In the wilderness, the sound of strings and screams continued.

Pan Long didn't mean to fight these robbers in close combat at all, but kept shooting arrows at a distance. The bandits' shortbows were no match for his longbow in range or power, and if he pulled the distance, he could even catch the robbers' arrows and shoot them backhanded—just like the arrow at the beginning.

This "backfire" technique requires considerable reaction speed and archery skills of the user, but once it appears, it is also a great blow to the morale of the enemy.

Seeing Pan Long catch the arrows shot in front of him again and again, and then bend his bow and arrows, and in turn shoot the people on his side with an arrow, the morale of the robbers continued to decline. By the time the sixth man, the last of them to shoot, had died at the hands of Pan Long's bow and arrows, their morale was finally overwhelmed, and more than one began to retreat.

"Don't be afraid!" the robber at the head saw the cowardice of his companions, and cried out, "there is only one opponent!

As he spoke, he took the lead and charged towards Pan Long.

Pan Long was a little surprised, for the first time he had seen someone charging at an archer on foot.

(Is this guy mentally problematic?, he should at least have a shield...... ）

He bent his bow and shot an arrow into the man's throat, but it was blocked by the raised sword.

As soon as the leader of the robbers saw him open his bow, he immediately put his sword horizontally in front of his throat, and sure enough, he blocked the arrow, and he was immediately afraid.

(If it weren't for this kid's special shot in the throat, this arrow would have killed me!)

He was afraid in his heart, and his pace naturally slowed down a little. When the other robbers saw that Pan Long's arrow was finally blocked, their morale was greatly boosted, and they rushed over with a roar.

Pan Long frowned, he had some difficulty understanding the way these people were thinking.

It's just blocking your own arrow, is it worth being so excited?

There are twelve arrows in one barrel, and ten arrows in his own quiver. There were only thirteen of the robbers left, and seven or eight of the ten arrows were killed, and the remaining five or six couldn't be beaten by themselves?

His feet were constantly moving, shooting arrows as he retreated.

The strings sounded again, and another robber fell on his back.

This time, Pan Long shot him on the forehead.

"The throat can block it, and you have the ability to block the forehead!" Pan Long muttered to himself, but did not shoot the bandit leader again, and pulled the bowstring again and again, shooting all the minions.

The robber leader's move of raising his sword to block the arrows in an instant just now was indeed a bit level, and it was worth his attention.

The screams continued, and by the time Pan Long had shot the last arrow, there were only six robbers left standing.

Ten arrows, Pan Long shot seven robbers. Two of the robbers escaped the fatal first arrow with great reflexes, and the other was missed by a gust of wind when he shot the arrow.

After shooting the arrow, Pan Long gently placed his longbow on the ground, drew his saber, and walked towards the bandits, who were already a little hysterical.

Seeing their companions fall one by one, the robbers' hearts were already filled with fear and anger. The last bit of sanity that supported them was that there were fewer and fewer arrows in Pan Long's quiver—and now, the archer's arrows had finally run out!

"He's out of arrows!"

'Hack him!'

"Arrest him and chop him alive!"

Seeing Pan Long put down his longbow, the morale of the robbers was so strong that it almost exploded. They roared wildly, brandished their weapons, and rushed at as fast as they could.

They were greeted by an awe-inspiring sword light.

The operation of the true qi strengthened the strength, Pan Long slashed head-on with a knife, and the robber who rushed to the front swung his sword to block, but where could he block it! The position of the block collapsed at the touch of a button, and the sword light fell down, slashing heavily at his shoulder and neck, and then pulling, it was like blood.

Before the robber could fall, Pan Long had already kicked him on top of him and kicked him towards the leader of the bandits.

When the leader of the robbers saw that Pan Long had actually cut down his companion with a knife, he suddenly felt bad. In the face of his companion flying over, he didn't mean to catch it at all, so he directly dodged to the side, allowing his companion to fall to the ground, bleeding all over the ground, and completely losing his breath.

And by this time, Pan Long had already cut down the second robber.

Relying on the strengthening of his true qi, the power of his attack has surpassed the limit of human beings, and these robbers are not strong men in the first place, where can they resist it.

He also doesn't have any ingenious knife techniques, just a simple single knife and a straight cut. The robber held the stick in both hands to block, but he stabbed the hardwood stick wrapped in iron in two, and then the steel knife fell straight down and slashed into the robber's head.

Pan Long tried to pull it, but found that the knife was stuck in the skull, so he simply let go of his hand, touched his waist with both hands, and pulled out two daggers.

"His knife is gone!" roared one of the robbers, his eyes red.

But before he could finish speaking, a dagger shot him in the throat.

Another dagger was shot into the heart of another robber.

Compared with knife skills, in fact, Pan Long is better at hidden weapons......

Seeing that only one of his men remained, the leader of the bandits howled like a wild beast.

But he can't turn into a beast with such a howl, on the contrary, the crazier he is, the weaker he actually becomes.

This time, Pan Long didn't kill the minions first, but rushed directly towards him, and when he stabbed him with a sword, he directly turned sideways, and then grabbed his right hand, pinched his arm, and twisted him again, twisting him into a posture of squatting on the ground and cutting his right hand behind his back.

Before the leader of the robbers came to his senses, he was already restrained, and was about to roar and struggle, but the back of the head was hit hard, and everything in front of him suddenly went black, and the corpse was ambushed on the spot.

At this time, the last minion was completely frightened, he instinctively rushed to Pan Long, raised the knife and slashed, but Pan Long casually reached out and grabbed the knife, and then threw it and fell heavily to the ground.

"You're in luck. Pan Long stood beside him, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "It's exactly the last one." ”

"Ahh

"Ahhhhh ”

The minion's eyes suddenly regained consciousness, and he looked at Pan Long nervously.

At this moment, Pan Long was standing at an angle that just made the sun next to his head, and the sunlight was strong, making his facial features extremely deep and full of oppressive force. This minion was already frightened by Pan Long's endless murderous scenes, and at this moment, he was looked at so oppressively, where could he still have the slightest sense of resistance in his heart, and immediately nodded again and again.

"I'll say everything!" he cried out, "Please! Leave me alone! I don't want to die!"

The corners of Pan Long's mouth drew a warm arc and asked, "What the hell are you doing, why are you attacking the merchants transporting iron ore?"

"The boss said, someone paid us to do this. ”

"How did you contaminate the iron ore?"

"A potion, where is the boss. ”

"Where did that potion come from?"

"The person who jointed it. ”

"Do you know how to connect?"

"Every time he came to us, maybe the boss had some secret contact with him, but he never told us. ”

"What does the person who joins the joint look like?"

"He was wrapped in a black cloth and couldn't see his face clearly. ”

"Does he have any special accent when he speaks?"

His accent was from Baldur's Gate, and he didn't sound very old, probably no more than forty. ”

"How many other people do this besides you?"

"Many, the boss said, that the entire Baldur's Gate who had no capital to do business was found this time. That's probably hundreds......"

"So much?!"

"I don't know if what the boss said is true or not, but I've seen two other groups of people alone. ”

"Do you guys have a permanent camp?"

"There's one, but our gang hasn't been there. The boss said that it is very popular to eat black and black in the camp, and if you are not careful, you will be stabbed in the back, so we just need to concentrate on dealing with the merchants, and we will be safe. ”

"Do you know where the camp is?"

"I only know the approximate location, to the northeast of the Friendly Arm, hidden deep in the forest. ”

"How many people are estimated to be in the camp?"

"I don't know, I just know that there are a lot of people guarding it. The boss said that if anything happened to us in the past, we would be killed all at once. ”

"Do you have any other plan of action?"

"The boss said that someone was going to attack the iron ore mines in Naxikai, but we didn't go, and he said that the miners were not easy to mess with, and it was not worth it. ”

"You're just attacking merchants?"

"Yes, that's all. ”

"How many times has this been?"

"For the fourth time. ”

"How many times did you kill someone in between?"

"Three times, the last time the merchant saw us and ran away, we didn't chase us. ”

Pan Long closed his eyes, thought for a while, and finally asked, "Is there anything else you haven't told me?"

"No! I've said everything I know!" the minion yelled, "I've said it all!

His words came to an abrupt end, and Pan Long stomped on his chest, and the sound of broken bones echoed through the wilderness with his screams, and quickly subsided and fell silent.

"I've thought about it just now, and I still can't let you go. Pan Long sighed as he stepped on this minion to death, "I want to convince my subordinates to be merciful, but ...... I still couldn't convince myself. ”

"Ogres can only snatch belts without killing people, but you can't...... You're not even as good as ogres!"

He talked to himself, examined the robbers, scavenged some money, put his weapons and equipment on the wagon, cut off the heads of the robbers, took the whole body of the robber leader, and finally found a pit by the side of the road, threw the rest of the corpses into it, covered it with some earth and stones, and then got into the carriage and returned to Belgoust with the bloody booty.

When he arrived at the hotel, the guests were terrified. The officer of the Flaming Fists mercenary group was also startled, and she asked in surprise, "Why did you cut off their heads?" ”

Pan Long smiled dumbly: "Isn't it more bloody to peel off your scalp than to cut off your head?" and I think it will be more convincing to come back with your head." ”

Nineteen robbers, who brought him an income of a thousand gold coins - although there was no bounty on the bandit leader, the officer gave the guy a double bounty.

Pan Long took a shower, ate a meal, and lay on the bed in the hotel room, looking at the pile of gold coins in the inventory.

"More than two thousand. He said to himself, "It's very close to the lowest dimensional bag." Maybe...... I can consider killing more robbers and saving up for a more advanced dimensional bag......"