Late on an autumn night, Heider stood at the back door of "Old Jimmo's Roulette Table" as usual, yawning boredly. He looked over the carriage behind him, glanced at the empty market, and sighed. took out the wine bottle from his pocket and poured it, and the ** wine fell down his throat and into his stomach, bringing a trace of warmth to his body that he had not seen for a long time.

Although strictly speaking, there is no winter in Wind Cliff City, the cold wind after night still blows his body a little chilly. Stomping on the spot with small steps, Haider tightened his cloak and set his eyes on the window not far from the back door.

There, the bright light of the fire peeked through the glass with the flickering figures, and from time to time there was a sudden burst of roars or cheers in the faint noise, as if the people inside the windows were enjoying the best time. In this regard, Haider pouted a little disapprovingly-although he lived in Wind Cliff City, he knew very well what he could touch and what he could never touch.

That's right, "Old Jimo's Roulette Table" is a well-known casino in Windy Cliffs, and Heider is responsible for escorting the casino's gambling money for his livelihood. Although it sounds ridiculous, it is as if there are always 20% smart people, 60% ordinary people, and 20% fools in any team...... Even the residents of Wind Cliff City, no matter what he had done before, had found their new identity after coming here.

People are such interesting creatures, they can always play different roles in different environments, and the more dangerous the place, the faster they will transform. As a result, industries serving the villains appeared in the places where the wickeds gathered, and the industries that served the wickeds provided occupations for the "converted" criminals, one day at a time, one month and one year for a year...... Eventually, under intentional guidance, cities are created where they shouldn't, even if they are sin cities.

In a word, people. You have to live......

I don't know how many times he cursed in his heart, and when he complained again about his long-lost partner, the back door of "Old Jimo's Roulette Table" finally opened. With the sudden heat rushing towards him and the roar that instantly amplified countless times, Haider finally saw four or five guys with burlap bags walking in from inside.

"Hell. Boss, why is it so slow?" Haider grumbled to the man at the front, "I thought you couldn't help it, and you wanted to play a few hands yourself!" His boss's name was Sarik, although Heider didn't know why he had come to Windcliff. But from the current point of view, this sturdy man is still quite competent in the position of escort captain.

Salick tossed a bag to Haidel, who hurriedly took it into his arms, and the weight of the smash into the crook of his arm made his body sink sharply. "Alright, don't complain, business has been good these days," Saric glanced back at the figure in the window, "Old Jimo is almost smiling from ear to ear...... By the way, he also said that he would give us a raise. Haha......"

"Forget it, his words are no different from the 'lover' in the mouth of a prostitute!" said another man in the back, his sarcasm quickly causing everyone to laugh. In fact, the salary of the profession of casino escort is very considerable, otherwise it would not be possible to attract these former outlaws to run and sell their lives.

Haider shook his head with a smile as well, he wouldn't believe that old Jimo, the notorious miser, would give them a raise. Walking to the back of the carriage and opening the door, Haider threw the bag in, and there was a thud of metal clattering as it landed in the carriage. "How many bags this time?"

"Nineteen bags of ......," Sarik replied, directing his men behind him to load the bags, "Hurry up, guys! Finish it early, call it a day early! Hurry up and ......!"

Didn't use a few back and forth. All the money bags were loaded into the wagon. However, Haider noticed that there was something unusual about tonight. "Boss, are you going to go so many brothers this time?" he said as he looked at his partner with some confusion, and after a slight glance, he realized that he was not counting himself. This escort mission was accompanied by seven people. With such a scale, he is already more than half of the members of the entire escort team.

Salick patted the carriage, grabbed the handle, and quickly climbed into the driver's seat at the front of the carriage. "There's been a bit of chaos in the city lately, and a few things who don't know whether they're alive or dead have even started to gamble......," he said, adjusting his sitting position and grasping the reins in his hand. "Several of my peers have already been robbed...... For example, the black dog Wren, three of his subordinates died, plus seven bags of silver were missing...... Ha, I heard that the green-skinned orc's face was blue, hahaha......"

"But doesn't it mean that several of their bosses have joined forces and gone to the 'Left Ear Hunting Ground' to place an order? Those idiots shouldn't live long, right?" asked one of the escorts.

Sarik shook his head. "Forget it, dare to do this business in Wind Cliff City, are you still afraid of chasing and killing?......" he took a breath and changed the subject, "Okay, stop chatting, get on the horse, let's go," he said and paused, "By the way, whose turn is it today?"

As he asked, Haidel's voice rang out in frustration. "Don't ask, it's me, it's my turn......" he muttered, turning and walking to the back of the carriage. "What the, I can't help but want to pee as long as I'm stuck in it......"

"Hahaha......" Everyone laughed as they listened to his complaints.

Soon, following Sarik's order, Old Jimo's carriage with nineteen bags of silver, along with six riders, slowly drove out of the alley at the back entrance of the casino.

The speed of the procession gradually increased, and in the cool night breeze, the muffled sound of the horseshoe on the road and the rustle of the wheels mixed with it, sounding exceptionally clear and harsh. While waving his horsewhip and scanning the dark corners of the road with an alert eye, Sarik, who was sitting in front of the carriage, did not dare to relax in the slightest.

Although the casino is not too far from the goblin vault, for Sarik, who is a horse thief himself, the ups and downs of Wind Cliff City and the strange building system itself provide great convenience for the robbers. Even in the corners of those caves or low houses, you don't know if or how many people are hiding inside.

Turning a street corner, the originally spacious road gradually narrowed, and even the lights on both sides tended to dim a little. Salick frowned and glanced at the beggar in the sewage by the roadside. "Speed up, through here!" he ordered his men who were following closely behind the carriage.

"Yes, Boss!" replied the riders.

But at this moment, in the middle of the road ahead, a sudden figure appeared that shocked Saric's heart. Because that figure is a little too special. The other party's body is sturdy, and from a distance, it looks like a boulder standing there. Especially in his hands, he seems to be carrying something. A long black shadow that could not be seen clearly.

"Boss, what should I do?" asked the riders who followed the horses.

Sarik gritted his gums, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes. "Rush over, speed up, don't stop!" he yelled.

"Yes. Boss!"

"Hahaha...... It's rare to have such fun!"

"Come on, brothers, kill this stupid pig!"

“......”

The riders shouted loudly, excited, and their nature had nothing to do with goodness at all. In an instant, the whole team accelerated violently, and under the leadership of Saric, they rushed straight towards the black shadow in the distance.

Closer and closer, the dark shadow did not retreat, but walked towards them, by the dim light. At last Salic saw the other man's face—it was an ogre holding a whole log! At the same time, a strong uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart, for the log had been lifted into the air like a toy in a child's hand.

With a low roar, the log in the ogre's hand slammed into the galloping carriage with the sound of whistling wind.

"Bang!"

The neighing of horses and the sound of broken bones exploded in the quiet night sky, and the horses pulling the carriage were directly torn off their necks by logs, twisted their bodies and moved out horizontally, and after a bang, they fell heavily to the ground along with the carriage. Tumbling and bringing up a cloud of dust.

Sarik was thrown straight out and crashed into a wood-paneled house on the side of the road, causing a burst of angry scolding from the owner, but after the other party saw the situation outside. Soon chose to shut up.

The ogre's attack didn't end there, and before the rider could draw his weapon, the log in his hand was already flying, smashing the heads of two men one after another. The rest of the riders were stunned as they watched the squirting of blood and brains, and they immediately tightened their reins. If you want to turn the horse's head, the farther away from the bloodied beast is better.

But for them, this nightmare was far from over, and two extremely swift figures suddenly rushed out of the dark alley next to them. They all wore the masks of circus clowns, and one of them kept pulling his crossbow as he walked, while the other brandished a short axe and rushed into the caravan.

The brutal slaughter began, and a flash of arrows struck the riders' necks and chests, and the short axes on the other side slashed at the riders' calves again and again. As for the ogre, he seems to have only a head in his eyes, and every time someone falls to the ground, he will directly lift the log and make up for it on the other's head, like smashing a watermelon.

Gradually, the screams of the riders became quieter and quieter, and at last, there was only one guy left who had been following behind, screaming, frantically whipping the horses, and successfully escaped.

"One...... Run away!" the ogre said indistinctly, carrying a log stained with blood.

The green-skinned guy next to him pulled the hatchet out of one of the riders' necks. "Boss!" he shouted toward the attic on the other side of the street.

Soon, with a clear whistle, a tall and thin figure stood on the roof of the attic, and judging by his figure, it should be an elf. At his signal, the beggar at the corner got up from the sewage and slowly walked to the middle of the road, where he was met by the rider who had escaped death.

"You say, can he stop him? It was a galloping horse. The human with the ballista asked with a playful smile.

The orc spat directly. "If you can't stop him, just kill him, and we can still get some more money......"

"I, yes!" the ogre snapped at the bare skull.

While the three of them were talking, the last rider had already rushed to the beggar's approach, but the beggar still did not move. When everyone, even the rider himself, thought that the beggar was doomed, the beggar moved, and only made three movements.

Turn slightly sideways to avoid the impact, raise your foot and kick the horse's front hooves with precision, and after the horse is planted directly on the ground, walk up, grab the rider's neck, and twist it hard.

"Quack!"

In an instant, the battle ended. The three people behind were all stunned, and even the commander on the roof sighed in surprise. But he soon gave a new order. "Newcomer, what's your name?......" he stopped, "what? Forget it, it's you, go to the carriage to inspect the goods, touch the stolen money with your own hands, and you will be considered to have joined the team." After he finished speaking, he glanced at the three people standing in the distance.

The beggar glanced up at the elf, then walked to the carriage that had fallen to the ground. Unfortunately, the carriage that was supposed to go to the goblin vault was completely destroyed, and it was now lying diagonally on the ground, two of its four wheels broken, and it was no longer as glamorous as it used to be.

Raising his hand to grab the door of the carriage, the beggar's arms slammed into force, and with a click, one of the door panels was directly pulled down by him. At this moment, a sudden sense of crisis made the beggar's skin tighten suddenly, and he subconsciously tilted his head, and a sharp crossbow arrow flew past his hood.

Haidel, who had been holding it inside, was stunned, in fact, he knew that something was wrong the moment the carriage overturned, but he did not rush out at the first time, but waited, waiting quietly. He knew that if he went out, the final result would be only a dead end, which was the law of committing crimes in Wind Cliff City. But it is also death, as a former villain, the madness in his bones told him that even if he died, he would have to pull one to bury himself. So, he held the crossbow gun and waited for the moment when the car door opened.

But just now, what happened in front of him made him completely stunned on the spot, and he couldn't even believe his eyes. His eyes trembled, and he stared at the monster in front of him in horror, as if he wanted to see the face of a mortal or a god and demon hidden under the hood.

"It's almost ......" The beggar's voice drifted into Haider's ears, and before he could react, the other party's palm had already hit his trachea, and with a sudden feeling of suffocation, Haider's head was hit the wall of the carriage, and his eyes went black, and he fell down.

The beggar dragged Heider out of the carriage, then reached out and grabbed a handful of a loose purse. "So, are you satisfied?" he slowly turned around as he grabbed the silver light in his hand, but what was waiting for him was another crossbow spear that was directly pressed against his head.

"Satisfied, but we regret it. The human with the ballista smiled and said, "It's always good for everyone to get a small portion, what do you say?"

The beggar nodded, then shook his head again. "You're right, but unfortunately, I regret it......" he said, "and I'm going to cut it four less." (To be continued.) )