Mercenaries and Adventurers

The gangsters who haven't given up at this time are all guys who are confident in their ability to run in a short time. They saw that Nekil was riding so fast at the checkpoint that they couldn't catch up. However, as soon as he got out of the checkpoint where the street road was easy to walk, and on the road outside the checkpoint where the dirt road was broken, he slowed down. They thought they could still overtake Kiel on horseback if they gave chase.

As expected, Keir gradually slowed down his riding speed.

But what they didn't know was that it wasn't that Keir couldn't ride away from here at a faster speed, but that he deliberately slowed down.

His hands were itchy, and it made him very uncomfortable to be scared away by these guys' intention to rob.

Why should he escape on horseback? Just because he carried a lot of gold coins alone? And still escape in a checkpoint town with management? If he didn't find it troublesome, he didn't wear his armor and didn't carry his usual weapon when he came here this time. He would have walked out of the north gate of the checkpoint with swaggering strides to see who dares to come and **** him! .

If he really wants to see blood, the soldiers in the checkpoint will make things difficult for him. Those soft-footed checkpoint soldiers who have never killed a person in his opinion, it is impossible to stop him who is determined to leave before they gather in a large scale. .

Thinking of this, Keir became more and more angry. He tightened his clothes and wolf fur cloak, and hung the backpack with the heavy money bag behind him on the saddle and tied it tightly. Then he took out a handful of coins from his purse and held them in his hand.

He looked around and found that although he could occasionally see traveling caravans on the road, the ones closest to him were those persistent and greedy guys following behind.

He smiled, and then flicked a silver coin with his fingers on a frozen black mud pit on the side of the road. It was black and silver, very conspicuous. Then he got off his horse and led the horse into the bushes beside the road.

However, before he turned and headed towards the wasteland, he sprinkled a few more striking copper coins where he had just dismounted. The copper-colored copper coins fell on the side of the snow-covered road, very conspicuous, and this effect was what Keir wanted.

As he walked towards the wilderness on the east side of the road, he dropped a coin every few steps and flew under his feet. Of course, the silver coins were so valuable, he was only willing to use one as bait to lure them, and the other coins used copper coins and iron coins to lure them along the way.

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Going north from Bingxunguan, along the north-south road, parallel to it is the most important river in Kendall County, the Kendall River.

After Keel left the road and walked east to the river, it didn't take long to turn over a gentle **** to prevent spring floods and step over some bushes without leaves. He soon came to the Kendall River, which is still flowing in the cold winter superior.

The river bank is open, and because there is a gentle **** obstructing it, there is no direct view of the coming and going road not far away. On the river that still flows in winter, there are many large and small pieces of scattered ice floating.

These are river ice floes that have frozen on the plains of Kendall City some distance upstream. The wide river gradually tightened after passing around the city of Kendall. The ice floes were also squeezed and broken, and drifted downstream along the rolling and collision of the gradually accelerating river.

Most of them will be piled up at the artificial water gate of Bingxunguan, and then taken away by the people on a large scale, and hidden in the ice room under the chamber of commerce with conditions, for the next year when the weather is hot, they will be used to make heat-reducing items for the rich.

Hearing the sound of these icicles rubbing and colliding, Kiel nodded in satisfaction. These complicated sounds can definitely block those screams of panic and dying.

While scattering low-value coins, he came to the bank of the river, pretending that he was in a panic and wanted to cross the fast-flowing river.

He lingered, and soon, a series of chaotic voices appeared on the gentle **** behind him.

Keir looked behind him in panic, then put the coin in his hand on the saddle, and hurriedly led the horse and fled north along the river.

In the eyes of those who were chasing after him, the other side of Kiel's horse kept dropping pieces of coins. The reflection of the coin, even from a short distance, can be seen by them.

"It's him! Can't run away! Haha!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Don't pick up the odd coins on the ground, just grab that guy, won't it be over?"

"Don't worry about me, there are so many of you, how can I get my money. It's better to pick up the scattered coins that this guy dropped along the way. Be careful, that guy got a knife from nowhere. "

"Understood, the eight of us, each of us has a guy in his hand, how can we be afraid of him alone? What a joke! He will be hacked to death as soon as we swarm up."

"Aren't the militiamen clearing up the bandits? If you hacked people to death, wouldn't you be unable to stay in the checkpoint?"

"You stupid pig! Stupid brain! That guy has so much money, everyone who works hard can get a share, and the money I get is enough for me to go home and buy a large piece of land! I can afford the two daughters of the neighbor's family. If you marry them all, it is enough to build a big house with a wall for a gentleman! The whole life is now! Come on, brothers! Only by moving goods for others can you earn food and clothing. Got it!" A young man in the lead roared, leading others to rush up first.

Kiel kept turning his head to look at them, panicking. There were many round stones rushing down from the upper reaches of the river. When he tripped over these things, Kiel fell to the ground, and the horse continued to move forward. walking.

"Hahahaha! Kill him first! Kill him first! There is a lot of money, it must be on the horse!" Someone yelled and rushed over, holding a sharp kitchen knife for cutting meat in his right hand and a self-defense knife in his left. dagger.

The others were similar, some were carrying iron-clad clubs borrowed from the thugs, some were carrying kitchen knives, some were holding a hatchet for chopping wood, some were holding daggers in both hands, and one was a My own, and one that no one else can use. Even more exaggerated, there was another guy who only held a pair of iron scissors in his hand. When he came over, the scissors opened and closed with a click, which was quite attractive.

When Keir saw this, he couldn't hold back the panicked expression on his face, he laughed out loud, pointed at the guy holding the scissors with one hand, covered his stomach with the other hand, and sat down on the ground.

The gangsters rushing over saw Kiel's ridicule and became even more angry, especially the thing that only found a handful of metal tape points from home. It was ridiculed by others when it was in the level before, and now When you get here, you, a guy who is going to die soon, even laugh at me!

This guy, his face was flushed, he didn't care about maintaining the encirclement net with the others, and rushed out quickly, holding the scissors to give the guy who laughed at him a good look!

The other gangsters didn't stop them, each clenched their weapons, and slowly surrounded and approached Kiel.

After laughing, Keel saw this guy rushing over, so he couldn't put it on anymore. He put the leather shield hanging on his waist through his left hand and pulled out his right hand from his left waist as a gift from Mr. Simmons. long knife.

Different from the machetes often used by the local people, this kind of long knife specially used to fight against human beings has a thin, long and sharp blade with a suitable weight. It is very effective against unarmored and lightly armored humanoid enemies, but against rough skin Thick beasts are not so easy to use.

Coincidentally, Keir's current opponent is a murderer who is desperate for money.

The iron scissors in the opponent's hand prove that this guy is not a professional guy who relies on force and violence to make a living. He may usually do part-time jobs in Bingxunguan to make a living. Familiar territory, robbery!

Clang!

The long knife was out of its sheath, and Kiel also turned over and got up from the ground. Looking at the guy who was not a few years older than him rushing towards him in a panic, Kiel directly raised his shield and slammed into the opponent's right arm.

Boom!

The arm was broken, and the ridiculous iron scissors whirled and flew to the side. Just as the guy was about to scream out in pain, Kiel's long knife quickly took a step back with him, and slashed at the front of the guy's neck.

Hissing blood spurted from the other party's neck, he wanted to turn around and call for help, but after the trachea in his neck was cut off, he couldn't make any sound.

As soon as he turned around, he fell limp to the ground.

The other murderers who surrounded them stopped and couldn't move anymore. Someone looked at the twitching and twisted guy on the ground, swallowed hard, his hands were shaking, and his feet were a little disobedient.

"Don't be afraid! There are too many of us, let's rush up and kill him together! That guy is an idiot, he just passed by alone, and he didn't even look at what he was." The guy in the lead encouraged the others loudly, and then everyone looked at him eagerly. Looking at the horses that stopped not far away, they knew that as long as they killed the only resister, the large sum of gold coins in the news would be theirs.

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Kiel swung the long knife in his hand a few times, feeling the handle of the knife and the change in strength when swinging it. Then he bumped the front of the leather shield with the blade of the long knife, feeling how strong the leather shield was.

In fact, it's okay, although it's not an excellent weapon and shield, but at least it's still strong, and it's more than enough to deal with a few low-level battles.

"A group of soft-legged shrimps, guys crawling on the bottom of the river. Want money? Then kill me and come and get it yourself! You're as coy as a little girl who wants to go to the barn to play with someone for the first time, are you down there? No dick? Or are your **** all in your mouth? Or on your face?" Keir insulted them with a smile.

But the guys who usually hang out in various places, the guys who are screaming and stealing, have too many words in their mouths than Keir. After Keir's insult, they opened their mouths to fight back against Keir's insult.

Hearing these swear words, Keir regretted a little, so the smile on his face disappeared, he didn't speak anymore, and rushed directly to the guy closest to the horse.

Bullying the opponent's two short daggers, Kiel directly opened the way with a long knife, forcing the opponent not to dare to take it hard, and could only retreat and dodge.

But firstly, the opponent is not a professional fighter, and secondly, this place is not flat. There are large and small round stones everywhere on the river bank.

With the frightened expression still on his face, Kiel's long knife fell down.

The man had to forcefully clamp the dagger in the cross, trying to fend off Kiel's attack.

With just a slight adjustment of the strength of his wrist, Kiel's long knife avoided the opponent's defense, turned a corner and chopped off a hand of the guy who fell to the ground.

"Ah! My hand!" The man didn't care about anything. After staring blankly at the broken arm in his hand, he immediately dropped the dagger in his hand, picked up his own broken hand, and put it on the broken arm. Trying to put the severed hand back on.

This man is really funny. He thought he was a robot, and if his hand was cut off, could he still be able to connect it on the spot?

Turn around and block with the shield, blocking a bandit hatchet rushing over. Keir's arm didn't even shake. The opponent's ax was too small, so it didn't have enough impact due to its light weight. The handle of the ax was short, so the force couldn't be multiplied.

Such a small ax only broke through the surface of the leather shield, but did not cut through the solid hardwood structure under the leather. It even got stuck between the leather and the wood of the shield, and couldn't be pushed or pulled back.

Kiel cut the guy's stomach horizontally with a long knife.

Blood gushed out along the torn clothes and belly fat all at once, and the intestines inside could be directly seen in the blood-red blood.

Kiel kicked directly on the opponent's wound. The powerful kick not only made the other party suffer, but even squeezed the other party's abdomen, kicking a section of intestine out of the stomach.

The gangsters who were about to attack Kiel were all terrified and stared at the **** scene, forgetting what they were going to do next.

But Keir didn't forget, he carefully dodged two steps, and used the guy who was lying on the ground trying to splice his severed hand as a ground obstacle, separating him from fighting with other gangsters.

The guy whose intestines were kicked out fell to the ground screaming in horror and stuffed his intestines into his stomach, but the intestines were full of blood and some fluid gushed out of his abdomen. At the same time, some intestines were cut open by a long knife. After their owners grabbed them in panic, the contents inside were squeezed out from the opening.

"Wow." Someone next to him spat out in shock, and he even saw what this guy and he ate in the morning were squeezed out along the opening in his intestines. The man vomited and fell to the ground, trying to stop the friend from holding the intestines so hard.

"Stuff it back, drink it, stuff it back and it'll be fine! It's fine! It's fine!" The man looked panic-stricken, his hands trembling from clenching his intestines tightly.

"Stop pushing hard, let go, I'm here, I'll help you get rid of your intestines. Vomit! #￥#@." Halfway through the man's words, he couldn't help but vomited directly on his friend's stomach.

Blood, intestinal juices, digesting food scraps, vomit, all alive!

"Go away, go away! Get out!" The two pushed each other, fighting for a large section of intestines outside the body.

Everyone else was dumbfounded, and so was Keir. But he realized that this was a good opportunity, so he cut off the other hand of the man on the ground with a knife first, and let him play in pain.

Kiel then rams head-on into an enemy closest to him on the side. This person uses an iron-clad stick. To be honest, this thing is the one that threatens him the most in the hands of these people, because even if he didn't dodge the other things, if he got hit on the body, it was only a minor injury, because None of these people's weapons were specifically designed to kill.

But this iron-clad stick is different. If an arm or leg touches his body, his legs and feet will be broken, or at least severely contused. He is so painful that he cannot hold things and walk. Once hit on the head, he will be knocked down in an instant. Passion is the lowest damage. If he is unlucky, the blood vessels in the head will be broken directly, and it is possible to die directly from cerebral hemorrhage.

Kiel's shield quickly hit him, and the **** immediately held both ends of the iron-clad stick in a gesture of resistance.

Boom, the two collided together. This man was not as heavy as Kiel, and he had no combat training, so he didn't know how to place his legs and feet so as not to be knocked down when resisting the impact.

So, with just one blow, Kiel knocked the man down to the ground, swung the long knife in his right hand round from behind, from bottom to top and then down, drew a circle, and split the gangster's head with one knife.

Blood and brain matter splashed, and the man rolled his eyes and twitched on the ground.

Keir didn't care about anything else, and kicked the iron-clad stick that the opponent was still holding into the distance with one kick, and then killed the next person.

As soon as the man was stared at by Keir, he turned around and ran away in fright, and dropped the sharp knife in his hand. But this man was really funny. After the sharp knife he threw out fell, it hit the stone and then flew back in a whirl, directly piercing his foot.

The man suffered from pain in his feet, and he fell directly to the ground, yelling "Don't kill him, don't kill him" and so on. His lower body seemed to be unable to use any strength, and he just crawled to the side like this.

At this time, the gathering of these gangsters gritted their teeth and stood up. He held a kitchen knife with a blade in one hand and an empty hand in the other, blocking Kiel's attack route.

Kiel had already seen that this man was the leader of the gang, but before seeing this man, he didn't make any moves. He thought that this man had some skills, and he didn't bother to attack with his men. As a result, looking at it now, with the trembling legs and feet of this man, he clenched the right hand of the kitchen knife very hard.

Keir knew that this man had no combat experience at all.

Your legs and feet are trembling, what do you use to flexibly switch to move and dodge?

Grip the weapon so hard, you overuse the muscles in your hand~www.readwn.com~ When it's time to grip the weapon, can you still grip it?

The corner of Kiel's mouth was raised, his eyes were fixed on this man, and he moved to the side of the gangster whose hands had been cut off. He didn't even look at it, and directly dropped his left arm, and the bottom edge of the leather shield hit his neck.

There was a click from the fragile neck, pulling the gangster's head to an angle that a living person could not make.

Kiel saw that the gangster leader who was confronting him on the opposite side trembled, the weapon in his hand trembled, and his legs and feet sank for a moment.

The man almost fell to the ground in fright.

Keel continued to move, sidling up behind the **** who was stuffing his friend's intestines.

"Be careful, be careful behind you." The voice was trembling and weak. If Keir hadn't concentrated his attention, he wouldn't even have heard the guy confronting him remind his companion.

The gangster who was concentrating on trying to save his friend naturally couldn't hear the faint reminder. This kind of focused person, unless you speak loudly in his ear, this person can't hear a little bit of sound at all. It's not that you can't hear it, but that you hear it, and your brain doesn't have the energy to process it.

The gangster who fell on the ground and came out of his intestines saw Kiel approaching quietly, but he didn't have the strength to remind his friend aloud, so he could only keep shaking his head, trying to raise his weak arm.

But he failed. He could only watch as Kiel pulled out the dagger from his right waist, stabbed it through the back of his friend, and the tip of the dagger protruded from his chest, killing his friend directly.

At this moment, this gangster who had no strength suddenly gained strength, and directly wanted to pounce on Kiel regardless of the blood flowing from his waist.

But Keel dodged sideways, and no longer cared about this gangster who had no physical strength other than a pounce.