Bursts of gradually heavy breathing reached Ansel's ears.

The sound of hundreds of horses' hooves rushing hit the hearts of the soldiers and slaves behind the mage, their hearts beating faster and faster until they suddenly stopped at one point.

Countless fierce eyes were fixed on Penny and Ansel standing in the center, and the slaves knew very well that this kind of stare would bring them death in the past, but at this point, it was difficult for them to control their emotions.

Among the slaves, a middle-aged man in ragged clothes was not as flustered as the other slaves, although his palms were also covered with cold sweat.

A closer look shows that in the face of a deterrent force that is more than a hundred steps away, some cowardly slaves actually stand with this person as the center, and seem to have some kind of dependence on this person.

"Bonis, what should we do?" a young slave covered in cold sweat muttered in the middle-aged man's ear while most of the soldiers had reached the front of the barrier and no one noticed this dark corner.

This move, which would normally have brought death to the slaves, was ignored at the moment, because no soldier paid attention to these slaves.

Although Ansel frequently turned back, trying to keep an eye on the mood of these slaves, in order to make a move before the rebellion showed signs of rebellion.

In his opinion, the threat of these slaves behind him was clearly more worthy of the embankment than the enemy in front of him.

But he couldn't see the conversation going on in the shadows.

"Bonis, are we going to run away?" the other slave asked cautiously, a light of fear flickering frequently in the depths of his pupils.

"Escape?" the slave named Bonis shook his hand slightly, making a clear slap of shackles.

A slightly sarcastic smile appeared on his face, while the slave next to him looked ashen.

With these things, it is impossible to escape, and the end will only fall into the hands of the Tucans.

Compared to the Serles, the fierce Mullans were not benevolent slave owners.

At least the majority of the Searles rarely mistreated slave labor, let alone killed people for unjustified pleasure.

"Listen. The Bonis lowered his head and smiled slightly, a fierce taste blooming at the corners of his mouth.

The surrounding slaves attached their ears in anticipation.

"If the momentum is not good for a while, we will immediately rush over and grab that mage......" The man's voice was low and full of decisiveness: "This is our only way out." ”

Penny's back suddenly felt uncomfortable with the prickly prickling of needle hairs, as if from some kind of malicious staring, and he frowned and looked back, only to see a group of slaves bowing their heads and saying nothing.

The same goes for the slave named Bonice.

The mage turned his head back, it was normal for the slaves' minds to fluctuate, and if there was no dissent in this situation, it was to ask the slaves to be as loyal as knights, which was obviously impossible.

The nearby Serge knight made a 'coo' sound in his throat, which was produced by swallowing saliva, and an increasingly undesirable atmosphere rose behind him, and under the torches of the horsemen, the fierce faces of the Tucans appeared in the sight of the Seres.

Compared with the Serens, the face shape of the Tucan people is slightly more peculiar, their nose is slightly lower, their eyes are very round, their foreheads are flattened than most of the Feron humans, and their brown pupils seem to be born with a fierce wildness, and the slightly reddish brass skin seems to magnify this wildness even more, and from a distance, it looks like a group of blood-stained beasts.

They are indeed a group of murderous horse bandits.

"Land, lamb or blood!"

A roar of rage rang out neatly from the mouths of a group of horse bandits, and a large number of arrows pierced the air and landed in front of the rudimentary fortifications, which were clearly not an attack.

It's some kind of teaser.

As a former soldier who defended the Sunrise Mountains, Ansr was not ignorant of the customs of the Tukans, and knew that the Tukans would use this method to persuade them to surrender before they officially launched an attack, which was a ritual.

Even before the robbery, this ritual is to be performed as usual, with the exception of sneak attacks that require secrecy, of course.

The Toucans watched the humble camp with its cowardly slaves and guarded soldiers with mocking and contemptuous gaze, and the disdain in their hearts was heightened by the fact that the experienced bandits could easily catch the slightest panic and panic in their composed-calm eyes.

"Land, lamb or blood?" Ansel looked left and right, knowing that the low morale of the Toucans would lead to a ruin defeat if he let the Toucans attack like this, he stood up, the shield in his right hand slightly raised, his muscles tense, allowing him to defend himself the moment the Toucan's bowstring sounded. ,

"You are bringing about your own destruction, Tucans, and be clear that you are asking about those who are in power in this land. ”

"The one in power?" a tall Tucan let out a long laugh, "There are no lords in this land, red-robed mages. ”

Ansel's face darkened, and the other party's reply let him know that the raids of the Tucans were premeditated.

"And we are the sons of the wilderness. The voice led to a shrill shout.

A large field of arrows was fired at the large shields erected by the soldiers.

"Tear them apart!" the tall Tucan leader roared loudly, the black-robed apprentice on horseback smiled slightly, and the assassin behind him disappeared into the saddle.

The sound of the two hundred strong bowstrings vibrating like thunder, and the arrows like raindrops, but the speed of this raindrops was as fast as lightning.

More arrows landed in the rough battlefield, and a few more screams were heard, and the arrows did little damage to the Serles, but it was obvious that under the suppression of this rain of arrows, Ansel and his men could not rise to the top.

The nomadic cavalry, however, divided into a part of the vanguard, and the horses' hooves slowly advanced towards the lowlands where the Sers were hiding.

Obviously, they have a lot of experience in robbery.

"There must be a charge. A little flame burned in the depths of the brave Searle Knight's pupils, and he clenched his sword and shield.

If these cavalry were allowed to advance into the area, the group of slaves would immediately make a disturbance, and I am afraid that it would immediately cause chaos.

What's more, the sergeants around him have begun to fluctuate, and he must set an example, otherwise he will be defeated in a battle.

Even in this world where magic is rampant, the battle of cold weapons still depends on the bravery of the soldiers to set an example.

He let out a sigh of relief, tightened the buttons of the chain mail, and his expression became solemn.

His shoulders suddenly sank, and he turned his head slightly, seeing the mage's gaze on the cavalry dozens of paces away.

"Wait for them to come in. ”

In?

He was suspicious that it would be too late for them to come in.

He keenly spotted something unusual in the wriggling crowd of slaves.

"Don't move!" he turned and shouted at the slave.

The middle-aged slave, who was only a few steps away from the mage, paused and only took two steps back, but still stared at the mage quietly.

Beads of sweat were already pouring from the palms of the slaves around them.

Slaves are not lambs, especially treacherous human slaves, and for some of their members, it is their natural desire to seek freedom, and it is clear that this slave named Boness and his accomplices are like this.

The horses' hooves were close at hand, and the howls of the Tucans grew louder and louder.

A large amount of smoke and dust has somewhat obscured the field of vision, although there are only a few dozen knights, but under the shouts and cheers of the horse bandits, the momentum is like a thousand troops, giving people a huge deterrent to the soul.

Everyone's eyes widened, and a rusty smell crept into their nostrils.

It doesn't seem to taste much like the blood sprayed on the tip of the nose.

Kill!

The alpine pony crossed the ditch high above the ditch, and the Tucan cavalry flashed its sabers, like a moonlight, and the smell of death flashed before the eyes of the Serrens.

Hundreds of pupils dilated at the same time.

The tension reached its peak.

"This gentleman from the south. The leader of the bandits on the black-maned horse looked sideways at the mage apprentice with a smug smile: "I wonder if our service can satisfy you?"

"When, of course. The apprentice's gaze turned from the charging nomadic cavalry to the smiling face of the bandit leader Kurtan, the smile on his face was very reluctant, and the act of wiping the sweat with his sleeve did not hide the eagle-like eyes of the horse bandit leader.

"Well, I think it's time for us to get paid as agreed. The words of the leader of the horse bandits caught the black-robed apprentice a little off guard, the dust from the cavalry charge just now was still in front of him, and the smiling face of Kurtan also sent a warning signal to him.

"Lord Kurtan, it seems that the appointed time has not yet arrived. He said with a dry smile.

"No, no, no, no. The leader of the horse bandits shook his bare and shining head in the moonlight, and the smile on his face became more and more cheerful: "If you leave here after a while, where will we go to get paid?"

"Your Excellency, you have to trust our credibility......" A cold sweat soaked the back of the black-robed apprentice, and he completely realized that the situation was wrong, these horse bandits may not be as easy to fool as they imagined.

"Creditworthy, I'm sorry we haven't done business before. Kurtan bared his teeth, and several horse bandits next to him, with malicious smiles on their faces, rode their horses into a circle and surrounded the black-robed apprentice: "The important thing is that my brothers can't wait......",

"Your Excellency, you don't believe us? The black-robed apprentice's eyes rolled: "Please believe that we will definitely pay the reward, not to mention that you have already made an action, have you?"

"No, no, no, it's something we have to do, it's just that we want to be able to get more benefits more securely. Kurtan smiled: "Your credibility makes us a little confused, it is said that the apprentices of the Red Robe Mage Guild have a family property far higher than that of ordinary rich merchants, red and gold thread black robe apprentices, hehe, I seem to have heard of the status of this kind of apprentice in your organization......

The bandits next to him also laughed fiercely.

The black-robed apprentice secretly cursed, his eyes slanted, but he saw that the assassin Andom had already gone to choose the time to assassinate, he became more and more anxious, knowing that this assassin would not care about his life or death at all in the attitude of completing the task, and the great disaster in front of him was imminent, he was anxious in his heart, so he had to reluctantly smile perfunctorily: "My lord, will you lose Dimmit?" Lord Antlonz's friendship, you know, he is lord of Sabanshire, in charge of a thousand troops, and I am his nephew, and you don't want to be his enemy. ”

As soon as this implicit threatening sentence was spoken, a second layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He knew he had made a huge mistake.

"Oh, but I seem to have offended you, Ha, relative of the Lord of Sabanshire, I think we can get more out of it. Kurtan burst out laughing, and the bandits next to him let out a string of laughter.

"Boss, this time I really didn't go in vain. A bandit laughed and said, he looked at the eyes of the black-robed apprentice, as if looking at a pig waiting to be slaughtered: "Do a vote thing, and there are actually three harvests." In this way, we will have more capital to go home. ”

The leader of the bandits smiled and nodded, tilting his head slightly, and crossed the majestic mountains to the east, on the other side of the mountain, there was the greatest enemy who had driven him here, and he would eventually return.

Of course, saving capital is a priority.

Three harvests?

The black-robed apprentice instantly understood that the reason why these people attacked the target group was for the commission of others, and they ran into it and wanted to use these bandits, obviously being played by these Tukan people.

This made his heart sink slowly.

The leader of the bandits carefully observed the stiffening expression of the black-robed apprentice, and found it very interesting, because the change in the face of a person when he turns from smug to desperate is indeed very valuable to watch.

"Take him. ”

He smiled and ordered, but for a while no one answered, much to Kurtan's surprise.

He suddenly noticed that the eyes of the men beside him were staring closely at the other side, and the emotions in them were numb and sluggish.

It seems to come from some kind of special shock.

The instincts he had cultivated over the years had given rise to a strong alarm in his mind.

A few howls of pain rang out, and his heart stopped beating in horror. A few howls of pain rang out, and his heart stopped beating in horror.

Inside is a fragmented Tukan dialect.

It's his men who are screaming and wailing!

What frightened him even more was the deafening roar that gradually overpowered the sound of horses' hooves.

Accompanied by a broken tendon and a muffled sound of tearing.

Kurtan turned his eyes to the battlefield.

A 'giant' more than thirty feet tall waved his huge arms vigorously, countless mutilated limbs and fountain of blood splattered everywhere.

His men are being slaughtered.