In the wilderness, there were constant sounds of strings and screams.

Pan Long had no intention of fighting with these robbers in close combat, but he kept shooting arrows. The robbers' short bows were incomparable to his longbow in terms of range and power. As long as the distance was widened, he could even directly catch the arrows shot by the robbers and shoot them backhandedly - just like the arrow at the beginning.

This "retrospection" technique has considerable requirements for the user's reaction speed and shooting skills, but once it appears, it will also be a great blow to the enemy's morale.

Seeing Pan Long catch the arrows shot in front of him again and again, then bend the bow and shoot the people on his side, and shoot the people on his side with one arrow, the morale of the robbers continues to decline. After the sixth man, and the last of them, died under Pan Long's bow and arrow, their morale finally couldn't stand it, and more than one person began to retreat.

"Don't be afraid!" The robber in the lead saw the cowardice of his companions and shouted, "There is only one opponent! There are not many arrows in his quiver!"

As he said that, he took the lead and charged towards Pan Long.

Pan Long was a little surprised. For the first time, he saw someone charging towards the archer by walking.

(Is this guy crazy problem? At least he should have a shield...)

He bent his bow and arrow, and shot the guy's throat, but was blocked by the raised sword.

When the robber leader saw him pulling his bow, he immediately blocked his sword horizontally in front of his throat. As expected, he blocked the arrow and felt scared.

(If this kid hadn't shot his throat specifically, this arrow would have killed me!)

He was afraid in his heart, and his steps naturally slowed down a little. When other robbers saw that Pan Long's arrow was finally blocked, their morale was suddenly boosted and they rushed over with a roar.

Pan Long frowned, he found it difficult to understand the way these people think.

But it just blocked myself and was it worth being so excited?

There were twelve arrows in one shot, and there were ten arrows in his quiver. There were only thirteen robbers left in total. Seven or eight were shot to death by ten arrows. Can't he beat the remaining five or six?

He kept moving his feet, retreating and shooting arrows.

The string sounded again, and another robber fell down on his back.

This time, Pan Long shot his forehead.

"You can block your throat. If you have the ability, you can block your forehead!" Pan Long said to himself, but he did not shoot the robber leader again and again, and they shot the minions.

The move of the robber leader raising his sword to block the arrow just now was indeed a bit advanced and worthy of his attention.

Screams continued, and when Pan Long shot his last arrow, there were only six robbers who could stand.

With ten arrows, Pan Long shot seven robbers to death. Two of them escaped the fatal first arrow with a sharp reaction. Another arrow was that when he was shooting the arrow, a strong wind broke out and the shot missed.

After shooting the arrow, Pan Long gently placed the longbow on the ground, pulled out his sword, and walked over to the robbers who were already a little hysterical.

Seeing their companions fall one by one, the robbers' hearts were already filled with fear and anger. The last bit of reason was that Pan Long's quiver was getting fewer and fewer arrows in the quiver - and now, the arrows of this magical archer have finally been shot!

"He has no arrows!"

"Kill him!'

"Catch him and cut him alive!"

Seeing Pan Long lower his longbow, the morale of the robbers was so strong that they almost exploded. They roared wildly, waved their weapons, and rushed over as fast as possible.

What greeted them was a stern sword light.

The power of the qi was strengthened. Pan Long slashed towards him with a knife, and the robber who rushed to the front swung his sword to block it, but he could not block it! The blocking posture collapsed at the touch, and the sword light fell down, slashing heavily at his shoulder and neck. When he pulled it, he was bleeding.

Before the robber fell, Pan Long had already kicked him in his body and kicked him at the leader of the robbers.

The robber leader saw that Pan Long had cut down his companion with one knife, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. Facing the companion flying over, he had no intention of catching it. He directly dodged aside and let his companion fall to the ground, bleeding all over the ground, completely dying.

At this time, Pan Long had already chopped down the second robber.

With the strengthening of his true energy, his attack power instantly exceeded the limit of human beings. These robbers were not strong men at all, so they could not resist it.

He didn't know any clever sword skills, just a simple and straight knife. The robber held a stick in both hands, but the hardwood stick wrapped in iron was stabbed by him one by two pieces, and then the steel knife fell straight into the robber's head.

Pan Long tried to pull it, but found that the knife was stuck on the skull. He simply let go of his hands, touched his waist with both hands, and pulled out two daggers.

"His knife is gone, either!" a robber roared with red eyes.

But before he finished speaking, a dagger shot into his throat.

And another dagger shot into the heart of another robber.

Compared to sword techniques, Pan Long is actually better at hidden weapons...

Seeing that there was only one subordinate left, the robber leader howled wildly, just like a wild beast.

But he could not turn into a beast by such howls. On the contrary, the more crazy he is, the weaker he is.

This time, Pan Long did not go to kill the minion first, but rushed towards him directly. When he stabbed with a sword, he turned sideways, then grabbed his right hand, pinched his arm, twisted it, twisted him into a position of squatting on the ground and cutting his right hand behind him.

Before the robber leader came to his senses, he was already restrained. He was about to roar and struggle, but he was hit hard on the back of his head. Everything in front of him suddenly turned black and the corpse was buried on the spot.

At this time, the last minion was completely frightened. He instinctively rushed to Pan Long, raised his knife and slashed it, but Pan Long casually reached out to grab the knife, and then threw it into the ground with one hand and slammed it.

"You are lucky." Pan Long stood beside him, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "It happened to be the last one."

"ah!"

"What! I'll ask you a few questions. If you can give me a satisfactory information, I can consider letting you live."

The minion's eyes suddenly became clear and he looked at Pan Long nervously.

The angle of Pan Long standing at this moment was just right next to his head. The sun was strong, making his facial features extremely deep and full of oppressive force. This minion was already scared by the scenes of Pan Long killing people like killing chickens. At this moment, he was watched with such oppressive force, and he could not have any resistance in his heart. He immediately nodded repeatedly.

"I say everything! I say everything!" He said loudly, "Please! Let me go! I don't want to die!"

A warm-free arc appeared at the corner of Pan Long's mouth and asked: "What's going on with you? Why did you attack the merchants who transported the iron ore?"

"The boss said that someone paid for it and hired us to do this."

"What method did you use to contaminate iron ore?"

"A potion, where does the boss have it?"

"Where did that potion come from?"

"Gived it to the person who is the connector."

"Do you know how to fit?"

"Every time he comes to us, maybe the boss has any secret contact with him, but he never told us."

"What does the person who is on the joint look like?"

"He was covered in black cloth and couldn't see his appearance."

"So does he have any special accent?"

"His accent is from the Baldur Gate. He doesn't sound old, and he shouldn't be over forty years old."

"How many people are there in this business besides you?"

"Many, the boss said that the entire Bald Gate who had no capital business were found this time. There may be hundreds of people in total..."

"so much?!"

"I don't know whether what the boss said is true or not, but just what I've seen, there are two other groups of people."

"Do you guys have a fixed camp?"

"There is one, but our group has never been there. The boss said that it is very popular in the camp and eating black food. If you are not careful, you will be stabbed in the back. We just need to concentrate on dealing with the merchants and be safe."

"Do you know where the camp is?"

"I only know the approximate location, in the northeast of the Arm of Friendship, hidden deep in the forest."

"How many people are estimated to be in the camp?"

"I don't know, I only know that there are many people guarding me. The boss said that if anything happens to us in the past, we will be killed all of a sudden."

"Do you have any other action plans?"

"The boss said that someone was going to attack Nasieke's iron ore, but we didn't go. He said that the miners were not easy to mess with, and it was not worth it."

"You're just attacking the merchants?"

"Yes, just do this."

"How many times has this been?"

“The fourth time.”

"How many times have you killed in the middle?"

"Three times, the last time the merchant saw us, he ran away, and we didn't chase us."

Pan Long closed his eyes, thought for a while, and finally asked, "Do you have anything else to tell me?"

"It's gone! I've said everything I know!" the minion shouted, "I've said everything! Let me go!"

His voice came to an abrupt end, and Pan Long stepped on his chest with one foot. The sound of bone shattering accompanied by his screams echoed in the wilderness, quickly calming down, silent.

"I thought about it carefully just now, but I still can't let you go." Pan Long sighed when he stepped on this minion to death, "I want to convince my subordinates to show mercy, but... I still can't convince myself."

"You can even rob the belt and not kill people, but you can't do it... You are not even as good as ogres!"

He murmured to himself, checked the robbers, plundered some money, then put his weapons and equipment on the carriage, cut off the robbers' heads, and took the entire body of the robber leader. Finally, he found a pit on the side of the road, threw the remaining corpses in, covered them with some earth and rocks, and then got on the carriage and returned to Belgost with this carriage of bloody spoils.

When he came to the hotel, the guests in the hotel were frightened. The officer of the Flame Fist Mercenary Group was also startled. She asked in surprise: "Why did you cut off their heads? Just peel off your scalp and bring them back."

Pan Long laughed in silence: "Isn't peeling off the scalp more bloody than cutting off the head? Moreover, I think it would be more convincing when I come back with my head."

Nineteen robbers brought him a thousand gold coins - although the robber leader did not offer a reward, the officer still gave the guy a double bounty.

Pan Long took a shower, had a meal, lay on the bed in the hotel room, and looked at the pile of gold coins in the inventory.
Chapter completed!