"Henry, didn't you get those fat sheep?"
In an open space in the forest, various kinds of tents were scattered in this hidden place. There were actually over a hundred of them. From the signs of the tents being used, this campsite had been set up for a long time. In the middle, there was a large tent that was half made of wood, just like a fixed barracks. A group of fellows dressed in messy and dirty clothes were leaning against a bonfire and chatting loudly. The one who had just spoken was a middle-aged man with a treacherous and sinister expression who stood at the edge of the campsite.
He had golden hair, but it seemed to be a little greasy because he hadn't washed it for a long time. His clothes were dirty, but he didn't seem to care about his image. For him, it didn't matter if he was clean or not. What mattered was whether he could grab more money from those caravans — and beautiful women.
His name was Rank, the leader of the Bloodhand Bandits.
At this moment, he looked at Henry who was walking over with a poker face. His tone was very unfriendly.
Several old members of the bandits around looked at the approaching figure with unkind expressions. There was deep vigilance and disgust in their eyes.
"There are two guys who are very strong. We lost."
Henry's voice was hoarse and cold. It sounded like the sound of a rusty saw. "The sneak attack basically failed. You guys can do the rest."
When he spoke, his eyes weren't looking at Rank. Although his eyes were looking at Rank, Rank couldn't see any focus and fluctuations in his gray eyes.
It was like a pool of stagnant water.
"Hmph, then it's our turn to move?
Aren't you guys very powerful every time?
This time, you met a tough guy and you can't do anything, so you throw him to us? "
Rank snorted coldly, but he didn't dare to say too much. It was just that the Bloodhand Bandits seemed to have changed its master these days, which made him very unhappy.
Since this undead assassin came, basically all the fat sheep had been snatched by them. If it weren't for this powerful skeleton who could legally live in the Empire of Saint Reims as a condition, how could Rank tolerate so many fat sheep falling into the hands of these newcomers?
But thinking of Henry's unfathomable skills and cold-blooded and cruel character, Rank couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. Even though he was the leader of the bandits who had killed nearly a hundred people, he couldn't help but feel afraid.
"Let's move before dawn. I will take my men with you."
Henry heard Rank's sarcasm. His mouth that was wrapped in linen moved slightly a few times and answered.
His head turned slightly, as if he was carefully looking at these bandits in front. However, when these people saw Henry's action, they immediately jumped up as if their butts were on fire. Especially Rank, he jumped up from the ground like a spring and shouted at the entire camp, "Prepare things. We'll start at dawn!
Hurry up! "
Looking back, Rank wiped his cold sweat and looked at Henry's figure that had gone far away. He couldn't help but feel scared.
The surrounding people also had a look of lingering fear on their faces. When they saw Harry slowly walking away, they all heaved a sigh of relief.
They knew that the body of the guy who made Henry do that last time was now gone.
He was cut into strips of meat and thrown into the woods to feed the wolves.
Rank felt humiliated. He felt that his position as the leader of the bandits was as weak as a f * cking paper!
He felt that his position as the leader of the bandits was already dead.
In the past two months, all the missions were basically solved by Henry and his men. Rank could only occasionally rob a few mercenary teams that passed by to do the mission. As a result, when he wanted to surround a mercenary team with human wave tactics, three people were killed by the other party, and the other party ran away in the end.
It's getting harder and harder to survive!
I'm the leader of the bandits, but I'm actually as timid as a mouse because of a few actions of an undead skeleton. What a joke!
But for the sake of my own life … Rank's mouth twitched. He thought that he should just lose this little bit of face.
Henry was the leader of the team he led. Strangely enough, the team was not entirely made up of undead. Most of them were decent humans. However, it was undeniable that compared to the Bandits, the difference in strength was like heaven and earth. The other party was usually cold and unsmiling, but when it came to battle, their style was ruthless, and they would use their killing moves. The style of professional killers was not something that these half-baked bandits could compare to.
Every time, the Bloody Hand Bandits basically cleaned up the leftovers after these people's sneak attacks. This time, these killers actually failed under the leadership of Henry. It seemed that they had really encountered a tough opponent.
Rank scratched his itchy scalp. After giving the order, he went back to recuperate. The entire bandits' camp gradually quieted down. The bonfire gradually went out, and the whole camp gradually melted into darkness.
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A large flock of birds suddenly flew in the forest, which made the peaceful morning suddenly tense.
The caravan camp quickly sounded the alarm to prepare for battle.
Many people suddenly opened their eyes, picked up the water bags at hand and poured it on their faces, then drank a few mouthfuls. The cool spring water quickly adjusted many people to the best state in this slightly cool early autumn morning.
Coming out of the tent, many people felt that the wounds on their backs were no longer so painful, but they still couldn't relax when they stretched their bodies. Noda appeared at the side with disheveled hair. Although he looked a little embarrassed, his eyes were unusually shining.
"Are they coming?"
Noda checked his equipment, pulled out his dagger and began to smear poison. "You cover from behind like this. It's not reliable to do what you did yesterday."
"Well, I won't force myself."
Many people rubbed their eyes and saw that the camp had been organized one after another. The mercenaries who were on duty last night more or less looked a little tired, but they still did not neglect the order issued by the new captain to prepare for battle.
Big Beard Carl looked nervous and shouted at his followers of the caravan. These followers were not like well-trained mercenaries. When the mercenaries finished checking their equipment and prepared the carriages as fortifications, some of the followers were not even fully dressed.
As for the iceberg beauty who always looked disdainful to the mercenaries, she was yawning and standing beside her father at the moment. She asked reluctantly, "Why did you get up so early?
There was such a big thing last night. What happened now? "
Big Beard Carl was also helpless. He doted on this daughter of his in every possible way, but he had also let go of her habit of being spoiled and arrogant. He found a dagger out of nowhere and handed it to his daughter. "Elena, take this. It's a life-saver!"
Because of the incident last night, Elena was still in a daze.
Last night, after witnessing the horrible state of those corpses, she did not have a good night's sleep. Now, in a half-awake state, she stretched out her hand to take the dagger. She yawned and said, "Oh, I know. Err … What?
Life-Saver? "
She only reacted halfway through her sentence. She suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at the dagger in her hand. After a while, she raised her head and looked at Carl who was looking at the front of the camp anxiously. She seemed to want to confirm again and asked, "Father, this is …?"
"If the situation is really bad, take it to save your life!" Carl turned around and said solemnly.
This sentence made Elena, who grew up in a greenhouse, feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
No matter how spoiled and cold she used to be, she was still an ordinary girl when it came to the face of life and death.
The more than 80 mercenaries in the camp were divided into two groups. One group guarded the surroundings, and the other group quickly piled up the wooden boxes from the caravan's goods in the center of the camp. It was less than two meters above the ground and about five meters in length and width. It was used as a commanding point.
After a lot of suggestions, a few big shields were added as a simple means of protection, and it became a simple suppressive point.
Many of the archers in the mercenary group who were good at archery stood on the platform and focused on the surroundings.
At this moment, many of them finally found the feeling of being a sniper.
Rubbing the handle of the crossbow that was wrapped in animal skin, many of them had a burning gaze. At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the smoke-filled battlefield. The crossbow in his hand was like the sniper rifle that had been with him for many years.
The geographical location of the caravan was not good. The surroundings were not open, and there was even a dense forest a few meters away from the edge of the camp. This was even after the mercenaries cleared the area.
This also caused the visibility to be very low. It could be said that unless the enemy approached within a hundred meters, everything within a hundred meters would basically be covered by layers of lush branches and leaves.
At this moment, a trace of white had just appeared in the dark sky, and there was still some time before sunrise. It was very dark in front of the eyes. The mercenaries were silent as if they were facing a great enemy, and everything seemed to have sunk into silence.
In the distance, there were rustling footsteps mixed with the sound of weapons clashing. It seemed that they did not hide their purpose.
Noda was sneaking around the periphery of the camp, motionless. The two swords in his hands were already out of their sheaths. Because the blades were smeared with poison, they were pitch-black and did not have the usual reflection of light.
Many people held crossbows horizontally, and their eyes were like eagles searching for the vague shadows in the forest. They licked their dry lips, swallowed their saliva, and waited quietly.
Elena's hand that was holding the short sword could not stop trembling. She was asked by Karl to hide in a tent that was protected by layers of mercenaries. At this moment, she heard the impatient footsteps not far from her, and her heart beat faster and faster.
Karl stood under the platform. His expression was much calmer than Elena's, but the constant sweat that kept coming out of his body still betrayed his extreme nervousness. He held a curved sword and a small round shield in his hand, which were borrowed from the temporary members of the mercenary group.
The forest in the distance shook.
The battle was about to start.