The guys who played the robbers on the opposite side felt that the caravan was not large, so they wanted to use the number to crush them. As a result, they rushed into 100 yards with the shooting of the grassland elves, and then the arrows began to cause greater casualties.

This is nothing. After nearly thirty yards, the robbers facing the shotgun launched the shamans of the stone element incarnation, and were directly swept across the element incarnation by a dispersal magic circle. Although it was cool and strong, if you were not a legendary shaman who could be immune to dispersed, as long as you eat one shot to disperse, the mild one would turn back into flesh and blood, and the severe one would be kicked back to the elemental plane.

In the process of "kicking", players usually die in destruction due to various accidents. If they want to die, it is almost something that Face Emperor can do. Moreover, even if players who have gone to the elemental plane survive, it is difficult to find a way back. So if they really want to go to the elemental plane, spending a life stone to "dead" is a costly but effective method.

Before the robbers could watch silence for their shamans, just as their forwards had approached the caravan, a team of big cats suddenly rushed out from behind a carriage on the side of the road and rushed horizontally into the robbers' queue. The big cats wearing heavy plate armor and holding heavy two-handed weapons had already caused nearly 100 casualties as soon as they came into contact with the carriage. There were also mages constantly using a lot of transformations between the robbers' melee team and the short-range team.

The stone is made of mud spell, and then the long-range robbers were desperate. A large group of kittens came out of the grass. The mage behind was almost instantly harvested by various heavy throwing weapons, and the ranger's animal companions died all over the ground. Then the kittens plunged into their queue with the help of oil-padded spells at the bottom of their feet, and chopped down all the guys who still dared to resist. The next thing was to chase and kill the robbers who had almost lost the courage to resist and ran around the ground.

The melee was divided into two pieces. Although the big cats were small in number, they still divided the robbers' queues. So the grassland elves got bayonets and fought to the front row with their tall cousins. When the front row was killed, there were fifteen big cats with twenty-one big cats to stand, and it would be even less difficult next time. The big cats took their elves to harvest happily. The surrounded robbers surrendered one after another when they had no hope of breaking through. The leader of the merchant group also shouted to agree to their surrender.

When Marceau heard this, the long sword had already fallen on the neck of a dwarf. Considering that this was the employer's request, the cat turned the long sword and knocked the dwarf to the ground with the back of the knife. Together with his compatriots, he dragged dozens of robbers and walked back. There was no way. Around fifty cats chased the robbers of 300. The number of people was not enough, and many guys ran away. The ground was full of luck.

"It's really not enough to fight!"

"The boy from the Rootta family was also unlucky. The bullet passed through the leather armor in the plate armor guards. He thought the bullet would not hit anywhere, so he didn't use his two-handed sword to block it. He was stupid now."

"So, if you can block it, you have to block it. Plate armor can block bullets, but leather armor can't block it."

The big cats were huddled with their hands on the roadside, complaining that the robbers could not fight, while discussing the situation of their teammates. Marceau looked at the wounded area and found that the twenty-one big cats were still standing at this time, and there were seven wounded areas, only one of them seemed to be rescuing. Several grassland elves girls were surrounding the big man.

He threw the dwarf in his hand to the mercenaries. The cat looked over and found that it seemed that a bullet had just penetrated into the big cat's belly from the edge of the plate armor. Although the injury was a bit serious, the place where the bullet penetrated successfully avoided the deadly area. Now this guy's consciousness is still clear, but instead comforting the little girls who performed the surgery on him... they should be in danger of life.

It's really gratifying.

"Good job, kittens." The leader of the business group came over and said to Marceau and waited for the cats, "Do you have any losses?"

"Six died and eleven injured." The cat boy who led the lead said.

"I'll give you a pension when I come to Olig, and I'll go find the bishop of the Anonymous to resurrect your people." The leader of the commerce group naturally understood that it was the struggle of the kittens that allowed the big cats to crush the bandits' melee front row with great pleasure.

"Thank you, but to be honest, these guys are working very hard. We cut down more than 200 people before they dispersed their formation." The cat boy said: "Their toughness in the back row is better than their front row."

Speaking of this, the cat boy asked Marceau and everyone’s questions: “Why are you not killed by surrendering? These guys are robbers, Mr. Commander!”

"I know, but when I rejected their request, they did not detain me or kill me, but asked me to return to the merchant... I think that since they can all show their chivalrous spirit, why don't I spare their lives and let them use their work to repay the mistakes they made?" said the leader of the prairie elf merchant.

The cat boy shrugged. He didn't want to explain anything to the indigenous people. Of course, Marceau understood why these robbers had such a "knightly manners". It was just that because it was too dangerous to hurt and kill grassland elves, there would be grassland elves who could not stand the murderer and pursue the murderer thousands of miles away. If they were not against the legendary profession, there would be only one person, which would probably be enough to beat these thousands of people into fools.

But this is also good. As long as these players adhere to this style of seeking money and not losing their lives, no matter who wins, the loser has a way out. This is very important. I believe it is a good thing for everyone.

Thinking of this, Marceau quickly caught up with a dwarf who wanted to run and kicked him over: "What do you want to do?!"

"I want to go to the toilet..." The dwarf smiled and looked even worse than crying.

Are you a cat man naturally stupid? The physiological function has not been implemented yet. Now you tell me that you want to go to the bathroom. Please, we are naturally dark. Masce pulled the dwarf's ears without saying a word and threw him to the mercenaries: "Look at him."

"No problem!" The mercenaries had long complained about these guys who were licking each other's troubles, and found that this guy actually wanted to run away. The mercenaries immediately tied up the dwarf.

"Hey, buddy, let me go, I'll give the standard currency!" The dwarf was still struggling, so Marceau turned his head and glanced at the mercenaries: "What do you say?"

"We won't believe this guy, and as a mercenary, as a mercenary, if we do once, we will never have a foothold on the entire continent." The commander of the mercenary team said seriously.

Marceau grinned happily and waved goodbye to the dwarf: "Have you heard it, Mr. Dwarf, don't think about running away, go face your prison disaster obediently."

"You can't do this!" The dwarf struggled.

Then the guy was hung on the small guardrail on the back of the carriage by the mercenaries, and together with all the small races.
Chapter completed!