A group of robbers rode their horses up the cliff, and walked around the swamp to chase forward. Under the stimulation of the heavy reward, the robbers of the Blackbeard Thieves Group were all red-eyed and whipped the horses with their whips. When they encountered thorny bushes, they rushed over, and their speed suddenly increased.

The two men were also those who had been arranged by Corion to delay the robber army. He was trying every means to block the enemy's pursuit. Unfortunately, as time went by, the distance between the two sides was still rapidly getting closer.

The sun gradually sets westward, and large shadows begin to appear in the woods, and the visual range gradually shrinks, making it more and more difficult to move through the woods.

Finally, Mosto and others turned a rock again and saw Corion and others running away in front of him.

"Hahaha! I finally got you. Today I will see how you can escape!" Mosto said with a crazy smile, with a faint desire for blood and killing in his tone.

"Brothers, hurry up and rush up and kill them all!" Mosto shouted, and the robbers responded wildly, and then rushed forward to kill.

The distance between the two sides is less than 500 meters, and there is only a forest between them, and there is no dangerous land such as swamps that can be used by Corion.

When the followers in Corion's team saw this scene, their faces immediately turned pale, and sweat the size of beans oozed out of their foreheads, and their steps became panicked.

Unexpectedly, after running away for so long, they were still caught up by robbers. When they thought of the possible outcome later, fear immediately enveloped everyone.

Corion, who was supported by two people at the front, looked dark when he saw the pursuers behind him, but he still shouted loudly: "Don't panic, we are about to leave this woods. I have arranged for someone to support outside the woods before. As long as we walk out of the woods, we will be safe!"

Corion's voice was calm and steady, and it rang in the team like a thunder, dispelling the fear in the hearts of his followers.

The robbers who were chasing themselves behind heard Corion's words, but suddenly stopped and the pursuit speed became slower. They were robbers, and they might be very cruel when facing a group of new recruits with low combat power, but if they faced a regular army, they would be just a group of weak sheep.

If, as Corion said, there were troops outside the woods, they were going to die now. Although the temptation of gold coins is very great, compared with death, it would be nothing.

Therefore, the robbers' pursuit slowed down again, and some people even stopped and just stood there and watched Corleon and others go further and further away.

"Boss, what should we do? If the other party has an ambush, we will be in danger." A small robber leader leaned against Mosto and asked.

Mosto's face looked a little ugly. He stared at Corion who was slowly escaping ahead, with deep hatred in his eyes. He really wanted to kill Corion, not only because of the 50,000 Kielder gold coins, but also for a secret agreement.

When Mosto heard the question from the little leader, he waved his hand and said, "Come on me, you must kill that arrogant knight. If we cannot complete the task assigned by that master, we will not have any good results even if we go back!"

As he said that, Mosto took the lead in rushing forward. As soon as he saw his leader launching a charge, the other robbers naturally rushed forward. The robber troops were like a sharp knife, lying on the heads of Corion and others.

The woods in front gradually became sparse and the terrain became flattering. It was obviously already at the edge of the jungle and was about to leave the jungle.

Corleon and others had tried their best and rushed forward like crazy. Everyone wanted to put two more legs on their own, and sometimes even held the ground with their hands and rolled and crawled forward.

However, the terrain is wide and the horse's speed can be achieved even more. The robbers and Corleon and others are getting closer and closer. Finally, the robbers who are rushing to the front catch up with their followers who are on the last side.

"Yohohohohohohohoho!"

Accompanied by a strange and sharp shout, the robber raised his scimitar high and cut it with one stroke to the bottom.

The follower turned back in horror, and a bright white arc appeared in his eyes. After a slight sound, a man's head flew and threw it into the sky. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and the bright red blood sprayed out like a fountain.

The strong smell of blood immediately spread around, and the robbers began to get excited like a group of sharks smelling blood.

"No! Alex!" One of the followers suddenly cried out in a hoarse voice, then turned around suddenly, raised the pitchfork in his hand and shouted, "You damn robbers, go to die!"

As he said that, he rushed towards the robber behind him, looking generously. He now ignored his life and death and just wanted to kill the robber in front of him, and it would be better to kill them all.

Unfortunately, he was not a superman. An arrow suddenly flew out of the robber group, nailing hard to the follower's chest like a poisonous snake. His body was pulled back by the powerful arrow, and the expression on his face froze and looked down. The front half of the arrow had been inserted into his body, and the back half was still trembling slightly.

"You..." The follower finally spoke a word, then his legs weakened and fell to the ground, and soon he died of rest.

The robbers behind him flew past his stone like the wind, and killed the people who were still running in front. The bloody killing began.

Followers were slashed one after another, and casualties continued to expand. The robbers became more and more excited, but the people who were running ahead were almost desperate, and they could not even have a trace of resistance.

The expression on Corion's face twitched, and anger had already filled his chest. However, their disadvantage was too great to even resist. Once they stopped, they would inevitably be killed in an instant.

Wailing sounded one after another in the team, and each sounded meant the death of a follower. After they rushed out of the woods, more than half of the 50-person team had died, with less than twenty people left.

However, what is desperate is that there are no troops waiting behind the woods, and there are no people on the empty avenue. Here is only about two kilometers away from the small town in the target, and then the last two kilometers have become their desperate distance.

"Hahaha, there is no army at all. They are lying!" The robbers laughed, and their momentum had reached their peak.

Corion sighed lightly, stopped and turned around. Without the obstacles of the trees, it would be meaningless for them to escape.
Chapter completed!