept rubbing back, repeating the same action.

By the time all his men had a long arrow stuck in their chests and were lying on the ground twitching, Wither had already leaned against the tree behind him and stood up, the thief head holding two short knives in his hands, staring fiercely at the robber who was walking towards him, "Come on, you ugly monster, I will open a few holes for you!"

Glancing at him with interest, Bone Eater nodded, "It's a little interesting, if you don't tremble, maybe your words will be more convincing," the general didn't continue to move forward, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he took out a bone arrow from the arrow on his waist, and slowly put on the bone bow. The moment it left the string, the bone arrow sank into Wither's chest.

The thief was treated differently than his men - instead of lying on the ground, he was nailed to a tree, standing up straight and twitching.

"It's not so easy to get life money......

In the harbor of Soft Maple City, Quest, who was sitting on the top floor of the stern, looked at a crystal ball in front of him and shook his head helplessly.

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