noveltune Chapter 4: Perilous Slashes
Chapter 4: Perilous Slashes
Gold turned to urge Roger on.
Faced with battle for the first time, Roger was at a loss. But when he heard God's urging, reason finally overcame his fear.
He rushed forward and forcefully snatched the curved knife from Scarface's hand.
"Hurry up! Other bandits are coming!"
Urged on by God, Roger had no time to hesitate. Noticing the scarred man's ferocious eyes and his roaring expression, the fear, humiliation, and hatred of the past few days surged into his heart:
"You bastard, go to hell!"
Roger hardened his heart, gritted his teeth, and slashed his curved blade fiercely across the scarred man's neck. Blood spurted out, and the scarred man's eyes gradually dimmed...
[Slay a bandit: Experience points +100!]
After killing for the first time, watching the splattered blood, Rogge's initial fervor subsided, and his mind went blank.
Before Gold and his companion could think, they stood up and shielded Roger behind them. Not far away, three bandits, their eyes bloodshot, charged forward with knives in hand!
……
Three knife-wielding bandits charged at them.
The two men from Mertenheim could see that Roger was completely incapacitated and couldn't run far, but they still dragged Roger back and fled together.
However, he couldn't outrun the three bandits. Gode snatched the scimitar from Roger's hand and stood guard beside him.
"There's a knife over there!"
Before he finished speaking, Virgil had already rushed toward the corpses of the bandits killed by the knights not far away.
Three bandits had already approached, and Gold gritted his teeth and fought his way up.
Fortunately, Virgil retrieved his weapon in time, tossing a scimitar to the stunned and bewildered Rogue for protection. Virgil quickly stepped forward to support God, and the two fought against the three bandits together.
By this time, Roger's face was deathly pale. He glanced at the scimitar in his hand, then at God and his companion ahead, who were being forced back by the bandits.
As reason gradually returned, Roger thought intensely for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and charged forward with his knife.
With Rogge's arrival, the two men from Mettenheim instantly felt a relief from the pressure.
However, Roger's strength seemed disproportionate to his height and build, as he swung his scimitar haphazardly...
After several attempts to test him, one of the bandits realized that Roger had absolutely no fighting skills.
Two bandits each held off one of the Mertenheim men, while the remaining one launched a full-scale attack on Rogge!
In modern society, most people have never even touched a model sword more than a few times, and Roger was no exception.
Under the bandits' relentless attack, Roger was almost powerless to resist, constantly retreating until finally, with a heavy blow from one of the bandits, his scimitar slipped from his hand...
The tall and imposing Roger was kicked to the ground, and the thug grinned as he prepared to swing his knife and finish off the terrified and stunned Roger.
Looking at the figure in front of him against the sunlight, Roger's pupils contracted slightly, and his mind went blank.
"I……"
……
In a flash, a longsword was thrown over.
The longsword pierced the bandit's entire skull from the back of his head!
The bandit was dragged to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.
Roger was startled by the sudden scene, his heart pounding, and he was unable to get up for a long time.
Turning my head, I saw that what had pierced the bandit's head was an exquisite knight's longsword. As the bandit fell forward, the longsword was firmly planted in the ground.
A griffin rider charged from behind the bandits fighting God and his companion. Perched high above, the rider smashed one bandit's head with a single blow of his hammer, sending red and white snowflakes flying.
God and Virgil together killed the other one.
……
As the final battle came to an end,
Most of the civilians were rescued, but seven or eight were still hacked to death by the desperate and ruthless bandits...
The three bandits who surrendered had already been spared by the two griffin riders.
But they were still beaten and killed by the angry civilians who had just been rescued...
Roger sat there, stunned, still reeling from the shock of death.
Until the knight rode up close, intending to draw the sword that had been thrown at him.
As the knight bent down, he immediately noticed Rogge, who was half-lying on the muddy ground beside his horse:
He was half-lying down, his pupils slightly dilated, his face filled with terror.
He was only wearing ripped shorts.
She was tall and slender, with fair skin, unlike other indigenous people who were often dark-skinned...
Most importantly,
The knight immediately noticed the boy's scantily clad state before his warhorse...
"Pooh!"
The heat was relentlessly rising from inside the helmet. The knight spat and hurriedly drew his sword, intending to leave.
In the instant he turned his head, the knight seemed to notice something and looked back in surprise:
Black hair, black eyes
These are people from the Silk Road...
still……?!"
Upon noticing Rogge's appearance again, the knight's small face inside the barrel helmet was filled with surprise.
……
Rogge raised his stiff head and looked at the knight in front of him. He didn't know why the knight had stopped beside him.
He looked up, scrutinizing the knight on his warhorse.
Feeling looked down upon and scrutinized, he shifted his legs, too embarrassed to remain half-lying down any longer.
Despite the aches and pains throughout his body, Roger struggled slightly and stood up again.
He could sense that the knight was observing him curiously through the narrow gap in the helmet.
The knight was completely encased in plate armor, paired with chainmail, so tightly that Rogue could not discern any of his features.
Compared to the other two bear-like, imposing knights, Roger felt that this knight appeared somewhat thin, creating a stark contrast with the massive warhorse beneath him…
The knight's legs were long, round, and full, and the way he gripped the horse's belly tightly made Roger a little envious.
Roger silently slapped himself a few times in his heart for having such filthy thoughts at a time like this. He assured himself that there was nothing wrong with his orientation!
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The battlefield was a mess, with the bodies of more than twenty bandits scattered everywhere, while civilians with spare strength were picking up useful items.
Two men from Mettenheim were slumped on the ground.
Roger rushed to their side and saw that both of them had injured arms, with blood dripping onto the ground.
Both were already weak, and in a close-quarters fight to the death, how could they possibly escape unscathed?
"How...how are you all?"
Roger spoke with a trembling voice: In this situation, even if the wounds are not large, if they are not treated effectively, the two of them will soon die from infection!
At this moment, even though Roger had no experience, he knew he had to treat their wounds as quickly as possible...
"It's a minor issue; I wasn't paying attention and got bitten..."
Virgil looked exhausted, but when he saw that Rogge was unharmed, he grinned at Rogge.
"Brother, if you still have the strength, could you find us some bandages to bandage it up?"
Upon hearing God's words, Roger quickly got up and looked around for something to bandage.
Arriving at the pile of items that the civilians had gathered together, Roger rummaged through the pile of clothes, which were the bandits' old garments.
The clothes were blackened and filthy, many soaked in blood...
Roger searched for a long time but couldn't find anything clean enough to satisfy him...
By this time, the sun was so intense on his back that Roger didn't care whose back it was anymore; he quickly draped a long linen coat over his back.
Tearing off a few strips of linen from a fairly clean old garment,
Just as they were about to bandage Gold and the other man, a warm and clear voice suddenly came from behind them. The voice seemed to be deliberately concealing something, sounding deep:
"You can't use that dirty strip of cloth of yours. Use mine to apply some medicine and bandage them up first."
Before Roger could react, a fine cloth bag had already been tossed onto the sand in front of him.
"The medicine is in the bag, find it yourselves, and sprinkle some powder on their wounds."
Rogge turned around and saw the long-legged knight who had just saved his life...
Picking up the bag, Roger was surprised to find that it was made of silk, with an exquisite and luxurious appearance. Gold threads and silk threads were interwoven on it, and several delicate pink roses were embroidered on the surface...
Without time to think, the moment the bag was opened...
A strange, subtle fragrance mixed with the aroma of herbs wafted into Roger's nostrils. Roger subconsciously sniffed a few times before eagerly searching for what he needed.
Unbeknownst to Roger, his every move was being watched by the knights behind him.
Seeing him sniff the bag several times, the knight unconsciously tightened his grip on the reins.
……
Rogge rummaged through the items he needed, glancing over the exquisite little bronze mirror and the gold pendant, until he found something that looked like a small porcelain bottle, from which the smell of herbs wafted—a roll of cloth about the size of a fist.
He took both out, guessing that the knight was referring to these two things.
Looking back, I saw the knight nod.
The ground was stained with blood, muddy and filthy.
Roger casually stuffed the fine cloth bag into his pocket for the time being.
He didn't notice that the bag hadn't been closed in time...
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