Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 3 Highwaymen
Brian squinted his eyes in the bright sunlight.

Soon, a subtle movement of a shadow near him caught his attention.

After a while, a figure in a gray cloak jumped out from behind the broken wall and stood 50 meters away from Brian.

I saw him open his hands, deliberately revealing his strong chest covered with black chest hair, blocking Brian's front.

Brian on the side was not surprised, as calm as ever.

"Brian of Tigrila, isn't he?" asked the man who blocked his way, his voice thick with the accent of the Kingdom of West, obviously a native.

Brian didn't answer or move, but his eyes were alertly watching the rocks on both sides of the ruins.

"You killed our Mouse Gang." The sturdy man glanced at the unrecognizable corpse that was pecked by crows, and continued: "Either keep the money or keep your life."

After finishing speaking, the man showed a wicked smile.

Although Brian had never heard of the Rat Gang, he had always been quick to get rid of this kind of highway robbery.

Relatively speaking, he prefers to kill people at the slightest disagreement.

That's why the Fat Baron and the townspeople ran away in fright when they heard his name.

Seeing that Brian still didn't answer his question, the sturdy man walked over slowly, throwing his cloak to the ground as he walked, revealing the sword hanging under his belt.

"Are you fucking deaf?" The man cursed angrily, pulled his sword out of its scabbard, took another step forward, and threatened, "You're injured, so obediently hand over the money, or I and my Friends will take the money from your dead body."

The burly man was right, he was indeed injured, and it was very likely that he would be unable to move because of it, which was why they dared to be so presumptuous in front of them.

Brian still didn't speak, didn't move, and didn't pull out the only long sword in his waist. He just stared coldly at the man who was slowly moving forward with his obsidian eyes.

Such a simple move quickly angered the sturdy man in front of him.

I saw the man winking quietly to Brian's left.

Brian naturally noticed the opponent's small movements, and he glanced over there inadvertently, just in time to see the robber's accomplice in the shadow between the two huge broken walls, holding a bow in his hand.

"Now." The burly man said, "Brian of Tegrila, I will give you one last chance."

Brian didn't say a word, he quietly put his leather boots under a stone, and didn't do anything else.

He just stood there waiting for the opportunity, staring at the sturdy man, and out of the corner of his eye, aimed at the archer hiding in the dark.

Keen perception allows Brian to clearly see his enemy's movements, the slightest muscle contraction, and every blink of an eye.

In an instant, Brian acted first. Enduring the pain from the wound on his leg, he jumped forward to the left and kicked out his right foot.

He kicked the stone at his foot in the direction of the archer, and while Bryan had the ability to hit him, it didn't make much sense, he just wanted to divert the opponent's attention.

The nervous archer shot the first arrow. Brian, who heard the wind, let his cloak float up uncontrollably, intending to intercept the arrow.

However, to his surprise, he didn't have to worry about the threat of back arrows at all, because the archer made a serious mistake due to nervousness, even if he stood still, he would not be shot.

Brian took this opportunity to rush towards the sturdy man holding a sword in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed two other people appearing from behind the broken wall of the ruins at the same time.

Brian rushed forward at an unexpected speed, and dodged the attack of the man with the sword within a fraction of a second, and then appeared from behind the man, successfully grabbed his hair with one hand, and with the other Pulling out the sharp sword in his hand, a cold light was drawn across the man's neck.

The scarlet blood flew out for a distance of five or six meters, and the man fell heavily on the ground. He didn't seem to be dead yet, but he just didn't breathe.

At the same time, two other people rushed towards Brian, one from the front and the other from behind.

Brian went forward unhurriedly, his sword was shining in the golden sunlight, he held the sword in his left hand and attacked the enemy directly in front, and then picked out another sword flower.

The enemy in front of him easily dodged Brian's attack, but Brian's attack was just a false move. He crossed his sword with his right hand, holding the hilt with both hands, and then suddenly stepped back, and at the same time His own weapon and hands turned behind him.

Immediately afterwards, Bryan felt the point of his sword piercing the chest of the enemy behind him, and heard the gasp of air as the man's lungs were sliced ​​open, like an old bellows.

Then Brian instinctively turned to the right, and leaving the impaled man on the blade, he used the man's body as a shield against the archer's attack, and the archer fired another arrow as he expected.

But the pig teammate made another serious mistake, and the arrow hit the ground in front of Bryan.

"Idiot!" Brian sneered, and at the same time pulled the long sword violently, throwing the person he killed on the ground with inertia, and gracefully retracted the sword in his hand.

He killed so smoothly and gracefully that the remaining robber finally realized that he was no match for him, turned and fled quickly.

Brian ignored it, but turned quickly and disappeared into the shadow of the broken wall.

"Where is he?" shouted the lost archer, fear and frustration evident in his voice.

"Where is he?" the archer yelled again, this time looking a little broken.

"It's right behind you." Brian whispered, as if death had come.

A sharp sword inscribed with elven runes flashed past, severing the bowstring, and before the stunned archer could react, the blade was at his throat.

"Please don't... kill me..." the archer stammered. His body was shaking so hard. Although Brian didn't move, the sharp sword still made a small wound on his throat. .

"I still have children to raise... many, many children to raise... please... please, don't kill..." the archer stopped suddenly as he spoke, and a gurgling sound came out of his throat.

"Then choose a safer occupation next time."

Brian finished, drawing a deep gash across his throat, while stomping on his chest, then on his terrified face.

Soon, Brian saw the fourth escaped robber, who was trying to sneak away in the shadow of the broken wall.

This guy was obviously running towards the town, but he didn't dare to run for his life in the sun.

Even if his leg was injured, Brian could catch up with the opponent in an instant, and even quickly repair the bow string and shoot him to death with one arrow. However, he did not do it. Instead, he looked at him with interest and stretched out his arms. Empty palms.

——"Secondary electric shock ball!"

As Brian whispered, the surrounding air crackled, and a smell like ozone permeated the air.

At the same time, an electric shock ball with small lightning bursts on its surface emerged in his palm.

With a thought, Brian's dark purple electric ball flew out.

Accompanied by a bang and a mournful howl, Brian carefully wiped his long sword clean and put it back into the scabbard, riding a light horse and disappearing into the ruins.

(End of this chapter)