Chapter 274: Woodcutter in the Western Regions
The streets and markets in Loulan City are always overcrowded. After all, this is a famous commercial capital in the Western Region. In terms of trade influence alone, it is also considered among the countries in the Western Region. All this is due to the hard work of the city lord Xiao Yuanfeng. The last time he successfully blocked the invasion of a wave of horse thieves, it was invisibly good news in the eyes of merchants in the Western Regions.
The merchants from the Western Regions are the best in the world!
Since trade routes in the Western Regions are extremely difficult to open, merchants in the Western Regions are more sensitive to news than merchants and merchants in other places. For example, in recent days, a piece of gossip about the "firewood collector" has spread among merchants.
The woodcutter is not someone who actually goes up the mountain to chop wood. There are many deserts in the Western Region, most of which are composed of oasis city-states. It is extremely rare to see vast stretches of jungle, so there is no need to collect firewood. This "firewood collector from the Western Regions" has only begun to show his prominence in recent days. This person's whereabouts are secretive and he never shows his true face.
Wearing a horse thief's raincoat and carrying a sword at his waist, this outfit looks extremely weird. However, this man was very ruthless and specialized in killing all kinds of horse thieves, but he did not harm the common people or merchants Qiu Qiu.
There is naturally no shortage of capable people and chivalrous people in the world, but everything they do must have a motive, whether it is for fame or greed for profit. Like this "firewood man", there are very few people who remain anonymous.
I heard from some horse thieves who slipped through the net that this "woodcutter from the Western Regions" was particularly good at using knives, and his "Mo Dao Technique" was extremely sharp. But it is not like the fighting skills used in the army. Anyone who fights with it feels that fighting with it is very strange.
Perhaps it is this mystery and weirdness that makes him a frequently discussed topic in recent days.
"Shopkeeper Xun, if you succeed in this business, it will be enough for you to return to the Ming Dynasty and have a few more concubines." A man said with a smile. As he spoke, he poured a cup of tea for the man opposite.
"Hey, horse thieves are so popular these days, I'm afraid it's a waste of life to make money." Opposite him was a young man in his thirties. He picked up a tea cup and blew away the foam, saying with a wry smile.
"Yes, Boss Chen almost lost his life the day before when he had a deal with Black Castle." At this point, the man deliberately lowered his voice and said to shopkeeper Xun.
"Oh, I heard about it too. They said they were attacked by horse thieves." Shopkeeper Xun put down the tea cup in his hand and answered.
"But that's not all. I have an old relationship with Boss Chen, and I heard he is a big thief!"
In the countries of the Western Regions, although there is only one word difference between horse thief and big horse thief, the actual meanings are very different.
The boss surnamed Xun asked in astonishment: "What? A big horse thief! Then, how did he survive?"
His companion quietly made a chopping motion, and judging from his mouth shape, he should have said "woodcutter".
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Dalamt looked at the wild sand rolling up in the sky and the subordinates hiding in cloaks behind him. He would never continue to drive in such a sandstorm unless it was absolutely necessary. But the scene in the Thousand Machines Palace of Black Castle a few days ago still often appeared in front of his eyes.
Dalamt knew in his heart that neither he nor his tribe had a choice in this matter.
"My third boss, the woodcutter is still hanging far behind! I can't get rid of him!" A horse thief said in a deep voice with anger and exhaustion on his face.
Another horse thief spat hard on the ground and said bitterly: "Third Master, let me lead a dozen brothers to charge again! I don't believe this man is made of iron, can't he use up all his strength?!"
Dallamt's gloomy eyes looked back, as if looking at the mysterious woodcutter for a moment through the yellow sand in the sky.
"Don't worry about him. As long as he doesn't take the initiative to attack our team, let him follow!" As the third master of the Bachi Man, he has been preparing for the battle with the main force of Loulan City these days, and naturally he has also inquired about some information.
This strange man known as the "Firewood Cutter of the Western Regions" has been wandering around the Western Regions for many days. There were more than a dozen groups of horse thieves, large and small, that he destroyed. Although in terms of strength, none of the horse thieves could compete with a large tribe of horse thieves like the Bachiman, it also showed that the opponent's strength had long surpassed those The unqualified warrior has entered the third level and the twelfth level.
Therefore, under the leadership of Dalamt, this team of horse thieves accelerated their movement and ignored the woodcutter behind them. But many things are destined to backfire.
When the group of horse thieves stopped to rest again, the figure wearing a raincoat and bamboo hat had already appeared in everyone's sight.
The slender Mo Dao has a trace of blood when seen from a distance. Under the bamboo hat, the appearance of this person cannot be clearly seen. Judging from the body shape alone, he is not as strong as the horse thief in the Western Regions, but a little thin. He looks Like a student traveling a long distance. This is why those horse thieves are always ready to lead a counterattack and kill them.
But Daramt knew in his heart that this thin-looking man was no worse than himself in strength, and even made him feel faintly threatened.
"Hmph! Death of a man and a bird in the sky! Boys, follow me and charge!"
As the saying goes, the Clay Bodhisattva still has some anger, let alone this big horse thief who has been traversing the desert for many years. It may also be that the young man from the Demon Cult put too much pressure on him a few days ago. Now that he was faced with such a similar person again, he suddenly felt excited.
The wild sands of the Western Regions have created a unique field battle system for the countries in the Western Regions. In field battles with less than a thousand people, the combat effectiveness of the horse thieves in the Western Regions is recognized as the strongest in the world! Even if Emperor Luo Yun's army, armed with magic-breaking crossbows, faced off against the horse thieves of the Western Regions in the wild sand at this level, it would be a life-or-death outcome.
At this time, the opponent only has one person and one horse. If this person does not escape, defeat will almost become inevitable. After all, manpower is sometimes exhausted, and it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. Once the horse thieves charge, they can kill some martial arts masters alive by heaping human lives.
Looking at the galloping horse thieves and cavalry, the woodcutter from the Western Regions slowly raised his Mo Dao horizontally, clamped his legs under his crotch, and the horse also speeded up, preparing to fight.
Dalamt led the team in front and naturally bore the brunt. He knew that his opponent was very strong, so he stopped hiding and directly used his magic power. The dark true energy wrapped his fists to form a layer of fists. The moment he faced the enemy, he immediately jumped into the air and swung a punch straight towards the opponent Mo Dao.
The fine iron sword is a standard weapon and is a common equipment in many countries. It is easy to find on the black market and is not expensive. After all, except for military soldiers, few warriors are willing to use such bulky weapons.
It can even be said that any warrior with a certain foundation in sword skills will choose a lighter or shorter knife.
There are indeed not many people who use knives like the firewood collectors in the Western Regions. This is also the point that Durhamt is most confused about.
It wasn't until his Quan Gang and Mo Dao took over that this Malaysian thief who had been traversing the desert for more than ten years truly realized what the problem was.
