Chapter 64: There's nothing to be afraid of
Mike took a deep breath and felt a little nervous and uneasy.
He was somewhat nervous and paced to the balcony, leaned against the railing and looked outside, stretched out his hand to gauge the distance, and then shrank back again.
"It's getting heavier and heavier."
He couldn't help but whisper to his companions, "What if you can't light it then?" β
"No way, it's an arrow stained with black fire. The rain can't be extinguished. β
His companion shook his head, carefully dismantling the four arrows in the quiver and inserting them back into their place.
Black fire has a fairly strong stickiness. This is done regularly to prevent them from sticking to each other and not to ignite when taken out.
Mike sighed and sat down on the bed, "I'm not worried about the black fire being extinguished by the rain. I'm worried that when it rains a little harder, I won't be able to see where the bucket is......"
"Where's the four pots of arrows, brother?"
His companion said unceremoniously: "If you don't hit a pot of arrows by then, then replace me." β
"You'd better come," Mike disagreed, "and you can take my share of the bounty." To be honest, I don't like that kind of money. β
ββ¦β¦ What kind of good work are you kidding? β
His companion was slightly stunned, and asked in disbelief, "That's a whole five pounds!" If you really don't want it, I'll really get it? β
"......What is five pounds?"
Mike grinned, baring his buckteeth, "That's what makes a lot of money." β
As he spoke, he pointed with his chin to the four pots of black rockets that had been placed on the table.
He grinned, leaned over and crutched his companion with his arm: "Hey, man, are you in the gang?" We've hidden this number...... Do you know the price? β
As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and gestured to a five, and whispered, "Five buckets." If you want to join the house, bring at least one bucket with you. β
ββ¦β¦ Did you hide the black fire? β
His companion asked incredulously, "This is a capital offense!" β
"you*, isn't it a capital offense to murder a lord?"
Mike smacked on the ground and cursed, "Let our brothers do this kind of work, old Bobble deserves to be cut off." β
"βgood scolding."
Just then, they heard a low voice.
They stood up vigilantly, reaching for their weapons beside the bed.
But at this moment, an arrow suddenly shot in from the window, burning with black fire, and ignited the bed at once.
The flames on the arrow were very dirty, emitting a pungent stench, and a steady stream of black smoke that made it difficult to open an eye.
"Don't move."
The voice continued to sound from the window, faint under the increasingly intense rain: "You know what this is. β
As he spoke, a strong, tall man in new brown leather armor jumped in.
He held his sword in his right hand and raised it high at them. In his left hand, he holds a pot of quiver without arrows.
The next moment, another arrow shot into the house. This time it was the corner of the wall that hit.
But the two people in the room were even more nervous.
This means that there are at least two people who come to attack them!
ββ¦β¦ Friends, who are you? β
Mike asked cautiously, "Anything is easy to talk about...... Why don't you let your friends outside come in and take shelter from the rain? β
"No, we'll leave right away."
The swordsman, whose hair was disrupted by the rain but whose eyes were not moved in the slightest, looked at Mike calmly: "You say...... You hid five barrels of black fire? β
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Unsure of which side this person belonged to, Mike didn't dare to talk for a while.
But this attitude of his has shown a lot.
Without hesitation, the swordsman drew his sword and stepped forward.
The muscles squirmed abnormally, and the force pumped from the heart to the armβ
- Strike with all your might!
Mike's companion was caught off guard and tried to raise his short sword to parry.
But as soon as the short sword was raised, it was attacked by a sword, and it flew out to the side with a whirl!
"Uh-huh......!"
His right hand was directly numbed by the huge force, and he even felt that his wrist was sprained.
But it's all trifles β
Seeing that the second sword was still wide open and closed and slashing at him without stopping, his heart was full of despair.
Military swordsmanship!
It's the people of the army β
The next moment, his head flew out with a whirl, slammed into the wall, and his body fell backwards weakly.
"You shouldn't be an enemy of your lord."
The swordsman replied calmly.
At that moment, there was a strange noise outside the window. A young man, also drenched and armed with a longbow but no armor, jumped in.
"Let's go, old goose. Next place. β
The young man urged casually, but his eyes quickly noticed: "Why did you keep a living mouth?" β
"He hid five barrels of black fire."
Delicious Wind Goose replied solemnly: "Tie him up, change someone to torture him, let's go to the next place ......"
"No, no torture, no torture, two military masters!"
Mike saw that his companion was beheaded without making a move, and he was so frightened that he broke his voice: "I'll just tell you directly!" I've only been recruited for three months, and I don't know anything! β
"If you knew, you wouldn't have been left to do such a thing."
Delicious Wind Goose sneered: "Do you really think that you can get the money afterwards?" β
When Mike heard this, he was slightly stunned. There was silence.
"I never intended to,," he snorted self-deprecatingly, "or else would you do such a thing......
"Give me a word, Master Jun. If I had said the right thing, would I have been spared? β
Mike looked pleadingly at the delicious wind goose.
Delicious Wind Goose replied calmly: "If we can really get it, we won't kill you." β
"Three of the five barrels of black fire were mine, and I hid them at the bottom of that lake in the Eastern End. The stone near the west bank went straight down, scattered under the silt. You can find it with a little searching. β
Mike's heart was slightly relieved, and he immediately replied.
But he soon saw obvious disappointment in the eyes of the two.
He panicked.
Why?
"Forget it, it's too much trouble. I didn't have the time to find it. β
The delicious wind goose shook his head and commented pityingly: "What a delay in time." β
"I came up with a game where you draw a big circle and ask you to find someone, and then you find it all in the corner."
The child couldn't help but complain.
"What a waste of time, I thought I would save the time of carrying a bucket out of the house...... Experience for you, kid. I'll make a note of this address in the forum.,Whoever is idle and hurts the pain will dig it.γ Tsk, this digging out is estimated to be less than half a day. β
"Okay."
The stray child happily answered, took the sword from the hand of the delicious wind goose, and beheaded Mike, who was stunned in place until he died, with a bewildered face and a neat sword.
Mike didn't even blink.
He simply couldn't understand why they weren't interested in the black fire he was hiding......
"Oh, Ah Gang said over there, you can go on. The last place was single-handedly brushed by her, you go to the house and squat first, Gerald should be in the house quickly. β
The delicious wind goose patted the child's shoulder: "Ready to hit the road, brother dei." β
"Okay!"
The child perked up and made an excited sound.
His concentration was high and his morale was high.
Maybe......
"It's going to be okay to do your best to get some output, but it's okay if you miss and kill that guy, right?"
The child glanced at the countdown to his death, and said in a deep voice as usual: "Now that there is nothing to be afraid of-"
"You're a broken jar, so you dare to say any lines......"
Delicious Wind Goose couldn't help but complain: "Why don't you go to K11 to eat barbecue together after going offline tonight?" β
ββ¦β¦ Are you going to die with me? β