Samr clenched his teeth and looked at Ronald, his eyes still full of suspicion: "There are too many bandits, there should be no bandits here, let alone bandits of this scale!" Samr said through gritted teeth. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Not only him, but the entire caravan all showed a look of despair at this time.

More than 100 bandits rushed in, and the archers were distributed on both sides, and the arrows were tilted down like money to suppress the caravan.

"Damn, fight back, why don't the mercenaries fight back!" Samr howled angrily as he looked at the members of the Tempest Mercenary Regiment.

"There were so many of them that they couldn't fight back. "The archer of the wind hides in the back of the wagon, dodging the arrows that fall overhead.

Samr looked at them angrily and cursed, "Rubbish!"

Ronald sneered, even if these people had the courage to risk their lives to fight back in the face of the rain of arrows, it didn't make any sense. Because the number of opponents is too large, it is impossible to suppress the opponent's assault with just a few archers.

More than a hundred people, even if they stood there and let them shoot, it would take at least a while, and this time was enough time for them to rush into the caravan's cart formation and go away.

Moreover, although these bandits charged in an orderly manner, but their momentum was amazing, each of them had a hideous expression, and their eyes showed a fierce and greedy look, these bandits were definitely not ordinary goods, and each of them was afraid that there was blood on their hands!

"The caravan is over. Ronald took one look and immediately judged it.

With a cat, under the cover of the convoy, Ronald jumped out silently without alarming anyone.

Bypassing the convoy, Ronald fell to the ground, used his hands and feet together, and quickly went around to the rear of the side, hiding behind with a raised dirt bag to observe.

More than 100 bandits rushed forward, and behind them stood a group of eight bandits, all dressed in tanned tough leather armor, some wearing half-length armor, or only shoulder armor.

Each of them was not even better equipped than the members of Gregory's garrison, but each one was stronger than the other, and they stood there watching the charging bandits as if they were watching an inconsequential game.

Under the protection of these eight bandits, a tall and strong man stood there, his muscles were like rocks, even his arms were the thickness of an ordinary person's waist, and his shoulders were as broad as a black bear in the forest. The strong man has a bald head, a red beard on his face, a pair of eyes blooming with cold light, and a hideous two-handed battle axe behind his back!

"I'm afraid these people are the real core strength of this group of thieves!" Ronald looked at them, surprised to find that each of them had an aura comparable to that of the bronze rank.

Nine Bronze!

I have to say that even the Ice Wolf Support Corps probably doesn't have so many bronze-level masters.

"The Blue Fire Thieves?" Ronald looked surprised and thought to himself: "If you want to maximize the looting and sacrifice of the property, the best way is to form a group of thieves. I was still thinking about how to take the first step, but I didn't expect God to send such a good gift!"

Ronald stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, looking at the nine bronze level with eyes as if looking at a naked beauty: "Nine bronze bandits, God...... If I could subdue this group of thieves, how much effort and time would I save. ”

Among the bandits, a man holding an ironwood bow and carrying a pot of arrows at his waist suddenly shuddered, and looked around with sharp eyes: "Strange, did you feel as if you were being targeted just now?"

"Being targeted?" A bandit with a two-handed sword looked around strangely: "It's Primo, you're too sensitive, there's no one here, except for the surrounded caravan, where will there be people." ”

Primo frowned: "Maybe I'm too sensitive." The fingers flicked the bowstring slightly, and the gritty bowstring let out a soft groan.

"Kill them, kill them all, rob them of their goods, and we're going to keep going." The strong man with a strong body like a black bear reached out to untie the tomahawk behind his back, and his eyes flashed red.

"Cowen, this caravan is already meat on the dinner plate, don't worry, let the people below practice their hands, and when you get there, some people will cut it for you." A man stood beside him with a cold face, his face as pale as paper, his long hair casually combed back of his head, his expression was unusually cold, and he held a strange spear sword that looked like a miniature version of a knight's spear.

"Wait until you get there......" Cowan tilted his head, his chin furious, "I'm in a hurry with my axe." ”

"Oh, look, they have no ability to resist anymore, and the mercenaries recruited by this caravan are too inferior, there is no surprise at all. It was a strange man whose face was wrapped in a black bandage, leaving only two eyes to see, and he was seen crouching there, two slender cones tossing on his hands.

"It's very inferior, and I don't even have the means to fight back. The man with the gun and sword looked at him coldly, looking slightly surprised.

"Something is wrong, how can a caravan carrying so much cargo only hire mercenaries of this level? Gregory's mercenary level has degenerated to the point that he can't even recruit a bronze one?" the man with the bow frowned, his eyes quickly swept around, and he pulled out an arrow in his right hand and put it on the bowstring.

"What's wrong, Primo. ”

Primo's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his bowstring was pulled like a full moon: "Remember what I just said, it seems that someone is secretly watching us? Primo's gaze swept around, then on a bulging dirt bag.

Leng Sen smiled, Primo aimed at the dirt bag, let go of the finger pulling the bowstring, the arrow shot out unusually, the wooden pole of the arrow body was full of fighting spirit, and with a ghostly crying whistling wind pierced through the dirt bag.

With a muffled bang, an arrow exploded a fist-thick hole on the dirt bag, and the arrow shot directly through the dirt bag.

Ronald jumped out from behind the dirt bag, but fortunately, Primo only guessed that there was someone behind the dirt bag, but he didn't know the exact location, so the arrow was at most grazing Ronald's body, and it was impossible to shoot accurately.

But even so, Primo's arrow still startled Ronald, this powerful is comparable to the bullet of a sniper rifle!

"Sure enough, there are people!" Primo sneered, placing the arrow on the bowstring again, aiming for Ronald's throat.

"Oh, there's a cunning guy hiding here, he's not bad, is he the leader of the mercenary group?" said the guy with the bandage around his face and the aper in his hand with a smile.

"I'm going to kill him!"

The man with the strange spear and sword whistled, and a black steed ran out of nowhere, and the man rolled over and rushed towards Ronald with the spear and sword in hand.

The black horse has a strong body, and at first glance it is a well-trained war horse, only to see the black horse neighing, running like flying with four hooves, and rushing to Ronald in the blink of an eye.

The man whistled in his mouth, the gun and sword were infused with fighting energy, he pulled the reins of the horse with one hand, leaned on the horse's back, and stabbed the gun and sword towards Ronald's throat.

The horse is fast, the sword is fast!

A hint of surprise flashed in Ronald's eyes, he is also bronze-level, this person's strength is much stronger than Scott's!

Dodging and dodging, Ronald dodged the spear and sword stabbed from the front, and the iron sword slashed towards the spear and sword, and immediately blocked the spear and sword to the side.

In the distance, the man with the bandage on his face made a mocking voice: "Is it only this trick for Duruna to come and go, anyone who is a little faster can avoid it, only this kind of strength, I think it's better to get rid of him." ”

The man named Duruna turned his horse's head and stabbed at Ronald again with his spear and sword.

It's still the horse fast, the sword fast......

But Ronald frowned, his body avoided the side again, and the sword swinged, swinging the sword aside. Exchanged for the Songshan Seventeen Way Sword Technique, like this kind of attack that comes and goes almost in a straight line, if you want to pierce Ronald unless your strength is much stronger than him, at least in terms of speed, you can't give him time to react.

Duruna turned the horse's head again, looked at Ronald with a serious expression, and with a sword of his gun, he slammed the horse's belly and rushed over again.

"Hahaha, did you see Duruna's embarrassment, he couldn't kill his opponent three times in a row, and he was completely out of line. The bandage man covered his mouth, and a laugh as ugly as a night owl came out of his mouth.

"This trick again?" Ronald looked at the posture of Duruna rushing over again, and sighed: "It turns out that you can only use this trick! It's a pity that this good horse is also a pity for your strength!"

Ronald turned sideways, and the black horse rushed past him again, and the spear and sword infused with fighting spirit grazed Ronald's neck, but it didn't even wipe off any of Ronald's oily skin.

With a backhand palm, the cold ice true qi was instilled into the palm, and Ronald gently slapped it on the black horse's neck.

With a neigh, the black horse screamed in pain, and a layer of frost directly appeared on his neck, and Yang Tian fell.

Duruna was taken aback, let go of his horse's belly with his legs, and flipped on the spot, avoiding the tragedy of being crushed by the black horse under his crotch.

Before Duruna could get up, his neck was struck by a sword-cut iron as black as ink. Looking down at the iron sword around his neck, Duruna took a deep breath and regained his composure: "I lost, now I am your prisoner, but I ask to be treated as a regular knight, I hope to be able to redeem my freedom with money!"

"Here we go again, this guy Duruna really thinks he's a knight, he's a bandit!"

In the distance, the man with a bow and arrow sighed and said helplessly.

Ronald also looked at the man with some surprise, obviously with an iron sword on his neck, but he didn't have the slightest fear: "You, a knight?" Ronald asked with some uncertainty.

A knight who went to be a bandit?

"No, I'm not a knight with an honor, I'm just a knight's squire. Duruna's face was slightly red, but he tilted his head and said, "But I ask to be treated as a knight, even if it is to pay double the ransom!" said Duruna, with an excited look on his face, as if it was a very honorable thing to be able to pay the ransom.