Chapter 53, Riverside - Killing Inspired by Greed

The gangsters who haven't given up at this time are all guys who are confident in their short-term running ability. They saw that Kil's horse was riding so fast in the level that they couldn't catch up. However, as soon as he left the checkpoint where the street roads were easy to travel and reached the road outside the checkpoint where the dirt road was broken, he slowed down. They felt that if they gave chase, they could still catch up with Kiel on horseback.

As they expected, Keir gradually slowed down his riding speed.

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

His hands were a little itchy, and he was very unhappy to be scared away by these guys who were trying to rob.

Why would he want to escape on horseback? Just because he carries a lot of gold coins alone? And still escaping in a managed checkpoint town? If he hadn't found it troublesome and didn't wear his armor or bring his usual weapons when he came this time, he would have strode out of the north gate of the level with swagger to see who dared to come and snatch him! .

If it really gets bloody, the soldiers in the checkpoint will embarrass him. In his opinion, those soft-footed checkpoint soldiers who have never killed anyone can't stop him who wants to leave before they gather in large numbers. .

Thinking of this, Kil became angrier and angrier. He tightened his tight clothes and wolf fur cloak, hung the backpack containing 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 it in his hand.

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

He smiled, and then flicked a silver coin with his fingers onto a frozen black mud puddle on the roadside. The black and silver coins were very conspicuous. Then he got off his horse and led the horse into the bushes beside the road.

But before he turned towards the wasteland, he sprinkled a few more eye-catching copper coins where he had just dismounted. The copper-colored copper coins fell on the snow-covered road, which was very conspicuous. This was the effect that Keir wanted.

As he walked towards the wilderness to the east of the road, a coin would fly at his feet every few steps. Of course, since the silver coins were so valuable, he was only willing to use one as a bait to tempt them. The other coins were copper coins and iron coins used as lures along the way.

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

After Keir left the road and walked to the east side of the river, he soon climbed over a gentle slope to prevent spring floods and crossed some bushes without hanging leaves. He soon arrived at the Kendall River, which was still flowing in the cold winter. superior.

The river bank is wide, and because of a gentle slope, it is impossible to see the road not far away from here. There are many large and small pieces of ice floating on the river that still flows in winter.

These are river ice floes frozen on the plains of Kendall City some distance upstream. The wide river gradually tightens after passing near Kendall City. These ice floes were squeezed and broken, and floated downstream along the rolling and collision of the river that gradually accelerated its flow.

Most of them will be accumulated at the artificial water gate of Bingshuguan, and then they will be taken away by the people on a large scale and hidden in ice rooms under qualified chambers of commerce, so that when the weather is hot next year, they can be used to make summer cooling items for the wealthy.

Kil listened to the sound of the friction and collision of these ice crystals, and nodded with satisfaction. These complicated sounds can definitely cover up those frightened and dying screams.

While scattering low-denomination coins, he came to the river bank, pretending to be in a panic and trying to cross the fast-flowing river.

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

Kil looked behind him in panic, then put the coins in his hand on the saddle, and quickly led the horse to escape north along the river.

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

"It's him! He can't run away! Haha!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Stop picking up the scattered coins on the ground and just go grab that guy. Wouldn't that be the end of it?"

"Leave me alone, there are so many of you, how can you possibly 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 somewhere." "

"I see, there are eight of us, and everyone has a guy on their hands, how can we be afraid of him alone? It's a joke! We will chop him to death as soon as we swarm him."

"Aren't the militiamen hunting down bandits? If you kill people, won't they be unable to stay in the checkpoint any longer?"

"You stupid pig! Stupid brain! That guy has so much money. If everyone contributes a share, the money they get is enough for me to go home and buy a large piece of land! I can use the two daughters of my neighbor. It’s enough to marry them all, and build a big house with walls for a gentleman! The fight of your life is now! Come on, brothers! Only by moving goods for people can you earn enough food and clothing. If you grab this ticket, you will be able to live it for the rest of your life. Got it!" A young man in the lead yelled, and led others to rush forward.

Kil kept turning his head to look at them, panicking about the way to go. There were many round stones washed down from the upstream on the edge of the river. When he tripped over these stones, Kil fell to the ground, while 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 horses!" Someone shouted and rushed over, holding a sharp kitchen knife for cutting meat in his right hand and a self-defense knife in his left hand dagger.

The others were all similar, some were holding iron-clad sticks borrowed from the thugs, some were holding kitchen knives, some were holding a short-handled ax used for chopping firewood, and some were holding daggers in both hands, one with My own, and one that no one else can use. Even more exaggerated, there was a guy who only had a pair of iron scissors in his hand. When he came over, the scissors opened and closed with a clicking sound, which was quite attractive.

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

The gangsters who rushed over saw Kil's ridicule and became even more angry, especially the one who only found a metal-tipped thing from home. He had been laughed at by others in the level before, and now When we get here, you, a guy who is about to die soon, are actually laughing at me!

This guy's face was red from holding back. He didn't care about maintaining the siege with the others, and rushed out quickly, holding scissors to give this guy who was laughing at him a good look!

The other gangsters did not stand in the way. They each grasped their weapons and slowly surrounded Kiel.

After laughing, Kil saw this guy and rushed over. He couldn't pretend anymore. He directly put the leather shield hanging on his waist through his left hand and put it on. His right hand directly pulled out the little Mr. Simmons from his left waist and gave it to him. long knife.

Different from the machetes often used by local people, these long knives are specially used to fight against human creatures. Their blades are thin, long and sharp, and have a suitable weight. They are very effective against unarmored and lightly armored humanoid enemies, but they are not effective against rough-skinned enemies. Thick beasts are not so easy to use.

It just so happens that Kiel's current opponent is a murderer who is greedy for money and fights to the death.

The iron scissors in the opponent's hand proved that this guy was not a professional who relied on force and violence to make a living. He probably worked part-time jobs in various places in Bingxung Pass to make a living. Today, in order to get rich instantly, he chose a person he didn't want to be with. Familiar territory, robbery!

Clang!

The long sword was unsheathed, and Kil also turned over and got up from the ground. Looking at the guy who was a few years older than him and rushing towards him in a panic, Kil directly raised his shield and hit 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 in pain, Keir's long knife followed him and quickly took a step back, slashing at the front of the guy's exposed neck.

Hissing blood spurted out from the opponent'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 to the ground.

The other murderers who surrounded him stopped and could no longer walk. Someone looked at the twitching and twisted guy on the ground and swallowed hard. His hands were shaking a little and his feet were a little unruly.

"Don't be afraid! There are many of us. Let's rush up and kill him! That guy is an idiot. He went there alone without even looking at who he is." The guy in the lead encouraged the others loudly, and everyone looked at him with eager eyes. 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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Kil swung the long knife in his hand several times, feeling the feel of the handle and the changes in strength when swinging it. Then he hit 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, it's at least pretty strong, and it's more than enough to handle a few low-level battles.

"A bunch of soft-footed shrimps, guys crawling on the bottom of the river. Do you want money? Then kill me and come over and get it yourself! You act like 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 do you have dicks in your mouth? Or on your face?" Keir laughed and insulted them.

But the guys who usually hang out in various places, crowing and stealing, have many more words in their mouths than Kiel. After Kiel's insults, they spoke back to Kiel's insults.

Hearing these dirty words, Kil regretted a little, so the smile on his face disappeared, he stopped talking, and rushed directly to the guy closest to the horse.

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

But firstly, the opponent was not a professional fighter, and secondly, this place was not a flat bottom. There were large and small round stones everywhere on the river bank. The gangster who was watching Keir's dodge did not expect the situation under his feet and was tripped to the ground.

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

The man had to reluctantly hold the dagger in a cross shape and try to resist Kiel's attack.

With just a slight adjustment of the strength of his wrist, Kiel's long knife avoided the opponent's defense, turned the knife and cut off the hand of the fallen guy.

"Ah!! My hand!" This 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 broken hand, and moved it towards the broken arm. , trying to reinstall the severed hand.

This man is really funny. He thinks he is a robot. If his hand is cut off, can he still reattach it on the spot?

He turned around and blocked with his shield, blocking a bandit's hatchet that was charging towards him. Kil's arm didn't move. The opponent's ax was too small and light, so it didn't have enough impact. The ax handle was short, so the force couldn't be transmitted multiple times.

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

Keir slashed horizontally with his long knife and cut the guy's stomach horizontally.

Blood immediately poured out along the torn clothes and belly fat. In the blood-red blood, the intestines inside could be directly seen.

Keir directly kicked the opponent's wound. The powerful and heavy kick not only caused pain to the opponent, but also squeezed the opponent's abdomen and kicked out a section of intestines.

The gangsters who were about to attack Kiel were so frightened that they stared at the bloody scene, forgetting what they were going to do next.

But Kil didn't forget, he carefully dodged two steps, and used the guy lying on the ground trying to piece his severed hand together as a ground obstacle, separating him from the fight with other gangsters.

The guy whose intestines were kicked out screamed in horror and pain after falling to the ground. He was covered in blood and some liquid gushing out of his abdomen, and the contents inside were squeezed out from the breach.

"Oh." Someone next to him spat out in fear. The man threw himself to the ground while vomiting, trying to stop his friend from pushing so hard.

"It's okay! It's okay! It's okay!" The man looked panicked, his hands trembling from exertion.

"Stop trying so hard, let go, let me come, I'll help you. Oh vomit! # ￥#x-on:." Halfway through the words, the man couldn't help but vomited directly on his friend's stomach.

"Go away, go away! Get out!" The two of them pushed each other and started fighting.

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

Then, Kiel rammed head-on into an enemy closest to him from the side. This man used an iron-covered stick. To be honest, this thing was the biggest threat to him in the hands of these people, because even if he didn't dodge other things, if he got a hit on his body, it would only be a minor injury, because None of these men's weapons were specifically designed to kill people.

But this iron-clad stick was different. If his arms and legs were hit with one blow, his legs and feet would be broken. At least he would be severely bruised. He would be in so much pain that he could not pick up things or walk. Once he is hit on the head, he will be knocked down instantly. Fainting is the lowest damage. If he is unlucky, the blood vessels in his head will be directly broken, and it is possible to die from cerebral hemorrhage.

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

Boom, the two collided together. This man was not as heavy as Kil, and he had no combat training. He didn't know how to position his legs and feet to avoid being knocked down when resisting the impact.

Therefore, in just one move, Kil knocked the man to the ground. He swung the long knife in his right hand from behind, making a circle from bottom to top and then down, and split the gangster's head open with one blow.

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

Regardless of anything else, Keir kicked the iron-clad club that the opponent was still holding in his hand and kicked it away, and then killed the next person.

As soon as the man was stared at by Keir, he was so frightened that he turned around and ran away, leaving behind the meat-picking knife in his hand. But this man was really funny. After he dropped the sharp knife, it hit a rock and then spun back, piercing his feet directly.

The man's feet hurt, and he rolled directly to the ground, shouting "Don't kill him, don't kill him," etc. His lower body seemed to be unable to exert any strength, so he just crawled to the side.

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

Kil had long known that this man was the leader of this gang of gangsters, but when he saw this man before, he didn't take action. He thought this man was somewhat capable and didn't bother to attack with his men. As a result, looking at it now, I can see that this man's right hand is holding the kitchen knife very hard with his trembling legs and feet.

Kil knew that this man had no fighting experience at all.

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

By gripping the weapon hard, you overuse the muscles in your hand. When it's time to grip the weapon, can you still grip it?

The corners of Kil's mouth curled up, his eyes stared at this man, and he moved to the side of the gangster whose hands had been chopped off. Without looking, his left arm fell down, and the bottom edge of the leather shield hit his neck.

The fragile neck made a clicking sound, pulling the gangster's head to turn an angle that a living person could not achieve.

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

The man almost sat down to the ground in fright.

Kil continued to move and quietly walked behind the gangster who was stuffing his friend's intestines into his stomach.

"Be careful, be careful behind you." The voice was trembling and weak. If Kil hadn't been concentrating, he wouldn't even have heard the guy confronting him making a sound to remind his companions.

The gangster who was concentrating on trying to save his friend naturally couldn't hear this faint reminder. For such a focused person, unless you speak loudly in his ear, he won't hear a single sound at all. It’s not that you can’t hear it, it’s that once you hear it, your brain doesn’t have the energy to process it.

The gangster who fell to the ground with his intestines coming out did see Kil who was quietly approaching, but he didn't have the strength to warn his friends aloud. He could only keep shaking his head and trying to lift his weak arms.

But he failed. He could only watch helplessly as Kier pulled out the dagger from the right side of his waist and stabbed his friend in the back of the heart. The dagger tip emerged from his chest, killing his friend directly.

This time, the originally weak gangster suddenly gained strength, and regardless of the blood flowing from his waist, he immediately pounced on Keir.

But Kil stepped aside, no longer caring about this gangster who had no physical strength except for a single punch.