"My dear lady, where did my friend offend you, that you should be killed? ”

The middle-aged man with a long sword in his hand had two long beards, and his appearance was gentle and elegant, which was in stark contrast to the group of fierce men behind him.

Big Nose crawled behind him, still staring at the guards in front of the carriage with lingering eyes, and now he knew that these elite guards were not something he could afford to provoke.

Luckily, the boss came.

He quickly rejoiced, looking at the man holding the long sword upside down, his heart was full of confidence again: the leader was one of the most powerful warriors active in the West Hartland region in the past, and the mercenaries under his command were also full of combat effectiveness, how could it not be easy for more than two hundred people to clean up these twenty guards?

This fierce girl is not in his pocket?

Now that he had nothing to do, he quietly retreated to the back of the mercenary group.

Although he didn't have the ability to interfere in the next fight, he still wanted to see what the girl who almost killed him looked like...... By the way, there is also the little girl who held the child at the beginning.

He drooled again.

"I'm not a lady, just a businessman. Vika replied in a calm tone, she looked at the man and the group of neatly equipped and fierce-looking mercenaries behind her, and the strong sense of crisis made her expression more serious: "This gentleman, I don't want to have a conflict with anyone for any reason. ”

She blew the whistle around her neck, and two huge black shadows fell from the sky and fell to the ground, shaking a large cloud of smoke and dust.

The griffin descending from the sky caused the rebels behind the mercenary group to panic for a moment, and the mercenary leader's expression twisted slightly, but he still kept smiling: "Ma'am, but you have killed and injured my people. ”

He pointed his sword at several of the sentries who had been hacked to death by Vika's guards.

"It was your men who have just done something that has misled us. Feeling that the griffin didn't seem to be intimidated by the mercenary leader, Vika's tone also revealed a hint of anxiety: "They look like robbers. ”

"Robber?" The mercenary leader looked sideways at the big nose behind him: "Bastard, tell me, are you a robber?"

"Report Chief, I'm not. The big nose replied loudly.

"Ma'am, look, he said he wasn't. The mercenary leader spread his hands at the carriage with a sincere smile on his face.

"Enough. Vika's tone suddenly turned cold: "Don't mess around, what do you want?"

"I ......" the mercenary leader smiled and shook his head, "Oh, ma'am, can you show me what you look like?"

The mercenaries laughed, their big noses behind them breathing rapidly, staring at the carriage deadly.

"I have to ask my husband if he agrees. Vika's answer stiffened the mercenary leader's smile, and the mercenaries roared and blocked the convoy at both ends of the road.

"Son of a bitch! Our leader wants to look at your face, it's all hidden, I really think you're still a fucking noble?! If you want to save your life, just listen to our leader!" a scarface snarled next to the mercenary leader.

Cha!

A sound of flesh tearing through the ears of everyone was unmistakable, and before the mercenaries could react, they saw a giant sword of astonishing size fly out of the carriage behind them, cutting the roaring Scarface in two from the middle of the waist.

"Ah——h

A cool breeze blew through the path, and the mob in the villages and towns gradually gathered.

Infected by the tense atmosphere, except for the screams of Scarface, who was cut in half, a large number of people were silent.

"A bunch of lowly robbers dare to hit us on the head?" a grim female voice ended the silence, and the robbers noticed that the voice came from the carriage where the greatsword flew out: "Wipe the feces off your mouths and get out, or you will all be sent to drink the dirty water of the River Styx." ”

And one more.

The big nose breathing in the back row of the robber was tight again, and listening to these words, the image of a pretty woman with an imposing impression was sketched in his mind, and he suddenly shook off the fear in his heart.

The leader of the mercenaries was silent, looking at the convoy guards who seemed to be facing a great enemy, and he already felt a little tricky.

It was not difficult to hear that the owners of this convoy were several women, but the series of collisions had unmistakably told him that even if he could eat these people, he would definitely lose one or two teeth.

He looked at the greatsword stuck in the ground, and judged the strength of the woman's hand that threw it—some brute force, but the slight pant of her voice as she spoke seemed to reveal something...... It was clear that the lady who had made the attack in anger had not exercised properly for a long time...... He had guessed the fact that the time that Ms. Ferrandlin had not been with anyone could already be counted in years.

There are also griffons and guards...... The mercenary behind him had already brought out the crossbow machine used to shoot the large magic beast, which made him feel a little more sure in his heart.

A few brothers were killed and wounded, so in order to eat this convoy, it is acceptable to die more, not to mention that there are cannon fodder temporarily recruited, isn't it?

At the same time, a new concern arose in his mind: what was the origin of this convoy?

If he offended them and brought out some great behemoth, he would have no place to regret it.

Although much of West Hartland is now in disarray, many powerful organizations still wield great influence, such as the famous Shadow Thief, Flame Fist, and Iron Throne.

If he accidentally offends an organization like this, then he will have to think about how to flee for his life in exile in the next life.

It wasn't what he wanted.

Many concerns made him hesitate, but the sound of heavier and heavier breathing on the left and right reminded him of a fact:

Several of his brothers have died here, and if he doesn't get an explanation, no matter how good his swordsmanship is, it will be difficult to convince the public in the future.

This led him to decide: "Guys...... Uh, ma'am, in any case, you have killed my people here, and you must leave an account, and if you fail to satisfy us, my brothers will probably find it difficult to allow you to leave here. ”

"Explain, what do you want?" Vica pinched her sweat, knowing that the negotiation had reached the most critical moment.

"Appropriate compensation and an in-person apology. The leader of the mercenaries said solemnly: "Hand over the murderer, and we will give you a proper verdict." ”

Detain the person first, ask for the way to come from before starting.

He thought.

"Snort!" Lannie in the back carriage sneered: "It's ridiculous, a group of mobs and robbers, dare to speak in the tone of a political axe, Vika, rush over." ”

This sentence made the atmosphere even more tense for a moment.

The robbers drew their weapons with a 'poof' sound and took a few steps closer to the convoy.

Vika furrowed her brow.

Hard-hitting, the worst idea, although it's hard to avoid.

Just then, the roar of the last carriage led the situation to a new corner:

"Wait! you idiots!" Claude Edmund, Vica's own brother, saw that the knife and gun had reached the carriage he was sitting in, and the cold air on the blade close at hand made him cry out in horror: "You are finished! We are the family of Pan Diesel, the ** master of Ximen City, if he found out about what was going on here, he would definitely pull all the hair off your body!!"

West Gate City ** Division?

**Division?

Mage?

The robbers were stunned, and the smile on the leader's face became a little playful.

This idiot...... Vika's heart was cold.

"It turned out to be a relative of the ** master, that's great, even if it's the ** master, it is impossible to go unpunished after committing a crime, but are you sure that the ** master is still alive?" ”

"Yes!" the bandits smirked and rushed towards the convoy!

The convoy guards shouted angrily and stepped forward to meet them.

Vulnerable.

The leader of the bandits looked at the skills of the convoy guards, made up his mind, and rushed forward with a long smile and a sword.

The griffin screamed, and its huge wings flew a few bandits, but a few crossbow arrows pierced their flesh.

"Get out of here!!" Vika screamed, and the convoy guards and griffons all charged in front of the encirclement, a powerful assault that allowed the bandits' barrier to break through, but more mobs closed the gap in an instant.

"Ladies, why run away?" the leader of the bandits laughed and slashed down one of the guards, his swordsmanship was very skillful, it was clear that he had experienced a hundred battles and had an extraordinary talent for fighting: "stay with us!"

The bandits burst out laughing.

Vika clenched her teeth, but heard a noise in the carriage, and the leader of the bandits jumped into the carriage with a kick and a sword, and Schicole's expression suddenly became extremely frightened.

Lannie, in the back compartment, slashed to death a bandit who climbed into the car, and the door became tattered.

The faces of the women in the carriage were instantly exposed to the view of the bandits.

One, two, three...... Three.

The big nose swallowed, the circles under his eyes were red again, and he was muttering swear words in his mouth. Cursed that '** master' to possess so many rare resources.

Thankfully, he's dead.

Blue Flame burned most of Faeron's wizards, and while there were still survivors, the odds were small enough for many to ignore.

Many of the bandits thought so, and after a short moment of stunnedness, the silver laughter burst out, and the leader of the bandits also laughed:

"What beautiful ladies, brothers, let us work harder, and soon they will forget what a ** teacher!"

"Yes, sir, what's so good about a wizard?, a bad thing that will run out of breath in a few strokes?" the bandits playfully clamoured, "Do they have muscles?"

Even those mobs, looking at the luxurious decorations and good looks of several women, also blushed.

They are also suffering from natural disasters, why do they have to be displaced, they have to endure hunger, they have to suffer oppression, and these nobles can still live so comfortably?

Let them taste this kind of pain too!

A suppressed roar rang out in the hearts of this mob, stripped of their property and dignity.

Vika's heart sank to the bottom of the valley against the beastly red pupils, and Lannie held up her rarely used shield, her hair loose and panting slightly.

A few rounds of fighting with the bandits made her understand that she was no longer familiar with real fights to the point of being a layman.

If it weren't for her ruthlessness, she would have hung the lottery many times.

This also depends on the hearts of the bandits to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade - the beauties who have been cut down are not fun.

Even so, Lannie knew that she wouldn't last long, and if she fought for a short while, she was afraid that she would not be knocked down, and she would have been tired first.

But in any case these bandits must not be allowed to climb into the wagon.

She gritted her teeth and blocked the door of the carriage, blocking the view of the bandits into the carriage.

However, this is difficult to hide her lustful inwardness, and the battle-hardened bandits have seen that this little girl is no longer good.

There were two screams from the carriage behind, and Vika's brother and father were pulled out of the carriage by the bandits, which made Vika's expression even more ugly.

"Teacher? The leader of the bandits chuckled twice and danced a sword flower: "The dead ** division has no influence here, ladies, now tell your soldiers to stop resisting and avoid the pain of flesh and skin, oh, at least I can guarantee that you will never die." ”

The bandits laughed wildly.

Vika clenched her teeth, and began to feel hopeless.

Dead ** division?

This repeated repetition had already stimulated the deepest pain in her soul several times.

Is he really alive?

She wasn't sure at all, for he hadn't sent any messages back since the last parting.

The overwhelming blue flames that seemed to swallow everything in the Northland still made her still nervous.

Soon after the disaster broke out, she received information through various channels, this blue flame seemed to target every Faeron spellcaster, and the arcanists closest to the source sea were particularly affected, as far as she could see with her own eyes, only five or six out of ten arcanists could survive the blue flame, and even if they survived, they may not be able to survive unscathed, and the arcanists who can survive unscathed and still have the ability to cast spells are even rarer.

The casualties of the guards became more and more severe, and the despair consumed their battle**.

"Surrender! Don't kill me! I surrender!" a mercenary guard dropped his weapon in despair.

A smug smile appeared on the bandit leader's face.

Vika's tense emotions shattered for a moment.

"Relatives of the dead ** division. The leader of the bandits proudly patted Vika's face with his sword, and his eyes were playful: "Now you are slaves here, relatives of the dead ** master." ”

He repeated it in an accentuated tone, and his smile was unusually smug against the backdrop of the smiling bandits.

"Take them all!"

"Wait a minute, this gentleman, who do you say is the dead ** master?"

Just as the leader of the bandits gave the order, an abrupt voice expressed dissent out of place, which immediately attracted the attention of the bandits.

Vika's dark expression seemed to glow with the voice for a moment, and Lannie's eyes lit up.

(To be continued)