Chapter 139, The Battle Between Finley and Porlao

The members of the 'Shadow Monster Wings' thieves group quickly received some instructions. While someone was running and shrinking to bring news to the two waves of people in the narrow street, Finley 'read' from this tense atmosphere. out of the actions of these people.

"They are going to take action! Do as I say!"

Finlay shouted, not only frightening the people blocking them on both sides of the street, but even Porlau, who was sitting next to him, almost jumped up from the driver's chair.

"I, I know! Ho, ho, watch the move."

Putting aside Finley, Porlao was startled, but did not control the carriage. Instead, he took off the hand crossbow that Kiel lent him from his waist, pulled the bowstring with a slightly trembling hand, and then took the crossbow from his waist. He took out a small crossbow arrow from his crossbow bag and stuffed it into the chute in the center of the hand crossbow.

At the corner opposite the street where the carriage was located, a group of thieves who had been 'disturbed' by Finley immediately ordered several carts to rush out of the street under the command of a small leader and headed towards the carriage where the carriage was trying to exit the street. There was a heap at the entrance of the street that must be walked, and it fell down.

Completely block this place.

"Up, up, up! Come on, boss will reward you if you do a good job. Move quickly! Block this place so they can't run anywhere!"

The little leader of the thieves group, who was wearing much better clothes than the men around him, urged in a warm tone.

When he saw the borrowed trolleys blocking the road, he breathed a sigh of relief and urged his men to rush forward and catch the two strangers.

As long as he catches it, it will be a great achievement for him. When the time comes, he will receive the reward from the boss and share some of the profits with his subordinates. After all, he 'thought' of this method of blocking the road.

As for the young man who actually came up with this idea, he was sent to other parts of the town to look out.

And 'promised' future benefits.

As for whether it is really beneficial?

What are you thinking? As the leader of a gang, it's already good that he can use your methods. You are a young pickpocket. Don't think that you can climb up easily if you switch to a job of surveillance and investigation. If he wants to rise to the top, he must at least raise himself to a level first, so that the people below him can have the possibility of rising to the top.

But this little leader had a beautiful idea. It seemed that with the advantage of many people, they could easily complete the tasks assigned by the boss of the thieves group.

Little did they know, this group of people had mistaken the identity of their opponent from the very beginning.

The group of people who came to steal things were not at all high-level players who also made a living by stealing things, that is, the thieves guild. They are a group of guys who rely on force to survive.

Both the two people outside the town and Finley guarding the carriage here are armed town guards who have been trained by Knight Crow for many years.

The prosperous and peaceful life in Kendall City was created by these guys killing people with one sword after another.

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call out--

The sound of the short flying crossbow arrows was like a whistle that was only half-sounded. I don't know what Porlao failed to do well. The originally silent hand crossbow shot made it extra loud.

But it also has unexpected effects.

Several low-level members of the thieves group who heard the instructions from the little leader jumped over the cart and rushed towards the carriage. They had just taken two steps. The fastest person in front fell to the ground sideways, and what followed shocked everyone. A dismal hiss.

Although Strange Wind Town is a small place, and crossbows are not commonly used weapons by people in the Western Province, every local in Strange Wind Town present is very familiar with the flying sound of crossbow arrows when shooting.

That was the sound of several tall arrow towers guarding the town shooting at the harpies from the air.

Even the flying monsters that make people laugh at them are no better than lambs under the fire of ballistae.

Not to mention some crossbow arrows that were shot high but missed. When they flew into the air and then fell, they penetrated the roofs of the buildings of residents and chambers of commerce, directly killing their own people. This happened every time they defended against monster attacks.

The people in the town love and hate the weapons on the arrow tower, which makes them particularly sensitive to the sound of crossbow arrows.

At the same time, a sentence came from the carriage: "The crossbow arrows are poisonous, come and have a taste."

This man fell down. Although he was not seriously injured, he held the crossbow arrow in his abdomen and climbed back quickly as if he had seen a ghost. The others moved even faster, instead of running toward the carriage, they jumped back behind the cart in three or two steps.

This unbearable scene made the little leader who was commanding completely lose his expression. He pushed a retreating subordinate with his hand: "What are you doing? What are you doing? Come on! There is only one person there, and he only has a crossbow in his hand. Take advantage of this opportunity." Can't we just go up and knock him down while he's reloading?"

But the subordinate looked embarrassed and said to the little leader: "Boss, you take the lead. If you take the lead, everyone will join."

Someone next to me said, "Yes, if you take the lead, we will follow."

"Besides, the crossbow arrows are poisonous!"

How can you take the lead in this matter? Isn't that just like the guy on the ground who had an arrow in his abdomen? It's still unclear whether he can survive. As members of the thieves' guild themselves, they have long heard from their elder brother how the weapons are poisoned and medicated within the thieves' guild. Not to mention such a serious arrow in the abdomen, they have to be careful even if they are scratched by a knife. , is the knife coated with snake venom?

You only have one life, and you can't just throw it away here.

"That's it." He glanced at the man on the carriage not far away from the cart. The man slowly loaded another crossbow arrow into his small crossbow.

And after loading it, he lifted it up and faced this way from a distance.

Wherever the crossbow is pointed, where are the thieves? No, the lower-level members shrink back and hide themselves behind the wooden frame structure of the cart, trying to let these hollow wooden frames resist.

"Gu Long." The little leader also shrank, he swallowed, and then said to the people around him: "This way, everyone will come together, and I will rush with you. This time I promise to take down that person and make a contribution! How about this? ?”

"Okay, just listen to the boss."

Someone responded.

"Yes, yes, that's it. You go up with everyone, so that the brothers dare to rush."

"Okay, let me count to three."

The little boss took a breath: "One."

All the men became nervous, and the surrounding atmosphere changed, making the crossbow in the hand of Porlao on the carriage tremble slightly. He quickly grasped the wrist of his right hand with his left hand and took a deep breath.

"two."

Some low-level members of the thieves group looked around suspiciously at their associates, and more people were secretly staring at the leader of the group.

"three!"

This shout was loud, but what was embarrassing was that no one took out the trolley and rushed forward after the words were spoken.

The little boss didn't rush, and the other thieves group's minions, oh no, the lower-level members didn't rush either.

Everyone was staring at the little boss, and this guy's face instantly turned red, with a tendency to turn from red to deep red.

"Well!"

He was about to say something, but when he looked around, everyone was staring at him, so he finally said nothing.

But then someone screamed: "Look, there's another guy, he's crazy, he's killing our people!"

A young man who didn't have that much on his mind caught a glimpse of another battle at the end of this narrow street and was immediately stunned.

Others looked around when they heard the sound, and the dagger in someone's hand was frightened and fell to the ground.

Seeing the appearance of this group of people, Porlau, who had been keeping a close eye on them, also wanted to look back to see what happened to Finley, but there was only a faint wailing behind him, and then the wailing disappeared.

He also swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his teeth chattering slightly in his mouth.

Fortunately, the person opposite could not see this subtle move, otherwise it would be really bad.

"Don't get into trouble, don't get into trouble."

Just as Porlao muttered a few words in a low voice, Finley's cold voice came from behind: "Nothing happened, keep an eye on the carriage."

Then a man covered in flesh and blood strode through the gap next to the carriage, carrying two one-handed axes and faced the eyes of the group in front of him, and walked over calmly.

"Ah, yes, phew, fortunately."

He wanted to turn his head, but held back. Although he was present during the battle with the harpies a few days ago, he was among the carriages and had not been exposed to the bloody battle at close range.

Instinct made him aware of the uneasiness of the horses pulling the cart in front of him, so he didn't really look back.

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After Finley discovered that the other party was planning to take action, he felt that he could no longer wait passively. Although he could not drive the carriage before getting the signal, he could kill the surrounding people first.

Especially the guy in the back with the heavy hammer.

Unless you are extremely strong, it is really difficult to damage something like a carriage with your bare hands, but it is different with a heavy hammer wielded by a person. It is easy to smash the wheels of the carriage with just one strike of the hammer.

If the carriage breaks down, then Lord Knight Crowe's plan will be completely unworkable and will completely fail.

Therefore, the person must be dealt with immediately and the handle of the heavy hammer must be destroyed or taken away.

"They are going to take action! Do as I say!"

As soon as he finished shouting this sentence, Finley jumped sideways. After landing, he put his hands on his waist and lifted a sharp one-handed axe. He took advantage of the opportunity when the people blocking the road behind him were startled by his sudden shout, and took a big step in an instant. Using the method taught by Knight Crow, he gradually accelerated his breathing rhythm as he approached the enemy.

Dong Dong Dong Dong, despite his height and weight, every step he takes can make a loud accent on the ground. At the same time, the sound of heavy breathing was like a tiger, rushing towards the back of the street with an irresistible meaning.

We have never actually fought, but everyone has the courage to take action.

Eight people gathered here at the back of the street. Among them, the man holding the heavy hammer was strong and the others were relatively thin, but all of them had bright eyes. They were holding daggers or sticks and ropes, and they looked eager to try.

They saw Finley attacking on his own initiative. Although it was obvious at a glance that Finley was not easy to mess with, it was obvious that the little boss with the heavy hammer did not think that they would lose.

"Come on, everyone! Just like the harpy, use your numbers to overwhelm this man!"

The heavy hammer hit the ground, and he waved his hand to let his men rush forward.

This man's prestige was obviously different from that of the little leader commanding at the other end of the street. With a wave of his hand, seven of his men rushed forward with strange screams.

The guy holding the rope twirled the rope in his hand, preparing to control this powerful-looking guy like a horse.

The guy holding the dagger held the two daggers behind his back and stretched them forward, preparing to make two new holes in the abdomen of the strong guy opposite.

The guys holding sticks were in groups of three, standing in a row and rushing to the front. They didn't feel that the strong wooden sticks in their hands were inferior to the two one-handed axes in the opponent's hands. After all, their sticks had broken many people. head.

There were two other people holding standard wooden shields that they had just borrowed before. The vertical rectangular wooden shields were strong and thick, but they were too heavy for the two guys who were using them to keep up with the fast-moving accomplices in front of them.

Soon, the two of them were thanking themselves for not rushing so fast.

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Finley was not a talkative person, nor was he in the habit of shouting or drinking during battles. Therefore, facing the seven people rushing towards him, he first secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a good thing that the guy with the heavy hammer didn't rush after me.

After all, the opponent was tall and the weapons he used were heavy weapons. He simply couldn't resist it when he swung it.

If you wear a full set of guard armor, you can also fight in a way of exchanging wounds for lives. But now in order to carry out the mission of Knight Crow, no one on this trip wore extra armor protection.

It's the armor style of the Kendall people who left this place just because they were afraid of being recognized.

After all, faces can be mistaken, but physical evidence like armor cannot.

Finley faced the heavy sticks that were swung in front of him, but he did not directly take them. After all, there were three opponents and he was the only one.

"If you fight more with less, you have to let them stumble on themselves."

This was what Kiel said proudly as he stood in the middle of the field after camping in the wild and another fight without armor and weapons that everyone loved to see.

With his subordinates defeated all over the place, Keir's words obviously made sense.

So the moment Finley came into contact with the enemy, he quickly took a step back, getting rid of the clubs that fell one after another. Then his eyes caught another enemy smiling sinisterly at the side.

A pair of daggers in the man's hands were shiny white, obviously well-maintained.

So Finley reached forward with the ax in his right hand, used the lower edge of the ax to hook the stick of a man who was swinging in the air and staggering, and moved to the right.

Puff, a sound.

It was actually two shots. The two daggers did not hit Finley, but hit his accomplice who suddenly 'broke in' halfway.

The sinister smile on the man's face immediately froze. Before he could explain anything, one of the "Three Stick Brothers" was already breathing heavily. He didn't care that the person wielding the dagger was one of his own, and was shining it on the man's head. Just a stick.

boom.

It was better to be merciful. When the stick was swung down, the head was bloody but not fatal.

The guy who wielded the dagger stumbled backwards against the wall and fell to the ground.

"Huh, useless guy." The little boss who saw this scene sneered, but he didn't know who he was talking about.

Finley raised the corners of his mouth as if he was succeeding. The biggest threat was temporarily eliminated. Now it's time for him to fight back!

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Taking another step back to dodge the swing of the stick, Finley immediately found the opportunity to swing the hand ax one after another, and waved it with a whirring sound to repel the collective impact of these people.

Only then did the two men holding wooden shields push away their own people and come to the front line of the battle. Facing the axes that came calling, they hurriedly put the big wooden shields on top.

But that's what Finlay wants.

He didn't wear armor, so he couldn't ignore his opponent's normal blows. If he wanted to stay in top condition, he had to try his best to avoid getting hurt.

If you want to prevent yourself from getting hurt, you have to weaken the fighting ability and desire of this group of people.

Two shields blocking both sides are very suitable.

This thing not only provides psychological and physical protection to the opponent, but also has the same effect on him.

The wooden shield isolated his attack, but also weakened the opponent's attack.

What you want is this effect.

Finley then swung the ax vigorously, forcing the opponent back several meters.

Then he didn't attack. Instead, he turned around and struck the guy with two daggers on his abdomen with an ax on his head.

"No!"

As soon as the man's brother shouted out, the man's head started to explode.

It was like a smashed nut, or, more like an unlucky egg thrown by a harpy monster from the air, with red and white bits flying in all directions.

The guy holding the heavy hammer couldn't stand. He saw what Finley meant, and Finley was more cruel than they expected.

It's all business, there's no need to really fight and kill like this.

But it wasn't over yet. Finley kicked the approaching wooden shield, forcing one person and several others behind him to retreat. Then he ducked to the wall of the street, flicked the ax in his left hand, and struck the person who fell to the ground against the wall. The unconscious guy's face is like an ax.

A violent popping sound.

It even scared several other people fighting with him to take a step back.

"Look at me!"

A young man shouted loudly, and then threw the rope in his hand at Finley.

I have to say that these people from the Western Province are very powerful at this point. Even though Finlay knew that this person was going to use a rope to tie him up, he did not avoid it.

Even if the opponent hid in that direction, it would be a hit.

Woo-his!

The ring-shaped lasso covered his left hand. When the opponent pulled, the rope immediately tightened, pulling Finley's figure slightly.

"I trapped him, I trapped him! Me!"

Before he finished speaking, Finley swung the hand ax in his right hand and threw it out. Using the rope route that others had specially given way to, the ax was successfully thrown.

You are very good at trapping, so are you also very good at hiding?

The ax whirled and hit the young man's neck. There was still a smile on his face, but then he showed doubts. His body fell backwards from the heavy blow of the ax, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose. He whimpered and thought. He said something, but his words were drowned in blood.

The third person was killed. Now the little leader of the gang couldn't sit still at all. He picked up a heavy hammer and rushed over. And although the others were a little surprised, they came again under the urging of the leader approaching from behind.

But Finley handed the hand ax in his left hand to his right hand, held the rope with his left hand behind his back, straightened and tightened it, and took it away with two wooden shields.

One end of the rope was on Finlay's wrist, and the other end was on the fallen young man's hand.

The intertwined ropes were tightened and hung at the bottom of the two wooden shields. They bypassed the obstruction of the wooden shields and directly trapped the feet of the two people holding the shields. With a pull, the two people were tripped to the ground.

Finlay directly slashed the rope in front of his left hand with the ax in his right hand. After cutting the rope, he gave it a sharp blow and knocked away a stick that followed behind the wooden shield.

The guy whose weapon was knocked away looked horrified, and was greeted by Finley's bowed head.

This was a heavy push. Due to the difference in weight and height between the two, the guy who was pushed directly knocked to the ground together with the brother behind him.

Finlay raised his head and thought it was funny. He learned this trick from Kiel. Every critical moment, Kiel used this trick to resolve the situation.

Because this move is indeed very powerful. Although the attack range is short, it can be launched as long as you lower your head, and the opponent cannot defend it at all. Moreover, it is extremely powerful. The top of the head is considered to be the top of the central axis of the body. Although it is a vital point, it is also the place where the body's strength is easiest to gather.

The name of this move is very strange. Every time Kiir releases it, he has to scream: "Zidane!"

No one knows what this means or which brave warrior he is.

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After pushing the person away, before the guy with the heavy hammer arrived, Finley raised his ax and slashed the necks of the two shield-holding enemies who were struggling on the ground and trying to get up twice in a row from the back of the head.

"No! You executioner! I will kill you! Revenge for my brothers-"

Two more people were lost, and the man who led the team went crazy. When he arrived, he raised his hammer high and hit Finley hard.

But Finley just picked up the wooden shield beside him, raised it with one hand, and used a sideways angle to slide away the opponent's heavy blow diagonally.

Poof! boom!

The heavy hammer hit the ground, shaking the surrounding blood-stained soil.

With just one axe, Finley tested the man's martial arts level.

Very ordinary, he spat secretly, raised his shield with his left hand, and pushed the man against the wall.

Seeing the man's eyes flashing brightly as he resisted, Finley turned around and slashed horizontally with his axe.

A head flew into the sky.

But it was a guy holding a stick in the air, trying to sneak attack him.

"Hahaha." He couldn't help it anymore and laughed.

The ax that had just cut off a person's head was thrown towards the last guy under this man who was knocked to the ground. Poof, it hit the forehead.

Finley held his shield against the little boss and laughed: "There are many tricks, but they are all messy. Let me teach you how to use the stick."

Taking a step back, he stepped on it with his foot, tilting a stick up. He reached out and grabbed this primitive weapon in his hand.

Looking at the enemy rushing up with red eyes, Finley swung his left hand and threw the wooden shield to resist the attack. Then he raised the stick in his right hand, dodged and then stabbed the enemy's vitals.