Two gangsters were sitting at the door of the Green Valley Town Hotel. Their clothes were dirty and their faces were ugly. They grabbed the grilled lamb chops and devoured them whole. They looked like hyenas, biting and chewing with their upper and lower jaws, which was rough and ugly.
There are so many bandits in the North. They live in no fixed abodes and sleep in the open air. They can only look for opportunities to rob in the wilderness. Only the leader can have a full stomach, and other miscellaneous fish also live an extremely difficult life.
The near-death hardship drives the gangsters to become extremely ferocious and vicious. They are like locusts that are not afraid of death. When they seize the opportunity, they swoop into the area and launch desperate attacks without hesitation, causing countless human tragedies.
Green Valley Town is usually a tough nut to crack for gangsters, but this time it was easy to break through with the power of the Long Legs family. They will not leave easily after they come in.
The occupied town hotel only has two floors and an interior area of about a hundred square meters.
The store door was rotten and there were fresh blood stains. A woman fell down outside the store door. She was bleeding from multiple wounds on her forehead and arms. Although she still had some breath, it was extremely weak.
There were several hacked corpses outside the hotel, all of which were innocent residents. Their blood flowed along the cracks in the stone slabs and spread to the street outside the hotel, forming a puddle.
The gangster who was guarding the door turned a blind eye to this, but instead grabbed the wine bag and drank loudly, talking endlessly.
Late at night, the noise carried far away on the wind and could be heard throughout the town.
But the town was as quiet as a dark cemetery. The gangsters existed like ghosts, and those who were still alive were hiding in their homes, not daring to come out.
The blood that had gathered solidified in the depressions on the road, and became translucent under the light of the campfire. A blast of cold air blew past, and the clots of blood broke open, and a bloody hand suddenly poked out.
The strange palm seemed to have had its skin peeled off, and it was bloody and emitting a fishy smell. It split into two in an instant, stretched out like lightning, and at the same time strangled the janitor gangster who was having fun outside the hotel.
The two gangsters were drunk and bragging to each other about their evil deeds - how many people they had killed, how many weak people they had bullied, how many villages they had destroyed, and what heinous atrocities they had committed.
They spoke in great detail, and in their words one could hear the cries of children, the screams of women, the cries of men, and countless ugly faces cheering and laughing against the background of the flames.
Bloody hands strangled the two gangsters, stuck their mouthpieces, and extracted their flesh and blood. All their words were silenced, leaving only their horrified souls struggling in pain.
Outside the bonfire at the entrance of the hotel, a black staff slowly appeared in the darkness, and then the light illuminated the necromancer in black robes.
Under the stranglehold of bloody hands, the skin and flesh of the two gangsters began to wither. Their faces quickly shriveled up, their eye sockets were sunken, and their eyeballs popped out.
The necromancer slowly stepped onto the stone steps of the hotel. He ignored the miserable situation of the gangsters, only looked down at the dying woman lying at the door, and turned around and whispered:
"This woman can still be saved."
After strangling the gangster, the two bloody hands became several times thicker. As if they had absorbed enough nutrients, they pushed hard towards the ground. The blood puddle on the ground expanded, revealing first a bloody head, followed closely by the body and complete limbs.
‘Blood Curse’.
The anger and reluctance of the wasted person merged into the remaining blood, and magic gave it the power of revenge. The formed bloody man could only exist for a few minutes. It let out a low roar and swooped into the hotel.
Several more people appeared in the darkness, and they rushed towards different targets according to Adrian's investigation. A disease priest followed behind him, checked the woman lying outside the hotel, and treated and bandaged her.
The hotel was filled with a sour smell, tables and chairs were overturned, dishes were scattered, and more than thirty gangsters occupied the place and ruined the night.
Robbery, killing, torture, carnival, this is the cycle of gangsters wherever they go. They are in a completely relaxed state and are unsuspecting.
The cursed blood man rushed into the hotel lobby with hatred, and his body immediately turned into several branches. Its arms were like tangled chains, looking for the nearest gangster to attack.
Screams echoed on the hall floor.
There are many kinds of gangsters, some are skinny and skinny like goblins, some are strong and savage like orcs, and most of them look pitiful like beggars, but in fact they are vicious and cunning and like to attack secretly.
The cursed blood man rushed in, and the groggy gangsters immediately exploded. Some were injured, some struggled, and some jumped up to look for weapons.
There were shouts and curses one after another, and everyone was alarmed one by one.
Seven or eight torches were lit in the hotel lobby, illuminating a terrifying scene. The Cursed Blood Man turned into a forked tree trunk, and multiple blood-red arms attacked at the same time.
The gangsters woke up and immediately fought back, slashing with knives and throwing torches.
Ordinary weapons are of no use, and cutting off the twisted and twisted blood arm will not prevent its subsequent attacks. However, the torch can have some deterrent effects.
More and more gangsters woke up, and the scene became more chaotic.
This group of guys is extremely experienced in fighting. They are trying to get together and counterattack at the same time. Someone is shouting loudly, asking their companions to attack together.
But Mondino, the necromancer, was already standing at the door of the hotel, and his hoarse, frosted voice sounded as he waved his staff.
"Even as a dead person, I can't stand your atrocities. Despicable people have no qualifications or in this world."
Mondino slammed the staff towards the ground, and the 'Terror Technique' was released in a 60-degree cone-shaped fan.
The clamoring gangsters seemed to have been hit hard. The attack in the middle of the night had already plunged them into chaos. The power of the arcane directly impacted their brains and destroyed their will to resist.
More than half of the gangsters are within the arcane's influence.
They suddenly let out sharp screams, and endless fear filled their hearts. The cursed bloody man in front of them suddenly became unimaginably terrifying, as if they were monsters and completely irresistible.
Run away.
Monster, the monster is coming.
We are all going to die.
The morale of the gangsters has always been high and low. The panic of one person can cause a group of people to collapse. Suddenly, more than half of the gangsters fled with their heads in their hands, while the other half refused to stay and resist, and also turned around and ran away.
Panic is always the biggest cause of death and injury.
When the gangsters freed their backs, the Cursed Blood Man could launch an attack without any hindrance. Five or six bloody arms stretched out several meters and once again strangled the enemy's throat.
The strangled gangsters were grabbed off the ground by bloody arms, twisting and struggling in mid-air. Their hands were grabbing, their legs were shaking, and they were close to death in fear and panic.
There were also many gangsters who managed to escape and left the hotel by climbing through the doors and windows. Just when they thought they would be safe if they hid in the darkness, a swishing sound like a soul chasing appeared.
Arrows shot through their backs one after another.
Half-elf archers stood on the roof of the hotel, rapidly pulling and firing their metal composite bows. Some gangsters even tried to take their belongings with them when they fled. These guys ran slowly, making them the best targets.
The half-elf archer was extremely angry at these scum. Dark vision allowed him to shoot an arrow without missing a beat, and he could shoot an arrow in almost two seconds, and it would definitely hit the target within twenty meters.
Steel arrows have extremely strong penetrating properties and are almost certain to kill unarmored personnel.
A gangster with an arrow in his vest will flop down and then twist repeatedly in severe pain until the last drop of blood is drained by the bleeding groove on the arrow shaft.
There are also armored leaders among the gangsters, and they are not bad at it. As long as their physical strength can bear it, they will wear two or three pieces of tattered armor to provide as much protection as possible.
For these bosses, it will be difficult to kill them effectively if the half-elf's steel arrows cannot hit the head accurately.
Adrian is also on the top of the building, and in his hand is a light crossbow equipped with an eccentric wheel. The firing speed is slower, but it is more accurate and more powerful.
This foldable light crossbow is very light, but it requires a ratchet and a lever to be cocked. What it shoots is not an ordinary long-rod crossbow arrow, but a slender needle-shaped arrow.
This is a murder weapon designed and manufactured by Arcee based on real-world ballistics knowledge.
The metal crossbow arm can accelerate slender arrows to more than 200 meters per second. The arrow speed is fast and accurate, and the armor-breaking ability is two or three times higher than that of ordinary long-range weapons.
One of the gangster leaders was probably wearing iron armor. He was shot twice by the half-elf archer without falling down, and was still running away. However, Adrian took aim and knocked him down with an arrow.
The half-elf cursed in a low voice for this, turned around and stared at the light crossbow and said: "This kind of arrow is too vicious and is not a weapon of justice."
"It is a righteous trial." Adrian felt happy, "Do you want to reject this powerful weapon?"
Hum..., the half-elf archer turned his head arrogantly, "I hate unjust people, and of course I will not refuse to use the most vicious means to destroy them."