Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 171 Attacking Bandits
"Be careful, pay attention to concealment."

Mo Lin jumped off the Nether Leopard, stood on a high place and carefully looked at the castle built of huge stones below. From time to time, he saw people walking back and forth nearby, as if they were on patrol.

"Is this the bandit you were talking about?"

Mo Lin frowned when he saw the iron-like fortress. In his imagination, bandits were just a bunch of mobs living in nothing more than a few dilapidated tents and a few dilapidated stone houses. battle castle.

Wang Ba's face was also a little ugly, looking at the castle at the bottom of the valley covering an area of ​​nearly a thousand acres and the sentry towers at the two corners that were more than ten meters high, he said awkwardly: "I don't know what it will be like, young master, or we withdraw?"

"Get rid of you big-headed ghost." Mo Lin really wanted to kick Wang Ba, "For this mine, I bought more than 7000 low-grade soul stones and ran for a long time with the Sword God Legion. Go in!"

"Then what should we do? The opponent has a castle defense, and if we want to attack it, I'm afraid it won't be that easy."

"Do you need to say that? Let me ask you again, are you sure that this mine is unowned? Don't wait for a group of troops to come and wipe us out after we take it down."

"I'm sure, there is absolutely no mistake. The owner of this mine is surnamed Yuan, and he is a family friend with our Tianchi family. My fourth uncle's daughter is married to the Yuan family. The news is absolutely reliable."

"Okay, I'll just trust you once. If something goes wrong, I'll kill you first."

Mo Lin was unable to get off the tiger. In order to exterminate the bandits, he spent all his money. Along the way, he kept imagining the scene of getting rich overnight. Now, the mine is in front of him. If he just goes back like this, all his hard work will be in vain. Blacksmith I'm afraid that the business of the shop will also be put on hold. The efforts of these two days are tantamount to wasting work, which is definitely not something he can tolerate.

"Everyone dismount and stand by."

It was about the life and death of the Sword God Legion, so Mo Lin had to be careful. He ordered his men to get off their horses and wait for orders. He lay on the hill and stared at the castle for more than an hour. He found that the huge castle was empty, except for the five or six Except for a patrolling bandit and a dozing minion on each of the two towers, no other people were seen.

"My lord, the castle seems to be empty."

Wang Ba also saw the abnormality, "This is an opportunity, why don't we rush in and occupy the city directly? According to the information I collected, there are about 120 bandits here, and the leader of the bandits is a fourth-level Martial masters, there are no more than 20 martial master-level powerhouses under him, and the rest are all warriors, so they are totally vulnerable."

Mo Lin hesitated for a moment, and just about to give the order to charge, Ouyang Xueqing suddenly rushed out, and her voice came from the air.

"Aren't they just a few bandits, they're really troublesome."

"return!"

Mo Lin shouted anxiously, Ouyang Xueqing is his last trump card, and also his woman, how can she be seen in danger alone, but the heartless woman has been waiting for more than an hour, and she has long been impatient, and simply ignores him Her figure flickered again and again, and soon she came to the gate of the castle, but she did not see any movement, and suddenly a few crystal clear ice flowers flew out of her body, two floated towards the towers on both sides, and the rest flew into the castle. The few guards in front of the door took just two breaths, and all the bandits fell to the ground without a sound.

"rush!"

Mo Lin was angry and depressed, he lay on the top of the mountain and calculated for a long time, but Ouyang Xueqing solved it with a few ice flowers. He felt that he was too shameless and timid, even worse than a woman.

Hearing the order, the Sword God Legion, who couldn't wait for a long time, got on their horses, pulled out their heavy swords, and rushed towards the castle screaming, rushing into the gate without any resistance.

After entering the castle, Mo Lin realized that it was an empty city at all. He ordered a search for bandits hiding in the surrounding area. He searched all the corners and found none.

"Master, there is a cave behind, and there are people in the cave, and a fight has already started."

Shouting in puzzlement, a soldier in charge of the search suddenly reported to Mo Lin, and Mo Lin followed him, turned left and right, and rushed out from a small door behind the castle. The scene in front of him instantly made his heart ache.

Behind the castle is an open space that is half the size of a football field. The opposite is facing a cave. There are people rushing out of the cave wielding swords. A dozen or so barbarian soldiers are surrounded in the middle, fighting hard. There are about a hundred people, most of them are warriors of level [-]-[-], and there are also a few warriors in the soul realm. From the perspective of number and strength, it is almost the same as the information obtained by Wang Ba.

Before Mo Lin could give an order, the Iron Lion and a dozen soldiers who followed behind him had already charged forward brandishing their heavy swords.

Although there are many opponents, most of them are weak. In addition, they are using the most common weapons. Facing a steel shield in one hand, a 280-jin heavy-cold iron sword in one hand, and a barbarian warrior riding a dragon horse, they are totally vulnerable. Originally, a dozen or so people were enough for them to deal with, but now with the addition of Tie Shi and others, they were immediately beaten to pieces and screamed.

Mo Lin could tell that the battle in front of him didn't need to be fought by himself at all, and the battle would end in at most 5 minutes.

But at this moment, a loud roar suddenly came from the opposite cave, and seven or eight cold lights shot out, directly attacking the few barbarian warriors who were rushing forward.

Those cold lights were throwing spears one and a half meters long. The tips of the spears shone with a faint blue luster, and they were extremely fast. As soon as they flew out of the cave, they arrived in front of the target.

The reaction of the barbarian fighters was not slow. The sound of piercing the air caused by throwing spears aroused their vigilance. Seeing the blue spear flying suddenly, a barbarian fighter raised the giant sword in his hand and slashed out.

"Crack!"

There was a loud noise, and the throwing spear was knocked flying, but the giant sword in the barbarian warrior's hand was bounced, and the blade jumped out of a gap as big as a cup, and the mount under his crotch was shaken back again and again, making a loud noise. Neighing.

This humble throwing spear actually contains tens of thousands of catties of strength!

Another barbarian warrior held up the steel shield in his hand to resist. Who would have thought that the steel shield, which can block even the full blow of a third-level martial artist, failed to stop the spear-throwing attack. Color-pointed spears pierced through shields and dug deep into the barbarian warrior's chest.

"careful!"

Mo Lin's pupils contracted sharply, and he yelled, but it was too late, five of the eight barbarian warriors who were attacked were shot with spears, and one of them fell off his horse directly.

"Back to defense!"

Mo Lin's heart rose to his throat in an instant, and he gave the defensive order. The training for many days finally paid off. More than 20 barbarian soldiers put down their charge, turned their horses, and quickly gathered around Mo Lin, standing in front of him. Standing in a row, set up a defensive formation.

"Who are you, dare to sneak attack on my Dulong's cottage, are you tired of living?"

There was a loud roar from the cave, and a naked, muscular, bald-headed, one-eyed strong man came out of the cave with a giant hammer. Behind him were eight dark-skinned, two-and-a-half-length men. Half a meter high, with five or six spear-throwing giants on their backs.

(End of this chapter)