Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 142: The Master of Road Robbery

“To do something? What are you doing so late? Tell me...” Claude is suddenly a little happy. Is this for the door? Ignoring the two figures blocking the road, he asked softly and kept moving forward.

“I told you to get the fuck out of here, didn't you hear me?” A dark shadow raged, rubbing his fist and walking over, looking like he was trying to teach Claude a harsh lesson.

Claude sees a lot like this, and when he's not close enough for five seconds, Claude knocks it over the floor and steps on another foot.

“Tell me, what bad things would you black snakes do here?” Claude pushed hard on his feet, and the color rubbed his face against the ground.

Another shadow walked two steps forward. I didn't expect his partner to be taken down so quickly. Now he's standing up there. No, not back. When he saw Claude torturing his companion with his feet, he mustered courage and shouted: "Stop, let him go! ”

“By the way, forget about the other one.” Claude thinks it's better to change the target because the underground one is tough and the scalp is frictionally bleeding or not eating.

One foot kicked on this head lying on the ground, this muffled snort passed out. Claude walked forward to the figure, who panicked and shook a dagger out of his waist: "You, you stay away, come here, me, I have a knife. ”

Claude ignored him and kept moving forward.

The man in front saw Claude approaching step by step and finally panicked. As soon as he threw the dagger in his hand towards Claude, he ran and yelled: "Come on, somebody, yes, there is...”

A magic flying arrow hit his ass, and he lay down on the spot: “Boost...”

It hurts. Claude looked a little sweaty and was aiming at his thigh. I didn't know this guy was a little short leg and he shot him in the ass. This injury, even if rescued, is a paralyzed job.

Without Claude approaching, this guy has passed out in pain.

Thinking about it, Claude used to search the two guys on the ground again, and unfortunately, the money around them didn't add up to a silver taller.

“Holy shit, how can you be so poor and have a face to hang out with?” Claude, low down the chute to.

There was a rush of footsteps coming from the front corner, and it was clear that the noise of the guy who had fainted earlier had spooked the person who was doing the work ahead.

The alley was dark and only rarely visible. Claude admired the four men who the snake would rush to. How could he look so good and tell at a glance that he was not one of them?

Crap, Claude was wearing a robe that looked like a black bat, and the two lying on the ground were worn out wool coats, so obviously you'd recognize them.

As soon as he saw his two companions fall to the ground, Claude reached out in their arms and stroked, the four members of the Black Snake Club immediately blew up and each pulled out his weapon and rushed over.

“Fuck this son of a bitch and rob our heads. ”

Seventy-eight meters away, unfortunately they didn't have a chance to rush in front of Claude. Prepared Claude Shaking Hands is four magical flying arrows, which is far enough for him to lay the four Black Snake members down.

“Oops...”

“Ah!”

“Boom, uh...”

The first two normally covered the wound and fell to the ground, but the third was unlucky and unlucky, just in front of the last companion, who was born with a magical arrow. Muffled and pounded, no breath.

If you get rescued by a magic flying arrow and can get it back in time, you'll be killed by two. After all, this is equivalent to taking a gunshot at close range, opening a small hole in even a thick wooden door, let alone a weaker human body than a wooden door.

Even though Claude aimed mostly at his stomach and lower abdomen, he didn't mind if the shot was meant to be harmful, so close he only cared if it hit him, but he didn't care if it hurt his life. Anyway, the more of these black snakes die, the better. There are already a lot of Black Snake members on hand. How about a few more?

In the blink of an eye, the three companions fell to the ground, and the last lucky member of the Black Snake who had escaped a magical flying arrow frightened DeLima to go any further and looked at the black figure less than three or four meters away from him, and he had to tremble.

Just then, the clouds in the sky revealed a crevice, and a slice of moonlight fell out of the crevice. The alley became a little bright. He finally saw Claude in his outfit, in his dark robe, in his mask, with a black mask on his face... his mind glistened, and the horrible scenes and rumors in his memory flashed in his head, and he immediately knew who he was facing.

“Tap.” He fell on the ground with an axe in his hand, and immediately he knelt down: “No, don't kill me, Master Mage, my lord, I, I surrender...”

Claude was about to send another magical flying arrow to get this leaky fish down, but he didn't think the rest of the Black Snake members were soft eggs, not only kneeling down, but crying out for forgiveness. Just listening to him beg for forgiveness, Claude was a little stunned: "You, you know me. ”

The Black Snake member looked at Claude's robe and nodded desperately: "You, the Master of Mages, please, forgive me, my offense...”

Claude looked at the robe he was wearing and understood that this outfit had slaughtered many members of the Black Snake Society, and it appeared that most of the Black Snake Association members knew such a magician who liked to wear a hood robe and had already hurt many of them by confronting them.

“What are you black snakes doing in this alley at night and blocking the road?” Claude asked faintly.

This member of the Black Snake on his knees only understands why this mysterious magician has turned against himself again. It is a scourge. You will not go too late, but you will pass through this alley at this time. And these people are also in bad luck. I chose to do things at this time. Didn't you rush to death...

“Master Mage, our second chief is taking us to the shark club to negotiate on the shares of the seven taverns in the common dock area.” This Black Snake member hastily and honestly told them what they were going to do.

“Negotiate with a shark?” Claude, when you think about it, there's something wrong: "Will you negotiate with a shark here? Are you fucking kidding me, Shark? In this alley? The common dock area is their place...”

“No, it's true, Master Mage, you don't know that Gerard's head, now acting chairman of the shark club, lives in this alley, so Gerard comes back here every night. Our Black Snake Club Second Leader led us to block them, just to get Gerard to sign shares in seven taverns in the Pier area...”

“I don't think so. Didn't you say you black snakes would be in trouble with sharks until the merchant fleet got back? I heard your boss made a personal pledge at the town hall. ”

“Well, you don't know, Master Mage, it's mid-February, but the merchant fleet hasn't come back. They are said not to be able to return, so the peace agreement between us, the Black Snake and the Shark Society, is null and void. As for the promises our boss made in the town hall, it doesn't count anymore. Because all the town councillors who sponsored the peace agreement have been dismissed from public office, no one cares about them...”

Claude grinned, unexpectedly his father, Mr. Morsan, was also one of the big men who suppressed the Black Snake Club.

“Now that White Deer Town is our biggest Black Snake Club, our boss is squadron leader of the guard squadron, so our two leaders went to the Shark Club Gerard to negotiate to get the stake in the tavern and drive the shark out of the common dock. ”

This member of the Black Snake, kneeling on the ground, is still chatting. Claude said, "Surely, the Black Snakes will not implement the peace accord so well, Father, they will begin to suppress the sharks as soon as they are dismissed, and this is still the case with their boss training in the barracks." Without training and a town marshal, just because these two underground societies are bleeding out of their minds, a few people won't stop dying every day.

“Do you have money?” Claude asked suddenly.

“Uh, there's, there's money.” Kneeling Black Snake member didn't understand what the problem was, but he answered honestly, afraid to piss off Claude.

“How much? ”

Black Snake members rushed out of their pockets: “I, I have a silver tower with three riazos and a little more. ”

Claude walked over and grabbed a handful of his purse, pointing to the three of his companions on the ground: "Search them for me and find all the money. Come on, if there's anything to hide, I want you to look good...”

The style changed too quickly. The Black Snake members didn't reflect it. Some couldn't touch their heads: "Master Fa, Master Mage, what are you doing? ”

“Hurry up, didn't those two roadblocks say they were going to rob me, just now you said I was robbing you, so I don't want to disappoint you, officially rob you once, hope that the money around you will satisfy me. Tell me if you don't have the money, just cut off one hand or one foot. ”

This member of the Black Snake clung to his companion. It's been mixed up for a long time. He knows exactly where his companion's money is hidden. He won't have three more purses in his hand. Fearing Claude would get angry because of too little money, he also threw down a gold ring worn by a partner.

When he touched the wallet, a less injured companion tried to resist, but he slapped him on the face: “Paralyzed, labor is saving you, don't ignore the good. ”

Three purses and a gold ring were held in the hands of this member of the Black Snake who was still kneeling on the ground.

“Pour it all in a bag. See how much it's got?” Claude said, turning to the hand axe he had picked up from the ground.

The Black Snake member stared at Claude's slow spinning hand axe and “grunted” so easily swallowed a large mouthful of saliva that he hurriedly lowered his head and counted the coins in his pocket through the bright moonlight.

“Master Mage, my lord, there are two silver tallers, four riasos, seven sodium saffinis, and six pennies...”

“Paralysis, poor bastards. Wouldn't you bring some extra money out here?” Claude scolded viciously.

The black snake member on his knees wanted to say that they had never paid for anything in the slums, and they had nothing to buy. They were afraid to go in the big shops, they had a background, they couldn't provoke it. At best, they get worthless food and drinks from the stalls of the hawkers in the slums. If they don't have to gamble with their peers at night, maybe he won't bring money...

“There's a ring on that hand over there, you take it off.” The magician in front pointed behind him and said.

Impossible, who has the ring I don't know yet, but he still turns his head to obey, then there is a wind, his head is axed back, before he passed out, he only has one thought: to fall for it...