Volume One, The Wizard's World Chapter Fifty-Three, Robbers
The dangers of the wilderness are not just talk, it will only become scary when you actually encounter them.
The Kingdom of Camelot has a vast territory. Although the distance between villages, towns and various levels of governance is not close, these places are protected by the lord's guard and the royal police on the secular side, and on the supernatural side there are various monasteries and judicial tribunals at all levels.
Supervision and management, so the security problem is not serious.
But places outside the gathering places of humans are lawless places that cannot be governed by order. They are collectively called wilderness.
There are all kinds of people wandering in the wilderness. These people have complex identities and different behaviors, but they have one thing in common - danger.
The danger doubles after dark.
Although the coachman was a veteran for many years, he chose a relatively safe road and was very careful. There are often caravans passing by on the road, and there are also groups of mercenaries passing by from time to time, so the level of danger is much lower.
But today seemed to be Ian's unlucky day, and they soon ran into trouble. When Ian heard the panicked voice of the coachman, he suddenly understood that Jacques Lou Sian had asked them to return with the Sentinel's Sorrow team that day.
What a considerate approach.
The small door of the carriage was pushed open, and the old coachman was waving his whip in panic, trying to make the two horses pulling the carriage run faster, because there were four bandits on horseback coming towards here in the distance, even though they were far apart.
Even from a distance, Ian could hear the excited shouts coming from their mouths.
"Damn it!"
The coachman said without looking back: "Mr. Pastor, sit still." His tone was frightened.
After that, he whipped the horse in front of him desperately. It seemed that he also understood that if he was caught, he would most likely die. There were relatively few robbers who only robbed money these days.
Unfortunately, the carriage could never outrun the cavalry. They were easily overtaken a few minutes later. Four vulgar-looking robbers surrounded the carriage and stared greedily at Ian inside the carriage.
Judging from their experience, the person on the carriage is definitely a fat sheep.
The boss-looking man wiped his bald head and waved to the shivering coachman: "I'll give you ten seconds to disappear from my sight, or I'll kill you."
In a desperate situation, he accidentally escaped with his life. How could the coachman dare to say no? He immediately jumped out of the carriage and ran towards the road. Seeing how eager he was to escape, he probably didn't care about the guy who was eating.
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Ian sat motionless in the carriage, seemingly calm, but in fact he was panicking. He had no confidence that he could escape unharmed in a one-on-one confrontation, and everyone on the other side had weapons.
"Hey, boy, come out quickly, don't hide." A robber who was near the car knocked the car down with a knife and said impatiently, "We only rob money, not people."
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll be down right away." After hearing this, Ian felt reassured. As long as he wasn't a gangster who wanted to take the money, it would be easy. So when he heard the other person's words, he immediately jumped out of the car and held up his hands.
He raised it to show that he was not carrying a weapon.
"Ah, it's Pastor Guangming, boss." The little man who had just knocked on the carriage with the back of his knife suddenly shouted and asked at a loss, "What should I do?"
"Shut up, I have eyes." The bald man cursed angrily, squinting his eyes and staring at Ian, wondering what he was thinking.
(Oops! I forgot this identity.)
Ian heard the little man call out his disguised identity, and then he remembered the danger. If he robbed ordinary people, there would be no problem. After the robbery, he could kill or let go. But if he robbed nobles and members of the Holy See, they would have to kill and silence them.
Leave no trace, otherwise they will not be able to bear the other party's revenge.
However, Ian's true and false identities have been taken up on both levels, which is really unlucky.
"Don't do anything yet. Listen to me. In fact, I am not a pastor. I am pretending to be a pastor. Please spare my life." When Ian saw the unkind look in the other person's eyes, he knew that he would really die if he didn't find a way to save himself, so he immediately tore it off.
Burkha yelled.
As soon as he threw away the burqa with both hands, he immediately raised it up again. It was as timid as it could be, and it ruined his burly body.
The bald man twitched his mouth, feeling extremely contemptuous. He swallowed patiently and said, "You said you were pretending, how are you going to prove that you didn't lie to us just to survive?"
(What the hell...how do you want me to prove it? Am I saying that I, Ian Hyde, am actually a wizard from Avon Town, pretending to be a priest in order to escape? Will I die faster?)
Only now did Ian realize how correct his father's teachings were. He should not be a noble, so why should he run away and become a wizard?
As long as he has some fighting spirit now, he is a knight's squire. Even if he is a junior knight's squire, he will not be so manipulated by five bandits; or if it is worse, he can just be a dandy and cheer him before going out.
The Awakened ones are really weak.
"I'll give you one minute. If you can't prove it, you know the consequences." The bandit leader leaned on his horse and added another sentence, looking at the anxious Ian calmly.
"I'm not a pastor, really."
"Is this your explanation? Boy." A trace of ridicule flashed in the bald man's eyes, and he said coldly.
Ian leaned against the carriage, all kinds of thoughts running through his mind, but he couldn't find a reason.
Because the robe and crown emblem that symbolize the status of a priest are all in his hands. If there is no justifiable reason, then this group of people would definitely rather kill the wrong person than let them go.
No, you have to find a way to save yourself.
Instead of racking his brains to think about resigning and gaining the trust of the other party, it would be better to fight with them. He was not completely without trump cards. In desperation, he thought of Thalia's store.
(Summoning of the Dead, exchange.)
The achievement points on the dark red obelisk instantly returned to zero, and a short spell suddenly appeared in Ian's mind, which was deeply imprinted in his memory.
"I know how to prove it. Listen and see." Ian raised his hands and began to mutter.
In the realm of the dead, the blood moon shines forever. There is a race that was born in the void, fought in chaos, and died in confusion. Those who are born good at fighting are ignorant; these immortals are neither gods nor demons. This race is also the servant of the god of death.
.Now there is a loyal believer in the God of Death. I wish to use the power of my spirit and the spirit of nature to feed my servants and call you to fight for me...
"No, this guy is a wizard, kill him."
As soon as Ian recited a few words, the bald boss noticed something was wrong. This was not Saxon. After observing the other person's expression, he immediately realized that this guy might be a legendary wizard, who was currently chanting spells and casting spells.
Rumors about wizards immediately came to his mind: Wizards may be physically fragile, but they possess powerful magic. The key to fighting them is not to allow them to cast spells.
When he thought of this, the bald man immediately threw the ax in his hand towards Ian, trying to interrupt his spell. The rest of the people had also heard the relevant legends more or less, so they naturally reacted and rushed towards Ian.
"Shut up, bastard, stop it."
Of course, Ian could not stop, as that would be tantamount to committing suicide. He had his back against the carriage and could not retreat, but his mental strength was far superior to the others, so he easily dodged the ax thrown by the bald man by turning sideways, and then concentrated on
End the spell quickly.
When he stabilized his body and faced everyone again, an armored knight appeared out of thin air between the two sides, hindering the progress of the bald man and others.
The knight's armor was rusty, with slash marks from various weapons, and looked terrible. But this just proved that this knight had experienced hundreds of battles and was extremely dangerous.
The horse under the knight's crotch was also covered in heavy armor, but from the areas not covered by the armor, you could see the white bones. When the bandits moved their eyes upward, they immediately noticed the eyes under the knight's mask.
No eyes or flesh could be seen there, only the deep eye sockets were left, with faint will-o'-wisps burning inside.
It was an undead, and everyone was shocked.
Only Ian knew that he was lucky this time, because this was a high-level skeleton knight among the skeleton undead. His combat power was off the charts, and he was more than enough to deal with a few thieves.
The sudden appearance of the strange undead brought a great visual impact to everyone. The unique coldness and silence of the undead made the bandits and their horses panic, causing them to spend a lot of effort to comfort their horses.
"Level 6 Skeleton Knight!"
Ian screamed excitedly, looked at the bald man with a proud look on his face and said, "Now I can prove that I am not a pastor of light."
The bandit leader twitched the corner of his mouth and thought, isn't this nonsense? How could a dark wizard become a light priest, so he nodded helplessly.
"Okay, the misunderstanding is resolved. Can I leave?" He pointed at the other party, and then at the sixth-level skeleton knight, meaning that if he was not released, he could try the strength of this undead.
The undead are not common in the main plane. Their images mostly appear in folklore and various fantasy novels. They are extremely terrifying and violent. In addition, human beings have an instinctive fear of unknown creatures, so the undead actually have a vicious reputation.
outer.
Although these robbers have not read books, they have heard a lot of legends. Now that they saw the undead for the first time, the fear in their hearts could not be overcome no matter how much psychological construction they did. Therefore, they quickly understood that this transaction
Most likely it won't work.
Everyone turned their attention to their boss, with their eyes more or less hoping that the boss would nod in agreement.
The bald man looked at everyone's expressions in his eyes, and then glanced at the skeleton knight who had been silent since he appeared. He was unsure. He thought for a few minutes, and finally decided to give up by riding out of the way.
Seeing this, everyone also distanced themselves from the Skeleton Knight.
"Very good, goodbye everyone." Ian smiled and nodded, raised his whip and drove away in the carriage, "Follow me, knight."
As expected, the skeleton knight obeyed his instructions and followed him away, leaving behind a group of bewildered bandits.
After a while, the little man who spoke first curled his neck and said to the bald man: "Boss, are you just going to let him go?" He looked very unwilling.
The bald man glared and cursed: "Otherwise you're going to fucking catch me up. I promise, no matter how much you rob this time, I won't take a single copper penny."