In Odion Canyon, a sudden big explosion overturned the entire cave. More than 40 sand bandits and exploration team soldiers who had not had time to escape were buried by the collapsed sand.
"Damn, Lloyd, are you crazy?"
Andis pulled out the gun from his waist and pointed it at the thin man with a blank expression. His finger pressed on the trigger and trembled. Seeing his boss's actions, dozens of other bandits also pulled out their weapons and swords and pointed them at the other man.
A group of militants.
In the blink of an eye, the two gangs of militants operating in a joint operation faced off.
"My people haven't escaped yet! You just leave them in here? You damn bastard!"
"Am I crazy? No, Andis, I'm not crazy. I just don't see the slightest use of their existence. This is different from what we said at the time. What's more, my people are also inside. If those crystal creatures are allowed to escape,
Come out, we will all die here."
With many guns pointed at him, Lloyd kept a calm expression and his voice was as indifferent as a piece of ice.
"Andis, you have to live to enjoy life, right?"
"Damn it! You lunatic!"
"Don't worry, I won't miss a penny from you, just take it."
Taking the money bag thrown by Lloyd, Andis opened it and took a look. His livid face looked much better.
If it weren't for the Philos family's generosity and honesty, he would never have had any dealings with a group of cold-blooded Picheng elders.
Unlike this group of bandits who kill and sell goods, the Philos family, which believes in profit first, is the real demon that eats people without spitting out bones. Countless workers die in crystal dust every year, and their killing efficiency is higher than those who have one job but no one.
Robbery is much more stable.
"Then what do we do next?"
"You have nothing to do with me here. It was my mistake to place my hope on you. Now is the time to make up for my mistake."
"What's the meaning?"
"Take the money and leave here. You are no match for the crystal creatures. You are not just wasting your own time here."
"Damn, you're such a bastard!"
Having said this, Andis could only grit his teeth and turn away with his men. He would not go to war with the Philos family because of the death of a few of his men. You must know that the Philos family has quite a few soldiers.
After Andis left, Lloyd's deputy asked.
"Master Lloyd, are you just going to let them go? Master Leicester will bring his apprentices here soon. Keeping Andis and the others at least can attract firepower."
Lloyd shook his head.
"It is Lord Leicester's intention to expel Andis and this group of bandits. There is no point in them staying here. If they don't leave, we will have to work hard to get rid of them. It is better to let them get out early. Don't forget
At that time, the Emerald Territory will also test crystal weapons. This is a highly confidential matter and must not be leaked."
"I understand, I didn't think it through properly."
"There are only two mines that can still be used now. Our task is to guard those two mines.
After today's battle, the Shell Tribe will not attack us for at least a week. If you insist on coming here, Lord Comest, all problems will be solved."
After a brief exchange, Lloyd led the soldiers to withdraw from the canyon. There were only two natural mines leading to the underground world where hundreds of soldiers were stationed, guarding the last two passages that could launch attacks underground.
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On the other side, as the four Skalas slowly walked into the desert city built on the ruins of the old city, Lester and Syndra, who almost wrapped themselves into mummies, also arrived with difficulty.
The last city in the Dasai Desert [Zurita],
This journey cannot be said to have been without hardships, and bumps and rugged areas were unavoidable.
Syndra did not make any stupid mistakes, nor did she lose her precious wallet. Whether it was planning a trip, purchasing supplies, or dealing with others, the cautious Syndra did not make any big mistakes.
Apart from not knowing how to collect and handle trophies, Syndra is very good as a beginner, but there are still difficulties and obstacles along the way.
The most important reason is that their appearance is so outstanding that they can easily attract bees and butterflies, making the game more difficult.
It was obviously a normal conversation, but it would inexplicably attract a group of slave traders and sand bandits to launch a crazy attack. No less than three trading caravans died at the hands of Syndra, if you include the random bandits.
With the slave trade group, Syndra had at least one hundred and eighty lives on her hands during this trip, which was considered a waste of money.
After walking for such a long time, Syndra finally had a more accurate understanding of the appearance of herself and Lester, and also understood how she should deal with the malicious intent from the same kind.
Fortunately, Syndra successfully completed the mission and took Lester to Zurita without Lester taking action.
"Boss, please give me three portions of sandworm meat and two portions of Scarash milk."
After tying the four Skalas to the wooden stakes, Sindra raised her voice and commanded the hotel's desert-style waitress with great skill.
"Please wait a moment, you'll be ready soon."
Dodging the dirty hands blocking the way, the waitress quickly came to the two of them with a plate. After taking a look at the two people who were entangled themselves, the waitress understood something instantly and smiled.
"Three portions of sandworm meat, two portions of Skalaush milk, and the dishes are all ready."
"Thanks."
Just as the two were preparing to eat, a young man touched Scarash and began to untie the rope.
There is no doubt that this was yet another robbery in broad daylight.
Syndra sighed, picked up the staff and was about to stand up, but saw Lester shaking his head.
"You have done a good enough job this way, I will do the rest."
Sindra nodded and sat back again.
Picking up the copper table knife casually, Lester walked towards the wooden stake quickly and held down the Shurima youth's right hand before the thief could react.
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"What!? Ahhh!
"
Before he could react, the copper table knife pierced his palm and was nailed to the wooden stake.
"You bunch of short-sighted bandits can never clearly see the situation. You can only see the immediate benefits, but you don't know who you have provoked. Time and time again, you are like a bunch of flies, even if you swat them to death
It’s disgusting enough.”
Lester coldly pulled out the knife and thrust it into the Shurima youth's palm again, perfectly avoiding the hand bone.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The Shurima young man glanced at his friends who were surrounding him, gritted his teeth and threatened.
"Foreigner, you dare to attack me. You are dead. I will peel off your skin and make it into a lantern. I will pick off every piece of your flesh and feed it to the sand wolves. I will break every bone in your body."
…”
"Too much nonsense."
Not afraid of the four robbers who surrounded him, Lester turned around and looked at the indifferent hotel guard.
"Do you care about things here?"
Several guards glanced at it and did not respond. Instead, they took a step back to express their position.
"Haha, don't expect the guards here to help you."
Without further ado, Leicester pulled out his knife, thrust it directly into the Shurima youth's throat, and gave it a hard pick.
The neck was sliced open by a not-so-sharp blade, half of the head was drooped and the back of the head was shaking. With black and red blood spurting out, the body fell to the ground with a 'thud'.
Several young robbers were stunned for a moment, and then they roared angrily.
"This bastard killed Gold!"
"Come together! Kill him!
"
Based solely on the length of the weapons and the number of people, most people were not optimistic about Lester who took the lead.
The guests in the hotel put down their tableware and swallowed their food, watching the sudden dispute silently. In the cruel land of Shurima, there is rarely a reassuring order even in the city. Everyone can believe
Only the sword in his hand,
Either kill others, be killed by others, or betray your companions and dignity in exchange for freedom. Most of the time, there are only three ways to go.
Hotels have hotel rules, bandits have bandits' rules, warlords have warlords' rules, but the biggest rule is always in your own hands. If you can kill everyone, you are the biggest rule.
This is Shurima, a chaotic place without a unified political power.
Not caring that he had become the focus of everyone's attention, Leicester sidestepped to avoid the chop with poor technique, snatched the relatively sharp scimitar cleanly, broke the weapon holder's arm, and slashed with his backhand.
On the neck of the original owner.
A copper table knife that can hardly be called a weapon can be transformed into a deadly weapon in Lester's hands. A well-maintained iron Shurima scimitar can be directly transformed into the sickle of death in Lester's hands.
Like a piece of meat on a butcher's eucalyptus board, the scimitar in Lester's hand swung past the Shurima bandit's neck, then appeared next to another attacker in less than a second, and chopped off
Two arms, a knife stuck in the heart.
It wasn't until the second person let out a scream of pain and agony that the owner of the scimitar staggered back and fell to the ground. The blood line on his neck became deeper and deeper, and finally separated from the bones and flesh, and his head grumbled.
Blood bubbles vomited out from the ground and rolled down at his feet.
The remaining two Shurima bandits watched their companions being killed on the spot like little chickens, as if they had fallen into an ice cave. They finally realized who they had provoked.
"Quickly retreat! Run separately!"
The two turned around and ran away without hesitation, but Lester had no intention of letting them go.
Picking up the two desert scimitars again, the man threw them at the two of them casually. The flying desert scimitars had the properties of throwing weapons from the beginning of their design. At this moment, Lester made perfect use of them. The scimitars were like two new wheels.
Yue General struck back and caught up with the two of them. The blade bit into the back and penetrated the flesh and blood, taking away the life.
In the blink of an eye, there were two more fresh corpses on the ground. The strong smell of blood drifted into the hotel along with the wind mixed with sand and dust. Everyone kept their mouths shut tightly, for fear that the wrapped body would look like a mummy.
A scary man is staring at me.
After patting the dust off his body, Lester, who was not stained with blood, calmly collected the bodies of the five people and took away the valuable jewelry and silver coins.
"Will you accept these weapons and cloth?"
The owner of the hotel took the initiative to stand up and looked respectful.
"Come on, let's not talk about these cloths. These desert scimitars alone are expensive. After all, I still owe the guest twenty-five silver coins. I wonder if the guest wants money or some more food?"
The price given by the hotel owner was quite reasonable, so I felt comfortable coming here.
"I don't need the money. I'll give you a jug of good wine, a large piece of yak meat, a plate of preserved fruits, and find a few people to help me feed Scarash. These weapons will be yours."
"Okay, I will personally prepare the feed for the guest's Scarash."
Returning to the table where Syndra was sitting, Lester threw the money bag on the table, glanced coldly at the few people who were quietly observing him, startled a few of them, and finally did not dare to go any further.
look.
"As expected of a teacher, even killing someone is so beautiful."
Taking the initiative to pour a glass of wine for Lester, Sindra relaxed a lot. She knew that from now on, she no longer had to worry about these messy things, and she only needed to be an obedient and good student.
"The so-called beauty is just a narrow definition of beauty by human beings. Less flattery and more skills."
"Hehe~ Actually, I want to learn close combat from the teacher. The enemies are too weak, so just using magic is a bit boring."
Smiling and shaking his head, Lester whispered.
"Eat quickly. If you want to learn close combat, there will be plenty of opportunities for you."
The two stopped talking and quickly destroyed the newly served food.
When the owner of the hotel fed Scarash, the transaction between Lester and the hotel was settled. Syndra, who rode on Scarash, counted a dozen silver coins in the money bag and suddenly had a new idea of making money.
perception.
Not only did he not spend any money on a big meal but he also earned a lot of money. No wonder his teacher always had an endless amount of gold coins to spend.
Then the girl recalled how wasteful she was. She killed so many robbers and bandits but took nothing but money bags. She was like a prodigal woman.
Feeling a little regretful that she hadn't learned how to search for loot earlier, Syndra didn't look happy.
"Teacher, where are we going next? Are we going directly to Odeon Canyon?"
"Let's not go to Odion Canyon first. There is a secret stronghold established by the Emerald Territory in Zurita. Let's go there."
Sitting on the Skalash, Lester took out the secret map and compared it with the landmarks in Zurita to determine his location.
"Secret stronghold? What's in the stronghold?"
Syndra suddenly became curious. She had never seen the secret stronghold of the Emerald Territory before.
"Some gadgets that are still in the experimental stage can be tested in actual combat this time.
Aren’t you curious about the practical applications of the original crystal theory we study every day? You’ll understand when you see it.”
After determining the direction, Lester put away the map and headed southeast.
