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Chapter 18: Arrival, gentle thief, no choice

There was no possibility of compromise or evasion. Next, under the command of the seventh-level knight, all the caravan members were quickly organized and divided into four temporary squadrons. Among them, Camaro, Grant, and Huber were among the three squadrons.

The knights each led a team, each responsible for defending one-third of the arc of the circular chariot. Moriarty and White led the remaining people as a reserve team, ready to respond to the dead or injured at any time.

At the same time, another batch of strong cargo packages was urgently unloaded from the truck to reinforce and fill the weak spots in the truck bunker. At Moriarty's suggestion, buckets of cold river water were flown from the Sandow

They were dug out of the Si River and poured on the box boards of carriages and trucks to prevent possible fire attacks by thieves. As for the mules and horses left outside the carriage house, they were all driven away one kilometer away. Since they were tame

The animals are animals, so there is no need to worry about them running away on their own. If the caravan can finally repel the thieves' attack, it can still be easily brought back.

After about an hour, the Doro caravan barely completed all the preparations that could be done. At this time, in the strong wind blowing from the north, there was suddenly a faint and chaotic sound. The sound was like

It seemed as if there was a huge millipede walking quickly on the grand stage made of sand and gravel in a lame waltz. Occasionally, there would be a few rough roars that sounded like the accompaniment of dance music, mixed in with it.

When people listen to it, they can't help but have a pricking feeling that they want to block their ears.

"Here they come!"

Standing on the roof of a large truck at the northernmost end, the Camaro had a lance in one hand and a short sword in the other, and shouted. Then, everyone's eyes turned to the north, waiting for the cruel fate to finally arrive.

About five minutes later, suddenly, a light of fire dimly lit up in the boundless darkness. It was like the eyes of a giant beast, with a faint blood color and a cold cry, ruthlessly scanning the dark night.

Everything. For some reason, when most people in the carriage saw the red light, they felt as if a blood-colored bayonet was piercing their chests invisible, making even breathing feel painful for no reason.

.

In this way, the bloody light and the bonfire of the car fort looked at each other from a distance for half a minute, motionless. And when even the wild wind was about to freeze in this suffocating confrontation, suddenly, the light flashed.

Immediately afterwards, blazing torches began to appear behind the light one after another, and they did not stop, forming a moving sea of ​​light in a surging manner, rolling towards the direction of the car fort. At the same time, greedy sounds were heard

Laughter, shouts and howls like wild beasts, along with the hundreds of firelights, quickly filled everyone's trembling vision.

"There are no less than two hundred people, but there is no sign of the ogres. It seems that they should be the vanguard of the Savage Totem. If the main force of the follow-up is considered, the enemy's total strength is likely to be close to five hundred." As a former divine crossbowman,

White's night vision was probably the strongest among everyone in the chariot, and he immediately whispered in Moriarty's ear: "We have only fifty professional soldiers here, and the combat strength comparison is close to one to ten. Even if we compare those ordinary soldiers

Taking the caravan members into account, the combat strength ratio can only be about 1 to 8 at most. Therefore, even if there is a chariot and fort to defend, and even if we have four mid-level warriors, it will be difficult for us to win."

"You mean, we should withdraw the caravan immediately and forcibly cross the river back to the south bank?" Moriartillo nodded and continued to slowly glance at the big ears that were quickly surrounding the circular car fort like a luminous tide.

Thief.

"I am your follower, so I must be responsible for your safety first." White nodded sternly, his eyes covered in the helmet revealed a light colder than the cold night: "Although I also hate retreating without a fight.

You betrayed your comrades, but your life is far more important and precious than everyone else in this caravan."

"Thank you for your hard work, White." Hearing such words from his followers for the first time, Moriarty lowered his eyelids slightly, seeming a little surprised and touched: "But if I personally want to do my best,

How about holding on here?"

"If this is the case, once the thieves complete the encirclement, the possibility of a successful breakout will be greatly reduced. And the only chance is when the chariot and fort are breached. Taking advantage of the chaos and massacre, we can look for the enemy's

The weak link is highlighted." The follower glanced at the mage, lowered his head and replied.

"Then, let's do it. At least, neither you nor I should bear the bad reputation of deserters before the position falls." Moriarty smiled softly, patted White on the shoulder, and walked towards Franklin. Then White pressed on.

Keep up.

Soon, the first big-eared barbarian panted heavily and finally stepped onto the standard charging cordon fifty meters away from the caravan camp. Behind him, hundreds of big-eared thieves continued to swarm up.

They quickly spread around the periphery of the car fort and surrounded the entire car fort into a huge "iron barrel." However, after completely completing the encirclement, the thieves did not immediately launch an attack, but all stayed in place silently.

,waiting.

"Oh, a generous stuffed meat pancake."

Smiling and looking at the "isolated" circular car fort in front of him, the barbarian Varyosha stepped forward with a chewed bitter rosewood branch in his mouth. Behind him, there were five people with unusually strong physiques.

Big-eared barbarians covered in large and obscure tattoos followed closely.

Directly in front of him, the Camaro was like a black iron pillar, staring at him coldly.

"I am Varyosha, the barbaric totem." This big-eared barbarian, who looked as thin as a tree trunk with all its branches and leaves, continued to chew the bitter and sour branches that had long lost their taste, in a kind manner as if

He spoke to the knight in a tone as if he was inviting guests to dinner.

"We are the Doro Caravan." Camaro stared at the other party closely, Guan Jia's body tensed slightly, and his tone was unusually heavy.

"I know, I know, I know you are the Doro Caravan." As if to make his voice clearer, Varyosha took out the branch from his mouth, held it in his hand, and continued: "

I also know that your chamber of commerce has already 'bought a ticket' for this transportation journey."

"Then why did you come to surround our camp?" At this time, Franklin, who also climbed on the roof of the car and came to the knight's side, asked loudly.

"Haha, good question. It's a pity that I asked the wrong person." It seemed that he was not used to his dry mouth. In just one sentence, Varyosha put the bitter and sour stick back between his teeth: "If you have a chance, you can

Ask your 'good friend' Mr. Clete from the Chamber of Commerce this question again, maybe he will give a more accurate answer. Although, I think such an opportunity may not exist anymore."

"Sure enough, they are those little people from the Mayflower!" When he heard the name Clete, Franklin's face immediately turned red, and even the muscles on his face trembled uncontrollably: "No matter how many Mayflowers there are,

Douluo is willing to pay double the reward for the barbarian totem." Suppressing the resentment in his heart, the steward still worked hard to find a peaceful way to resolve the "dispute" at hand.

"It's a pity that I'm just a soldier and have no right to accept the kindness from the Doro Chamber of Commerce. Moreover, you should know that Barbarian Totem has always been trustworthy, haha." Varyosha smiled warmly at Franklin.

, shook his head and refused: "Now, there are only two choices before you."

"Which two?" Seeing that it was no longer possible to persuade the thieves to withdraw through negotiations, the Camaro took a step forward and said coldly.

"One, surrender unconditionally, and then become a slave and be sent back to the capital to be sold. Of course, as a civilized person, I allow any of you to redeem yourself, as long as he can afford a price that matches his status; as for the other

One, you can choose to resist, but the end result is that your throats will be cut one by one and become a rare fertilizer in the wasteland. And some who are particularly lucky or have a lot of meat will be selected for our ogre children.

Let’s make a tooth sacrifice.” Varyosha slowly offered two choices.

"Being a slave in Crowroad? You will either die under the whip of the coolie camp, or be torn to pieces by wild beasts in the gladiatorial arena!" Grant said disdainfully, standing on a carriage not far to the left.

"But at least you can live for a few more days, right, dear knight?" The big-eared barbarian glanced sideways at Grant and smiled in a "friendly" manner.

"Mr. Franklin?" Taking a deep breath, the Camaro turned to look at the steward beside him.

As a proud knight, Camaro will never allow himself to degenerate into a miserable slave. However, the current top person in charge of the entire caravan is Franklin, so the final decision of war or surrender needs to be made by the steward. Even if this

It's a decision in name only.

"I, Franklin Heim, hereby represent the Doro Caravan, refuse and surrender!" Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of greedy, frightened, or unclear eyes, Manager Franklin was silent for a long time, and finally exhausted all his strength.

He spoke with vigor, word by word.

"Okay, gentlemen, I respect your choice. Then, let the battle begin."

Still looking at the people on the fortifications gently, Varyosha shrugged helplessly, turned around and walked away.

At the same time, the five barbarians following him suddenly let out a roar. Immediately afterwards, hundreds of big-eared thieves from the outside also shouted and strode out, raising their weapons, and in front of the five tall barbarians.

Under the leadership of the people, they rushed towards the circular car fort and killed them. The other half of the thieves, however, stayed quietly where they were, still tightly surrounding their prey.

"Get ready for battle!" Camaro used his arms to send the steward beside him out of the truck first, and yelled at the same time: "If you don't want to be a slave to these beasts, and don't want to be eaten alive, just fight with all your strength.

Kill!"

"kill!"

At this moment, cruel fate and horrific death became the most effective battle call. On the edge of the cliff with no retreat, everyone in the car and fort screamed desperately, trying to turn the coldness and fear in their hearts into fragile and yet fragile

A tenacious fighting spirit, fighting desperately for the slim chance of survival.

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Many book friends want maps. To be honest, art has been hovering between middle and poor since I was in school. It is a bit difficult for someone to explain it by hand. Generally speaking, the current geographical location of the mainland is in the middle of the human race, with the tower in the south.

The orcs and trainers are in the east, the elves and the undead are in the north, and the east is the wild area of ​​the desert. New settings may be added in the future. As for the demons, they are in an alien plane; the dungeons are always underground anyway.

, the location is kept secret for the time being. Elements, we’ll talk about it later.

Also, this is the first time that I have written a book about the background of Eisan, and there is nothing similar to my previous book.

Also, I can’t get the reminder ticket from Liu Jin Si Shui. At present, the writing speed can barely guarantee one update a day. After all, I have to go to work every day. When I actually write, I have to carefully consider the words and sentences and revise them repeatedly.

I'm satisfied. It's really hard to speed up.

Finally, please recommend and collect, thank you very much!


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