Our family is in decline

The old road in the dark night looks very strange. Graves can be seen everywhere, half-opened sarcophagi, collapsed and desolate abandoned buildings, twisted and weird old trees, and wanton thorns.

In addition, as the old roads become less popular, wild beasts invade the scope of human activities.

When night comes, even the ferocious bandits are unwilling to leave the camp, and can only feel a little at ease under the shelter of the campfire.

A dilapidated camp appeared among them, with a bonfire gathered inside and several people sitting around it.

"Damn it, I haven't seen anyone for so many days. If this continues, I'm going to eat tree roots."

"Who isn't? I'd say everyone should go to the city to have some fun."

"You have a wanted warrant on you. Don't you know how much your head is worth?"

"That's better than waiting to die here!"

"Find a few more brothers, go to town and work hard, then leave this hellish place."

"Yes, I haven't seen a woman for a long time."

"Hehe! Don't tell me, when I think of those women, I..."

The bandit laughed strangely, with a lustful smile on his face, but before he could finish speaking, a crossbow arrow shot directly into his mouth, and he fell down before he could react.

"who!"

"It's a crossbow arrow."

"Get cover."

The remaining bandits shouted, then hurriedly picked up their weapons, and then hid themselves as much as possible.

But the crossbow arrow had no intention of waiting for them. In their panic, another arrow hit another bandit.

The unlucky guy didn't die directly, but the shrill wail still made his companions feel terrified.

"It's fire!"

"Quick! Put out the bonfire."

The bandits finally realized that the fire had exposed their position, and one of them wanted to rush out and put out the bonfire, but the crossbow arrows fired in the darkness did not stop, and the man fell down as soon as his head appeared.

But the remaining bandits didn't care about the lives of their companions, but shouted loudly.

"Quick! Drawing the bow takes time."

"It's now!"

Although everyone shouted loudly, in fact no one was willing to show their head and leave the cover to risk putting out the fire.

After shouting several times but getting no response, the entire camp fell into an eerie silence.

The oppressive atmosphere continued to pressurize the hearts of the remaining bandits. Finally, some couldn't help but choose a direction to break out and want to escape from the camp. As long as they entered the wilderness, he believed that no one could catch up with them.

"If you don't leave, you won't have a chance!"

After this sound, others broke out in different directions. Everyone knew that they were gambling with their lives.

Bet that the arrow does not hit you, bet that there are no enemies in your direction.

It was obvious that two of them lost their bets, and the crossbow arrows fired one after another captured two of them. After the remaining bandits fled into the darkness, there was a fierce fighting sound, but it soon subsided, and no one knew what had happened. whats the matter.

Only the last screams announced their result.

"I surrender, don't kill me."

Finally, one of the bandits couldn't stand it any longer, stopped and raised his hands.

But this time no arrows were fired. Just when his heart was relieved, a light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Pain immediately occupied his brain, but more of it was fear and fear.

What happened?

But he soon gave up thinking, because a long sword slashed across his head.

At the last moment, he saw a man in metal armor wielding a long sword.

Leonard walked out of the darkness and entered the range of the bonfire. The blood on the sword in his hand condensed into drops along the blade and then slid down.

Several other people on the other side also came up. Disma was holding a crossbow, which was more suitable for the current environment than a pistol.

Barristan came next, and behind him was Lance, who looked a little weird wearing a helmet.

He was seen holding a crossbow in his hand, a short sword and a musket hanging on his waist, and carrying a backpack behind him with many things on it.

Bows and crossbows are two different situations. Bows and arrows can perform many magical operations, but they require matching proficiency, otherwise the damage will be more obvious than swinging the bow and hitting people.

But the crossbowman is different. The training requirements for this thing are very low, and the feedback is obvious. Lance also practiced hard in the training camp for a few days to get it right.

Although his skills were not as good as Disma's, he was able to deal with these trash fish easily. The crossbow bolt he fired just now was like an old farmer wielding a scythe, easily harvesting the lives of those bandits.

Disma is probably the one who pursues a one-hit kill with his headshot, while Lance usually aims at his body for accuracy.

Lance is very clear about his position. He is a support, responsible for adding health status to others, and a part-time long-range shooter to provide some firepower output.

Although he was scorning the new recruits, Lance still didn't want to rush up and fight in person. As the saying goes, a gentleman doesn't stand in danger, and he didn't want to take risks if they could solve them.

Sacrifice those corpses, then collect their relics to count in front of the bonfire.

It must be said that these people had some money on hand, and they probably robbed a lot of it when they plundered the town.

It's just that most of them are copper coins. One or two hundred is fine, but this is the third bandit stronghold they have solved. Carrying hundreds or thousands of copper coins on your back is like carrying a piece of iron, as well as those weapons. The equipment and other messy items were of little value, but Lance still couldn't bear to throw them away.

This reminded him of the game where there were only a few spaces in the backpack and how he struggled with the loot.

ah! Dead memories are attacking me~

Things must not be thrown away. These can be used in the construction of the town, but it is unrealistic to carry them around.

Fortunately, there isn't much here, just cemeteries. You can easily find an dug grave and put it up, then cover the box and bury it again until you finish fighting off the bandits.

Lance unfolded a rough hand-drawn map to mark a location, then found a few people resting in front of a campfire and began discussing the next target.

"Sir, the weakest bandit groups have been eliminated. The remaining ones are all medium-sized bandit groups with more than ten people and solid strongholds."

Lance understood what Disma meant. The several scattered groups they just wiped out were not teams, they simply got together without a leader or command. They fought in a chaotic mess, so they were killed easily.

But the strength of the remaining bandits cannot be so good.

If you can form a bandit group of up to ten people and become the leader, then as the boss, you must have the strength of a brave or even an elite to make the younger brothers obey, otherwise they would have dispersed long ago.

"Which one would move if you were looking at the wolf group?" Lance unfolded the map and marked the locations of the bandit group's strongholds on it. The three that had been crossed out were then selected from the rest.

Let's all vote. The data is a bit ugly and we are about to be squeezed out. Those who support books should also click on it to read and save their children. Whether the family can take down the bandits depends on everyone~