There are five carriages on a street.
I can't see my luggage covered in front of me.
but to the bandit, he looked like a duck.
Five escorts per carriage and a strict security system make the luggage smell expensive.
25 escorts and a normal number of people to butt in, but this bandit group has a total of 53.
The numbers are winning.
Moreover, the opponent is fighting while protecting carriages and merchants.
The heads of the bandits laughed niggardly at the reports of the watch,
"Bastards, it's work!
shouted.
The streets are a little in front of the Marquis and plunge into the curves in the woods.
Convenient to hide, poor prospects ahead with curves.
And one arrow opened the curtain by stabbing him in the carriage.
"Enemy attack!!
A yell echoes from the leading carriage.
Whoever looks like an adventurer of escorts, sets up his sword, explores the area, and sets up bows and arrows, gazes at him in an attempt to ascertain the appearance of the enemy.
Arrows fly one after the other, and in the direction of the flying arrows, the arrows released by the escort fly.
Men cut with axes, screaming out loud, to hear pain and inspire themselves.
The escort also waves his sword desperately and falls to the ground with one, and another.
It was bandits, escorts, people falling apart.
The head of the bandit runs out here screaming out loud to see if it's a good idea to cat him early, or to frighten the target.
When the difference in numbers doubled, the front behind the carriage was rolled up, and new escorts continued to emerge.
"Become! What?
You don't know what's going on, your head is wielding a sword without directing you, but the 10 more escorts at once caused confusion in the fight.
"So, disguised as a merchant squad, hiding two in a carriage, placing a lot of escorts, carrying expensive merchandise, make you think, waiting to be raided?
"Oh, if there's too much, maybe you won't attack me, will you? If they only had about half of them, they would have raided. As soon as we get out of the carriage, they might retreat, so on the way, the carriage's waiting.
Wild stealing, mostly peasants you can't eat anymore, you're an adventurer, aren't you? Your arms will be bad, so we'll fight back and destroy them when they come out. "
The number of bandits is gradually decreasing, and the head comes up with two letters of retreat.
At that time, remembering the strange cold, looking back,
A wild man, shaking his black head, was waving a one-handed sword out, distorting his mouth.
It was Casilla's last sight.