On the evening of the last day of arrival, the stewed meat hot pot in the dining car had just been eaten, Oster squinted for a while, and suddenly the world turned after a loud noise, and the time to come was still coming.

Oster was smashed and climbed out of the car through the window, only to see that the rails had been blown off, and all three wagons had derailed and overturned. Everywhere there were men shouting on horseback, and a sharp knife was stuck around his neck just a few steps away.

Ahead, the robbers slashed the coachman, and the passengers fled screaming. Relying on the speed of the horses, the bandits quickly seized most of the passengers, drove them together, and looted the money one by one.

The beauty of the night shouted, "I don't have any money, you can come if you want to rob the sex!" Kicked over by a robber, the latter said, "Don't think I don't know, the elves are all thousands of years old, and they are already pure black." ”

Oster was ordered to crouch on the ground with his head in his hands, thinking that these robbers dared to make a big move not far from the town, and there were no officers and soldiers patrolling, and it seemed that the law and order were really chaotic in the year of the catastrophe.

Looking up, he saw two robbers dragging the badly injured troll merchant out of the carriage and brutally throwing it aside. Oster hurried over, only to see that the troll merchant was seriously injured on his head, bleeding all over the ground, and was already unconscious, presumably having been hit on the head by a heavy object when the car overturned.

Oster's healing spell had been used up when he had removed the serf's mark, so he could only watch and be in a hurry. Thinking that there might be bandages and first-aid medication in the carriage, he got up and walked towards the overturned train. As soon as he took two steps, he was stopped by robbers;

"What the hell, boy, don't you want to live!"

"He's dying, I'm going to have to get a bandage to treat him." ”

The robber yelled, "Squat down and hold your head in your hands!" ”

Unmoved, Oster bypassed them and continued on his way.

"Looks like you're trying to see the light before that ghost!" Several sharp knives slashed at Oster's back at the same time.

However, it was like slashing in the air, passing through. Around Auster, a dazzling white shield of light was enveloped, and a huge crown of light condensed was suspended thirty centimeters above his head.

The robbers were all dumbfounded, and they began to swing their knives again. However, it still had no effect, and none of the blades could touch Oster.

[Protection Blessing, Spell Level 2, Type Protection, Immune to Physical Attack, No Collision, Duration 30 seconds.] 】

The robbers were stunned, and one of them recognized it and said, "This crown...... It's the holy art of those paladins, invulnerable, and very evil. This man is a member of the church! ”

The rest of the robbers hesitated and looked at each other, apparently afraid of provoking the Light.

A robber of five big and three rough people yelled at the others, "What's wrong with the church? There are a lot of us, fence this thing, their spells have a duration, and when they fail, hack him to death on a piece! "This man is obviously the ringleader, and he was the one who killed the coachman.

Seeing that the robbers had swarmed him up again, Oster shook his head and said, "If you are really capable, go and rob the government and the church, where there is much more oil and water than these small merchants." However, it is also in vain to say that people like you have always been bullying the weak and afraid of the hard. ”

Seeing that the protective blessing on Oster's body darkened and shrunk with the passage of time, until it disappeared completely, the robbers surrounding him swung their knives at him at the same time. Oster unhurriedly drew the short sword at his waist, and with a single swing, a golden storm formed around him, and with a quick spin, knocking all the robbers around him to the ground.

[Holy Storm, Spell Level 3, Weapon Effect, Area Attack, Deals Physical/Holy Damage.] 】

The robbers who fell to the ground had all their weapons knocked off, leaving scratches of varying degrees on their arms or chests, screaming and retreating again and again. Only the robber at the head still stands;

However, he didn't go down, not because he blocked the attack. The leader of the robbers slowly lowered his head, and saw in disbelief the blood rushing from under his neck—his throat had been cut directly by the sword wind; He staggered two steps forward and fell to the ground with a bang and died.

"This man just killed the coachman, so I want his life to pay for it." Oster looked around at the rest of the robbers, who had been frightened, and said slowly;

"I know that in the year of the catastrophe, many farmers or small citizens who were affected by the disaster fell into the grass, and I will not and do not want to interfere in your affairs. I only advise you, seek money without killing people, don't swing a knife at the innocent, this is the least conscience - why are you still stunned, hurry up! ”

The thieves hurriedly ran to the horses, mounted them and fled.

Knowing that these men would certainly not repent, Auster did not let them go because of the onset of Our Lady's disease; It's just that the education he received in his previous life made it difficult for him to kill so many people at the same time. Even for legitimate reasons, he felt that no one had the right to kill without trial, unless one life was repaid.

The merchants rejoiced, thanked Oster for their kindness, and went to the carriage to rescue their luggage and belongings. The Night Elf pounced in front of Oster and said, "Benefactor, if you don't dislike it, I'm willing to make a promise!" ”

Oster walked around her and said, "Disgusted, shut up." Do you say this when you see someone? ”

Leaving the dark night puzzled, he muttered to himself, "My sisters all say that there are many young men on the Terran side, and they are all very hungry and thirsty, so I came by boat from thousands of miles away." How is it different from what was said! ”

Oster finds the bandage in the overturned carriage and hurries back to the troll. After bandaging, the latter's wound still couldn't be stopped, the breath was weak, the blood was already flowing too much, and a large area was soaked on the ground, so it was estimated that it would not work. It seems that the trolls are self-healing and extraordinary, and they can regenerate limbs, which is also a rumor created by the Terrans in order to demonize the enemy country.

The dying troll took Oster's hand with three fingers and said, "I heard what you just said, and although we met, you are worth it...... Trust. Please do me one last favor, in the clothes on my chest, there is a letter...... Very important, please give him to ...... Wild West...... KPA. ”

Oster found the letter in the troll's clothes, half soaked in blood. Oster asked, "Who am I going to give it to the People's Army?" If so, can you tell me what the mission reward is? ”

The troll suddenly stretched his hand forward, his cloudy eyes widened, and he said "Atal'alarion joratox Hakkar!" ……”

After saying that, his hands fell and his eyes closed. Oster was shocked, there was no troll language in his language library, "Brother, can you speak the lingua franca, I don't understand this ......" Look at the troll again, there is no breath.

This golden-eyed troll has made a deep impression on Oster, and may he return to Loa of faith.

After burying the troll and the coachman with the others, Oster set out on foot. Fortunately, it was not far from the town, and it took less than a day to get there.