The barbarian soldiers were extremely resistant to the cold. The temperature in the Kingdom of Karen was like spring to them. Therefore, the young barbarians, who were wearing light animal skin clothes, were almost "free." In addition, they were tall and had long legs. The bandits who had been fighting for a long time could not outrun them. In the blink of an eye, they caught up with them and threw them to the ground.
"Irwin! What should we do after we catch them? "
Some of the barbarian soldiers blankly pressed down on the enemy and asked Irwin for help. Irwin glanced at them and didn't say anything. He rushed over and chopped the bandit in half with his axe.
"What else can we do? Let's do it! "
The young barbarians' faces changed slightly. Some of them hesitated and did not dare to move forward. But barbarians were barbarians. They had been killing since they were young, whether it was animals or humans. For such a low-level civilization, there was not much difference between killing beasts and killing people.
They were natural warriors, and what Zodelor had done was to make them realize this.
When the weapons they wielded tore flesh and blood spilled on the snow, this group of new soldiers had taken their first step to conquer the world.
The two hundred and thirty bandits had become stray dogs. This was the biggest difference between "unorthodox" and "regular" troops. They could only fight when the wind was blowing. Once they encountered a strong enemy, their morale would collapse faster than anyone else.
No one rode a horse on the battlefield. In the snow-covered primitive forest, more than thirty veterans and fifty-four new barbarian barbarians began to chase after the bandits. For the veterans who had experienced countless battles, what they were doing was no different from "harvesting food." They were just chasing after the bandits to finish them off. But the new barbarian barbarians began to understand the meaning of "soldiers" for the first time in this baptism.
Up until now, this group of barbarian soldiers had not been doing nothing every day. Every day, Rody would take the time to brainwash and educate them on the 'soldier's code of conduct'. In Rody's eyes, the purer the soldiers were, the better. Only when a soldier realized that he was a 'killing tool' would he be able to display his greatest fighting power in a bloody battle.
And now, this kind of education was immediately effective. Faced with the defenseless enemies who had thrown away their helmets and armor, after the initial discomfort and bewilderment, these barbarians entered their 'roles' almost without any delay.
Difficult to walk on snowy ground? It could be said that the barbarian soldiers had been walking on snow-covered roads for their entire lives. At this moment, the road that was difficult for others to walk on was as easy as walking on flat ground for them.
Resistance before death? In the eyes of the powerful barbarians, the counterattacks of these bandits were no different from those of children. They could block them with a casual wave of their hands, and would often smash their chests with a kick.
Killing the first would cause their hands to tremble, and killing the second would cause their blood to boil. However, when everything began to become numb, these new soldiers would gradually begin to undergo a terrifying transformation.
The schemers behind these bandits did not know that their meticulous planning and conspiracy had inadvertently dug a bottomless pit for themselves.
*****
On the other side, Roddy, who was sprinting through the forest, had a cold expression on his face and a hint of mockery in his eyes.
At this time, the sun was high up in the sky, and the snow-covered woodland reflected a harsh light. However, this did not hinder his strong eyesight from "Acute Environment". After he was two thousand meters away from the main battlefield, he could no longer hear the roars of the barbarian soldiers in the distance. He could only hear the monotonous sound of leather boots stepping on the snow.
The grayish-brown trees and snow seemed to be endless, and the scenery was repetitive and boring. The snow on the ground was full of footprints of various beasts, but if one looked carefully, one would find that there were no human footprints at all. Roddy seemed to have lost them all the way here.
But he did not stop. Instead, he squinted his eyes, thought for a moment, and then turned and walked in another direction.
At the same time, behind a giant tree only thirty meters away from Roddy, the "Rogue" Ralph, who was holding his breath, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, he felt close to collapse, and the hand holding the dagger was stiff because of nervousness. The last time he felt like this was more than ten years ago.
Ralph, who had advanced to "Rogue" Level 6, had a secret identity. His appearance here was naturally to carry out the task of the patriarch. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any risk at all because he didn't participate in this ambush at all. From the beginning to the end, he was just a bystander hiding hundreds of meters away. At least, Ralph didn't think that he had exposed any flaws.
But the rumored "Lord of Elsen City" still rushed towards him.
He did not know how the other party found him, but he was sure that the other party was definitely not looking for him for a good reason.
So Ralph fled frantically, but no matter how he ran, the Baron followed closely behind. Even if he used skills such as "Spectral Snowsteps" to cover his tracks, it was useless!
Fortunately, after drinking a bottle of Stamina Potion and forcibly using the "Vanish" skill, the other party finally stopped and changed direction. Ralph cautiously glanced into the distance and confirmed that the other party did not find him, and his heart finally calmed down.
But before Ralph could think about what to do next, he suddenly heard a soft sound in his ear.
"Whoosh!"
He shouted in his heart and immediately dodged, but it was all too late.
"Boom!"
The tree behind him exploded on the spot under the effect of the "Explosive Arrow," and the shock wave easily sent him flying!
Ralph, who was rolling on the ground, was terrified. He endured the pain and climbed up. When he looked up, he saw Roddy in the distance, holding a bow and arrow in his hand and making a "shooting" motion.
At such a distance, Ralph could not determine the direction of the arrow, so he instinctively used the "Dodge" skill and moved his body three to four meters away, dodging the arrow in the nick of time.
That was close!
He heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and prepared to continue running, but before he could stand up, his body suddenly trembled, and he involuntarily staggered a few steps. The corner of his eye told him that the second arrow shot by Roddy was stuck in his left shoulder.
"Thief" Ralph was skilled in using a crossbow, but he had never heard of anyone who could shoot arrows at the speed of a crossbow!
What was more terrifying was that when he looked up again, Roddy had already appeared in front of him like a ghost.
What the hell is going on! How did he get here?
He wanted to pull out his dagger in shock, but after a flash of sword light, his arm was directly sent flying.
Rody's expression was cold as he followed up with a kick. However, Ralph agilely took advantage of the situation and rolled backwards. His body suddenly burst forward and ran away. He had activated his life-saving skill, 'Berserk Assault', which increased his speed by more than three times. However, just as he took two steps, the third and fourth arrows pierced through his thighs, causing him to fall to the ground.
From the beginning to the end, Ralph realized that he did not even have the chance to resist.
Ralph had once escaped from the attacks of many experts, and he was confident that he could escape unscathed even if he were to face Titus or Knight Wellington. But at this moment, the only feeling he could feel was despair!
Roddy walked towards him at an unhurried pace, which meant that he had absolute confidence in suppressing his opponent. Ralph turned around on the snowy ground and looked at Roddy's approaching figure. He knew that he had no chance to escape, so he immediately gritted his teeth, took out a potion from his collar, and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.
In just an instant, his chest that was panting violently stopped moving.
"Damn it!"
Roddy was dumbfounded, and then he cursed fiercely.
He did not expect that his opponent was a "Death Warrior"!
And this kind of behavior was definitely not that of an ordinary "Death Warrior". In order to keep a secret, they did not hesitate to use poison to commit suicide. Usually, only great nobles with deep foundations would have the capital to groom them... Roddy had crossed paths with "Death Warriors" before, but the "Seer" Sean's backing was definitely not as deep as this thief.
For a moment, Rody was full of doubts. If this was the doing of the two nobles at the banquet the day before yesterday, then everything would still make sense. However, with the sudden appearance of such a person, the truth of the matter was probably more complicated than he thought.
He sighed and did a simple check on the corpse. The truth was just as he had expected... There were no valuable clues on the body. There was no letter, no note, no origin of the weapons on the body, and all the potions were self-made. The remaining lock-picking tools and powder were unique to thieves. But the more they were so, the more Roddy frowned.
The blood from the corpse gradually dyed the snowy ground red, but Roddy did not feel the slightest joy of foiling the enemy's plot. Instead, he felt a nameless anger spreading in his heart...
Was it so difficult to do something beneficial to the country? Fighting the Orcs, fighting the Undead, capturing the traitors, and trying to save the lives of the civilians were all for the sake of the country. But in the end? These nobles were still scheming to attack the dissidents, and even set their sights on him!
"Sigh..."
Roddy felt a little dispirited. He even wanted to leave this place immediately and ignore these bullsh * t nobles who were courting death for themselves. He wanted to go far away and travel the world like Merinthra.
But after all, he was a rational person, and the negative emotions were expelled in just a moment. When his gaze fell on the corpse again, Roddy was thinking about how to find more clues.
He stood there for more than ten minutes, and then shot three Whistling Arrows in the direction of the team. Not long after, a small team found the corpse and returned to the battlefield where the main force was.
At this time, the group of bandits who attacked Roddy had been completely annihilated.
[Tips Appreciated: Liu Gengxin, Shadowless Orderless]
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