MTL - Mercenaries and Adventurers-v4 Chapter 188 , the darkest moonless night (11)

Seeing this scene, the strong bandit leader bent his mouth downwards and spit out a word: "Trash."

He has some knowledge, knowing that most church priests in towns or out on errands will be awarded a small statue of a **** made of various materials by the church.

As long as the priest holds the statue of the god, he can easily cast a powerful impact that is difficult for ordinary people to resist, and use it to protect the priest or deter those who want to hurt the priest.

He thought that the priest didn't have that thing on him, but he didn't expect that the priest would carry this thing with him when he went out. But this thing does not seem to be something that ordinary people can resist, but if you think about it, it is not impossible to make a breakthrough.

The luminous amber metal staff in the hands of priest Batar, just this thing, the middle-aged bandit leader is eager to get it.

Because that thing looks like it can sell for a lot of money.

"Brothers, plans change. See that priest on horseback?"

The middle-aged bandit leader called for his subordinates to gather, and then said.

When he asked this question, his subordinates all nodded. Some young bandits didn't care about it, while the more knowledgeable bandits understood their leader's thoughts a little bit.

"Boss, are you going to get that priest?"

The bandit leader spit out a puff of air, and then said: "That's right, I have taken a fancy to the glowing staff in that young boy's hand, hiss—I know from experience that the price of that thing is not lower than this amount."

As he spoke, he gestured with the little finger and ring finger of his right hand.

Two fingers can also be raised specifically, at least three digits.

"Boss, twenty gold coins?"

As soon as a young man interjected, he was slapped in the head by the bandit next to him: "Idiot, it's two hundred gold coins! The good stuff that the boss can specially propose is only worth twenty gold coins? You deserve it for the poor ten or twenty years ago." live."

The young bandit who was beaten didn't care about other things. He and the other young bandits in the bandit team were dumbfounded, because 200 gold coins, let alone seen, they never dreamed of this amount of money.

After all, in their hometown, one gold coin can buy a good field, and two hundred gold coins can buy a large piece of land, which is a powerful family with dozens of people in the village. Can't farm.

Even the young bandit who was wounded in the chest by the crossbow arrow and retreated just now didn't care about his dead brother and friend. He covered the crossbow arrow pierced through his chest with his hand, and stared greedily at the bright place opposite. Batar priest who is organizing young refugees to maintain order.

People make money and birds die for food. There is no such saying in another world, but there are many similar words.

"Boss, Tata was knocked into the air just now and broke his limbs. How can we handle this?"

A confidant of the bandit leader who wields a scimitar, dragged the young bandit who had just been beaten and broken his limbs with one hand, held the handle of the scimitar at his waist with the other hand, and asked the most obvious question to the bandit leader.

The young bandit named Tata was dragged back to his rescue, crying out incessantly. This tragic scene instantly wiped out the dazed bandit who was full of gold coins.

Indeed, if they wanted to defeat the priests of the church with magical powers, they had no experience and ideas before.

Bandits generally don't attack church priests who are out on errands, because this is asking for trouble. Not to mention the miraculous abilities of the priests, just in the stories among the bandits, the gang of bandits who attacked and killed the priests of the church basically did not end well.

This is not the same as the caravans and noble carriages or knights attacking the Great Chamber of Commerce.

In the eyes of the bandits, this kind of story reveals the bizarre and strange.

In fact, we know that every priest can pray and communicate with the gods he believes in.

Even if some priests have a limited level, as long as they reach the level of priests, if they die accidentally while doing business outside, the gods will actually take care of them.

If the priest had prayed and communicated with the gods before the priest was killed, then after the priest was killed, the **** would send the power he could dispatch to completely wipe out the gang of bandits who killed the priest.

If it was a sudden death, and the gods didn't know what happened to their subordinates, they would send people to investigate and finally deploy their forces.

Unlike the aristocratic system, the church is connected as one body, and moving one end is moving the whole.

Moreover, the church is powerful and has a long history. Even if the local power is insufficient, they will write down the matter first, and they will definitely do it again later to end the matter many years ago.

These things, the current gang of bandits don't know very well, after all, this gang of bandits has not been established for many years. If it was a bandit team controlled by the Nobi-Fisbiru family, they would know that it was okay to attack and rob church priests, but they must not hurt their lives.

Turning around, facing the question from his subordinates, the middle-aged bandit leader stood in the crowd, facing the eyes of his subordinates looking forward to wealth, he rubbed his teeth, and rubbed them vigorously, making a rattling sound.

"Let me think, um, let me think."

The strong bandit leader crossed his arms and tapped his bearded chin with his right finger: "Well, I think we have to find a way to lure that priest out of the refugees. Hmph, I guess, if we go directly to attack That priest, those weak and fertile rabbits, will definitely try their best to protect that priest."

The leader shook his head sarcastically: "That's not okay. After all, those refugees are the coins we like. I feel sorry for killing one, not for their lives, but for the money that hasn't fallen into my pocket!"

When he said this, the bandits around him burst into laughter.

The atmosphere also suddenly changed from not knowing how to deal with church priests to contemptuous views on refugees, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

The bandit leader hooked his mouth, and immediately had an idea.

"Hmph, those refugees digging up the soil probably died protecting the priest, so, does that young priest dare to take risks for the lives of the refugees?"

The bandit leader waved his hand and asked several of his cronies to approach, and then began to lay out plans. Then his cronies led their own people out.

The bandit leader took the rest of the people and retreated to the woods where they came.

Of course, he didn't forget to take the injured two young bandits away.

The bandits with broken limbs and bones are not in danger of their lives for the time being, but they will cost a lot of money to find the church to cure them anonymously. After all, the bandits are not believers of various churches. If they want to treat their injuries, they have to spend a lot of extra money just like businessmen who are doing business outside.

As for the bandit who was shot in the chest and injured his lungs, he was able to move on his own and still had some strength to fight. It didn't look like anything, but it was actually very dangerous.

The bandits who often tormented the captured people knew about this. This person looked fine at this time, but if the wound was not treated, it would be life-threatening in a short time, but the injury had to be treated as soon as possible in the near future.

But these things have to be done a little later. As bandits, attacking pedestrian caravans, making money, goods and talents is their most important thing at this time.

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Priest Batar just calmed down the chaotic and crowded refugees, telling them not to crowd together and try to go as far as possible to the center of the open space.

After all, crowding together does not help at all to resist the bandits' attacks, but instead restricts the space for the refugees who dare to fight in the front row to advance and retreat.

more likely to cause casualties.

As soon as the arrangements were made here, the bandits who had previously retreated on the other side of the business road rushed out again.

"Dare to come, don't they be afraid of the strength I just showed?"

Muttering something, Priest Batar held the protective statue and the horse's reins tightly in his left hand, and held the middle part of the amber metal staff in his right hand, ready to counterattack after the bandits attacked him at any time.

He rode on horseback, and if bandits came upon him, he activated the blessed power on his amber metal staff.

This amazing weapon is a lot of fun. Enemies hit by it will be slowed down by the power inspired by ancient amber, and it also has a particularly powerful ability.

But when the priest was ready to 'fight', those bandits did not attack him. These daring guys actually formed a group of three and took out a wooden shield from nowhere. Behind the wooden shield, they crossed the trade road and attacked the young refugees on both sides of the clearing.

"Hold on! More people beat people less! Throw more stones at them!"

The priest shouted loudly, only three bandits attacked on the left and right sides of the refugee defense line, and some people hid in the shadows behind the bushes and flowers on the opposite side of the trade road.

When the robbers who launched the attack passed by the commercial road, they also picked up the burning firewood that had fallen on the ground, and immediately picked it up and threw it back into the pile of refugees.

Whoosh—

There were crossbow arrows coming from the direction of the carriage, but the bandits who knew that someone was secretly attacking with crossbow arrows had already been staring at the direction of the carriage. At this time, facing the incoming crossbow arrows, a bandit holding a wooden shield blocked the shield in front of the bandit who threw firewood and showed his figure.

Duo!

The wooden shield shook, and the crossbow shot through the ordinary wooden shield captured by the bandits in battle, and even injured the arm of the bandit who was holding the shield behind it.

"This shit-like thing can block a ¥%."

The bandit who used the shield cursed, but dared not discard the useless shield. After all, with a shield, it is only injured after being shot through, but without a shield, it is hard to say.

Minor injuries, serious injuries, or even being shot to death by unlucky luck are all possible.

Taking advantage of the time when the crossbow arrows were fired, the bandits' attack team quickly threw back the lighting firewood on the commercial road, hitting a few unlucky young people, and they were so hot that they screamed.

But when the three-person team on the left rushed to the refugees, the three bandits who had been cautious before showed their original arrogance. The confidant of the bandit leader with a scimitar smiled ferociously, and slashed at the small iron piece in the refugee's hand while waving the scimitar.

Dead people are worthless, but people whose fingers have been cut off are at least worthless, right?

With one slash, the weapon in the hand of a young refugee holding a short knife in the front row was knocked away, and then a rope loop was thrown from the hand of the robber who had handled the firewood in the three-person group.

This bandit's technique was very sophisticated, the short knife in the man's hand in front had just been knocked flying, and the rope loop directly caught the man's upper body. Then with a pull, the man was pulled out staggeringly.

The refugees were all standing close together, so one person was caught out of the team, and the other empty-handed young people immediately shot to catch him back.

But the confidant of the bandit leader who made the scimitar just grinned grinningly and raised the scimitar high in his hand, and the young people around him were frightened and put away their outstretched hands.

"Help me! Save me!"

The captured refugee was dragged to the ground by the rope. He screamed in panic, twisted his body constantly, and stretched out his legs and kicked the strong bandit beside him.

The bandit who could use the rope excitedly pulled the rope left and right, and while putting it away, he deliberately smiled and said: "What are you calling! Coins can also talk? Do you dare to talk?"

He kicked the young refugee who was dragged over in the face, and yelled, "Shut up, you! Shut up!"

But the more the bandit said this, the louder the man shouted.

"Help me! A village, come and save me! Priest! My lord priest! Come and save me!"

What they want is for this person to shout. After the three of them captured one person, they retreated directly, dragged the young refugee on the ground, pulled him with a rope, and quickly dragged him towards the dark north of the commercial road under the shield covering the three of them. away in the shadows.

As if about to fall into the abyss, the voice of the man shouting for help became louder and louder.

But what about the Batar priests?

It turned out that he was riding a horse at this moment, rushing from behind the refugee team in the front row to the right side of the open space.

Here too, under the protection of wooden shields, the three bandits rushed to the refugee's line of defense and did not launch an attack. Instead, they screamed strangely and disarmed a young refugee who dared to fight.

The rope caught the young man's arm, pulling him backwards.

A refugee grabbed a young man's foot and tried to save him, but a bandit leader's cronies who used an ax cut off the hands of a young man who was saving him.

Just like that, the young man who was dragged away was crying, and was still tightly clutching a pair of friends' hands on his feet. In the eyes of dozens of people, he was dragged into the darkness on the other side of the business road.

Priest Batar came slowly, and the three-member bandit group moved very quickly, and retreated after arresting the refugees without entanglement with the refugees in the front row. After Xueyasite shot an arrow, before he had time to aim and release the next arrow, the bandits on the left and right grabbed people and retreated into the darkness.

"Damn it!" Bloody Fang gritted his teeth and said.

"Oh no!" Priest Batar met the eyes of the panicked refugees, embarrassed and speechless. He didn't know how to speak to appease the panicked people in front of him.

Because at this moment, in the darkness across the business road, the wailing of the refugees who were captured just now came.

Those bandits showed no mercy to the captured young refugees who dared to fight.

He stretched his legs and kicked violently, and raised his hand to hit him.

Moreover, in order to make the screams of the refugees happy and loud, these guys deliberately did not hit the torso and head, but only severely beat and tortured the limbs.

Every scream of pain whipped through Priest Batar's head.

He wished he could not hear any sound at this moment, so that he could pretend that the painful wailing in the darkness opposite did not exist.

He wished he couldn't see anything at the moment, so that he could pretend that the eyes silently looking at him didn't exist.

"Hold on, hold on, everyone. Hold on, everyone! Okay? If they come again, let's back up and don't get caught. I'll beat them! Yes, I'll beat them!"

Priest Batar raised the amber metal staff in his right hand. Under the dim amber light, the frightened young refugees finally stabilized.

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"Hmph, that's what he said. Tell the front, wait a moment and catch people from the right side where they are not there. After that young idiot rushes over, retreat as soon as possible, so as not to lose. At the same time, go up to the left side, I must catch another person back."

At this moment, after the bandit leader had arranged the traps in the woods, he went to the wasteland to the north of the trade road, found a rock and climbed up. At this moment, he specially put on the colorful animal skin clothes that his subordinates wore before, and commanded in a place that was neither forward nor backward.

Beside him was a scout bandit with only a piece of cloth on his crotch. This poor guy's clothes were concealed by the bandit leader, so he had to be mostly naked at the moment, and he was not responsible for going forward to fight. Responsible for passing orders from the leader before and after running.

Without the colorful animal skin clothes that can be concealed, he can only run fast, which helps.

The naked investigative bandit was about to deliver the order, but was stopped by the leader again: "By the way, by the way, tell the front, haven't you eaten? Why can't I hear the wailing of the captured refugees? Call them Use your imagination and make some screams. Shock the idiot on the horse."

"Yes, sir. Any more?"

"No, go, my order must be communicated clearly."

"Yes, boss."

The scout bandit with only a dirty foot-binding cloth around his crotch bent down and ran forward quickly.

When he came to the place where the captured refugees were tortured, he first conveyed the last request of the leader to the two cronies of the leader.

"The leader said that he couldn't hear the wailing of these two guys at that distance! I want you to use your imagination to make these two guys scream and anger the priest on the opposite side."

Of course, he avoided the two young refugees who were howling in a low voice on the ground, and he said this to the two leaders' cronies.

The two tall and trusted leaders wearing simple leather armor looked at each other, not quite understanding what it means to use imagination. Just kidding, these rude bandits who don't know a lot of characters don't have any imagination.

If you let them imagine wealth, killing, and women, they can barely imagine it, but it makes people scream.

What should we do?

Especially if these people hit them right away, they have to keep them for money afterwards. One silver coin per person is a lot of money.

The two of them looked at the naked investigative bandit again: "What else did the boss say?"

Afterwards, the investigating bandit told them the next step that the bandit leader had given them. The two nodded, knowing what to do next.

In the continuous actions, pulling and fiddling with the opponent, so that the opponent loses the ability to judge in one thing after another. Coupled with the constant wailing here, it provoked and lured the other party to rush out of the protection of the refugee crowd and rush out to save people alone.

"So, what about your clothes? Also, let the two of them scream and use their imagination. I leave it to you. We have to prepare for the next move."

"ah?"

Investigating bandits was dumbfounded, how could this be his job?

But in the face of being tall and strong, with complete weapons and equipment, and being the second of the most powerful people in the team, apart from being able to hide and detect and run fast, he has no ability to detect bandits, so he dare not say no to these two .

He can't afford to provoke the leader, and he can't afford to provoke these two.

"I, I'll try. Scream, huh? Scream, scream."

This guy came to the side, looking at the two young refugees who were beaten up on the ground through the faint light, and felt worried.