Dust of History: The bandit (below)

There are many mansions in the outskirts of Erathia's royal city. Most of these are residences built by merchants or adventurers who have washed their hands in the golden basin. These upstarts who are rich but have no status like to live here. It seems that they are as close to the royal city as possible in terms of distance, and they can somewhat infect the aristocratic atmosphere.

Mr. Isis's mansion is also one of them. As we all know, although Mr. Isis can still be regarded as a nouveau riche, he is also a miserable guy among the nouveau riche. He originally had a thriving property and family in Ainfast, but he didn't know that an accident not only made him lose all his family members, but also made him lose his family. He turned into an ugly cripple. Sadly, he left his hometown with all his property and came to settle here, relying on the relationship with his old friends in Ainfast, he started a business of selling treasures, and often sold a large number of treasures that his friends said were from Ainfast. Special treasures. And it seems that many adventurers came to sell rare items to him.

During this period of time, his business must have been very good, and many strangers were often seen coming in and out of his mansion. Judging by their appearance, they are probably adventurers. As at other times, the host entertains guests without fanfare, people who generally do not like buzz and attention.

In the basement of the mansion.

Like the owner's seemingly simple but absolutely shady background, the vast and complex underground is far superior to the above-ground buildings, and can almost be compared with the residence of Negan's underground Minotaurs. Dozens of rooms of different sizes crisscross, hundreds of passages connect them, and there are more than a dozen passages leading to hidden exits on the ground, enough for the people inside to escape in case of emergency. This is the largest lair of the Shenmuxi Thieves Group. Of course, there are more than one such dens in other places, but this one is the largest.

In the largest room in the basement, people's heads are surging, shoulder to shoulder. Under the light of the butter torch, hundreds of people gathered here. Although the ventilation ducts were cleverly designed, the overcrowding made the place feel stuffy.

If a leader of the Knights of Erathia can see the scene here, he will be shocked and overjoyed. Robbers, killers, thieves, lone thieves, liars...all imaginable types of criminals are here as dazzling as an exhibition. Hundreds of Erathia's most wanted criminals gathered here, whispering to each other under the light of the torches. Every head here is worth dozens of gold coins, and every hand has more blood on it than in the body.

But these thugs who licked blood with their knives and carried their heads to live did not show any restlessness. Although they were huddled together in this relatively stuffy underground cave, no one made any noise, because the leader of Xilica didn't like people making noise. Someone once had his head crushed because he spoke a little loudly when the leader was in a bad mood.

There are also many newcomers who have just joined here, but these people are also not making any noise. One is because he has heard about the temper of the leader of Xilica, and the other is that a special ritual of the Shenmue Thieves Group is going on in this already crowded space. Four big men walked through the crowd with two objects on their backs, stopping for a while in front of everyone.

To be precise, what the four big men are holding is not an object, but two people who are not elephants. These two people have no hands and feet, no ears and noses on their faces, and only two big blood holes left in their eyes. The only thing left intact is a mouth, because they still have to talk.

These are two newcomers who joined temporarily when they went to Tula Leon Forest to sneak attack last time. On the way to retreat from the captive elves, the two perverts couldn't help but touch one of the female elves, which was strictly forbidden by the leader of Xilica, so the two must be punished according to the old rules. After cutting off all the things that can be cut off like this, they must also tell every member of the group carefully about the mistakes they made and why they were punished in this way. No one has ever been so stubborn that he could not open his mouth or find an opportunity to commit suicide. The talents of the Samushi Thieves Group in terms of torture are definitely the top in Erasia, and it is guaranteed that every member of the group can hear the confessions of these people.

The old members chatted in whispers, and they were obviously used to this practice for a long time. The new members were quite shocked and apprehensive. In this month, the strength of the Shenmuxi Bandit Group has been greatly enhanced, and newcomers are constantly joining. The number and strength have reached a peak that is about to explode. The joining of these newcomers is of course due to the deliberate recruitment of the two leaders, and the bigger reason is that several large bandit groups in Erasia have been wiped out in this month, and those who escaped by chance have joined the Samushi bandits. group.

In the conversations among these people, the most popular topic was the knight who single-handedly wiped out several gangs of thieves, or the female knight.

No need to listen carefully. The radiant armor on the female knight's body and the white magic she swayed casually revealed her identity. She was the Temple Knight sent by Celeste. The annihilation of every bandit group is exactly the same, all in a large-scale collective action, the temple knight slashed out, and went straight to the leader like a tiger in a herd. Those bandit leaders who were also well-known in Erasia immediately decapitated almost without any resistance, and then only unilaterally chased and fled.

Naturally, some people organized resistance, but unfortunately it was useless. The temple knights who blessed themselves with white magic and their martial arts were already at the peak dealt with these thieves no longer like a tiger like a sheep, but more easily than a tiger like a chicken. Except for those who immediately surrendered, only one or two tenths of the people were able to escape, and the rest were all killed on the spot. When the thieves talked about her, they didn't have the slightest contempt and ambiguity towards women as animals in the past, and they didn't even regard her as a 'person' in their eyes. If it didn't come from the church that believed in the God of Light, the metaphor of the murderous ghost in **** would be very suitable.

This knight comes and goes like the wind alone, unlike the officers and soldiers of the brigade, who are obvious and easy to guard against. Moreover, the timing and location of each appearance are very well chosen, no doubt they came prepared. What's more, Celeste's Templar Knight, just this name is enough to make most people lose their fighting spirit. It was rumored that if Celeste's Temple Knights and Templars gathered together, a small group of less than a hundred people could wipe out a country.

Many people temporarily joined the Shenmue Thieves Group with the idea of ​​calling it quits at the last vote. A few gold coins, and more benefits are promised after the event is completed. There are also quite a few people, especially the old members of the Shenmu Xi Thieves Group, who are very confident in the leader's ability and so many people.

No matter what kind of thought they are reporting, so many people have been waiting here for a long time, but Xilika is nowhere to be seen.

In another basement, Xilica and Isis were facing eight people.

They ignored the more than one hundred people over there, because if necessary, the eight people here would never kill the group of criminal elites for more than ten minutes. These eight talents are the masters they really need.

These eight people have different shapes, there are hunched old men, young men in their prime, and women who are all wrapped in black robes with only a pair of charming eyes exposed. The only thing they have in common is their strength. With the help of these people, Xilica even has the urge to compete with the Knights of the Kingdom. These eight people can be said to be the strongest among the people and shadows of Erathia.

"I need you to make a move, please make a price." Xilica's words were simple and straightforward. If she was a businessman, she would undoubtedly like such customers the most.

"The price is usually meaningful to living people. I first need to know whether your plan has a real chance of success this time." A wretched and weak, like a ten-year-old mouse using the transfiguration technique Said the old man incarnate. "You are not the first person to think of elves, but in the past hundreds of years, Tula Leon Forest has almost never lost a single plant or tree. Why do you think we will have an opportunity?"

"Based on this." Isis carefully took out three scrolls, as if a believer was showing off his holy relic.

"This is..." The old man's squinted mouse eyes were as big as bull's eyes.

"I think you all know that we caught five elves some time ago. And let me tell you honestly, it was just an experiment we did for this operation, and only a small amount of force was deployed. The reason why we were able to Success is to rely on this scroll to completely break the magical barrier of the elves. But this time we are more prepared and have three more scrolls. You should be able to see the weight of these three scrolls. As long as the layout is reasonable, there will be With your help, our plan will have a great chance of success.”

The old man's fingers lightly brushed the scroll in Isis's hand, sighed enviously, then returned to his insignificant appearance, and said weakly: "Then I want all the magic of the elves item."

"Impossible." This time Isis' eyes widened even bigger than the old man's. "It's all for you, so what shall we do?"

"You still have so many elves. It's hard for you to sell so many magic items. Don't you dare to sell them to the church?"

"You don't have to worry about how to make a move, we can give you three more elf girls." Isis immediately bargained

"At my age, I have no interest in women. Don't use this to perfuse me." The old man yawned uninterestedly, without giving in at all. "I want magic items."

"I will give you all the things after dismantling the teleportation magic circle. We will keep the rest for ourselves." Xilica spoke, her deep voice was like two iron bars hitting and rubbing against each other. "I only say it once. I never bargain with people."

Hearing the word 'teleportation magic circle', the old man's eyes lit up and he swallowed. Looking at Shilica's face, he nodded. "Okay."

Xilika cast her eyes on the second person, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

"Thirty female elves." The answer was as concise as the question. This is a lean man in his thirties, dressed in black tights, with an S-shaped serrated blade on his back. The huge size and the cold light of the blade still make people shudder in this dark basement.

"Ten." Xilica replied.

"If a large number of elves appear on the market, the price will drop sharply, so I can't give you more." Isis immediately added.

The man thought for a while, then nodded and answered. "Okay."

The next five people also quickly negotiated their strange but absolutely astonishing prices. Until the seventh person. This is a very handsome young man. He was dressed in light and unremarkable clothes, except for a long sword on his waist. If only from the appearance, this is just a very ordinary, good-looking young man.

But since he can stand here, he must have enough reasons. These people were selected by Aixisi, and Aixisi's vision has always been good. So Xilica asked: "What do you want?"

"A thousand gold coins." The young man replied. "Pay half first."

This is the first to ask for real money. Everyone else knew the huge risks and benefits behind this operation, and the conditions they asked for were as difficult to measure with money as the old man. And generally speaking, people like them will never be short of money, at least they will not have such a great interest in money.

"Oh?" Xi Lika showed a somewhat surprised expression. It is very rare for such a humanized expression to appear on his face, because he did not see the fascination with gold coins in the eyes of this young man. of light. Even if he doesn't see that kind of light often, he can definitely feel it from his eyes all the time. So he asked again: "Do you like money?"

"I didn't like it very much before, but now I like it very much, because I am useful." The young man's expression was lukewarm.

"Okay." A ferocious expression of appreciation appeared on Xilica's face. "I like such frank and money-loving people."

The last person is an ordinary-looking man. A face that disappears immediately when mixed with the crowd, even the age is not easy to distinguish, it can only be said to be between twenty and forty. He can only see some extraordinary clues from the tall and straight figure, the sturdy and well-proportioned limbs that are not a bit fat exposed outside the clothes, and the weapon wrapped on the back.

"What do you want?" Silica asked.

"Let's see what you can get first." This person's voice sounded extremely ordinary, without the slightest murderous intent or anything else that attracted attention, but the content of his words shocked everyone. "Then I want half."

Everyone's eyes fell on this man, and some of them were quite hostile. This tone and statement not only despised Xi Lika, but also despised the other seven people here.

"Why?" Xilica let out a laugh that sounded like a knife cut into a bone, and there was a look of curiosity in the eyes that were originally fierce.

"It's worth the price to me. It's worth more than the seven of them combined." The man replied lightly, without any fireworks in his voice, and a pair of dark eyes and Xilika's eyes met.

But the expressions of the seven people beside them changed immediately, some of them were breathing fire, while others were as cold as knives made of ice.

"I know that you are very good at repelling a scouting squad of the Kingdom Knights alone. But I tell you, everyone here can do the same. Although you are the old man from Isis A friend introduced you, but he didn't say who you are. So you have to prove it yourself." Xilika pointed at the other seven people one by one with her thick fingers. "Prove why you can be worth more than seven of them."

The man in black with a serrated blade on his back suddenly sighed, and said to Xilika: "You dare to hire such an expensive person, why don't I kill him and let you get more. You just Just give me five more elves."

"Of course." Xilica smiled as if she wanted to eat people. This man in black is the most famous and ruthless lone thief in Erasia for more than ten years. More people have died in his hands than the average person has ever seen in a lifetime. He once turned the elite knights of the three kingdoms into one Made the meat loaf, perfect for a litmus test in this case.

The man in black shook his hand, the huge serrated blade on his back was already in his hand. Several other people stood aside, and the old man and Isis simply retreated to the door. This kind of weird weapon must be strange and lethal when used, and it will be affected if you are not careful. Only Xilica did not move in place.

With a low shout, the entire basement was instantly filled with the scream of serrated blades tearing the air. The man in black turned into a dancing black shadow, and the serrated blade turned into a bright ball of light. The black shadows and light clusters criss-crossed and slid past along a strange trajectory.

"The art of shadow dance." The woman wrapped in a black robe lowered her body and exclaimed. This martial skill, which was originally only used by the legendary night elves, unexpectedly appeared on a human being, or a man. And the night elf woman's dagger was replaced with that weird sawtooth blade, which was undoubtedly a weapon specially made to match the shadow dance technique.

The man in black was completely invisible, leaving only a vague shadow moving and jumping rapidly in the entire room. He didn't underestimate the enemy and attacked directly, he had to use his shadow dancing skills to the limit, and then he shot at the best opportunity. The steps of the night elves transformed from the sacrificial dance are extremely miraculous, and the men's explosive power is far stronger than that of the elf women, and they have brought into full play the ability to change positions and blur their figures to the extreme. Standing at the door, Isis tried to widen his eyes, trying to find a trace of a figure.

The ordinary-looking man didn't move, but stood still and pulled out the weapon he had been carrying. It turned out that it was an ordinary knife that could be made by any blacksmith.

He raises the knife. Every movement of his was slow, in stark contrast to the rapidly moving shadows around him.

The shadow moves faster and faster. It seemed that the entire space was filled with his faint and vague figure, and the howling from the serrated blade had already begun to be ear-piercing. His stature and pace had reached the limit, and all that was left was the immediate thunder strike.

The light of the knife was just a flash, and the figures and whistling in the entire space disappeared. There was no collision of gold and iron, only the sound of a sharp blade inserting into muscle and cutting bones, and then there was a hoarse scream.

Xilika's pupils shrank suddenly. He has been standing not far from the two of them since the beginning of the battle. When the man in black danced the sawtooth blade and leaped across the room, he also stood still and kept his posture. Not even the tiniest muscle twitched, like a mountain of meat made of steel. Until this time, he had no expression.

It's not just him, every bystander's expression is surprised, frozen, and their eyes are all looking at the same place, looking at the feet of the man in black.

The man in black has recovered his figure from the fast-moving phantom, and he stopped suddenly. The knife held in the opponent's hand shot out, passing through the sole of his foot in one stroke, and directly fixed him in place. The two-foot-long blade had completely sunk into the sole of the foot and the masonry below, leaving only a short handle on the sole of the foot. His body also swung half a circle around the stationary foot due to inertia, and his miserable roar could not cover up the sound of the metacarpal bone being twisted and shattered by himself.

"You're such an ugly dancer." The man shook his head.

The man in black roared, and the serrated blade in his hand made a whistling light and threw it towards the opponent. The man just flicked his hand, and the serrated blade turned and flew out. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the serrated blade changed direction and flew directly to Xilica who was close at hand.

Xilika didn't dodge, just waved her hand. With a loud bang of 'Dang', the serrated blade slashed on his hand and then bounced off and embedded in the nearby rock wall. There was only a white mark left on his arm, which was as thick as an ordinary person's thigh.

No one paid attention to him, everyone was looking at the two people in the center.

Throwing his weapon was already the last relatively normal action of the man in black. He was shaking all over his body now, and he was still making meaningless noises from his mouth. But everyone here is familiar with it, it is the sound of a person's lungs convulsing before dying from a strange serious injury. But he doesn't have any fatal wounds on his body now. For this kind of person who has been hanging around in the killing field with his head up for so many years, a pierced foot wound is no different from a broken skin.

The man who threw the knife went straight to the man in black ~IndoMTL.com~ bent down and pulled out his own knife.

As soon as the knife left his foot, the man in black immediately fell down. It's just that his posture when he fell to the ground was very strange. Such a man who was so strong and agile just now, like a leopard, was already so weak that he looked like a cloth bag that had just been emptied. Moreover, his body kept shrinking, his skin and muscles quickly lost their luster and shape, and they sank like a leaking ball.

A low, strange hum filled the basement. The knife that had just been pulled out from the foot of the man in black had turned dark red, and the dark red on it was still flowing by itself as if alive. The man put the knife into the scabbard behind his back, and the buzzing disappeared immediately.

"A high-grade magic weapon..." Isis' voice trembling at the door.

"Is it the legendary vampire's tooth..." the old man added with a sigh, while the others couldn't even make a sound.

"How is it? Is it worth it?" The man turned his head and looked at Xilica.

Xilika's pupil has shrunk to a small black spot, which is the eyes of a beast. After a while, he uttered a word. "value."