Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 463: Dartmaster

In the mountains, a medium-sized caravan moves slowly.

The pack horses drag the loaded wooden cart, the wooden wheels running over the dust, leaving two ruts.

The middle-aged guard named Yang Er rode on a horse, his eyes staring at the gloomy mountain forest, and his palm with a long scar subconsciously touched the hilt of the horizontal knife around his waist.

If it was a peaceful year, the caravan guards would be better off--most of the famous green forest bandits still taught the rules of the rivers and lakes.

The **** met the "hero" in the green forest, and after reporting his home, he gave him a small gift, and he was able to pass the danger of the mountain pass and protect the owner's wealth.

However, the world is difficult and chaotic, and the government is busy suppressing rebellions, and they are unable to take care of bandits in remote areas.

What's worse is that there are many disasters, floods, droughts and locusts, causing a large number of displaced people to have nowhere to go,

Some bandits took the opportunity to gather the young and strong among the refugees and gather in the mountains and forests, with great momentum.

These people are unruly.

Yang Er slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and faintly felt that the scar on the back of his hand began to tingle and tingle again.

Suddenly, the sound of grass and trees breaking and trampling sounded from the mountains on both sides, and dozens of silhouettes poured down from the mountains.

Encountered with bandits.

The stewards, grooms, and merchants in the caravan looked pale, and the two groups were fighting,

The packhorse also seemed to sense something, neighing uncomfortably.

Yang Er's expression changed suddenly, raised his fingers and blew a sharp whistle,

The other nine caravan guards immediately took off the bows and arrows behind them, their faces tightened, and they looked at the mountains and forests on both sides vigilantly.

The enemy is dark and I am clear, the bandits on the mountains on both sides can easily wipe out these unarmored guards with just a few waves of arrows,

The reason why they didn't shoot arrows may be that the other party took a fancy to the tall horses that the escorts were riding.

Yang Er stabilized his mind and shouted loudly: "It's not just who is a hero on the mountain? Down below is a performer from the Wengzhou Pingyuan Security Bureau in Lu County. Today is a precious place. I met all my friends for the first time. Brother Rong, please let me prepare for a few days, and I will bring the heavy worship to the mountain gate on another day to apologize."

A few robbers on horseback came over the mountain road ahead. The head was a short and stout man with thieves and eyes, wearing a tattered leather armor, holding a machete in his hand, his forehead was high and wide, his teeth were sparse and messy, and his blood-red eyes were like fish. protrude.

The short and stout man stared straight at Yang Er, waved his machete, spit out thick phlegm on the ground, and said fiercely: "I'm sorry, I won't eat you,

Either, drop your weapons and leave everything of value,

Either, die. "

“…”

Yang Er glanced at the caravan manager who was terrified and at a loss, and gritted his teeth secretly. The caravan was guarded by only ten of them, and the rest were plain-headed people who had never taken weapons.

There are at least thirty bandits on both sides of the mountain,

Even if you drop the weapon as the other party says, I'm afraid it will still be dead in the end.

No one made a sound, and the scene fell silent for a while,

Yang Er vaguely saw an arm hanging from the side of the horse that the short and burly man was riding.

Human, roasted arms.

The horse's hoof stepped on the ground, Yang Er clenched the handle of the horizontal knife, and several guards silently pulled the bowstring.

"Hey, you don't eat or drink for a toast."

The short and stout bandit licked his dry and cracked lips, revealing the two rows of teeth that would be corroded and blackened. He waved his machete fiercely, "Go!"

This shouting sounded like a signal, and dozens of wooden arrows with no feathers were fired from the mountains and forests.

Although the battle is scattered, it still has the lethality enough to take away lives due to the high terrain.

The wooden arrow fell with a "dong dong dong". Fortunately, the terrified caravan, groomsmen and merchants took the first step and took the opportunity to drill under the trolley.

A wave of arrow feathers came down, injuring only two or three pack horses.

Yang Er no longer hesitated, pulled the longbow to full string, and shot an arrow at the short and strong man.

Iron arrows pierce the sky with the wind,

Seeing that the arrow feathers are about to pierce through the simple leather armor worn by the opponent, penetrate the flesh and blood body, and take their lives,

Yang Er saw that the corners of the short and strong man's mouth were raised high, revealing a hideous smile.

Clusters of arrows cut through the worn leather armor, touching the skin,

There was a crashing sound of "Zheng!", and all the kinetic energy was taken away in an instant, and it fell to the ground,

As if the arrow hit not a human body, but a bronze bell.

? !

Yang Er's eyes were wide open, too late to think about why the other party could ignore the arrows,

The body has been driven by instinct, and the cold knife slaps the horse's belly, urging the horse to gallop forward,

With the momentum of a charge, the whole person slammed into the short and strong bandit. The long knife in his hand was raised high, and he was about to chop off the head of the bandit!

"Zheng!"

The sound of gold and iron interlaced sounded again, and Yang Er, who was still keeping his horse and charged forward, felt a light hand and looked back,

The blade that reflects the light is whirling in the air, and the horizontal knife forged by solid iron has been broken, and only the handle is left.

And the short and sturdy bandit, fortunately, sat on the back of the horse in a leisurely manner, reaching out and touching the neck that had just been slashed by the sharp blade.

On the dark neck that has not been cleaned for a long time, only a faint white mark is left, which disappears with a light rub.

"Hey hey."

The bandit smiled in a low voice, ignoring the screams of slaughter all around, and looked down at the roasted arm placed on the side of the horse's back, "The indestructible golden body magic that Master Bailian bestows is really good. . . .”

A few months ago, bandit Hu Wan was just a prisoner who committed a crime and was about to be exiled to the border,

A plague that ravaged the state,

He killed countless dignitaries and civilians without discrimination,

He also killed the two yamen who escorted him,

Allows him to take the opportunity to get out of the mountains and roar.

One day, two young women dressed in white dresses and fluttering were riding white horses slowly across the mountains.

As a mountain bandit, Hu Wan saw his heart-hunting and couldn't control himself,

The crowd immediately went down the mountain, intending to capture the two women.

Unexpectedly, the two women regarded the bandits as nothing, and with a wave of their long sleeves, they threw out countless golden needles, piercing the heads of the bandits who came around with evil smiles.

Just when Hu Wan thought he was going to be killed by the golden needle hidden weapon,

The other party spared his life, claiming that she was a white lotus maid, specially to save Hu Wan.

The so-called degree is to reward a volume of Dharma scriptures with pictures and texts,

According to the scriptures, as long as you practice this method, you can be invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire to be invulnerable, just like Buddhism's indestructible golden body.

And one of the main ways of practicing is cannibalism.

Oh,

Thinking of this, Hu Wan couldn't help but laugh,

The flood, drought and locust plagues all over the world have been going on for several years,

I don't know how many places the bones are exposed in the wild~IndoMTL.com~ There are no roosters in a hundred miles,

I don't know how many people live in exile, gnawing on tree bark, eating grass roots, and even selling their children to survive.

It's just cannibalism,

When Hu Wan was a refugee, he had seen it, tried it, and even tasted it carefully...

Thinks drag back to reality,

Hu Wan, who believes that his golden body is not bad, slowly raised his head and realized that, with hindsight,

The surrounding shouts and killings subsided for some time,

No more arrows will be dropped on both sides of the mountain.

On the narrow mountain road, there are only bandits holding machetes and helpless, guards, and caravans huddled under the wooden cart.

Death-like silence enveloped the mountains and forests, but in the afternoon when the sun was still high, there was an unusually cold aura spreading and spreading.

A young man in a black robe slowly walked down the mountain.