Chapter 12: Skillful robbery (1)()

Even though there are many robbers on the wasteland, they are just a group of clowns who cannot get on the table.

Facing the camp that could not be captured for a long time, and those Boer warriors who would take away life with each waving the Tengtu pillar, created a huge haze to the hearts of the robbers. Death continued, and the fierce battle lasted for four or five hours from the early morning. Opposite the desert hill, a burly ogre finally waved the mace in his hand angrily. The firelight that was relit in the camp, and he could clearly see his body covered with black patterns.

Ogre Boss!

Boss is an elf term, which means leader.

The black magic pattern allows him to communicate with the elements and release a variety of low-level magic, and the previous rainstorm technique is also the masterpiece of this Boss.

The battle gradually exceeded the control of the ogre Boss. He thought that sneak attacks and darkness could bring this group of bewitches. Who knew that there was actually a priest in this caravan. Boss frowned. If he continued to fight like this, his tribe would suffer a great loss.

At this moment, the ogre Boss clearly saw that another group of black shadows were inserted horizontally into the center of his team.

The leaders were actually two skeletons carrying shiny bone swords...the undead mage!

The ogre Boss' pupils suddenly shrank, and his steps, which were about to rush down the desert hill, suddenly slowed down.

"Thorns tangle!"

As the syllables fluctuated, a scream of horror suddenly burst out in the center of the bandit. With the light of the halo, the ogre Boss could clearly see that the three petals of vines covered with sharp teeth stretched out from the ground, wrapping the closest bear goblin. As the vines squeezed, the goblin was quickly crushed into pieces of minced meat. Leren was not willing to be outdone, and she secretly pinched an orchid finger. Another luster of thorns flew out, giving the robbers who had already retreated.

At the same time, the ogre Boss roared anger without hesitation. In his dark eye socket, Yang Dashuan, who followed the skeleton, appeared clearly in his dark eye sockets - and the goblin who visited his territory three days ago.

With the wisdom of the ogre Boss, he immediately understood why he could not conquer this camp - it must be the one who made the kid. It must be like this! Moreover, this is very likely an ambush!

"I remember you!" The ogre Boss cracked and smashed the mace in his hand.

The appearance of the undead mage immediately made the group of wasteland natives lose their will to fight. No matter how the ogre Bos roared, it could not recover the situation of complete disintegration.

With the sound of hissing sounds in the dim wasteland, the bandits finally began to retreat.

The sky has turned white.

Under the orderly command of the ogre Boss, the robbers carried the corpses of companions or Beamon on their shoulders. These guys looked like a group of fruitful hunters, and the disgusting face always showed an expression called joy.

When the robbers completely disappeared from the wasteland, only the death-like silence and miserable scenes that only occur in hell were left in the entire camp. Under the sunshine of the first day, a deep and painful atmosphere was filled with the camp.

The casualties were extremely heavy this time.

Nearly three hundred Bemon soldiers lost more than half last night.

There are as many as 300 soldiers in this group of slave traders, with excellent equipment and superb martial arts. The bandits should be absolutely enough to shock the ordinary robbers in the wilderness. But who would have thought that they were facing an ogre unit with nearly ten times the number of people than their own!

Ningleren and Alice stood far away, smelling the unsolvable bloody smell in the air, and they didn't dare to lean over. The ground was covered with blood-stained mud, and the muddy ground was enough to overwhelm the naked feet. As soon as they fell down, bubbles were bubbling in the blood.

The ogres left several times more casualties than their own side. Even in various situations that were not conducive to the battle, the Bemons were able to burst out the most powerful force. Of course, half of this was due to Alice's credit. Without her war drum halo, I'm afraid that when the ogres retreated, there would be no living in the entire camp.

The camp was filled with groans and begging.

"His Highness Roger, thank you for your help." Locke shouted pale. His saliva followed the wind and covered Yang Dashuan's face. After fighting all night, there was no mud on this guy's clothes, which made Alice's expression a little ugly.

"When I arrive in town, after my wedding with Alice, I will give you a few elf slaves."

Yang Dashuan pursed his mouth. Maybe he could walk out of the extinction wasteland alive. This guy was thinking about the wedding night. He looked at Alice's figure and thought to give me this girl. Although he thought so in his heart, Old Yang kept nodding. "That's OK, that's OK."

"Why are you here?" The shrewd Alice suddenly discovered the whole problem.

Yang Dashuan was stunned for a moment, and then he said the draft that had been drafted long ago. "The robbers on the wasteland have already set their sights on you. I got the news from the slaves and rushed over to save you. The robbers last night were the largest tribe in the wasteland. They were all composed of ogres, and the leader was still an ogre Boss. The robbers on the wasteland will avenge you. If they suffer a defeat, they will definitely come back to find you."

Locke was suddenly panicked: "What should I do?"

Not afraid that you won’t get into a trap, Yang Dashuan shrugged helplessly. “Let’s turn around, where do you come from?”

Alice stared at Yang Dashuan fiercely because she saw a hint of imperceptible cunning in Yang Dashuan's eyes.

Lock couldn't help but calm down.

"We have to go back." Yang Dashuan winked at the slaves who were cleaning the battlefield and turned up the hill.

"Lord, wait a moment... His Highness Roger...wait for me!"

Seeing Yang Dashuan turn his head and leave, Locke finally panicked. Saya chased him up and stopped Yang Dashuan. Thad rudely pushed Locke to the side, and Fox, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, sat down to the ground and almost rolled down the slope. Thad raised the mace in his hand and said in a muffled voice: "Didn't you see my master waiting to return to the territory?"

"Thad, don't be so rude to an elegant Fox." Leren's voice rang out at the right time, and the two slaves quickly pulled Locke, who had fallen to pieces at the lord's wife. "Mr. Locke, please forgive the slaves for their unreasonableness. If you have nothing to do, please allow us to leave."

One sings the red face and the other sings the black face. This is a task assigned by Lao Yang early in the morning.

"Yes, yes!" Locke said hurriedly.

The hunting team's losses were unexpectedly heavy, which almost wiped out Locke's hope. After returning to the tribe, he not only could not become the next patriarch, but he might also be punished by family law because of the loss of so many warriors in the clan! At this moment, he had to place his last hope on this highness. "His Royale Roger, as long as you can promise to sell me a batch of weapons, I am willing to give all these elf slaves to you as a waste of time!"

Finally said it!

Yang Dashuan couldn't help but smile and narrow his eyes. Leren was so happy that he couldn't stop talking. After so much effort, he finally got it done.

"How is it?" Locke asked nervously.

"No!" Yang Dashuan's face suddenly pulled down and turned around and left.

Lylen was stunned, and Locke was also stunned, and then Alice, who had caught up with the hillside, was also stunned. Alice pointed at Locke's nose and screamed angrily. "How can you make a deal with a despicable necromancer?"

Alice's scolding continued. Fox's wisdom made her easily say a series of adjectives, and all of them were hit on the heads of Lao Yang and Locke by her. Lylen, who came back to her senses, quickly caught up with Yang Dashuan's steps and asked in a low voice. "Didn't he say it all, why didn't you agree?"

Yang Dashuan laughed twice before saying, "Just save the elves? How can I support them? I have said a long time ago that there is no surplus food in the territory! Now, I want this Fox boy to take the initiative to pay to support these elves for us! He would not let this boy bleed, he thought I was deceived by him."

In fact, Yang Dashuan hasn't expressed the real reason yet.

Leren said that all elves are born sharpshooters. This batch of human resources cannot be wasted. The arrows in the VIP store are not expensive. Nearly two thousand can be purchased with fifty gold coins. With these elves, it is not easy to arm them into a archer unit and deal with the bandits in the wasteland!

So Yang Dashuan not only hoped that Locke would spend some money to buy food for him, but even the money for weapons was counted on him.

What is the tactic of hard to get? That's it!

His grandmother, don't regret it. Yang Dashuan looked at Locke who was arguing with Alice, and returned to the territory with a nervous mood, holding the weapon sales agreement he had printed and stamped with a carrot in his arms.
Chapter completed!