Davis fell off his horse and ran wildly. When he heard the sound of horse hooves approaching from behind, he immediately changed direction. Unfortunately, the dragon bomb still flew over and hit it on the back.
The bloody Davis fell out, coughing up blood while climbing up and stumbling for his life. Its soul shield had been destroyed by the two captains in the previous battle, and it had no defensive power at all.
Downton originally wanted to kill Davis before Musser arrived, but seeing its unlucky appearance, he suddenly changed his mind.
"Downton, stop, he is our prisoner!"
Musser rushed over with a group of cavalry, a dozen of them separated to intercept Downton, and the rest surrounded Davis.
"Please!"
Downton made a gesture of invitation, turned his horse's head to intercept the bugbear.
The abominations achieved good results. Although they were not fast, they still had no problem chasing down bugbears pushing trucks.
"Leave him alive, I want to take him prisoner!"
Downton suddenly thought of a problem. These natives were so poor that if they wanted to make money, they could only become slave traders and sell them to support their families.
Quasimodo threw a log and knocked over a bugbear, then jumped out and punched hard, hitting a piece of it.
Hutao rode on a war bear to intercept, and the Warrior Dragon Spear was like poking a grasshopper, leaving wounds all over the place. In fact, she didn't need to take action at all. Sherman crushed him, and all problems were solved.
Davis was about to despair, but when he saw Downton leaving and a group of veterans arriving, he suddenly had hope of escape.
After stabbing with a spear and overturning a cavalryman, Davis got on his horse and tried to grab the mount, but other veterans were wandering around, fighting with it.
"Take it!"
Musser saw that his subordinates were frequently picked and killed, and the veins on his forehead were beating with anger.
Although Davis was seriously injured, the trapped beast still fought, and instead burst out with stronger fighting power. In less than a minute, he had killed more than a dozen veterans.
"Downton didn't mean to let us consume its physical strength and then come to snatch its head, right?" Musser glanced at Downton secretly and regretted a little. If he had known earlier, he should have let them fight and play with it himself.
The last trick.
Facing the hateful interception, the bugbears finally realized that there was nothing they could do and abandoned the truck to escape. However, they grabbed as much supplies as possible in their hands, and their greedy character was clearly revealed.
"Soul level seven, you are pretty strong!" Looking at the translucent ball spinning around Musel, Downton rushed to Celes and lowered his voice, "Let's launch a death wail and attack Musel!
"
Davis is about to be unable to bear it anymore. If Downton doesn't take action, it will definitely die.
Celes would never disobey Downton's orders, let alone attack humans, even if she was asked to kill the King, the Death Banshee would do it without hesitation.
The clear wail of death swept through the surroundings, and Musser's head was dizzy. He almost fell off his mount. Those ordinary cavalry were not so strong. They fell like dumplings. Some of their feet got caught in the stirrups and were trapped.
The horse was frightened and dragged away.
Although Davis didn't face the wail of death head-on, he still didn't feel well. He was half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily, with only half of his life left.
"You can't fall down, or you will die. This is an opportunity, you must seize it." Davis staggered and ran towards the nearest horse.
"Stop it!"
Musser gave chase. But the next second, Davis's spear came, and the dizziness that had not completely subsided made him dodge slowly. He was shot in the shoulder and fell to the ground.
Davis got on the horse, but before he could stabilize it, he whipped it hard and said, "Run!"
"Celeste, knock it down!" After giving the order, Downton chased after him.
Phosphorus rockets began to fire.
"Downton, did you do this on purpose?" Musser roared angrily. If it weren't for the sonic magic, he would have captured Davis.
"What do you mean?" Downton looked puzzled.
Under the rapid fire of phosphorus rockets, Davis rode his horse and rushed fifty meters. Then he ran out of good luck and was hit in the lower back, tearing a gap.
Downton did not rush to kill, but followed behind, waiting for Davis to bleed out. After all, at the speed of the unicorn, it could not fly.
"Damn it, you damn human being."
Davis cursed Downton and felt like he was dying of frustration. He hated this feeling of cat and mouse. He wanted to get off his horse and drag Downton to die with him, but the slightest chance of survival and the fear of death in his heart kept him from doing so.
He held the reins tightly and kept beating the horse.
"Orcs just have a lot of blood," Downton joked.
Davis was covered in wounds, and the serious bumps caused him to bleed all over his body, which could not be stopped, not to mention that Downton would not give him a chance to treat him.
Plop!
After rushing more than 500 meters, Davis, exhausted, finally knocked his horse down.
"A living thing should be worth more than a dead one, right?" If he hadn't had to deal with Rocker and his party, Downton would have definitely captured Davis alive. After all, if he brought a tough gangster back, he would definitely become famous.
Downton walked into the ruthless gangster nicknamed Wild Boar. Just as he was about to take a last hit, a bone spear suddenly formed around it and shot at him.
A blue liquid mass appeared above the head, then moved down, blocking the bone spear, swallowing it, and then reflecting it.
Holy Revenge also fought back on its own, with dragon spears shooting down from the sky and nailing Davis's chest one after another with the bone spears.
"What a risk, I didn't expect your talent to be able to be stimulated." Downton secretly thought that it was a fluke. He was a little careless, but Davis was really tolerant and actually left the final attack at the moment of death. If not for the sudden change of time, what would happen?
If you don't do it well, you will suffer a loss.
When Downton rushed back, the two captains also cleared away the enemies in the stronghold and came down the mountain with a lot of heads.
Musser stood next to Rocker, staring at Downton, obviously complaining.
After arranging his men to clean up the battlefield, Rocker walked towards Downton and said, "Call the boar's head out!"
"Why?" Downton didn't even get off his horse, let alone salute.
"Because Davis was seriously injured by us, he should belong to us." Rocker was stabbed, but he gained a good harvest, killing the second leader of the Iron Man Bandit Group.
The only pity is that Tyson escaped.
"Yes, if your magic advisor hadn't used magic to interfere with us, we would have killed Davis." Mussel gritted his teeth, eager to eat Downton's flesh.
"Are you really giving up your face for the trophy?" Downton snorted, "If I hadn't intercepted it twice in time, it would have run away long ago. How dare you blame me?"
"Impossible!" Musser would never admit it.
"Anyway, if the head is in the master's hands, the master killed it." Quasimodo and a group of haters surrounded him, and there was a tendency for a fight if they disagreed.
The soldiers were a little scared. The abominations had already demonstrated their super attack power. Although their side might win, they would still have to leave some bodies behind.
"Downton, you have gained a lot, give us its head!" Aseko became the peacemaker. Although they had gained something, it was too little to share with so many people.
The biggest gain from this bandit suppression operation was Downton, who not only killed the bugbear leader and Davis, cut off more than 300 heads, but also captured more than 50 bugbear slaves alive.
"No need to talk. If you want the spoils, go and kill them yourself!" Downton didn't care about these guys. He estimated that they would kill him on the way back.
"It's so crazy!"
"We must teach him some lessons and let him understand who has the final say in the Western Region!"
"Sir, do it, I can't bear it anymore."
Looking at Downton's leaving figure, several centurions lowered their voices and asked for a fight.
"Well, it's time." Rocker spit out thick phlegm and glanced at Rukia. His words were just loud enough for the other party to hear, just to see his attitude.
Rukia nodded imperceptibly and made the sign of five, meaning he wanted 50% of the loot.
The soldiers cleaning the battlefield did not notice that on a hill a thousand meters away, under the cover of dense woods, there was a group of orcs who had been eyeing them since they arrived and witnessed the entire process of attacking the mountain stronghold.
"Wolf King, this is different from the plan!" A Pier Bear sat on the ground, with a dead elk placed in front of him. He didn't even use a knife, he just tore off the strips of meat with his hands and stuffed it into the
The mouth was dripping with blood from chewing.
Behind him stood a circle of bearmen, each of them tall and burly. They wore leather armor and carried gun pouches filled with iron spears.
The original plan was for the gangsters to defend the cottage and put up a little resistance. After throwing the rolling stones and wood, the border guards would invade and then blow up the entire cottage and burn them to death. At the same time, the bugbears would rush out and burn the trucks and supplies. If
If it goes well, the mountain road can be blocked and the border guards can be wiped out.
In the end, no one expected that the opponent had a powerful magician who actually used a large-scale death ice gun. Those carefully prepared thatched houses were all frozen by the ice. After detonating the magic bomb, they could not catch fire at all, and the expected tactics could not be achieved.
Purpose.
The battle at the foot of the mountainside was even more outrageous. The petty bugbears were unwilling to set fire, but wanted to take away the truck. That was all. Their leader was actually killed. By the way, Davis was also there.
The unlucky guy was also chopped off.
"That human boy is very interesting. He actually has a group of undead warriors. By the way, the magician in the cloak must be a death banshee."
The young man known as the Wolf King is gentle and elegant, wearing a well-dressed suit, and is observing the battlefield with a Hubble telescope.
"It's impossible, right? When did the undead clan have such a good relationship with humans?" The bear man's face was full of disbelief, but it soon turned into excitement, "I've decided, I want to snatch that banshee, and I can definitely sell one.
Big price.”
"How many times have I told you that slave trading is not allowed!" The Wolf King frowned.
"It doesn't matter if you don't sell it. Will you give my tribe supplies for the winter?" The bear man scratched his bald forehead, but he still did not dare to offend the werewolf in front of him.
"Rooney, you are still so greedy." A guard next to the Wolf King couldn't help but sneered. He felt that the Wolf King had simply lost his worth by cooperating with these thugs. (To be continued...)