Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

Carter is different from ordinary civilians. He is quite talented in hunting. Although he is only less than 20 years old, he has already learned all the skills of old hunters, especially in archery. As long as he has a good bow, he can He can accurately shoot leaves falling in the wind from a distance of three to four hundred meters. Unfortunately, the bow at home has been taken away by the soldiers. Now he only has a slingshot that his father gave him as a toy when he was a child.

There are many monsters in the wilderness. The cartel relies on the excrement of these monsters to identify their types and territory. There are no dangers along the way, and they even shot down two tits with a slingshot.

Although the tits didn't have much meat, they could at least help his body that was severely lacking in nutrition to recover a little and support him so that he could successfully reach Bangor City.

There are the skeletons of refugees everywhere along the way. Some of them were killed by monsters. Such skeletons have basically been chewed to pieces. Some were killed by people. They usually have missing arms or limbs. Legs, the killer relies on part of the body of the deceased to survive, but maybe he will become a brand new prey in the next step of the journey.

Every time they see these skeletons, the cartel will quickly avoid them. Silver City has been haunted by undead before. Who knows if these horrific corpses will get up and say hello to you in the next second?

I don’t know how long I’ve been gone.

It's just that the sky is getting dark.

The halo of the setting sun is as cloudy as the eyes of a dying person.

After climbing over a hill.

Cartel finally saw a city lying quietly in the wilderness.

Behind the city are towering snow-capped mountains and lush green forests. The blood-red sunset is slanting on a corner of the snow-capped mountains. The afterglow coats the city and the woods with a layer of gold. This scene is peaceful and beautiful, but what about Qatar? He couldn't feel at ease, and the hope in his eyes dimmed, because he saw a group of refugees staggering on the wasteland of Bangor City, their shadows stretched very long, like lonely ghosts.

It seems that Bangor City is the same as Black Tower City.

In fact, he should have thought of it a long time ago. After all, the lord of Bangor City is also affiliated with Earl Reg, so it is normal for them to enact the same exploitative policy.

The scale of this wave of refugees was very large, with hundreds of people. Cartel thought about the miserable appearance of the merchants in Black Tower City, and he couldn't help but worry about his uncle. There was no difference between civilians and merchants to the lord, and they were not as good as pigs or dogs. , are all objects of exploitation.

Thinking about things.

The cartels are also moving closer to the refugee groups.

He crouched, hiding his figure in the undulating terrain, and was very cautious.

Refugees are not necessarily friendly.

They may maintain a superficial unity, and this bond called "companions" binds their final bottom line, but this does not mean that they will maintain a friendly attitude towards an outsider, because they are too hungry.

"So hungry..." As the cartel got closer and closer, the noisy moans of the refugees reached his ears.

"Starved to death, starved to death..."

"Where should we go? Where can we find something to eat?"

"Wow wow wow -" This is the cry of a baby.

The young mother quickly covered her child's mouth. The harsh crying would further aggravate the nerves of these refugees. Maybe in the next second, their eyes when looking at the baby would change from pity to greed.

The last rays of the setting sun disappear behind the mountains.

The cartel cat was in the shadows, carefully searching for his uncle among the refugees. However, after all the refugees passed by, he did not see his uncle. There were only two reasons for this, one good and one bad.

The good thing is that my uncle is still in Bangor City and has not been driven out by the brutal city lord and became a refugee. The bad thing is that my uncle may have died long ago.

Cartel did not intend to mix with these refugees. He wanted to sneak into Bangor City to find out about his uncle before deciding whether to stay or go. He gradually left the refugee group and slipped towards Bangor City, but he had not taken two steps. , another group of people appeared in his sight from behind a hill.

Another group of refugees?

Cartel squinted his eyes. In his field of vision, the group of men and horses were getting closer and closer, almost forming a dark line on the hills. The sound of the collision of soldiers and armor came. Their footsteps were vigorous, the sound of footsteps roared, and the dust was raised. It is definitely not comparable to those weak refugees.

Excluding the possibility of it being Bangor City's army, there is only one result left.

This is a group of robbers!

Cartel's palms were sweating, and his soul was full of ghosts.

There is still room for maneuver when encountering beasts or monsters in the wilderness, but there is absolutely no possibility of escape when encountering bandits.

Moreover, the number of these bandits was extremely large, and the team spread out for two to three hundred meters. Cartel didn't know how he could escape from the bandit group's attack range by leaping two to three hundred meters in a few seconds. He could only turn around and use all his strength. He ran in the direction of the refugees with all his strength. The only way to survive was to hang out with those refugees.

Collier, the leader of the Gray Wind Bandit Group, also noticed the young man running wildly in the wilderness, but he didn't pay attention to it, and neither did the bandits around him.

They shouted loudly, waving weapons in their hands and approaching the refugees.

When the refugees saw the robbers, they immediately became confused and scattered in all directions, fleeing like green-headed flies.

But how fast can their frail bodies run?

It didn't take long for the bandits to catch up. The bandits drove these poor refugees together like hungry wolves driving sheep, and then completely surrounded them.

"We are the Gray Wind Bandits. Meeting us means you are in luck!"

Collier laughed.

He held a whip in his hand and sat astride a tall horse, pacing with dignity in front of the refugees who were huddled on the ground with their heads in their hands. The chainmail on his body made a "click-click" sound with the footsteps of the horse, and the hot breath in his mouth was blurred. His face looked like a devil in the dim light.

"Now let's play a game." Collier announced loudly to the refugees: "I will hold a 100-meter race later. There will be a group of fifty people. The top ten can join our Gray Wind Bandit Group and become a team." A glorious and powerful robber, the last ten will become slaves, and the middle thirty will serve as slave workers. Come on, run for your destiny!"

Following Collier's order, the bandits' encirclement expanded lengthwise, forming a rectangular encirclement about 150 steps long.

They stood in two lines, about five meters apart. This was the runway they prepared for the refugees.

After a while.

As Collier hit the shield with the long sword in his hand, there was a crisp sound of "dang".

Fifty ragged refugees were driven towards the "finish" by the bandits.

They were panting and rolling.

Every step seemed to take all of my strength.

"Damn it! Run!"

"The one with the mole on his face, I bought you to win. If you don't make the top ten, I will kill you, I promise!"

"Hahahaha, so interesting~"

Amid the laughter and cheers of the surrounding bandits, they ran for their lives without knowing why.

Maybe it's to stay alive.