"Want to go and have a look?" Aaron glanced at Ron.

It is said that Leiden City is the western pearl of the Kingdom of Agrant. There are countless trade routes leading to Badibila, and thousands of caravans are working hard to go back and forth like ants.

Since there are stable caravans and trade routes, corresponding bandits will naturally breed. And, precisely because Badibila is a lawless place, many thieves who are wanted by the Three Kingdoms will choose to do business without any money nearby.

If the Tower of Sun had not repeatedly warned this group of bandits, and had used airships and other means to wash Badibila once, and coupled with the perfect and large-scale protection mechanism of the Tower of Sun, I'm afraid these people who robbed the red eye might really dare to attack the planet.

In other words, at the junction of the Kingdom of Agrant and Badibila, there are probably more bandits than caravans.

Fighting here is nothing new.

If one day no one dies from murder or robbery, it will be the news.

Ron didn't say anything, but looked at the black cat in his arms.

Its face showed a hint of reluctance, and slowly came out of Ron's arms. First, he stretched his waist calmly, then grew a big mouth, stretched his tongue and yawned, and shook the bright hair on his body, and finally looked at the origin of the sound.

The ears moved slightly, and the ink-colored pupils in the green eyes were unsteadily retracted, and several blurry images flashed vaguely.

Finally, it closed its eyes, screamed tiredly, jumped to Ron's shoulder, curled up steadily, and looked cold and ignorant.

“What is it talking about?”

"It said, there was almost no sound." Ron touched the black cat pitifully.

For it, it is not difficult to hear sounds from a distance, but it is extremely difficult to distinguish the sounds from them.

Especially in this noisy jungle, a huge amount of noise filled everyone's eardrums almost all the time, especially for the hearing-sensitive black cat.

"The battle is coming to an end?"

"It should be, no matter which side wins, it doesn't matter..." Ron thought for a moment, "But maybe we can go and have a look."

He pointed to Aaron's war horse and said to Aaron: "If you say it at your current speed, maybe our horses are not very good enough."

Aaron couldn't help but blush when he said this.

Indeed, at normal speeds, they should be where they should be in the morning.

However, someone's riding skills are indeed very poor, which greatly delays the team's speed.

"Since we have left Leiden City and came to the wilderness, we should follow the rules in the wilderness..." Ron shrugged, "As passers-by, should we charge a little reward for helping the weak caravans drive away the robbers?"

Aaron immediately understood his intention, and then added with a serious look on his face: "Of course, if we come one step late and the robbers killed all the caravans, we should also avenge the caravans. After all, that is the tax of the city of Leiden and even the Kingdom of Agrant. Any noble has the right to protect the rights and interests of the country from infringement!"

Judging from the momentum of the battle, this unknown battle will not be too high, at least it will not have the power of gold.

For example, the combat power of the golden class can mostly change the terrain locally, and the movements made during battles cannot be separated by these branches and leaves.

In other words, the highest combat power of this battle is just the silver level.

Considering the counterattack of the caravan, the strength configuration of the three Aarons, one silver plus two bronze levels is quite strong. As the main force, it may not be possible, but as reinforcements, it just happened to be suitable.

Alice's mouth twitched, and she looked at the interaction between the two with expressionless expression.

Ron also silently gave a thumbs up to express his affirmation and praise of Aaron's remarks.

However, when they followed the black cat's guidance to open up the layers of branches and leaves, they found that the scene seemed to be a little different from what they imagined.

There were indeed many human corpses lying on the ground. Judging from their diverse and dirty outfits, they should be robbers.

But the target of their robbery was not a caravan, but a single person.

He wore a silver mask covering his face, a black hooded cape, and a pair of horse boots decorated with unknown complex patterns.

When Aaron and the others arrived at the scene, they saw him holding the neck of the last robber with one hand, admiring it as if he was looking at a work of art.

Perhaps sensing the arrival of others, he slowly turned his head and looked at Aaron.

The silver mask was very simple, with a few black lines simply drawn on it, outlining a few screaming expressions. There were two round holes in the eyes, revealing a pair of amber eyes.

Because I had just experienced a fight, the remaining blood on the silver mask slid down the smooth mask, dragging out long blood marks, and the shadows formed by the hood just covered most of his entire mask.

At first glance, it looked like he was bleeding and tears.

Also as he turned around, Aaron saw him wearing a gray corduroy vest liner with red edges, and a strangely shaped glyphic pendant hanging on his chest.

Just this shape, the evil value will be fully filled!

Where are there any weak caravans?

This is clearly a team of thieves who are not open to their eyes annoyed a villain boss and then was killed by the boss!

Looking at the three people suddenly, the masked man seemed not surprised, but just glanced casually and looked at the toy in his hand again.

The last bandit was still struggling desperately, his calloused hands still trying to open the ink-colored gloves of unknown leather, and his legs were even trying to kick, but in vain.

The hand strangled his throat like an iron plier, and he kicked with all his strength as if he was kicking a stone, but made a weak and muffled sound.

The bandit's face gradually became purple due to lack of oxygen, and the blood vessels began to burst out with the blue veins, wriggling on the surface of his skin like a little dark blue earthworm.

Then, a dark short sword inserted into his chin, with almost no sound.

The sharp sword tip even broke through his skull with unsatisfactory intentions, and a small piece emerged between his chaotic hair.

The muffled sound of kicking stopped, and the legs that were struggling desperately hung down weakly and shook slightly.

The masked man still kept his capturing movements, as if he was admiring the bandit's final desperate and relief expression.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Aaron and the other two exchanged their eyes silently and tacitly. Aaron couldn't help swallowing and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

It seems that this messenger of justice cannot be regarded as?

The masked man let go of his hand, turned around amid the thud of the heavy object falling to the ground, and stared at Aaron calmly.

Only then did Aaron realize that the wide open mouth on the mask was actually painted with black paint, and the drawing seemed to be particularly clumsy, and even the mouth shape was drawn crookedly, like a graffiti of a naughty boy.

But against the backdrop of corpses on the ground, in the bloody land, in the deep shadow of the hood, in front of the tears, and under the amber pupils, the so-called painting technique seems to be unimportant.

The mask itself carries an inexplicable sense of fear and oppression.

The masked man tilted his head, so the screaming face also tilted his head.

He looked at Aaron.

The dagger dripped blood.
Chapter completed!