Chapter 140: The Bandits Retreat and the Ballistae Lowers
puff!
With just one stab from Finley's stick, he knocked down the little boss who rushed up with blood-red eyes and wanted to fight for his life.
The tall man huddled in pain on the bloody ground. He couldn't care less about letting go of the heavy hammer in his hand. He held his lower abdomen tightly with both hands, but he still couldn't stop it from being gradually soaked with blood.
There is no need for Finley to explain to the enemy that the prerequisite for attack is defense, especially the defense of his own 'vital' parts of the body.
This time he held up the strong and heavy stick, and swung it down heavily while the little boss silently looked at him with his mouth wide open.
Phew, this sound was a bit dull.
But it was smashed with such force that the little boss's eyes popped out of their sockets. Blood or other things were squeezed out from the gaps in the eyes, and at the same time, two traces of blood flowed out of the nose.
On the head of the bandit leader, there was a large dent, but the scalp was connected. There were only dents and no blood or brain splatter, so it was relatively clean.
Finley threw away the enemy's club and turned to the two corpses to pick up his own pair of axes.
He found that this thing was quite easy to use. Apart from the limited number of movements during offense and some limitations during defense, there was nothing wrong with it. In particular, it can be thrown unexpectedly and kill the enemy when they are not prepared.
After picking up a pair of axes, he first used the ax to cut off the handle of the heavy hammer that the enemy had lost, so that the weapon could not be picked up and used. Then he strode over to support with scraps of flesh and blood splashed all over his body. Porlao.
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The situation is good.
Finley thought so, and the words he told Porlao before seemed to come in handy.
"When you wait to shoot, you must aim at the person in front, shoot accurately, and at the same time clearly tell the enemy: 'My weapon is poisoned.'" This is what he explained at the time.
Passing by the carriage, Finlay nodded to Porlau, but frightened the town militiaman responsible for driving the carriage.
This made Finlay shake his head secretly. It had been so long since he set out from Kendall County, and the army had not suffered any battles along the way. How could he be shocked by his current appearance?
"Boss! Retreat! Retreat!"
Behind the cart, a low-level member of the thieves group asked directly and urgently to the little leader.
Some people meant the same thing, and some people didn't even ask. When everyone's attention was attracted by the fierce man who was killed, they just rubbed oil on the soles of their feet and sneaked away without saying a word.
Facing the problems thrown to him by his subordinates, the little boss quickly cursed these people over and over in his mind, then raised his head and shouted loudly to Finley who was about to approach: "Brother Thief, we didn't want to make the matter so big. ,I."
He was about to say a few tough words as usual, but when he caught a glimpse of the bloody ax in the other person's hand, he immediately changed his words.
"I, I beg you to bypass us! We will retreat now. Please don't kill me. We will leave immediately. We dare not disturb the elder brother. We will find a way to compensate the elder brother afterwards."
"Boss!" On the trolley side, several people looked at their little boss in surprise. They didn't expect that this man looked so soft, and his words were really so soft.
After doing this, how should I explain to the big brother in the thieves group when I go back?
But comparing the eldest brother with the fierce man in front of him who came down to do things, the others consciously placed themselves on the side of their little boss.
Finley heard the words and whispers of these people, and blew out a puff of air from his flaring nostrils with disdain.
His eyes coldly glanced at the people behind the cart: "Move this garbage away and tell others not to cause trouble."
He borrowed the donkey from Slope and continued talking according to what the other party said. It doesn't matter if someone mistakenly identifies him, and it doesn't matter if someone exposes him. It's best to let these people get out of their own way. If he can't, he won't be stingy with his physical strength. He will exercise a little more. .
He confirmed during the battle just now that these people are not guys who rely exclusively on force to make a living. Although they are a bit ruthless, they can only bully lone people, even a few young and strong ordinary people. This group of people The strength is not easy to win.
lame.
Thinking of this, Finley inserted the hand ax into his belt, crossed his arms, and looked at them coldly. At the same time, he kicked his right leg, knocking out the guy with the crossbow who was lying on the ground groaning.
Seeing these people stunned, he said: "What? Do you need me to ask you to leave this world? Huh? My ax is very fast and doesn't hurt."
The group of people swallowed hard before taking action.
He put away his non-threatening daggers and daggers, lifted up the cart blocking the street intersection, and then carefully watched that Finley didn't move, and then trotted away pushing the cart without looking back.
The little boss originally wanted to push a cart and leave this place as soon as possible, but firstly, his group of resentful subordinates moved much faster than him, and he couldn't grab it at all. Secondly, Finley's eyes always stayed on On him.
Like a mouse being stared at by a cat, he dared not move.
It wasn't until all the people around him had left that he stepped back, bowed, and walked away step by step with a smile that couldn't be more fake.
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When the people were gone, Finley took two steps forward, looked around on both sides of the cross street to make sure no one dared to stop, and then walked back to the carriage.
Sitting on the empty seat next to the driver of the carriage, Porlao asked in a trembling voice, "Uh, are you done?"
Finley snatched the hand crossbow that Porlao was still holding, and carefully aimed the crossbow at an injured man lying at the entrance of the street.
call out!
This crossbow arrow was extremely accurate and directly hit the head of the unconscious person who fell to the ground, causing him to die 'painlessly' after being unconscious.
"It's over now."
After Finley finished speaking, he threw the hand crossbow back to Porlao, searched for it on the carriage, took out a piece of cloth, and simply wiped the blood on his clothes.
Seeing that Porlao still looked very nervous, Finley whispered: "It depends on Joe and Your Excellency whether this can delay the situation for a while."
"Ah, yes, yes, you're right, it depends on them both."
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"A bunch of trash!"
A wooden wine glass filled with golden ale was hit hard on a group of people kneeling on the ground.
The wine foam covered some people's faces, but no one dared to raise their hands to wipe it away.
"A bunch of rubbish! A bunch of rubbish!! They are all a bunch of rubbish!!!"
The boss of the 'Shadow Monster Wings' thieves group roared angrily, seemingly at the top of his lungs. Everyone present turned pale, but those who actually knew him could feel that this was just a disguise put on by the big brother. .
"Horse Manure and the others died outside, two people! Neither of them could beat or take down the door. The guy with the door-breaking hammer and his men usually brag about how powerful they are, but the result? One person! What are you doing? One person can do it all Is it solved?"
At this point in his roar, the leader of the thieves group suddenly didn't know what to say. They had indeed chosen the wrong opponent.
He overestimated the level of his subordinates and underestimated those who came from above.
Of course, the main reason is that his subordinates are incompetent. If these losers hadn't been bragging about how powerful they were all these years, and there were various examples that could be proven by others, he wouldn't have been praised by each other like this. Confused.
Of course it couldn't be my own mistake, how could it be his?
Thinking of this, he stared closely at the little leader who was kneeling to accept punishment: "Smelly mouth, no matter what, although they were defeated, at least they died there in the battle. And you."
"Brother, I brought back the other party's intention. They said that as long as we don't interfere anymore, they won't cause trouble for us. Do you think?" The little leader, nicknamed Stinky Mouth, asked their boss.
This guy is also a cunning guy. When he lowered his head to accept the punishment and was scolded, he was looking at the expressions of his companions around him.
Everyone was afraid. More than ten people had been lost. Although not many of them were members of the thieves group, most of the others were recruited temporarily. But they are still afraid of this loss.
So he followed everyone's wishes and asked this.
The boss of the thieves group is not stupid. He himself is also afraid. He is afraid that if he fails to gain fame this time, he will not be able to handle the people above him, and he will also annoy others. Maybe one day, his head will disappear from his home. Woolen cloth.
But if he just retreats like this, who will take the responsibility? What will be his position then?
"We can't let it go like this. After all, we are all brothers. We swore an oath in front of the emblem of the God of Thieves. If I don't take revenge, how can I still hang out in Strange Wind Town in the future?"
Everyone else present was entangled, and wanted to persuade the boss not to think so much. They were thieves, pickpockets, and thieves. They had no honor to speak of. If they were caught, they would either be beaten or have a branch chopped off. Fingers, I have to thank others for showing mercy.
Some local laws are strict, and thieves will often have their hands cut off and hanged, so be cowardly.
Seemingly sensing what the people around him were not saying, the leader of the thieves group considered it and said: "Then, let's not get involved. Well, aren't those people planning something from the Magic Light Plant Chamber of Commerce? Send someone to inform that person Let them deal with the people who are resting in the store of the Chamber of Commerce. If it is not enough, notify the chamber of commerce in other towns and inform them that a group of professional thieves from the Thieves Guild have come to the town, and they must be targeting one of them."
"Brother, what a plan!"
"This plan is perfect!"
"We can definitely kill those guys who are full of blood and money!"
Listening to the same praise, the leader of the thieves group smiled on his face, but in his heart he kept cursing the guys around him who only praised and boasted. Although these people are his subordinates, no matter how good they are, he has really been trained in the fire this time.
The result is a bunch of scrap metal and garbage.
Could it be that he is actually the same?
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Knight Crow broke off the wooden wall on one side of the arrow tower piece by piece with his hands.
His movements were neither too fast nor too slow, ensuring speed while not letting the guards on the other arrow towers notice anything was wrong.
If everything goes well and no one finds out until they take the stuff away from Wei Feng Town, that would of course be the best. But if this is not possible, it is possible to find the magic ballista as far back as possible when sending it down the arrow tower.
The worst thing was that before he could get the things down, he was discovered when he was demolishing the wooden wall on the top of the arrow tower. They summoned a large number of security militiamen and surrounded the bottom of the arrow tower.
By then, it was estimated that he and Kil could still escape and meet up with Venila and Cordoz who were waiting outside the town.
But Finlay and Porlaw were definitely dead.
It's not necessarily lifeless, but it will take a lot of resources and time to fish it out.
Either Baron Kendall must pay a compensation amount and lose face, or he must find an opportunity to rescue the person from prison.
These are all things that make Knight Crow feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.
In the former case, if he fails in the mission, not only will he lose his self-confidence and the trust of the baron, but it will also cause Baron Kendall to lose a large amount of noble honor and reputation.
The latter type is the secret operation that he dislikes the most. Because every person who is imprisoned and waiting to be rescued, in order to reduce the chance of escape and increase the trouble for the rescuer, the prison will impose heavy punishment on the imprisoned person, making the person a burden.
Quickly shaking his head, Knight Crow dismissed this bad possibility.
After all, he never looked at luck, although the goddess of luck was always on his side. He only believes that his actions determine the development of things.
He looked down from the top of the arrow tower where a large hole had been opened, and at a glance he saw Kiel and a large open space on the top of the building next to Kiel.
His eyes lit up, and here is an example. Let alone luck, choosing the right person in a position where he is needed is the most important factor in the actual implementation of the action.
Rubbing his hands, the knight noticed that Kil below also saw him and waved. Then Knight Crow came to the magic ballista placed on the ground. This thing had been set in a strong net and hung. A rope that is long enough and strong enough.
Picking it up, Knight Crow came to the edge of the top of the arrow tower, placed the ballista on the ground, then grasped the rope little by little with his hands, and moved the ballista out little by little.
When half of the base of the ballista came out, the entire ballista immediately fell down.
Knight Crow steady his pace, and the life energy all over his body exploded half a meter high. He connected his body to the main earth and stone structure of the arrow tower through the obstacles of life energy and wooden boards, metal parts and other things under his feet.
With this leverage, his body remained motionless, and his arms were stronger than a healthy horse. He changed his hands from left to right to send the rope, and dropped the ballista one by one.
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Kil waved at Knight Crow, and the knight waved back to him, and then left the wooden wall on the top of the arrow tower that had a big hole opened.
Soon, the knight appeared again, and this time a thick ballista several meters long was pushed out of the edge of the arrow tower.
"Gudong." Kil was really afraid that the ballista would fall from above and break into the patio at the bottom of the arrow tower. That's too bad. Not only do you get no benefits, but you also get into trouble.
Fortunately, Kil's idea was just a fantasy after all. Knight Crow's body flashed with earthy yellow light, piercing Kil's eyes as he stared at him, and then he steadily held the big and heavy thing in his hand. The magic ballista was sent downwards.
Kil could see clearly that when the knight on the top of the arrow tower released a length of rope in his hand, the ballista slowly fell down.
"I hope nothing goes wrong."
He turned the metal hook with the rope in his hand and stared closely at the magic ballista that slowly lowered against the wall of the arrow tower.
Soon, but after a few minutes, Keir felt that the height was right.
He walked a few steps quickly and came to the edge of the patio. Looking at the magic ballista hanging in the air only a few meters away, he threw the metal hook in his hand.
Huh-woo, Dang!
This time the ballista was thrown out, it missed the ballista. Instead, it hit the wall of the arrow tower below because the force was used too cautiously.
Keir was very embarrassed and quickly retracted the rope in his hand.
Then came the second throw.
Huh-woo, toot.
This time, the metal hook hit the magic ballista and made a dull sound. When Kil heard it, he knew that the magic ballista was definitely not made of stone, otherwise the sound would not be so dull.
When the metal hook hit the surface of the ballista, he pulled it down and just caught a section of the net wrapping the ballista.
"It's done!"
He shouted excitedly, but unfortunately no one was around to see it. Even Knight Crow didn't look down at this time because he wanted to ensure stability.
Kil quickly pulled the rope in his hand and pulled the ballista in his direction.
At the same time, all the life energy in his body was operating at full strength, providing him with power far beyond his normal self.
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At the top of the arrow tower, Knight Crow felt the rope in his hand pulling slightly outward, and he understood that Kil had hooked the net on the ballista and began to pull the ballista out of the patio.
So, he also put down the rope in his hand little by little. Of course, he couldn't put down too much, because he couldn't grasp the situation over there, so he could only deal with it at a slower but more reliable speed.
Things have come to this point, there is no need to take more risks, it is best to be safe.
Because there is no place or conditions to practice cooperation beforehand.
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While pulling on the rope in his hand, Kil moved slowly backwards, giving the ballista space to fall and flow out.
After all, there were still large tracts of giant vines on the left and right. Only in the middle, in front of him and behind him, were small enough areas for the ballista to fall and move.
Kiel saw that Knight Crow on the top of the arrow tower was bearing great tension like a metal pulley and could still remain motionless. He compared the life energy in his body and roughly judged which of the two was better. How different is the strength between them.
"It's really amazing. It will be great when I can reach this level."
While Kil was thinking this, the magic ballista finally made a dull impact and landed on the roof of the building at the bottom of the arrow tower.
Kir pulled hard twice more to force the ballista further outward, lest it slide into the patio pool later.
When Knight Crowe loosened the rope, he suddenly couldn't feel the strong pulling force from the rope. He carefully looked down from the top edge of the arrow tower, and after confirming that the magic ballista had indeed landed on the top of the building, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.
"Huh, I've completed half of the key points. Next."
After he confirmed that Keir had cut off the part of the rope connected to the net in his hand, Knight Crow quickly retracted the rope in his hand while looking in one direction.
Flat roofs, weird plants everywhere, and narrow spaces between buildings.
Knight Crow whistled in the direction where Finley and the others were.
"call out----"
The sound enhanced by life energy will not be affected by the strong wind blowing around from time to time, and it will be transmitted reliably.
"Okay, it's time for me to go down." He recovered the thick and strong rope in his hand and coiled it into a rope loop, then hung it on his waist, and Knight Crow jumped out of the large gap at the top of the arrow tower.
He did not fall, but grabbed the stone surface of the arrow tower further down.
With this strength, he stepped on it like walking on stairs, and the "automatic steps" automatically appeared from the wall and extended to his feet. After stepping on them, they automatically retracted into the "automatic steps" that disappeared inside the wall.
There was a valuable item in the backpack behind him, and he didn't dare to break it by bumping it.