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CHAPTER 245 CHAPTER 0244: Unplanned

This road is full of bandits and seems unsafe.

Ivan began to recall what his followers had said before entering the plain.

Accidents did happen.

He was holding on to the last sliver of luck.

Maybe it's just a crack in the ground, an avalanche, an obstacle in the road that the driver ignores, if that's the case...

He is willing to put away his bad temper and try to scold with restraint.

Ivan opened his mouth, and the cold air blew in from the crack, making people shiver all over—he was breathing gradually heavy, but he couldn't speak, the footsteps outside were disorderly, and there seemed to be the movement of metal collisions.

If it had been an ordinary accident, someone would have been notified by now.

Ivan's eyes widened.

He tried to move.

But the fractured ankle seemed to be chopped off entirely, and it didn't play any role at all except for the severe pain.

He looked out from the damage in a panic.

A rain of arrows shot at the carriage, and the black steel arrowhead pierced the wood, only half a finger away from his eyes.

"what!"

Ivan scrambled and shrank back, his back hit the corner of the table, and the pain was excruciating.

Rustle, boom.

He put his head in his hands and howled in embarrassment.

The spear pierced through the cargo box. Although he was trapped in it, none of them pierced him. The cotton clothes were damaged, the armor chain buckle was broken, and the fine inner armor inside was also exposed.

The blade flashed outside, and the footsteps were messy.

Ivan felt a shadow covering the car window, and then, a corpse fell through the window, staring at the bloodshot eyes, and hanging limply on the table.

"Hares, you, help me..."

Ivan called softly to the counselor, but there was no response from the body, he said. "Anyone is fine, come and save me."

It seemed that some god had heard the prayer.

Sand, rustle.

Footsteps approached in the snow.

Then a hand in iron armor snapped off the door handle and leaned in.

"Xi, Xiwen, you are still alive, what happened outside, oh no, don't worry about it, take me out of here first, hurry up, my foot seems to be injured."

Ivan recognized the other party as the cavalry officer.

He seemed to be grasping at straws, begging for help incoherently, but Xiwen's expression was stern.The twitching corners of his eyes seemed to carry some kind of regret.

"Xiwen...you, what's the matter with you, are you injured? Father will reward you."

Ivan was uneasy.

"It's okay, give me your hand." The cavalry chief sighed, "We have been robbed and the situation is out of control. I'm afraid we have to return to Elway early..."

Ivan didn't hear what the other party was saying at all.

Just now, he felt fear—for the wasteland, for himself, for the cavalry commander, and could not help but tremble even when he heard the name of the city-state.

It was snowing, and the light was dim.

When Ivan left the carriage, the garrison had already collapsed.

He saw Elwey's soldiers scurrying through it indiscriminately, and the formations they had formed were utterly useless.

There were several dead bodies lying on the snow.

The robbers were a group of strong men on horseback.

Their faces were covered with cloaks, their polished iron armor chilling.

Someone went straight to the cargo box containing the treasure, cut off the reins with a knife, put the frame on the prepared camel beast, and walked away in just a few breaths.

But the fight didn't end there.

"Meet the enemy!"

Xiwen roared loudly.

He abandoned Ivan and led the rest of the cavalry to hunt down the robbers, forcing the despicable gangsters to flee in a hurry, and seemed to regain their glory.

Ivan sat slumped in the snow in a daze.

He felt that the aura of the two sides was reversed at the moment when the property was robbed. Those who died on his side were all familiar faces, but Xiwen's galloping back was a little strange at this moment.

The magician's fireball flashed across his eyes, like a guiding light.

Ivan suddenly became silent.

He seemed to be aware of something. In countless late nights, there were curses and scoldings in the corridors of the castle.

No one expects yourself, which is a very painful thing.

soon.

The cavalry returned one after another, carrying the heads of the two robbers, and the face of the deceased seemed to be full of doubts and unwillingness.

Then everyone started to clean up the mess.

Xiwen counted the remaining people, but stopped in front of Ivan: "Your complexion is very bad, my lord, do you need to rest?"

"I..." Ivan raised his head and saw cold eyes. "Yes, feeling sleepy."

Xiwen ordered the porter to change the carriage.

He felt that Ivan seemed to understand something, but now that everyone was watching, it was not convenient for him to question or do something.

This "accident" left enough witnesses.

They will relay their heroic achievements to the city-state, so that they will be valued by the new leader when the regime changes.

Whoosh!
Something pierced the air between the two of them.

A bloody javelin was stuck in the ground between the campfire and the boots.

Ivan looked towards the dark plain.

Shadows of people, shadows of animals swayed, densely packed knives and axes were hidden in the darkness, and the scattered team was approaching with a terrifying aura.

"What the hell...meet the enemy!"

Sivan cursed, calling the soldiers again.

But the surviving riders were stunned for a while, and then they started to get on their mounts.

When they took their weapons and waited for the enemy, another javelin came through the wind.

Xiwen's adjutant was pierced through his chest and fell to the ground with gurgling blood.

Everyone started to panic.

Ivan froze in place.

His ankle was injured and he couldn't move at all, he could only watch helplessly.

But this battle was bloodier than imagined.

The team organized by Xiwen lost its bravery just now, and it was powerless to face the returning enemy.

"They... seem to be another group of people."

Ivan muttered to himself.

The new band of robbers were better equipped, and did not hide their expressions with cloaks.

They rode all kinds of ferocious beasts, shouting recklessly, and let out ugly roars from their mouths.

The looters' methods are extremely cruel, and killing people is like a job, and it is done neatly.

Show no mercy.

These words came to Ivan's mind.

Xiwen's army retreated steadily and was soon surrounded.

The opponent's leader also drew his weapon, as if wanting to enjoy the fun of fighting alone.

The audience cheered enthusiastically.

"Lufer, kill him!" Suta shouted to cheer. "Cut out his intestines, but don't destroy that sword, I still want to use it to cut meat."

The leader of the raiding group said.

Ivan's whole body was cold, and his blood was about to freeze.

He shrank his neck and watched silently from a distance——Siwen rode forward, his throat was picked open, and he died quickly.

The winner smiled contemptuously.

Lufer caught some glances.

He rode on the beast and looked coldly at the overturned carriage beside the campfire.

Help, I'm dying.

Ivan shouted in his heart, but he couldn't move his body.

Lu Fu rode the beast, waved away the crowd, and slowly came to the front, like a butcher walking into a pasture, examining a lamb to be slaughtered.

(End of this chapter)