The heavy rain in the night has a characteristic, that is, looking up at the sky, it is pitch black, and the rain seems to come from nothingness. If it weren't for thunder or illuminating the sky, and showing the rolling heavy dark clouds to people, it would really make people feel that there was an endless sea above.

Baima Town had already rested, and the townspeople hid at home like chicks hiding under the wings of hens, and did not dare to look outside. All the houses—except for the lord’s mansion—were out of the lamps, houses, streets and nights mixed together, and they could hardly be distinguished. But when Dagon came outside Baima Town, there were clearly six lamps, two barrels of fire and seven people waiting for him.

These six lamps are covered lanterns, with specially designed rain splash and wind-proof designs. There are three under the house on the left and three on the right, carried by six people. Two large iron buckets are placed on the left and right under the eaves of the two houses at the front of the street. Carbon and firewood are placed inside, and kerosene may also be poured, so the burning is particularly vigorous. The swaying flames poked out from the mouth of the barrel are the brightest thing in this rainy night, but in Dargon's view, perhaps Lan Li's bright red eyes must be eliminated first.

She was waiting for me. Dagon thought to himself, she was indeed waiting for me.

In fact, Dagon had no idea where the sheriff's house was, nor where the people from the Golden Dog Caravan were imprisoned, but he knew that Lanley would wait for him in the town. Lanley must have wanted to know the result of Dagon's battle with Esbeth, and now she knew. But Dagon also wanted to know the result of Lanley's thinking, maybe he would know it immediately.

"It's him! The information is indeed correct!" Lan Li's red eyes penetrated the rain curtain, farther away than ordinary humans, and saw the dwarf coming with a pot lid and covered with canvas earlier. She leaned against the wall, rested one foot on the ground and shook it easily, and took out the expected set of rhetoric: "That's the remnant of the Golden Dog Caravan to destroy the meeting between the Lord Lord and the Elven Governor. Take him down or kill him. Whoever can do it, I will sleep with whom I can."

"Really?!" "Really!" "I'll come, I'll come!"

The six men were divided into two trio groups, located under the eaves on both sides of the road. The three people with Lan Li could hear the most clearly and had already started to roar. The three people across the street were affected by the sound of rain and reacted a little slower, but no one expected that the first person who rushed out was here.

It was a half-elf I had seen in the hotel, named Noru. He was a handsome young man with black hair. His two black and green eyes and natural curly hair left an impression on Dagon. If I looked carefully now, it seemed that Esbeth's hair was also curly, but it was just that big wave. In terms of eyebrows and face shape, Noru and Esbeth were also somewhat similar. Could it be that Esbeth's younger brother who likes Lanley is Noru?

"Don't go to any of you, this dwarf is my prey!" Nuoru walked into the rain, with an evil expression on her beautiful face, and a hideous crossbow in her hand trembling with excitement. "Lanli is mine, she wants to sing for me. And this dwarf is..."

Before he finished speaking, he lifted the crossbow to his cheek and aimed it with his green eye. Everyone held their breath, and the heavy rain seemed to turn into mute instantly. All the sounds in the world were waiting for the firing of the crossbow arrow, and Dagon continued to move forward and took a step.

The string trembled violently, and many raindrops were cut and impacted into pieces. The lid of the pot was drawn in the air, followed by a dull, brief sound. The rain poured down again, and the background sound became noisy again. There was an extra crossbow arrow on the lid of the pot, which was inserted obliquely, and it didn't even shoot through.

"He blocked it! He actually blocked it!"

Of course, it blocked, otherwise what did the weapon master do? Crossbows are easier to use than bows and arrows, with almost no threshold, but there is also a lack of upper limit. The string of the crossbow only has one way to cast a rebound, and the groove of the crossbow arrow is stuck has only one direction to shoot. The crossbow player cannot conceal the attack intention when aiming, and cannot perform the unique skills of the archer when firing. Dagon's judgment is OK, and heavy rain also helped: the crossbow string wasted a lot of energy when sweeping the rain, reducing the initial speed of the crossbow arrow.

"Hahaha, I can't even shoot correctly, and I still want to sleep with me?" Lan Li's laughter slapped at Nuoru's face like a slap. The people around him also smiled, without any friendship with comrades.

Since someone was willing to be the first bird, Dagon walked firmly towards Noru. At this time, the half-elf "surprisedly" found that his crossbow was not easy to wind in the rain, and the horn-shaped lever slipped on the crossbow string. So he shouted loudly behind him: "Cha! Shoot him!"

Bang. When Dagon saw those people pick up the crossbow bow and aim at it, he immediately threw off the canvas, and squatted down to let the lid block the body as much as possible, and rolled in the same direction towards the position where the canvas was thrown out in the rain. The crossbow arrow shot in front and back, but the target was definitely Dagon. Some people aimed at the original position, some people would calculate in advance, and some would consider fake actions.

In the mind of ordinary people, throwing a cloak to the left to attract attention is to be prepared to dodge to the right. This is the so-called "tips" in battle often become "common sense". Some people's habit is that if you point to the east, they will hit the west, and their first reaction is to do the opposite.

Dagon threw out the canvas cloak, shook his arm in the opposite direction, made a fake move, and then rolled under the canvas. Sure enough, a crossbow arrow was deceived by his fake move, and one shot hit the canvas, and the other was blocked by the shield, and all the others were crooked. At this time, Dagon completed a complete roll on the ground. When he got up, he grabbed the canvas with one hand and continued to swing it to the side, and threw the lid with the other hand.

The lid of the pot is made of wood, and some shields are made of wood, but the edge of the lid is not tightened with iron rings. The impact of the crossbow arrow made the wooden strips crack, and the shield can no longer be used for defense. It flew towards Nuo Ru, and Nuo Ru hurriedly avoided, causing him to throw away the crossbow bow in his hand. He actually gave up on the string, which was too slow, and the six crossbow arrows in front and back did not hit Dagon, which made him doubt the crossbow. At this time, nothing could give him more peace of mind than the sword blade, so while avoiding, he drew out the long sword at his waist.

It was a beautiful knight's sword. The complex patterns and inlaid gems all showed their identity, and the sword blade that could emit a halo in the darkness showed that it was a weapon with magic power. This was not like the sword of a robber, but the collection of the nobles. The former lord of the White Horse Town failed to use this sword to destroy the invading robbers, and the robber could not use this sword to damage the coming dwarfs.

As I said before, Dagon shook his head with one hand on the top of his head, and it moved back to the back of his head, pulled out the flying knife and threw it out. Within less than ten meters, Dagon would hardly miss it. Oh, he missed a little. He was aiming at his eyes, but now he hit the throat. As long as he didn't say it, others would just think that he was throwing it too accurately.

Not everyone was as tempted as Nuoru, and was in a hurry. Dagon noticed from his light that a robber was in an orderly manner to string the crossbow. At this distance, the threat of the crossbow was always huge. Only by trying not to be hit, it was impossible to maintain combat effectiveness after being hit. He rushed forward quickly, rushed towards Nuoru, and at the same time reached out to the half-elf-like beautiful sword.

With a knife in the throat, Noru did not die immediately. He suffocated, dizzy, and blood came out, but he had not yet swallowed his last breath. Just now, he only saw a flash of light and a heated neck, and his body and mind became dull. However, when he saw Dagon rushing over, he still tried to raise his hands and aimed at the tip of the sword at the dwarf.

If you kill him, Lan Li will spread her legs.

This was his last dirty thought, and the sentence that removed the word dirty was also valid. The crooked trembling sword tip was not threatening at all. Dagon sided and avoided it, and then hit his shoulder into Nuoru's arms. This bump caused the rain on Nuoru's back to be completely revived, as if a layer of water film was removed; this bump knocked him out of his last breath, and the sword flew away; this bump, Dagon grabbed the crotch and carried him on his shoulder, becoming a temporary flesh shield. He disarmed with one hand, started with the sword, and stretched out from the other side of the flesh shield.

"Let me shoot first! A little later!" The guy beside Lan Li who likes to inlaid nails on the belt was shouted. He was winding the strings the fastest, and he had already licked his tongue and shot again.

It is said that dwarves are good at carrying heavy objects, and this time everyone has seen it. When Dagon saw the studded belt shooting, he used Noru to block it. This arrow was quite dangerous, almost rubbing Dagon's face, but it still shot into Noru's butt.

Lan Li clapped and laughed at this, her joyful look made the robbers feel extremely embarrassed. "Hahaha, stupid! Such a large number of dwarf targets could not be shot, and you five dare not siege them?"

“I’m good at…”

"I don't care what you are good at. Anyway, if you continue like this, your belt will not have a chance to hang on me." Lan Li glanced at the studded belt guest, and there seemed to be a lot of charm in her eyes. At this glance, the crossbow was thrown to the ground, and everyone pulled out their swords with a blink of an eye.

"Yes! Be careful! Surround him!" Everyone's mind finally got a whole.

Dagon needed a melee, it was better than being shot around. He carried a corpse and rushed forward with an acceleration beyond everyone's expectations. In front of him was the group with only two people, and they should restore the size of three.

"Kill!" The three people on the other side of the street began to charge. They did not have mud magic leather boots, and they would slip. Dagon roared, throwing the corpse at one of the opponents, and then pounced on the other. No one wanted to catch Noru's corpse with both hands, so that one person would have to temporarily change the rhythm and fall behind the other. The best way to deal with the melee is to turn it into a partial one-on-one.

He handed out the sword with one hand, and followed with the other hand, and it became holding hands in the middle. Dagon continued to accelerate forward, using more skillful and simple acceleration to force the opponent to not retreat and avoid, and could only block. The man chose the most direct sword blade to sweep, that is, use the sword as a stick. However, when blocking, both hands are easier to exert force than one hand, so Dagon retreated, turned, and continued to stab forward.

The sweeping sword was held up during defense and then squeezed to the chest. The attacking sword continued to move forward with the joint push of both hands, penetrated the armor and penetrated from the middle of the ribs. The sound of armor, skin and bones rubbing on the sword was clearly audible, and the blade was stuck in it. But it didn't matter. Anyway, it was the weapon I picked up, Dagon continued to push the man to the ground, and at the same time, he used the force to restore his body balance.
Chapter completed!