The truck that was originally in the middle was now the last truck in the queue. Rosen stood sluggishly on the truck, his body maintaining a strange balance and standing upright.
The arrows shot passed by him as if they were avoiding him, but they could not hurt the fool at all. He stared blankly at the chasing robbers and the disappeared cage car, his eyes wandering and drooling.
"Captain, our...our...cat...is lost again." Rosen laughed out loud stupidly, and Claudius, who heard his voice, cursed angrily.
"Nonsense! You idiot! In this situation, only one person can survive. Who cares about cats!"
No matter how fast the carriage runs, it can't stop the bandits from traveling lightly. They no longer shoot arrows to avoid hurting their own people. A robber wearing shabby mail armor chased after him with his riding crop raised, and soon he was level with Rosen's carriage.
He pulled out a machete for chopping wood, while Rosen, who stood upright on the truck board, was as unresponsive to the coming danger as a fish waiting to be slaughtered.
Anya turned her head and shouted "Be careful!" at him. Rosen finally realized something and looked at the robber with squinting eyes.
The robber was also startled by Rosen's appearance of being neither a man nor a woman, nor a human nor a ghost. He paused briefly with the knife in his hand and finally slashed it towards Rosen's head.
The children were so frightened that they cried and screamed, and the dwarf driving the car was so anxious that he was sweating.
Just when Cesare and Anya thought that this fool was about to die, Rosen actually raised his hand and pinched the blade that was coming towards him with two fingers as easily as a bug. , now it was the robber's turn to sweat with surprise.
With seemingly a gentle tug, the machete was snatched away from the robber's hand by the strange strength that could suppress the lion with one hand, and the other hand was stretched out to grab the robber's clothes.
A normal person would never risk losing his balance on a speeding carriage and make such a move, but Rosen's mind was not normal.
The robber was so frightened that he pulled on the reins and tried to distance himself quickly. The horse underneath him was unable to react in time on the narrow dirt road. One hoof sank into a grass pit on the side of the road, and he and the horse fell directly into the woods.
Just as Rosen was relieved, more bandits came up on horseback, and some even jumped out of the woods again and headed straight for Cesare and his carriage.
The man was wearing light armor that shone with silver light and a helmet on his head.
Judging from the equipment, he was at least the little leader of this gang of bad guys. The robber kept a steady speed to keep the horse parallel to the carriage, while he slowly found his balance and stood up from the horse, jumped up, and hung his elbows on the horse. The edge of the roof of the carriage.
The situation was not good, so Cesare quickly found his balance and tried to stand up from the carriage. He saw that the other party was about to climb onto the roof of the carriage. If he rushed over hastily, he would also risk falling off the carriage.
He took the bone staff in his hand and struck it hard against the sole of his foot. The bottom end of the bone collided with the metal ceiling and made a muffled sound, but there were only a few wisps of poor grass-root-like mycelium. Responding to Cesare's call, he climbed all the way from the wheel to the carriage and then to Cesare's bone staff.
This place is too far from the ground, and the rapid movement of the carriage makes it impossible for the mycelium on the ground to react. Even if magic is used instead, it will not work at all in this kind of place.
Anya seemed to see the problem. She stabilized her body and was about to get up to help Cesare, but was suddenly stopped by the bone staff in Cesare's hand.
"No, just keep holding on tight and leave it to me." As he said that, the robber in light armor climbed up at this time, pulled out the sword blade from the scabbard at his waist, and looked at the sword in front of him. The boy who wanted to resist couldn't help laughing.
Judging from the body shape, the man was in his prime. Whether it was the maintenance of balance or the advantages of equipment and strength, the opponent was obviously superior.
The robber approached Cesare slowly as if joking, and a threatening voice came from under his visor. "I don't like killing children, why don't you jump off yourself?"
And when he looked at Anya who was holding on to the side of the car, the robbers who had been haunting this ghost place all year round had never seen a young lady from a rich family. She had never seen such a fair-skinned and beautiful face and beautiful and clear eyes. The robber's tone was like that. Become frivolous.
"Ouch! This is a pretty girl. After I kill all the others, are you going to come with me alive or will you be taken away by me dead?"
"Well... next time, I already have a companion for this trip." Anya smiled politely and looked at Cesare's back. "What do you think, Cesare-san?"
"No loan for the moment." Cesare responded to Anya, taking advantage of the moment when the bandit underestimated the enemy and was distracted, he took a steady step forward, turned the bone staff in his hand, and stabbed the opponent's weakly protected neck. .
The robber still wanted to speak eloquently, but as soon as the words came to his throat, his Adam's apple was blocked by the force concentrated in one place. The robber made a strange "click" sound, almost stopped breathing, and was forced to move backwards with his feet. After a few steps, he was busy swinging his left and right arms to stabilize his balance so as not to fall off the carriage.
"Boy! You are looking for death!" the bandit roared, veins popping out in the hand holding the sword hilt. He swung the sword at Cesare but was blocked by the weird cane.
The robber couldn't understand, but Cesare knew very well that in terms of hardness, what was extracted from the monster's body was not comparable to ordinary bones. The strength of the opponent's sword swing was just a scratch when encountering a real monster. It's just itchy.
With the help of his skill, Cesare unhurriedly spotted the timing and rhythm of the opponent's sword swing and blocked all the blades. He seized the opportunity when the opponent was breathing irregularly, and once again used the bone staff to push the robber's body back. .
It didn't take long for him to be forced back to the edge of the roof again. In the final analysis, he was just a third-rate guy who only picked weak persimmons, and Cesare had experienced scenes a thousand times more terrifying than him.
Cesare's steps forward became more determined, while cold sweat broke out from under the bandit's visor. It was as if all his actions were seen through by this little kid with no hair. He became more and more panicked and retreated faster and faster until there was no way to retreat.
Cesare suddenly lunged forward, completely ignoring his own balance, and slammed his whole body into the robber's body, causing the opponent to lose his final balance.
The robber's foot slipped and his entire body was dragged down onto the roof of the car by the weight of his armor. In the end, he seemed to have cursed something, but it was completely covered by the sound of the wind.
All he could hear was a scream of "Ah!", followed by a huge clanking sound as it hit the ground. The helmet that was supposed to protect him twisted his neck at this moment, and the robber's body He sank into the mud in an extremely twisted posture and could never stand up again.
As for Cesare, his actions just now also caused his body to completely lose his balance. However, his body kept tilting infinitely towards the outside of the carriage, while his feet stood firmly on the roof of the carriage as if fixed by steel nails.
The few strands of mycelium that had just been summoned were not wasted by Cesare. It was like a cluster of strong vines gathered on Cesare's ankle, clinging Cesare to the roof of the car, so that he did not fall down. Go down.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, and Cesare swallowed repeatedly while breathing. Such a plan was still too risky. When his body slowly moved back to a safe place, Cesare couldn't help but slumped down.
He thought that if the hyphae were not as strong as he expected, then he would probably be buried in the forest with the robber.
When one thing is not settled, another thing arises. Before Cesare could catch his breath, Claudius, who was driving in front, roared loudly again. "There's a trip wire ahead! Think of a way!"
Cesare was so shocked that he held his breath. There were still bandits in the woods not far ahead, and they had tied tripwires made of hemp rope and leather between two large trees at a suitable distance in advance. It is also covered with sharp barbs. If a carriage hits it, it will be knocked over.
But what else can be done? Just when Claudius had to tighten the reins and stop the carriage to surrender, a crossbow arrow was shot from the roof of the carriage and shot straight and accurately through the rope.
Before the ambushing robbers realized that the trip wire had broken, two consecutive carriages from the circus had already passed through their confident trap without any damage.
When Cesare looked to the side, he saw Anya holding the edge with one hand and holding the crossbow in the other hand still aiming. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the road ahead, Anya found her balance and turned over, lying on her back on the roof of the car, just in time to look into Cesare's eyes.
"I told you this hand crossbow would come in handy."
"No, you definitely never said that you didn't even discuss it with me when you secretly took it away." Cesare said seriously. Claudius loosened his sweat-soaked hands and coughed twice deliberately to attract attention.
"Okay, okay, if you two want to strengthen your relationship, you will have plenty of time in the future. Can you please look back and see if anyone is still chasing us?"
The surroundings were surprisingly quiet. When I looked to the rear, I saw that for some reason the robbers had indeed stopped chasing. They killed a carriage and several child laborers. Fortunately, the main body of the convoy luckily escaped the interception.
The dwarf driving the truck behind was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, while Rosen sat on the truck with his knees in his arms as if he had no idea what had happened.
Because there were fewer children, the free space was much wider. He stared blankly at the sky, wondering what he was thinking about or not thinking about at all.
Until I heard the deafening roar of the lion roaring out from the forest behind, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains. I could still hear it clearly from a long distance away. The robbers were screaming and wailing.
"What a big cat! Where did the cat come from! Help--" The voice continued to move forward as the carriage moved forward, and was finally completely submerged in the forest and became a thing of the past.
