On the evening of the last day he was about to arrive, Oster had just finished finishing the stewed meat hot pot in the dining car. Oster squinted for a while, and suddenly there was a loud noise and the world started to spin. What was supposed to come had finally arrived.
Oster was beaten to pieces, and he climbed out of the carriage through the window. He saw that the rails had been blown apart, and all three carriages had derailed and overturned. There were people riding horses and shouting everywhere. After taking a few steps, a sharp knife was placed across his neck.
Ahead, the robber slashed the coachman, and the passengers screamed and ran away. Relying on the speed of their horses, the bandits quickly captured most of the travelers, drove them together, and searched for money one by one.
The beauty of the dark night shouted, "I don't have money, you can come and rob me if you want!" She was kicked over by a robber, who also said, "Don't think I don't know, elves are all thousands of years old, long ago It’s just pure black.”
Oster was ordered to squat on the ground with his head in his hands, thinking that these robbers dared to fight not far from the town, and there were no officers and soldiers patrolling. It seemed that the law and order was indeed chaotic in the year of the disaster.
He raised his head and saw two robbers dragging the seriously injured troll businessman out of the carriage and roughly throwing him aside. Oster hurriedly approached and saw that the troll businessman had been seriously injured on his head, with blood flowing all over the floor. He was already unconscious. He must have been hit in the head by a heavy object when the car overturned.
Oster's healing spell had been used up when he removed the serf mark, so he could only watch and worry. He thought there might be bandages and first-aid medicine in the carriage, so he stood up and walked toward the overturned train. After taking just two steps, he was blocked by the robber;
"What are you doing, kid? Don't you want to live?"
"He was dying and I had to find bandages to treat him," Oster said.
The robber scolded, "Squat down and put your head in your hands!"
Oster remained unmoved and continued walking around them.
"It seems you want to see the Holy Light before that ghost guy!" Several sharp knives struck at Oster's back at the same time.
However, they are all like being cut in the air and passing through the body. Oster's body was covered with a dazzling white light shield, and a huge crown made of light was suspended thirty centimeters above his head.
The robbers were all dumbfounded and began to chop with their knives. However, it was still useless, and none of the blades could touch Oster.
[Blessing of protection, spell level 2, type protection, immune to physical attacks, no collision, duration 30 seconds. 】
The robbers were all shocked. One of them recognized it and said, "This crown... is the holy magic of those holy knights. It is invulnerable and very evil. This person is from the church!"
The remaining robbers hesitated and looked at each other, obviously they were afraid of provoking the Holy Light forces.
A rich and powerful robber scolded the others, "What's wrong with the church? There are so many of us, so surround this guy. Their spells have a duration. When they fail, chop him to death with one piece!" This man is obviously The leader, he was the one who killed the coachman just now.
Seeing the robbers coming up again and surrounding him, Auster shook his head and said, "If you really have the ability, go rob the government and the church. There is much more money there than these small businessmen. But it's all in vain." Said, people like you have always bullied the weak and feared the strong."
Seeing that the protective blessing on Oster's body dimmed and shrank as time ran out, until it completely disappeared, the robbers surrounding him slashed at him with their knives. Auster unhurriedly pulled out the dagger from his waist, and with just one wave, a golden storm formed around him, quickly spinning in a circle and knocking all the robbers around him to the ground.
[Holy Storm, spell level 3, weapon effect, range attack, causes physical/holy damage. 】
The robbers who fell to the ground had all their weapons knocked off, and had varying degrees of scratches on their arms or chests. They screamed and backed away with their hands and feet. Only the leader of the robbers remained standing;
However, he didn't fall down not because he blocked the attack. The robber leader slowly lowered his head and saw in disbelief the blood spurting out from under his neck - his throat had been cut directly by the sword wind; he staggered forward two steps and suddenly fell to the ground dead.
"This man just killed the coachman, so he took his life to pay for it." Auster looked around at the other frightened robbers and said slowly;
"I know that in years of great disasters, many farmers or ordinary citizens who have suffered disasters have turned into bandits. I will not and do not want to interfere in your affairs. I only advise you to make money without risking your life, and do not wield a knife against innocent people. , this is the basic conscience - why are you still standing there, get out of here!"
The thieves hurriedly rolled and crawled to the horses, mounted their horses and fled.
Although he knew that these people would definitely not repent, Auster did not let them go because of the onset of Madonna's disease; it was just that the education he received in his previous life made it difficult for him to kill so many people at the same time. Even with justifiable reasons, he felt that no one had the right to kill without trial unless one life was repaid for another.
The businessmen were overjoyed, thanked Oster profusely, and then went to the carriage to rescue their luggage and belongings. The night elf rushed to Oster and said, "Benefactor, if you don't mind, I am willing to give you my life!"
Oster walked around her and said, "Shut up if you dislike her. Are you just saying this when you meet people?"
An Ye was left confused and said to himself, "My sisters all said that there are many young men here in the human race, and they are all very hungry, so I traveled thousands of miles to come here by boat. Why is it different from what was promised? ah!"
Auster found a bandage in the overturned carriage and hurried back to the troll. After bandaging, the latter's wound still couldn't stop, his breath was weak, and he was bleeding too much. The ground was soaked in a large area, and he was probably going to die. It seems that trolls have extraordinary self-healing powers and can regenerate severed limbs. These are also rumors created by the human race to demonize enemy countries.
The dying troll held Oster's hand with a three-fingered hand and said, "I heard what you just said. Although we met by chance, you are worthy of...trust. Please do me one last favor, in the clothes on my chest. , there is a letter...very important, please send it to...Western Wilderness...People's Army."
Oster found the letter in the troll's clothes, half soaked in blood. Oster asked, "Who in the People's Army should I give it to? If possible, can you tell me what the mission reward is."
The troll suddenly stretched his hand forward, his cloudy eyes widened, and said "Atal'alarion joratox Hakkar!..."
After finishing speaking, his hands dropped suddenly and his eyes closed. Oster was shocked. There was no Troll language in his language library. "Brother, can you speak Common Language? I don't understand this..." Looking at the Troll again, he had no breath.
This golden-eyed troll left a deep impression on Oster, and may he return to the Loa of Faith.
After burying the troll and the coachman with everyone, Oster set out on the road on foot. Fortunately, we were not far from the town, and we arrived in less than a day's walk.
