The two gangsters were sitting at the door of the hotel in Green Valley Town, with dirty clothes and ugly faces. They grabbed the grilled lamb chops and swallowed them round and round. They looked like hyenas, and they kept chewing their upper and lower jaws, which was rough and ugly.
There are many bandits in the north. They live in no fixed homes, eat and sleep in the wild, and can only find opportunities for robbery in the wilderness. Only the chief can feed his stomach, and other trash fishes also live extremely hardships.
The hardships on the verge of death forced the gangsters to be extremely vicious. They are like locusts who are not afraid of death. They swept all over the place at the first opportunity, launched desperate attacks in spite of all, and caused countless human tragedies.
Green Valley Town is a hard bone that the bandits usually can't chew. This time it is easy to break through with the power of the long-legged family, and they will not easily leave when they come in.
The occupied small town hotel is only two floors, with a hundred square meters inside.
The store door is rotten, leaving fresh blood stains. A woman threw herself down outside the store. She was bleeding from multiple wounds on her forehead and arms, although she still had some breath, it was extremely weak.
There were also several slashed corpses outside the hotel, all of them innocent residents. Their blood flowed along the cracks in the stone slabs and spread to the streets outside the hotel, converging into puddles.
The gangster at the door turned a blind eye to this, but grabbed the wine bag and drank aloud, swearing endlessly.
In the middle of the night, the noise spread far with the wind, and the whole town could hear it.
But the town was as dead as a dark graveyard. The gangsters existed like ghosts, and the people who were still alive hid at home and did not dare to show up.
The pooled blood solidified in the depressions of the road, translucent under the bonfire. A fierce air current blew through, the clot of blood broke open, and a bloody hand suddenly came out.
The weird palm was as if the skin was peeled off, bloody and smelly. It splits into two in an instant, and stretches like an electric light, and at the same time strangles the janitor who is outside the hotel.
The two gangsters got so drunk and brag about each other to compare their evil deeds—how many people have been killed, how many weak and weak have been bullied, how many villages have been destroyed, and what heinous atrocities have committed.
What they said was extremely detailed, as if they could hear the crying of children, the screams of women, the crying of men, and the countless ugly faces cheering and laughing against the backdrop of the fire.
The blood hand strangled the two gangsters, stuck their mouthpieces, and extracted their flesh and blood. Let all their words fall silent, leaving only the horrified soul struggling in pain.
Outside the bonfire at the entrance of the hotel, a black staff slowly appeared in the darkness, followed by light to illuminate the necromancer in the black robe.
Under the strangulation of the blood hand, the flesh of the two culprits began to wither. Their faces quickly dried up, their eye sockets were sunken, and their eyeballs burst out.
The necromancer slowly stepped onto the stone steps of the hotel. Ignoring the tragic situation of the culprits, he only looked down at the dying woman at the door, and then whispered:
"This woman is still saved."
After strangling the culprit, the two bloody hands were several times stronger. As if it had absorbed enough nutrients, it slammed toward the ground. The blood puddles on the ground expanded, revealing a blood-colored head first, followed by the body and complete limbs.
'Curse of Blood'.
The anger and unwillingness of the dead in vain merge into the residual blood, and magic gives it the power of revenge. The formed blood man can only exist for a few minutes. It let out a low growl and rushed into the hotel.
Several people appeared in the darkness, and they rushed towards different targets according to Adrian's investigation. A plague pastor followed, inspected the woman who had fallen outside the hotel, treated her and bandaged her.
The hotel is full of sour smells, tables and chairs are dumped, dishes are scattered, more than 30 gangsters occupy the place and spoil the night.
Robbery, killing, torture, orgy, the gangsters cycle like this every time they go. They are in a state of complete relaxation, unsuspecting.
The cursed blood man rushed into the hotel lobby with hatred, and his figure immediately turned into several forks. Its arms are like entangled chains, looking for the nearest gangster to launch an attack.
There was a scream on the floor of the hall.
The gangsters are diverse, a bit shriveled and thin like goblins, some are strong and barbaric like orcs, and more seem to be pitiful like beggars, but in fact they are vicious and cunning like secretly attacking.
The cursed blood man rushed in, and the groggy bandits immediately fry the pot. Some were wounded, some were struggling, and some jumped up looking for weapons.
The yelling and yelling came and went one after another, and everyone was startled one by one.
Seven or eight torches were lit in the hotel lobby, illuminating a terrible scene. The cursed blood man turned into a forked tree trunk, and multiple blood-red arms attacked at the same time.
The gangsters immediately fought back after awakening, hacking with knives, and throwing torches.
Ordinary weapons are useless, and the bloody arm that is twisted and twisted cannot prevent its subsequent attacks. But torches can play a deterrent effect.
More and more gangsters woke up, and the scene became more chaotic.
These guys have rich experience in fighting, trying to get together and counterattack at the same time. Someone is yelling, let the companions attack together.
But Mondino, the necromancer, was already standing at the door of the hotel, and his frosted hoarse voice sounded with the waving of his staff.
"Even as a dead person, I can't stand your atrocities. The despicable person is not qualified or in this world."
Mondino halted his staff toward the ground, and the'panic technique' was released in a 60-degree cone.
The clamoring gangsters are as if they have been severely hit, and the attack in the middle of the night has caused them to fall into disorder and chaos. The power of arcane spells directly impacts their brains, destroying the will to resist.
More than half of the bandits are within the range of Arcane's influence.
They suddenly screamed, and there was endless fear in their hearts. The cursed blood man in front of them suddenly became unimaginably terrifying, like a monster, completely unstoppable.
Run away.
Monster, the monster is coming.
To die, we are all to die.
The morale of the gangsters has always been up and down, and a panic can cause a group of people to collapse. Suddenly, more than half of the gangsters fled with their heads, and the other half refused to stay to resist. They also turned around and ran away.
Panic is always the biggest cause of death and injury.
When the gangsters vacated their backs, the cursed blood man was able to launch an unstoppable attack. Five or six bloody arms stretched out several meters, and once again strangled the enemy's throat.
The strangled gangster was grabbed by the bloody arm off the ground, twisting and struggling constantly in mid-air. Their hands were grasping, their legs were shaking, and they were approaching death in fear and panic.
There were many gangsters who managed to escape, climbed the doors and windows and left the hotel. Just when they thought they would be safe as long as they hide in the dark, a soul-chasing swish sounded.
Arrows shot through their backs.
The half-elf archer stood on the roof of the hotel, the metal composite bow volleyed quickly. Some gangsters tried to take possessions with them when they fled. These guys run slowly and are the best targets.
The half-elf archers were extremely angry with these scumbags. Dark vision allowed him to shoot without any arrows. He could shoot an arrow in almost two seconds, and he would hit the spot within 20 meters.
The steel arrow is extremely penetrating and almost kills unarmored personnel.
The culprit with the arrow in the vest will thump and fall, and then repeatedly twist in severe pain until the last drop of blood is exhausted by the bleeding slot on the arrow shaft.
Among the bandits, there is also an armored leader who is not bad in strength. As long as they can bear their physical strength, they will wear two or three pieces of tattered armor to provide protection as much as possible.
For these bosses, if the half-elf's steel arrow can't accurately hit the head, it will be difficult to shoot effectively.
Adrian is also on the top of the building, and in his hand is a light crossbow equipped with an eccentric wheel, which has a slower rate of fire, but is more precise and more powerful.
This foldable light crossbow is very lightweight, but it must be wound with a ratchet and lever. What it shoots is not an ordinary long rod crossbow arrow, but a slender needle-shaped arrow.
This is a killer weapon designed and manufactured by Arce based on the knowledge of ballistics in the real world.
The metal crossbow can accelerate the slender arrow to more than two hundred meters per second. The arrow speed is fast and accurate, and the armor-piercing ability is two or three times higher than that of ordinary long-range weapons.
The leader of a gangster probably wore iron armor. He was shot by a half-elf archer without falling down. He was still humming and fleeing. But after being targeted by Adrian, he was knocked down with an arrow.
The half-elf cursed in a whisper, then looked back at the light crossbow and said: "This kind of arrow is too vicious, it's not a weapon of justice."
"It is a just trial." Adrian was rather pleased. "Are you going to reject this powerful weapon?"
Hmph..., the half-elf archer turned his head proudly, "I hate the unrighteous, of course I don't refuse to use the most vicious means to destroy them."