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013: Golden Wagon Chamber of Commerce

"Weird...monster! That's a monster!"

"Devil! Devil!"

The robbers were frightened. The scene before them completely subverted their cognition and caused them to panic uncontrollably.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Scar Bear knew that if he didn't do something, the team would be defeated without a fight. He quickly waved his cross sword and took the lead in charging towards Hiss. With his encouragement, the mood of the bandits was somewhat calmed down. Several bold bandits

Even keeping up with Scar Bear's pace.

But this courage did not last long.

Scar Bear, who quickly came close to Hiss, brandished his two swords and struck at him. The powerful and heavy attack had already used his maximum strength, but when he struck Heath, there was still only a "clang, clang, clang" sound.

, he is really like those invulnerable monsters, immortal and immortal.

Scar Bear took a deep breath, and at this moment he finally understood——

This is a wizard!

This is a real wizard!

At the same time, Heath also launched a counterattack against him, still a light vertical slash. Scar Bear subconsciously crossed his swords and raised them above his head to block and parry.

However, at the moment when the sword was approaching, he suddenly remembered the tragic situation of the soldier in front who was split in half. He quickly gave up the fight and retreated back. This action also saved his life at this time.

"Whoosh-ka!"

The fierce sound of breaking wind sounded, and the wind vulture passed by Scar Bear's head. The sharp sword blade lightly touched the cross sword that Scar Bear had no time to fully retreat from, but it was just this slight touch.

Then a "ka-ka" sound was heard, and the cross sword broke from the middle.

Looking at the cross sword with smooth and flat cuts, Scar Bear took a breath of air. He no longer had any fighting spirit in his heart. There was no chance of winning against such a monster.

There was a "clang" and the sound of the cross sword falling.

Scar Bear decisively threw away the broken cross sword, turned around and ran away.

Heath hurriedly chased him, but before he could take more than two steps, Scar Bear suddenly grabbed a robber and threw it towards Heath. Heath slashed out his sword and quickly cut the robber in half, but with this

In a short time, Scar Bear had already distanced himself from him.

Both of them have agility that has reached the limit of the human body, and their speed is almost the same. However, Scar Bear is far more familiar with the terrain here than Heath, an outsider, and the distance between the two of them widens very quickly when they run.

Seeing that Scar Bear was about to run into the dense forest to escape, but at this moment——

"call out!!!"

A high-pitched cry exploded, like an eagle flying high.

An invisible crescent-shaped wind blade suddenly slashed forward. The crescent moon, which was more than two meters long, flew against the grass. Suddenly, the flowers and grass on the ground were neatly cut into two, and large tracts of trivial plants sprinkled into the sky. That wind blade was unstoppable!

At the critical moment, Scar Bear seemed to sense the danger with his combat intuition and hurriedly jumped forward.

"Ah!" A scream sounded.

Although Scar Bear's timely reaction saved his life, it still did not completely avoid him. The wind blade grazed his calf bone. In the face of the power of magic, the human body was simply fragile, and only a 'click' sound was heard.

, Scar Bear’s two legs were cut off simultaneously.

"Legs...my legs..."

Scar Bear was hit hard on the grass and broke out in cold sweat from the pain. He looked at his broken legs in horror and had mixed feelings for a moment. He screamed twice in anger and fell to the ground motionless.

I don’t know life or death.

"The leader...the leader is dead! The leader is dead!"

"Run away, run away, run away!"

With the defeat of Scar Bear, the bandit team immediately collapsed, and these characters who were not heroes in the first place immediately abandoned their helmets and fled in all directions.

There is no turning back when the bow is fired. Now that they have taken action, there is no reason to let these bandits leave here.

Heath ordered sternly: "Ike, take two people and chase to the left. Sparky, take two people and chase to the right. Bell...it's time to receive the reward! Everyone rush!"

For ordinary soldiers, they were given money directly for nothing, but when they heard about the bounty, their eyes immediately lit up.

"Destroy the robbers! Destroy the robbers!"

"Make a name for yourself! Make a name for yourself!"

"Come on!"

The soldiers who had been like lambs waiting to be slaughtered suddenly rushed out of the bunker, howling like hungry wolves, and rushed towards the bandits in front of them. The identity of the prey and the hunter came to light dramatically.

A transfer.

The battle ended quickly.

The robbers were dead and injured, and a total of 18 were finally caught in front of Heath. Except for a few lucky ones who escaped, most of them were here.

"Tie them up tightly. Make two stretchers for the injured and let them carry them by themselves... Dig a hole for the bodies and arrange them before burying them. I will pray for them..."

Heath had them tied into a long string with hemp ropes and arranged for special personnel to take care of them. These were all his achievements, and of course he had to take them back. No matter how much or how little the merits were, they were all his after all.

no?

In addition, the soldiers were asked to gather all the dead soldiers and bandits into a large pit. Such a good opportunity to cultivate soul guards should not be missed.

"Okay, sir."

"grown ups."

After everything was done according to His instructions, the soldiers stood in front of His. At this time, they no longer treated His with contempt as before, but were full of admiration, awe, and worship. They looked at His as if they were in front of him.

Looking at a god... no, they were looking at a god.

For them, the real wizard is the god!

It’s not in vain that I will end up personally!

Sensing the change in the attitude of the people around him, Heath couldn't help but feel relieved. You must know that his trip was to preach the power of wizards. If he couldn't handle a few civilians, he would still want the nobles to obey him in the future.

Serving as a slave?

"grown ups!"

At this moment, Bell hurriedly walked up. This young man in his twenties was actually barely related to a nobleman. He was the illegitimate son of a nobleman.

Although his aristocratic father did not give him a surname and a good life, he allowed them to live in the manor for a few years when his mother was young and beautiful. During those years, Bell even received education and learned some etiquette.

He stood in front of Heath and bowed somewhat unfamiliarly, then pointed to a corner of the battlefield and said, "Those fellow robbers want to see you."

Heath turned his head, and there were a few ragged people tied together in the direction Bell was pointing to. It was the man who blocked their way before and was kindly taken in by Goode, who later took the opportunity to plot against Goode and kill him.

Those fellow robbers who call themselves businessmen.

"Fine!"

Heath nodded and walked over there. In fact, he also had something to talk to these people about.

Coming closer, Heath glanced forward and landed on an elderly man in his sixties with gray hair. He had chatted with them in the morning and knew that this group of people was vaguely led by this elderly man.

He first waved away Bell and the surrounding soldiers, and then said with a smile: "We meet again, President Magla."

The elder's name was Magra, and he claimed to be the president of the 'Golden Carriage' Chamber of Commerce, which was a larger chamber of commerce in Brittany.

The elder curtsied and saluted: "Master Wizard."

Heath asked jokingly: "So, what should I call you now? Businessman? Robber?"

This is what he is curious about. If you want to say that they are fellow robbers, they don't have the temperament of a robber. They were indeed businessmen during the conversation in the morning, but they chose to side with the robbers...

Magla said: "We are indeed businessmen. I told you this morning that we were robbed by bandits while we were doing business, and the bandits who robbed us were Gray Ground Scar Bears. During the conversation with you, I did not

Not lying."

Heath said: "But there is something hidden."

Magra nodded and said without blushing: "What I didn't report to you truthfully is that we were coerced by Scar Bear. He ordered us to surrender to you and find out your details before telling them."

Heath added: "And give them some help when they attack?"

Magla said: "We are being coerced."

Heath mocked sarcastically: "I think you just decided that Scar Bear would beat Goode."

After thinking about it, Heath felt that this was the reason why Magra and the others plotted against Goode... To be precise, it should be one of the reasons, right?

After a pause, he added: "To be precise, the president wants Good to die in the hands of Scar Bear, and then it will be my turn to come on stage to confirm whether I am really a wizard, so that I can make the choice later.

Do you think so?"

Yes.

After Heath revealed his identity to Magla in the morning, although the president had doubts, he did not blindly deny it.

He believes that wizards are real.

Magra was noncommittal. In his judgment, Goode would definitely lose. Even if Goode could escape personally, the destruction of the convoy without external help was a certainty. In this case, the robbers who lined up were the most appropriate ones.

of.

If Hiss is not a wizard and the convoy is destroyed, they will not die because of the robbers. If Hiss is a true wizard and the convoy survives, they will still not die.

The only thing that needs to be considered is whether the robbers who lined up to murder Goode will be liquidated by the convoy in the future.

However, Magla has already prepared for this.

His old god said: "But I am also helping everyone here confirm your identity and let them know that you are a genuine and great spell caster. And this is what you need most at the moment, isn't it?

?”

Heath was startled.

This old man...seems a little interesting...


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