The city of Deenwoban and his party have completed their predetermined basic plan, gained fame, and also had more friends, enemies, and of course, some people who are not enemies, let alone friends, but who have a bad heart.

For example: the straw bale baron.

Without the company of Baron Tyre's young lady, Dean would not have received a grand welcome.

Even the escort on the second day, compared with the sincerity of the Baron Zhandu, it was not many levels worse.

Dean looked at the dozen or so lazy guards around him, and was very suspicious of how much combat power the other party had, and I was afraid that those young people under him would be able to fight four or five at a time in the face of these guys.

And when they reached the edge of the Jan's Territory, the leader of the guard, after giving Dean a respectful explanation, hurried away.

"Baron Jan...... Tut! ”

Looking at the other party's back, Dean vaguely commented - in fact, Dean couldn't bring up any sarcasm and sarcasm for the straw bale baron.

The other party's kind of timidity and fear, but from time to time he wants to show his dignity, and then, the way you kneel down as soon as you stare at you has already made Dean not have any sarcastic heart, after all, no matter how many times you sarcastically mock, the other party doesn't care, on the contrary, he will be proud.

For such people, ignoring is the best.

"Drive!"

With a flick of the whip, the carriage continued toward Tyre.

After passing through the Tar Territory, there was less than a day left before the Tyr Territory, and if you hurried up, you would be able to reach the town of Tyre in the late afternoon.

The same. It was also the last and best chance for those who ambushed.

Whether it's the Baron de Fendi. Or Bishop de Holl will not let it go.

The former has hatred.

The latter is because of the position.

But. The heart that wants him to die is the same.

Therefore, some situations will inevitably arise, and Dean has long been mentally prepared for this.

As the carriage moved forward, Dean's eyes scanned the woods around him, the best place to attack on the return to Tyre; In fact. They had been attacked here once when they came.

It's just that, compared to the last time, this time the attacker is obviously a bit amateurish.

Even, without [Perception] making any judgment, Dean had already seen the heavy figure in the distance. Subconsciously, Dean gripped his sword.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......

A dozen arrows shot out from afar, those trying to hide their figures. But the failed ambushers were holding their crossbows. launched its own attack.

Then, there was the second wave.

Then came the third wave.

The arrows rained down like raindrops, enveloping Dean in it!

This is standard, the crossbow shoots in three stages, if it is a shooter who is really good at the crossbow, a phalanx of fifty people is enough to make the opponent who is several times his own hate on the spot.

However, it is clear that these ambushers, although they made a three-stage shooting stance, did not get the essence of it at all.

Not only is there a gap in each attack, but when the third shot is completed, the crossbower who has completed the first shot has not yet completed the crossbow again.

And by this time, Dean was only a dozen yards away from them.

Faced with the rain of arrows before, Dean did not dodge, but jumped straight out of the carriage and rushed over, blocking the arrows with the long sword in his hand.

This is not a difficult task for Dean in [Strength: 3.61] [Dexterity: 3.29].

After all, it was just an unskilled three-stage shot, and the number of people who shot each shot was only a dozen.

If the opponent had doubled the number of opponents and was a little more proficient in three shots, Dean would never have chosen such a direct fighting style.

However, it was clear that this was already the strongest force in the hands of the Baron de Fendi.

Approaching fifty crossbows is obviously quite remarkable for a baron lord, and if it weren't for the iron ore in the other party's territory, it would be impossible to form such a team.

And that's all cheap, naturally, Dean!

"Stop him!"

A leader roared loudly, and the surrounding ambushers temporarily lowered their crossbows, drew their long swords at their waists, and gathered around Dean.

If then, Dean still had to divide his mind to deal with those arrows before.

At this moment, it was completely let go, his feet turned, his body fluctuated, and the attacks were easily flashed by Dean, and the long sword in his hand swept away, stabbed, and slashed obliquely with the sound of the wind.

The [Light Knight Sword] slashed through layers of sword light in Dean's hand, easily harvesting the lives of these ambushers.

Every wind sounded and was always accompanied by a stunned scream.

Each layer of sword light flashed, and a handful of blood gushed out brilliantly.

The white snow on the ground, after a few breaths, was already stained red.

The hot blood melted the snow lightly, and finally formed a red snow water, flowing in all directions.

However, soon, under the cold wind of the snowfield forest, it solidified into ice again.

Laugh at!

The throat of the last ambusher was cut by Dean, and the other party fell, and at the last moment, he did not forget to swing his sword and slash at Dean; However, it was easily flashed by Dean.

"Dead? No, no, it's not a dead man...... It should be, a hint from the Psychic Warlock! ”

Recalling the previous battle, these ambushers were not afraid of death, and they did not retreat from the fight to the death, Dean couldn't help frowning, and suddenly, he thought of the identity of the Fendi spellcaster.

"The number of people before, is that the limit of how many people you can hint at?"

Dean counted the number of corpses on the ground, and silently remembered in his heart - for the strength of the opponent, Dean never hesitated to get more, and knowing himself and his opponent had long been accustomed to Dean.

【XP+70】

The number of nearly fifty people gives such experience points. Not much. Average it down. Each one is just over 1 point, and for Dean, who hasn't reached level 5 yet, it's almost just a real trained soldier's experience points.

"Not even a guy close to the level of knightly strength...... Obviously, the strength of the person who can be hinted at by Defendi can only control so much at this level; If the strength is raised, the number will be reduced, and I show the strength of Xiàn. He didn't think he could do it with one or two knights, so he chose a larger number of soldiers, and then, with a crossbow, wanted to kill and wound by such means, and even only need to consume enough of my body! ”

Dean thought silently, his eyes involuntarily glancing at the carriage in the distance behind him.

As if cleaning the battlefield, Dean examined the corpse. However, it seems that in the end, nothing was found. He picked up a well-looking crossbow and headed for his carriage.

His steps were relaxed, and his breathing was a little quick.

Obviously, the previous battle, although not injured, consumed a great deal of body.

So much so that he couldn't wait to get close to his carriage and wanted to rest for a while.

This is where Dean Table xiàn comes out.

Also seen by the remaining ambushers.

However, compared to the ambusher sent by Defendi, this ambuser was quite patient, and he lurked there, waiting for Dean to approach.

Even, when Dean led the carriage and walked to the previous battlefield, ready to clean up the battlefield in the real sense, he still did not move.

When Dean picked up a couple of crossbows, walked to the carriage again, and pulled the door, the long-dormant ambusher moved—

A long, thin sword, like a viper, stabbed through the open door.

Suddenly, the ambusher had already hid in the carriage of the carriage at some point.

The long sword silently stabbed straight into Dean's throat, and the speed was fast.

Whizzing!

And Dean is not slow, in fact, with the blessing of the talent [Vigilant Heart] and [Indomitable] [Perception], almost immediately, Dean discovered the other party.

However, Dean, who is also proficient in assassination, did not do it immediately.

Just as the other party is waiting for a surprise, Dean is also waiting for the same opportunity - the way of the assassin, putting aside a qiē, the most basic and core purpose, isn't it the surprise?

The moment Dean opened the car door, this was the moment of the greatest surprise, according to the ambusher's guess.

In the same way, Dean, who should have been defenseless, was on guard and counterattacked, which became the surprise of the ambusher.

Poof, poof!

The arrows of the two crossbows, in front of the opponent's long sword, pierced through the opponent's chest, and with the opponent's body, they were nailed to the other side of the carriage.

In the face of an assassination-like ambush, Dean, who killed his opponent, threw the two crossbows in his hand straight out like a frightened cat, and his whole body flew backwards rapidly.

At the moment when Dean threw out his crossbow—

Crash!

The carriage facing Dean's side was even lifted off with the roof of the car, and the pieces of wood and sawdust flew in all directions, not only rushing away the two thrown crossbows, but also a black shadow took advantage of the four flying pieces of wood and sawdust to rush towards Dean.

A long sword with a blue blade, with several sword shadows, was about to envelop Dean with extreme speed.

Dean, on the other hand, was caught off guard, and his whole body retreated again and again.

The two sides rushed forward and retreated.

In an instant, he withdrew a distance of more than ten yards.

At this time, the attacker's sword momentum was still uncontrollable, and it was irrepressibly weak.

Boom!

Dean, who had been waiting for a long time, drew his sword again.

The other party looked at Dean who drew his sword, and immediately wiped the ring on his index finger, and suddenly, a strange force field appeared on his body, and the corners of his mouth under the mask were very disdainful because of the opponent who was about to fall into his trap again, but the next moment, his eyes widened-

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

There was no attack of flames, on the contrary, a crossbow appeared in Dean's left hand at some point, and it was straight for three consecutive shots.

PS First Update~~ (To be continued......)