From the time Surdak took action to the end of the battle, it didn't take more than a minute.
Seeing this scene, the other two robbers turned around and ran away. They fled without any hesitation. They rushed directly along the river beach into the bushes on the shore, trying to get rid of the first group of people through the complicated terrain. It seemed that the two
The robbers were so frightened that they threw away all the cumbersome salutes they had on them along the way. Some hard leathers, marching tents, and water bags were all left on the edge of the river beach.
Of course, Surdak didn't want them to escape, even if one person escaped from the Grand Canyon.
Soon, more bandits will definitely gather here, and it is very likely that they will carry out bloody revenge on Digo Village.
The only thing that can resolve this matter is to kill all four bandits. The things that happened in the Grand Canyon cannot be spread. Even if the bandit group wants to avenge these four bandits, they don't know who to look for...
Surdak chased closely behind the two robbers. Although the strength of the two robbers was very different from Surdak, when they fled for their lives, they ran like madmen along the canyon to the southwest. Surdak
Dak felt that he was not as tired as he was when he was crossing the hilly pastures in the Warsaw plane. The two robbers in front were like animals, running to the lake in the middle of the canyon in one breath. Not only did the distance get closer, but it got closer.
Fall further and further.
The young people from Digo Village were also following closely behind Suldak, running out of breath. It was obvious that they were trying their best.
Just when Surdak felt a little exhausted, nearly thirty nodes in his body emitted the power of holy light. The power contained in these nodes took on a spiral shape in his body.
Continuously surrounding, a new force was injected into Surdak's body, and his sore and weak legs recovered in an instant. Surdak increased his pace again, and his running speed increased sharply.
Behind him, the young people from Digo Village were far away.
He was about to catch up with the two robbers in front of him. At this time, the robber with an arrow wound on his shoulder blade shouted and actually stopped on his own initiative. The robber turned around and got down from his horse. He raised the dark red scimitar above his head with both hands and faced him.
He slashed hard at Surdak who rushed forward.
In the plane of Warsaw, Suldak's targets in such chases were often evil ghosts more than three meters tall.
The robbers with their blades licking blood in front of him really did not pose any threat to Suldak. He almost subconsciously took out his iris shield and directly held the scimitar in the robber's hand. Due to the suppression of strength,
, the Iris Shield's swiping movement failed to stop, and hit the robber's face directly, immediately smashing the robber's face into pieces.
In the battle with the evil ghost, such a shield attack cannot cause any substantial damage to the evil ghost, so he will often follow up with a sword afterward. It is almost a habitual action. The Roman in Suldak's hand
The sword penetrated the robber's chest without any obstruction, and kicked the robber to the ground.
At this time, another robber had already taken the opportunity to run far ahead. If he wanted to catch up with him, he didn't know how far he would have to run.
The young people who were following behind him panted and caught up, and when they saw the robber lying in a pool of blood, when these young people faced Suldak, their faces suddenly became cautious, and when they spoke, they no longer had the same casualness as before.
, the class gap between civilians and knights was immediately reflected.
Surdak calmed his breathing, put the Iris Shield into his magic pocket, adjusted his breathing, glanced at the young man standing aside in a daze, and took big steps to continue chasing the robber who slipped through the net, the man from Digo Village.
Several young people looked at each other and could only grit their teeth and continue to follow.
The robber was probably a ranger, and his running speed was faster than that of Surdak, who was a shield warrior. Although Surdak kept chasing after him, he ran along the Grand Canyon and was unable to catch up.
Seeing the robber, Surdak regretted that he did not insist on riding a horse. If he had come on horseback, I am afraid that the robber would have been beheaded long ago.
Now, we can only hope that the second group can successfully surround them from the other side of the Grand Canyon.
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Hans felt like he was about to run out of breath, and it was like a fire was burning in his chest.
His vision was a little blurry, and there seemed to be some hallucinations in front of him. The grand canyon in front of him became a little distorted. He was like a frightened bird. Even when he saw the bushes around him, he felt that nearby villagers would emerge from them at any time and at any time.
Hans was terribly thirsty, and the hot breath coming out of his throat had a fishy, salty taste. His throat was so dry that it was almost smoking. He didn't dare to stop and take a sip of water when facing the creek so close to him. He had no physical strength.
The overdraft was serious, and the knight behind him killed three of his companions one after another and pursued him all the way, causing him to fall into despair several times.
He still clearly remembered what the old bandit had warned him. After running so hard, even drinking cold water would burst his lungs! He resisted the urge to dive into the stream, and lowered his head intently, staring at the ground beneath his feet.
I worry that once I fall, I won’t be able to get up again.
His legs had long since become numb, as if they were filled with lead. Every step he took had to rely on his own willpower.
He felt that he could still keep running. He kept hypnotizing himself, suggesting that the legs were not his, and the fear of death made his body unleash all its potential.
Sweat has soaked the linen clothes on his body, and they stick to his body. It feels like an extra layer of restraint.
He ran across the lake in the middle of the Grand Canyon in one breath, and the knight behind him was finally thrown away. He staggered and knelt on the sand beside a river, picked up some water and poured it on his face. The clear water of the stream made him energetic.
With this shock, his mind became clearer and clearer. He did not dare to take a big gulp of water. He only dared to dip his fingers in the stream water to wet his lips. He wanted to lie down on the grass by the stream and rest for a while.
Before Hans could completely relax, he saw a group of young people appearing on the slope in the distance, and they chased towards Hans.
Hans screamed strangely, got up from the grass, and continued running along the gravel beach at the edge of the river.
Until...he saw a group of young people coming towards him.
...They didn't even make any move, they just looked here in surprise.
Hans' inner persistence completely collapsed at this moment. He sat on the beach with a look of despair, waiting for the group of young people to rush up.
There were shouts of 'Catch him, don't let him escape...' from far behind.
The scimitar in his hand was deeply embedded in the sand...
Hans lay on his back on the beach with a look of despair, looking at a narrow strip of blue sky above the canyon. He felt that he had exhausted all his strength. At this time, he just wanted to close his eyes and have a good sleep, even if it was forever.