Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 144: Robbery complete

Claude climbed up, and he fell in the alley, forced by the Black Snake member with the sharp knife to retreat here. Fortunately, this section of the alley has come to an end, and the space is relatively open, giving Claude room to evade.

You can't look down on your opponent at any time. I didn't expect a regular Black Snake Guard to make you look like this. If it wasn't for the adventure to cast the magic flying arrow, it would be hard to say who the deer died, maybe the gully would have tumbled the boat.

I am not a true warrior, but I have mastered a warfare spell such as Magic Flying Arrow. There's nothing wrong with dealing with the black snake clutter and clutter, but I don't know if it's going to work for a real magician. The last time he ambushed himself in the woods, an energy shield left him with no choice. If it weren't for the other side, and if there was nothing reliable about combat magic, the winner who stood still would never be himself.

Claude reflected on himself every time he went through it, which was his greatest advantage. Now he is no exception, he feels too dependent on the magic flying arrow as a combat spell, he thinks that with magic flying arrow against the black snake will be invincible, so too careless, just so big to say robbery.

If you take a remote arrow protection spell on yourself before you go to the door, you don't have to throw away a small hand axe even if you're being targeted by two stone crossbows and a hunting crossbow. That way, even if the guy with the sharp knife came up, he could totally block himself with the little hand axe in his hand and beat him to the ground. This is better than taking that sharp knife with your bare hands. At least you won't go back and forth so loud. Luckily, the alley is a little bigger here, otherwise you can't avoid it...

Now that all six Black Snake members are down in the yard, at least four are out of breath. Just to make Claude wonder, how come there's so much noise in the yard, nobody even comes out to check it out, what the hell? You have to be careful.

Again, taking a remote arrow protection spell on himself, Claude re-entered the yard, walked to the three shark club members lying on the ground, and easily found the guard who had fallen to the ground with his injuries, kicked him with his foot and kicked him: "Get up, don't play dead, you know you're okay. Get up and get ready to lie on the ground for the rest of your life. ”

The guard of this shark club on the ground climbed up gruntly and knelt directly on the ground: “Master Mage, forgive me, I am not one of them, I am also a victim, look at my face, they also beat me...”

All right, this face is getting beat up. It's gonna be a pig's head. I don't know where the skin has been rubbed off, a lot of blood has been shed, purple red and blue swelling, plus the black stains left by the rubbing of the face on the ground, if it's in this alley in the middle of the night to act like a ghost scared people don't have to go to costume.

Claude was also frightened when he saw this face, but when he saw that he spoke fluently, had a clear mouth and was quick to move, he knew that the guard was an old oil, looked miserable, it was actually a trauma, nothing wrong with his body.

Referring to the bodies of the six Black Snake members lying in the yard and alley, Claude said, "Go, search them all for their belongings. ”

The shark who was beaten to the head of a pig would have guarded it. I didn't expect the masked magician to come to the door and rob it. He didn't react for half a day. Until Claude was impatient and made a "buzz" out of his nose? ”He just rolled up against the body of a member of the Black Snake with a crossbow in his back and searched him.

Claude stood just two meters away from the shark's escort, staring at him from the top of his corpse clothes until he touched his feet, leaving no room for anything to hide. As you can see, this pig-headed guard is also a veteran of body search.

It's just that this pig-headed escort business is strong enough to change the fact that the deceased member of the Black Snake is a poor bastard, only touching one Riyadh and four Sunar copper coins from him, and putting them in his clothes and pants pockets, respectively. The ghost doesn't even have a purse.

Claude Yang's jaw, indicating that this pig-headed escort continues to the next one. The money on the remaining two wounded and three killed five Black Snake members was scratched, all in front of Claude. What made Claude angry was that the six Black Snake members in the yard were poorer than the six on the alley, and how to say that the money on the six plus the gold ring would put together a gold crown. These six, not to mention gold rings, don't even have silver rings, and the sum of the money on them is less than three silver tall.

Claude's eyes turned to the two sharks lying on the ground no longer moaning * will guard: “There are two more...”

Pig Head Guard shocked: “Master Mage, that's our shark club, not the Black Snake club, we're not your enemies...”

“You're not my friends either.” Claude said with a cold face: “Hurry up, will you search? If you don't search, you can lie on the ground and rest. ”

“Me, I searched...” The pig head guard had to move to the side where the two sharks would guard, and he knew exactly what Claude meant by rest.

“And on your own, don't forget to pull it out.” Claude cautioned behind him, "I said it was a home robbery, and you still don't believe it. Whether it's a black snake or a shark, pay me for my life anyway...”

The pighead guard, who almost fell to the ground, would finally believe that the mysterious masked magician behind him was really robbing the door, not deliberately saving them.

Claude was finally satisfied that the three sharks would guard six polysilver tallers in the three pockets they pulled out of their bodies, and at least one silver taller in one pocket. Looks like the shark will still be richer. The guy who got beaten to the head of a pig has the most money in his pocket. Three silver tallers plus a dozen copper coins of varying denominations can't really tell that this guy is quite rich.

“Look at me for what? Can't afford it? ”

“No, no, Master Mage...”

Throw three purses in the backpack behind you, well, now that you've added up fourteen or five silver tallers, Claude is in a much better mood, and you have the patience to persuade the pig-headed fellow in front of you: “You have to think that, if I hadn't robbed you, you'd have been worse off, you'd have been beaten, and then the money on you would have been robbed by these black snake scum, and your two companions would have been no exception. Now that I'm here, you've lost your fortune, but you don't have to get beaten up, so you still make money. Isn't that right? ”

How can a pig-headed guard act like that? However, you have a big fist. You are strong. You have reason...

“How many others are in the house?” Claude asked.

The obsessive pig head guard didn't respond: “They came a dozen people... Ah, no, a few just went that way. ”

He refers to the alley direction Claude came from.

“There are six of them lying there, don't worry about it.” Claude was impatient, “I asked. ”

“Oh, in the house...” The Pig Head Guard finally figured out what Claude meant: “Well, the Black Snake Club penis, Fat Bull Bowen, brought in four guards, including the Catherine sisters and Gerard, and one of our companions, Abrenk...”

So there are nine more people in the house, but how come there's no sound? The sound didn't come out at all. If I hadn't noticed a lot of breathing in there, I might have really thought there was nobody in the house. And he didn't even light a candle fire, and looked through the door to see a piece of black paint. It seems that the second leader of the Black Snake Club in the house, Bowen and others, have discovered the change in the yard and should now be ambushed in the house waiting to throw themselves into the Internet.

“Is there a door behind this house? ”

“No, there are no windows on the back ground floor and only two windows on the second floor, but they are five or six metres high and difficult to climb down.” The Pig Head Guard immediately understood what Claude meant by asking.

“Is that the only way in?” Claude continued.

The pig head guard nodded hastily: “This is the only way in and out. There are no side doors. There are iron railings on the front and side windows on the ground floor, so you can't get out. ”

Claude deliberately said out loud: "There's no light in there. You think it's okay to hide? Look at me go in and pull it out one by one. Grandpa came to rob the house, nobody escaped. ”

Then he pointed to the pig head guard, and then to the cedar gate, indicating that he would open the door.

The pig-headed escort once again squeezed his finger at his face, meaning I'm gonna open the door?

Claude nodded with great certainty and gave him an encouraging look. It was you. Why are you still stalling? Go and open the door...

The desperate pig-headed escort walked towards the door with some hesitation. But when he saw the body of a member of the Black Snake who had a hole in his back not far from him, his eyes lit up and he turned around and raised it and blocked himself in front of him, which was when he moved over and pushed his hand up the door.

Claude had to give him a thumbs up and the old oils knew how to protect themselves.

“Squeak," the door was pushed open, and the body of the Black Snake member was hit several times in the face as soon as the door was pushed. The old oily pig hiding behind the body could not hold it up at all, pushing the body forward and the whole person backwards and rolling two times in a row on the ground, which was the only way out of the danger zone.

The poor corpse fell on the ground facing the sky, with a sharp flying axe on his forehead, resting on his head. He also had a short sword in his chest, a three-mausoleum scraper, and his left leg was cut off by something. He only had a drop of blood in his thigh...

The house was still dark, as if the violent attacks on the body had been hallucinations. However, Claude could still feel the sound of breathing behind both sides of the door becoming impatient and restless, and the ambushers did not expect that the door would be pushed by a corpse, and their arrangement was useless.

Claude pointed at the house, and suddenly a white light appeared in the middle of the sky, and immediately turned into a bright, bright ball of light until it was bright. This is the bead of light, defined as a harmless spell, which acts as lighting, and energy as magic.

Only useless magicians, no useless spells. Claude thinks that's quite right. Like this harmless Pearl of Light spell, these ambushes continue to cause considerable eye damage in this dark house. From darkness to instant light, no one's eyes can stand such a stimulus, and all that can move is to cover their eyes and scream.

Claude flashed into the house, holding the guy in his hand was a magical flying arrow. He doesn't care if the Black Snakes are dead or alive anyway.

One, two, three, four, five magic arrows, five men down, exactly the number of black snakes entering the house. One on each side of the door, one under the front table, one on the chair, the other behind the standing chair, the number of people is just five...

But where are Gerard and the Catherine sisters?

Claude turned around and looked, oh, tied at the corner of the wall, three people with tears, half closed eyes, all brightened by the Pearl of Light. At this moment, they were looking at themselves in horror, and there was one lying in front of them. It was supposed to be the guard raised by the pig-headed brother, but the three bloodshed wounds from the chest stabbed with a sharp instrument showed that the owner of the body was already dead.

“You, come in, go on.” Claude issued the order in short words.

The pig-headed man came in through the door, blinking his eyes, and he couldn't stand the brightness of the bead of light.

Four members of the Black Snake Club were still so poor, they had about two silver taller pieces of money on them, but the big fat guy lying next to the chair, the second leader of the Black Snake Club, nicknamed Fat Bull Bowen, gave Claude a big surprise. With five gold crowns in his beautiful deerskin purse and more than a dozen silver tallers, Claudeton finally felt rewarded for one night of hard work.