About twenty miles away from Hogg’s motorcade, a group of people gathered together.

These men and horses were wearing various styles of armor. Some were powerful warriors wearing fine metal armor, while others were wearing colorful and worthless clothes.

They are either carrying different weapons on their backs or holding different weapons.

Battle knives, heavy axes, great swords, daggers, bows and arrows...

The only thing in common is that each of them is holding a horse... and most of them have a strong look of greed on their faces.

If I had to give this group of people a definition...rabble.

Obviously, this is a group of robbers.

A group of powerful bandits.

In Yulan Continent, being a bandit is also risky.

Those who are too weak will be hacked to death when they go out to rob.

And those who are truly powerful don't need to be a bandit, a career with no future.

There are very few bandits with level nine strength on Yulan Continent.

With level nine strength, if you want stability, you can serve the royal families of various kingdoms. If you want status, you can go to the Territory of Chaos. If you occupy a place like the Eighteen Principalities in the Northern Territory and become the king, it is not difficult to become a grand duke.

A ninth-level strongman can do well in any situation, and it is easy to become a noble. Naturally, he will not become a robber.

Counting from the first year of the Magnolia Calendar, there are only a few "ninth-level giant thieves" clearly recorded. Among the bandits gathered here, there is not a single ninth-level strongman.

But there are still some bandits with the strength of eighth-level warriors...

On the Magnolia Continent, historically there were very few ninth-level warriors who became bandits, and they could be called giant thieves.

When an eighth-level warrior becomes a robber, he is also considered a big robber.

As for the seventh-level warrior, that is the level of the general bandit leader.

Generally, for bandits who block roads, the leader of the bandits must be at least a seventh-level warrior. If there are not even seventh-level warriors, then he will be killed by the escort.

The hundreds of bandits here are all rabble, but rabble only means that there is no unified force.

In this world, there is no unified force, which does not mean we are weak.

A seventh-level warrior whose strength exceeds that of an ordinary squad of 100 people.

An eighth-level warrior can easily defeat a squadron of three to four hundred people.

There are more than twenty seventh-level warriors in this group of bandits!

Even the three leaders are all eighth-level warriors. The rest, even if they are not sixth-level warriors, are at least fourth- and fifth-level warriors with some skills.

The three eighth-level warriors headed by them are even more famous thieves.

"Crazy man", "hyena" and "poison".

Few people know their real names, and they are usually called by their gangster names. They are the kind of time-honored thieves who have even escaped being hunted by ninth-level warriors.

For these three thieves to gather a group of subordinates here, there is naturally a "big deal", and what they are targeting is not an ordinary target.

"Master Stone Sculptor... Hog Baruch, do you think it is really necessary to deal with him in such a big way?" The "fanatic" among the three thieves shook his head.

He is a bald man and the tallest of the three thieves. He even looks naive...but in fact, how can he be a truly honest person if he can become a big thief?

To be able to escape from the capital prison of the Magnolia Empire is a sign of the madman’s wisdom.

"Nonsense." Poison's voice was hoarse, "That Hogg is nothing, he can hold up a seventh-level warrior... But are you sure that the Proulx Guild Hall did not send anyone to protect him?"

Her voice was hoarse, but just looking at her face, she turned out to be a beautiful woman in her thirties... However, her record of poisoning a small town overnight meant that none of her bandits dared to do anything to her.

A little thought.

"That's because you, a poison-playing guy, don't understand the status of a stone carving master at all. The last recognized new stone carving master was thirty-five years ago."

Hyena took over the conversation. He was the most stylish of the three, like an elegant middle-aged noble. Only his narrowed eyes revealed his cunning and coldness.

There are at most thirty in the mainland, maybe even less than this number. Even a newly minted stone carving master has a high status."

"As long as we can catch that Hogg, we will definitely make a lot of money."

"First force him to carve a statue, and then ask for a ransom from the Proulx Hall. Once the ransom is received, kill him... In this way, you will get the legacy of a master." The madman also revealed.

A happy smile, "The master's legacy, there is hope that the value will be doubled even if it is ten times greater."

"When we share the gold coins and change our appearance, we won't need to do this kind of business." Poison also showed a "gratified" smile, but it made the people around him feel chilly.

"Okay, it's almost time to set off." Looking up at the moon, the hyena said, "According to our initial plan... you should give them some 'poison' first. Remember, don't put the poison on them."

Master Hogg was killed."

"It's easy to say..." Poison's face showed what could be called a bright perverted smile, and his tongue licked his lips, "I use paralyzing poison, Master Hogg will definitely not die. I also

I want to 'taste' the taste of a master stone carver."

"That doesn't matter, but don't make him weak...his legacy is very valuable." The hyena glanced at her, and a stabbing sword was unsheathed in his palm, with a silver light.<

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"Three eighth-level warriors, twenty-six seventh-level warriors, and the rest are mainly sixth-level warriors... Judging from their attire and names, they should be bandits. But it's hard to say for sure. After all, they could be bandits.

It’s performance art.”

Lying in the carriage, Hogg watched this scene with interest, but without any pressure.

Not to mention three eighth-level warriors, even these eight-level warriors pose no threat to him.

If these robbers are all ninth-level warriors... then it is possible to force him to transform into a half-dragon and raise his fighting spirit to the level of 'half-saint'. Only in this way can it be possible to ensure that his fellow travelers are not harmed at all.

Hogg waited for more than an hour, but the bandits seemed to be standing still.

He also wondered whether these bandits were really engaging in performance art, or were they trying to suppress the hundreds of small fish and shrimps who had important goals and looked down on the caravan?

Just when Hogg was so suspicious, his nose suddenly twitched.

A strange smell in the air instantly made Hogg lose his sleep.

"Woof woof woof~"

A dog is barking...oh no, it's a wolf howling.

"The poisonous gas... has no effect on me." Hogg knew very well that even if he was not a dragon-blooded warrior, his ninth-level strength body could easily resist most poisons.

However, others may not.

For example, my wife, although her fighting spirit has reached the peak of level seven, her body is only at level three, or maybe even not yet.

It would be hard to deal with if you were really poisoned.

Hogg was so anxious that he stopped holding his hand and stretched out his right arm to "grab" in the air.

This grasp contains a certain rhythm, forming layers of strength.

The strong wind stirred up the breeze, blowing in the opposite direction of the poisonous gas.
Chapter completed!