The truck that had been in the middle was now the last in the line, and Lawson stood awkwardly on the board, his body standing upright in an eerie balance.

The arrows that came as if they were avoiding him did not hurt the fool in the slightest, and he stared blankly at the robbers chasing after him and the vanished cages, his eyes diverging and drooling.

"Commander, our ...... Our...... Cat...... Lost again. Rosen was stupid and laughed, and Claudius, who heard his voice, was so angry that he cursed.

"Nonsense! You idiot! Now in this situation, if you can live one by one, who cares what cats! ”

No matter how fast the wagons went, the robbers were not able to travel lightly, and they no longer shot arrows so as not to hurt their own people. A bandit dressed in battered chain mail chased after him with a whip and was soon level with Rosen's carriage.

He drew a machete for chopping wood, and Rosen, standing upright on the board, was as unresponsive to the impending danger as a fish waiting to be slaughtered.

Anya twisted her head and shouted at him, "Be careful! Rosen finally realized something, and squinted at the robber.

The robber was also taken aback by Rosen's appearance of being neither male nor female, neither human nor ghost, and the knife in his hand paused briefly and finally slashed at Rosen's head.

The children were so frightened that they cried and screamed, and the dwarf driving the car was also sweating with anxiety.

Just when Cesare and Anya thought that the stupid man was dying, Rosen raised his hand and pinched the blade of the knife that was slashing at him with two fingers as easily as a worm, and now it was the robber's turn to sweat.

With what seemed to be a slight pull, the strange power of the lion that could suppress it with one hand snatched the machete out of the robber's hand, and the other hand reached out to grab the robber's clothes.

A normal person would never risk an unbalanced move in a galloping carriage, but Rosen's mind is not normal.

The robber was so frightened that he pulled the reins on his side and tried to get away quickly, but the horses under him could not react in time on the narrow dirt road, and one hoof sank into the grass pit on the side of the road, and the man and the horse fell directly into the forest.

As soon as Rosen breathed a sigh of relief, more robbers rode up to him, and some even burst out of the woods again and headed straight for Cesare's carriage.

The man was dressed in a light armor that shimmered with silver and wore a visor on his head.

Judging by the equipment, at least the little leader of the rotten gang, the robber kept his horse parallel to the carriage at a steady pace, while he slowly found his balance and got up from his horse, leaped forward, and hung his elbows on the edge of the top of the carriage.

The situation was not good, and Cesare quickly found his balance and tried to get up from the carriage, watching that the other party was about to climb onto the roof of the carriage, and if he rushed over, he would also risk falling off the carriage.

He took the bone staff in his hand and struck it the soles of his feet, the bottom of the bones collided with the metal ceiling with a muffled "thud", but only a few wretches of pitiful grass-roots mycelium responded to Cesare's call, crawling all the way from the wheels to the carriage and then to Cesare's bone staff.

It was too far from the ground, and the speed of the carriage made it impossible for the mycelium on the ground to react, even if it was to use magic, it would not work at all.

Anya seemed to see the problem, and was about to get up to help Cesare, but was suddenly stopped by the bone staff in Cesare's hand.

"No need, you keep holding on, just leave it to me here." As he spoke, the robber in light armor also climbed up at this time, drew his sword from the scabbard at his waist, and couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the boy who was holding a stick in front of him and wanted to resist.

Judging from the size of the man, he was in the prime of life, and the other party was obviously superior in terms of balance maintenance and equipment and strength.

The robber slowly approached Cesare as if in a scherzo, a threatening voice from beneath his visor. "I don't like killing children, so why don't you jump yourself?"

And when he looked at Anya who was holding the edge of the car on the side, where had the robbers who had been haunting this ghost place all the year round seen the young lady of the rich family, and had never seen such a white and beautiful face and beautiful clear eyes, the robber's tone became frivolous again.

"Ouch! This is a good-looking girl, when I slaughter everyone else, do you want to go with me alive or be taken away by me when you die? ”

"Hmm... Next time, I've got a companion on this trip. Anya smiled politely and looked at Cesare's back. What do you think? ”

"Not on loan yet." Cesare responded to Anya, taking advantage of the bandit's distraction and taking a steady step forward, the bone staff in his hand turned around, and stabbed the opponent's weakly protected neck.

The robber still wanted to be poor, but as soon as the words came to his throat, he was stuck in one place with the force concentrated in his throat and his Adam's apple, and the robber made a strange "click" sound, and his breath almost stopped, and he was forced to take a few steps backwards in a row, and he was busy shaking his left and right arms to stabilize his balance so that he did not fall off the carriage.

"Boy! You're looking for death! The robber roared, his hand holding the hilt of his sword flaring up, and he swung his sword at Cesare, but was stopped by the strange staff.

The robber couldn't figure it out, but Cesare knew it very well in his heart, in terms of hardness, what was extracted from this monster's body was not comparable to ordinary bones, and the strength of the other party's sword swing was just a tickle when encountering a real monster.

With skill, Cesare unhurriedly saw the timing and rhythm of the opponent's sword swing and blocked all the blades, seized the opportunity of the opponent's breathlessness, and once again pushed the robber's body back with his bone staff.

It didn't take long for him to be pushed back to the edge of the roof again, and after all, he was just a third-rate man who picked soft persimmons, and Cesare had experienced a thousand times more terrible than him.

Cesare pressed forward with a more resolute pace, and a cold sweat broke out from under the bandit's visor. His movements seemed to be seen through by this little fart who had not grown all his hair, and the more panicked he was, the faster he retreated, until there was no way to retreat.

Cesare lunged forward suddenly, ignoring his own balance, and slammed his whole body into the robber's body, causing him to lose his last balance.

The robber's feet slipped, and the whole person was dragged off the roof of the car by the weight of the armor on his body, and finally seemed to curse something, but it was completely covered by the wind.

You can only hear "Ah! A scream, followed by a loud clanging thud on the ground, and the helmet, which was supposed to protect him, twisted his neck, and the robber's body sank into the mud in a very twisted position, never to stand up again.

Cesare, on the other hand, had completely lost his balance by his actions, but his body remained infinitely inclined towards the outside of the carriage, and his feet stood firmly on the roof as if they were held in place by steel nails.

The few strands of mycelium that had just been summoned were not wasted by Cesare, like a cluster of sturdy vines gathered on Cesare's ankle, sticking Cesare to the roof of the car, so that he did not fall down.

Sweat dripping from his head, Cesare swallowed repeatedly and breathed horizontally, such a plan was still too risky, and when his body slowly moved back to a safe place, Cesare couldn't help but sit down directly.

He thought that if the mycelium was not as secure as he expected, then he would probably die in the forest with the robber.

One thing is not settled, and the other thing is happening again. Before Cesare could catch his breath, Claudius, who was driving in front of him, roared loudly again. "There's a tripwire up ahead! Think of a way! ”

Cesare held his breath for the robbers in the woods not far ahead, and they had tied ropes and tripwires made of twine and leather between two large trees at a suitable distance, and they were covered with sharp barbs, which would have been overturned if the carriage had been hit.

But what else can be done about it? Just as Claudius was about to tighten the reins and stop the carriage, a crossbow arrow shot from the roof of the carriage, piercing the rope straight and accurately.

Before the robbers in ambush realized that the tripline had been broken, two carriages of the circus had already galloped through their confident trap unharmed.

When Cesare looked to the side, he saw Anya holding the edge with one hand and holding a crossbow in the other. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the road ahead, Anya also found her balance and rolled over and lay on her back on the roof of the car, just in time to meet Cesare's eyes.

"I said it would come in handy."

"No, you never said it, you didn't even consult me when you took it secretly." Cesare said solemnly. Claudius loosened her sweat-soaked hands and coughed twice to get attention.

"Okay, okay, if you two want to enhance their relationship, there will be time in the future, can you take the trouble to look back now and see if anyone is chasing us?"

It was surprisingly quiet, and when you looked behind, the robbers did not continue to chase for some reason, and they took out a wagon and killed several child laborers, but fortunately, the main body of the convoy was lucky to escape the interception.

The dwarf driving the van behind him wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and Lawson sat on the board with his knees crossed as if he didn't know what had happened.

Because there were fewer children, the free space was much more spacious, and he stared blankly at the sky, not knowing what to think or nothing to think about.

It wasn't until I heard the deafening roar of the lion roar out of the forest behind it, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains, and it was still clear from a distance, that the robbers screamed and wailed.

"What a big cat! Where did the cat come from? Help—" The voice continued as the carriage moved forward, and finally it was completely drowned in the forest, a thing of the past.