The bandit leader covered his bleeding chest and stood up tremblingly. He didn't expect that this elf would be so powerful and could kill all the other brothers by himself. If he hadn't had the means to save his life, he would have been in the wilderness now.
The lonely soul. But this mountain
After all, the thief leader was born as a mercenary. He once fought for various countries and had many adventures as an adventurer. Although he has now become a bandit in desolation, his experience is still there. Maybe his true strength is not strong, but after experiencing
He also has methods in life and death.
No matter how powerful this elf is, he is still made of flesh and blood, and his attack just now was aimed at the elf's vitals. He was hit by a flintlock gun at close range. Even this elf should have fallen.
The bandit leader picked up his scimitar from the ground and looked in the direction of the elf. The thick fog blocked his sight. He was not sure whether the elf was dead. He might have been seriously injured or dying. He had to end this danger completely.
monster.
"Ugh!!"
Before he could take a step forward, his hands suddenly lost consciousness. His hands were obviously still holding the knife and musket tightly, but his knife was stuck in the mud at his feet, and the musket also made a sound on the ground.
.
The bandit leader lowered his head and discovered the reason:
It turned out that both of his hands had been neatly cut off.
With only half of his arms left gushing blood, the man knelt down. The heartbreaking pain made it difficult for him to speak, and he could only open his mouth to let out some meaningless shouts.
"Well played, worthy of praise."
The elf, who was still unscathed, walked out of the thick fog, and the female death god in a black cloak sneered at him.
"You can be proud if you tear my clothes."
At this time, Ming Die had already put away the two short knives and pulled out a long knife from her waist. It was this long knife that cut off the bandit leader's arms.
"You! Who are you!"
The bandit leader couldn't believe his eyes. Even though the elf was hit by a musket, she was still unharmed. It was just that there was a hole in the wide cloak.
"You are a dead person, do you need to know so much?"
After saying that, Mingdie swung the long knife in his hand and chopped off the man's head, and said in a tone of announcement: "19 (elvish language)."
Since then, a total of nineteen people in this group of bandits, including their leader, have died under Mingdie's sword.
Ming Die said to himself: "It's been a bit delayed, I have to catch up."
She closed her eyes and concentrated on sensing where the boy and the others were. She had previously placed marks on the girl and the horse by touching her body, but the boy was too cautious, and Mingdie failed to place tracking marks on him. But this was also
It doesn't matter, since they are moving together anyway, so the boy can't run away anywhere.
After a while, Mingdie determined the location of those people, but they were almost outside the forest. It would take a long time to catch up with them at Mingdie's speed. Of course, as long as there were markers, she could catch up.
Get on them.
"You've run so far, you have to hurry up." Ming Die breathed a sigh of relief and untied his waist bag. When he opened the mouth of the waist bag, a ray of light came out, and all the tableware and luggage shrouded in the light were put in.
In that little pocket.
Mingdie's waist bag is a space storage prop, and it is an extremely precious item. It is also expensive among the magic props developed in the Magic Age. What's more, the production method of this kind of space storage prop has been lost and almost never exists as private property.
.Except for powerful people like Ming Die who have the ability to equip them, only those powerful people can use them.
After recovering all the items, Mingdie set off immediately. Once she moved at full speed, she could only see black afterimages with the sound of wind, but her true body was actually farther away. Even that horse
Even if the black horse called "Lightning" had four legs, it would not be able to outrun Mingdie, who was already faster than the gale.
Therefore, the young man's previous estimate that under normal circumstances it would not take a moment and a half for Mingdie to catch up with them is correct, but this premise is "under normal circumstances"...
"Hey! Stop!"
"What's the matter? Buckshire."
These unexpected passers-by have become variables in all this.