After slowing down the Brango Sheep, he turned his head and looked back and saw a knight in leather armor chased him from the other end of the road, with two empty saddles next to him, one man and three riders.

The leather armor looked familiar, and he recognized it as the caravan guard, but the man's dress was obviously not a guard. There were blood stains on the leather armor, and it turned out that the bandit was obviously wearing the leather armor that had just been peeled from the guard.

The bandit also saw him in the middle of the road. He was stunned at first, and immediately smiled and pulled out the saber.

Looking at Lin Jixin who seemed to be frightened in the middle of the road, the bandit raised its sabre high. The next moment, the bandit's sabre landed in Lin Jixin's hand, and the man flew high and fell to the ground with blood gushing wildly.

These double wildebeests were obviously well-trained and lost their owners, so they immediately stopped consciously.

Lin Jixin glanced at them, jumped off the Brango Sheep, and walked to the bandit who was struggling to stand up: "What are you doing?"

The bandit stared at him fiercely, and he stretched out his hand and cut off the bandit's right hand with one knife.

The bandit screamed and held his right wrist, rolling on the ground in pain.

He kicked the bandit in front of him with one kick, and he stretched the blood-stained saber in front of the bandit: "What are you doing for the last time?"

The bandit didn't speak, staring at him with even more fierce eyes.

The sword fell and the bandit fell to the ground.

These bandits are all desperate people. He really wants information and can also be used to torture it. However, since he doesn't value the information in front of him, he is too lazy to waste time.

With these three double wildebeests, Branco sheep could be thrown down. He searched the gangster's body and found nothing valuable. So he changed his mount and continued to chase along the traces on the road.

This time the speed was much faster. After walking for a short while, two wildebeests began to appear on the road. He glanced at them and died of running away.

On the road ahead, more and more dead horses were dead. It seems that the caravan's escape road is almost over.

So he slowed down a little and observed carefully along the way.

As expected, after running for another period, he heard a large number of people quarreling in front of the road from afar.

After getting off the horse, he quietly touched it and saw a few bandits on the roadside watching a group of wildebeests chatting, and were full of resentment about not being able to collect spoils from the caravan.

He looked at it for a few seconds and then pushed the people out of the traces and walked into the mountainside. Sure enough, he soon heard the shouts and fighting sounds coming from time to time from the mountainside, so he quietly turned back and hid his mount in the woods, and climbed up the mountainside with the sound.

This distance soon arrived. He stood far away on the top of a big tree and looked over there under the cover of the leaves.

The caravan was surrounded by bandits from the thieves group on a small hill. At this time, the sky was getting darker. If they could run for a while before, they would have really been able to escape by the night. But now they are surrounded here, and the caravans are all poisoned and difficult to move. If they want to escape, they will have a slim chance.

The people in the thieves were also very clear about this. Seeing that they were guarding condescendingly, they simply stopped attacking. Instead, some people watched them vigilantly, and divided other people to chop firewood from all sides, preparing to light a fire, obviously trying to waste their poisonous hair.

The idea of ​​the thieves was to play very well, and the caravans were not fools. Just as the sky became darker and the fires of the thieves continued to pile up, the strong man in the rock armor suddenly stood up.

"'Yellow Beard', return your people to you." He shouted at the thieves, holding a bloody man in his hand. Lin Jixin recognized at a glance that it was Deacon Hoffre.

It's him the traitor!

Thinking about it now, there are indeed many doubts about Deacon Hoffre.

Seeing the strong man throwing Deacon Hoffer's body down the hillside, Lin Jixin quietly retreated to the distance.

Since Hoffer was dead, he was no longer interested in the business of these merchants and thieves.

Not long after walking, he heard a loud roar suddenly sounding from behind, and then there were panicked voices on all sides. It sounded like the caravans used some means to start breaking through. The sound of the battle quickly went away and headed straight to the deep mountains.

It was already dark at this time, and it was not easy to chase people who fled to the mountains. It seemed that there were still many people in the caravan, and the people from the thieves were afraid that they would return empty-handed.

Thinking of this in his heart, he returned to the place where the double wildebeests were released.

Leading the wildebeest, he walked for nearly half an hour and bypassed the bandits on the road. He was sure that he would not be discovered before he walked back on the main road.

Just as he was about to walk on the road, the breathing sounds in the grass not far away caught his attention.

Feeling the faint breathing sound, he frowned secretly. Could it be that the thieves were still leaving secret whistles here?

He bent down and rushed over like a swimming snake.

Before he got to the point where he was near, he noticed that this was a man with a weak breath on the ground, which made him feel a little guilty. It seemed that An Yi had lived too long, and he couldn't even tell the difference between weak breath and breath holding his breath.

Then he immediately found that the man's clothes looked very familiar, and he turned the man over. Sure enough, it was the leader of the caravan.

It seems that he asked his subordinates to lead the thieves' pursuit into the mountains, while he himself quietly ran in the opposite direction. If it weren't for the poisonous attack now, he might have really escaped.
Chapter completed!