Time: 2011-2- 14 19:08:34 Words: 3154
"So you're a businessman?”Flora asked as he looked at the perverted fatty.
"Yes, yes. Isn't there a war now? There will definitely be a price increase from the northern barbarians. I want to take this opportunity to make a fortune.”Fatty said with a fawning smile. As he spoke, he kept bowing.
"Lan, what do you think?" Flora asked.
"Take it with you for now. After the patrol ends, we'll bring it back and hand it over to the higher-ups for decision.”After saying that, Lan winked at Flora.
The patrol team set off again. The fat merchant was followed by the three rogues. Flora and Lan walked in front of the team. Flora asked softly,""What happened? What did you find?"
Lan thought for a moment and replied," Judging from the calluses on the man's fingertips, he is indeed a businessman. However, he only has calluses on the fingertips of his left hand. There are no calluses on his palm. In addition to his usual movements, it can be said that he does not have any combat ability. However, he said that he was going to the north to do business, which was not credible. First of all, the treasure chest on his back was too clean. If he came from the south, it would have been muddy after the rain the day before yesterday."Secondly, when we stopped him, he put down the treasure chest. I saw that his clothes had traces of being scratched by branches. In other words, this chest was actually taken out not long ago. So I suspect that this person is either a spy from the South or a real merchant who is being hunted down.”
"Why not a spy from the North?”Flora asked again, but he suddenly came to his senses."Alright, I've never heard of the barbarians in the north using spies. What do you think?”
"Merchant, I guess." Lan thought for a while and said," After all, he's not qualified to be a spy. I think we should bring him back and hand him over to the higher-ups."”
Flora nodded in agreement. However, in order to avoid a surprise attack (who knew who was chasing this person), she used a hand gesture to order everyone to be on guard.
This order was quite effective. Not long after, the patrol team discovered a new situation. It was not that they had encountered an attack, but they had discovered a person. This was a barbarian. His upper body was naked, and his lower body was only a pair of shorts made of animal skin. He was seriously injured and was lying on the grass, unconscious.
"It's a classic case of injury on top of injury. It seems like after a fierce battle, he was hit by a heavy weapon. Although it looks like an ordinary wound on the outside, his internal organs and muscles have suffered varying degrees of damage.”After checking, the Vanguard quickly made a judgment.
"The defeated soldiers?" Flora thought about it and made a decision.""Take him away. We can't leave him in the lurch. There's a forest not far ahead. There's a campsite there. We can try to treat him there.”
Seeing this, everyone should understand that the two people the patrol team met were actually Samsara travelers. Because the ten years were about to end, they each welcomed their own trials.
Let's talk about Fatty first. This guy could be said to be weak. In this cannibal society, the only thing he was stronger than others was money and the business connections he had obtained from long-term business. After meeting his former " boss," he began to plan to escape. First, he spent nearly half of his fortune to buy a teleportation scroll. The destination of this scroll was a city near the northern border. Then, he used the other half of his fortune to buy a space backpack commonly used by adventurers. He also bought some potions, food, and other supplies. He did not even think about weapons because based on his size and skills, he was not a match for the killers even if he used a sword.
Just like that, when the " boss " found him for the second time, he slipped away. Before he left, he even placed a corpse in his house and lit a fire. Perhaps it didn't have any effect at all, but it was also a psychological comfort. After walking out of the teleportation gate formed by magic and confirming that he had indeed arrived at the border city, Fatty did not delay. Using the excuse of crossing the border for business and the last bit of gold coins as a cover, he directly left the city gate and walked out of the border.
He didn't know if he was overthinking or if the assassin organization didn't care about him at all. Although he kept running north, no one came to kill him until he left the border and came to the Wilderness. However, Fatty didn't have any regrets. After all, he only had one life. Being too careful was better than dying.
"Uh…this person is about to die. I have a bottle of medicine here.”Just as the two Rogues were about to pick up the Barbarian, Fatty suddenly said and took out a bottle of Light Healing Potion. This potion was a common product in the continent, and most apprentice alchemists would make it. It was also very cheap, but it could save lives many times.
"As a businessman, you're actually willing to take this out?”Lan took the potion from Fatty's hand and looked at him playfully.
"Although Fatty is a businessman, he is not a profiteer. Just like what this young lady said just now, this is also a human life.”Fatty rubbed his hands and said with a flattering smile," Besides, this bottle of medicine is not worth much. It's best if it can keep this brother alive. I've done my best.”
Watching the potion being poured into the Barbarian's mouth, Fatty fantasized in his heart." I heard that Barbarians value loyalty. If I save him this time, I might be able to take in a little brother. At the very least, I can get him to recommend me to the North. Even if I can't save him, I think I'll leave a good impression on these girls by doing this. Who knows when it will be useful.”
The medicine was effective. Not long after, the Barbarian woke up with a cough. The first thing he did after waking up was to look for his weapon.
"Don't move. You're still safe now, but we can't return the weapon to you.”Flora's voice rang out." You are now at the easternmost border of the Wandering Wilderness. I don't care what's going on with you, but you must leave with us now. When we reach the campsite, we will ask about your specific situation and hand you over to our superiors. Don't try to resist or escape. In the wilderness, a barbarian was definitely not a match for the Rogue Patrol.”
The Barbarian quieted down after hearing this. Although a Barbarian would rather die than be a captive, he was not a pure Barbarian after all. In other words, he was no longer a Barbarian.
After enjoying the beauty last time, our Barbarian Kritz participated in two more battles and received a mail armor and a helmet as a reward. Perhaps his luck had run out. In the sixth battle, which was also the last battle, Kritz's troops encountered Lut Gholein's main force. The battle was very intense. The barbarians fearlessly charged at the enemies who were several times their number. However, despite their bravery, there were still people who fell under the sharp desert scimitars.
The difference in numbers was too great…
Kritz had gone crazy. He didn't know how many people had died under his sword, nor did he know how many attacks he had taken. His sword had become blunt. His attack, which could have split the enemy in half, was now stuck in the enemy's armor. His chainmail was already broken, so he could only use his flesh and blood to resist the enemy's scimitar. His throat had also become hoarse, and he was no longer able to shout out the roar that increased his strength…
Was he going to die?
Kritz thought as he raised his sword to block the scimitar that was coming at him. As he had been swinging his sword for a long time, he could have knocked his opponent's weapon away, but now he could only barely avoid being pressed down by his opponent. At this moment, another Sand Knight swung his weapon and slashed at him. From the trajectory of the scimitar, his target was his throat. Kritz raised his right leg and kicked the opponent in the stomach. He then turned around and slashed at the head of the Sand Knight, ignoring the scimitar that was coming at him.
"Pfft-"
"Pfft-"
The Desert Knight was dead. Kritz had cut off his head. Kritz was also seriously injured. The curved sword had cut into his shoulder. If it wasn't for his collarbone blocking the attack and his muscles tightening the blade, perhaps he and the Desert Knight would have ended up in the same situation.
"Pfft…"
Kritz pulled the machete from his shoulder and ignored the blood that was gushing out. He turned around and looked at the enemy who was kneeling on the ground and clutching his stomach. He raised his sword with both hands and suddenly chopped down. It was another head. This head was crushed by the others in the blink of an eye.
"God of War!"
Kritz shouted loudly. He seemed to feel that a new power had been injected into his body. Although his body was still full of wounds and his tired arms were still aching, he felt that he could still fight. He would not die before he exhausted this new power.
The battle continued, and the number of barbarians decreased. They were surrounded by the enemy, but they had consumed twice as many enemies as they did. They knew that they would die, but they still fought because they knew that fighting bravely on the battlefield and dying in the end was the highest honor of a soldier. After death, they could also enter the palace of the God of War and become heroic spirits.
"God of War!"
At this moment, the Barbarians 'shouts rang out from outside the battlefield again. Reinforcements? Yes, it was! After receiving the news that their troops were surrounded, the nearby Barbarian troops rushed over and quickly entered the battlefield. The commander of the desert army originally wanted to break through them one by one, but he did not expect Kritz's troops to be so tenacious! Now that they had been surrounded, although they still had the advantage in numbers, the only thing the commander should be thinking about was how to retreat when faced with the Barbarian army with high morale.
An hour later, the battle was over. Only half of the desert troops had successfully retreated, and the rest had been chopped into dumplings. As for Kritz's troops, including him, there were less than 50 people left, and all of them were seriously injured and could die at any time. But no matter what, the battle was over.
"Hey, do you want to be free?" At this moment, someone found Kritz and said to him.
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