Two bandits sat at the door of the hotel in Lugu Town, with dirty clothes and ugly faces. They grabbed the roasted lamb chops and swallowed them whole, eating like a hyena, and kept tearing and chewing them with their upper and lower jaws, which was rough and ugly.

There are so many bandits in the north. They live without a fixed place and sleep in the open air. They can only look for opportunities for robbery in the wilderness. Only the leader can eat his stomach, and other miscellaneous fish also have extremely hardships.

The hardships of the verge of death forced the bandits to be extremely vicious. They were like locusts that were not afraid of death, and they swept the ground with the opportunity, regardless of all their desperation attacks, creating countless tragedies on earth.

For the bandits, Lugu Town is a hard bone that cannot be chewed. This time, with the power of the long-legged family, they will not leave easily when they come in.

The occupied town hotel has only two floors, with an internal area of ​​about 100 square meters.

The store door was rotten and there was fresh blood. A woman fell outside the store door. Many wounds on her forehead and arms were bleeding, but although she still had some breath, she was extremely weak.

There were several other corpses that were cut and killed outside the hotel, all of which were innocently killed residents. Their blood flowed along the cracks of the stone slabs and spread to the streets outside the hotel, like puddles.

The gangsters who were guarding the door ignored this, instead grabbed the wine bag and drank loudly, and kept talking nonsense.

Late at night, the noise spread far with the wind and could be heard throughout the town.

But the town was as silent as a dark cemetery. The bandits were like ghosts, and the living people were hiding at home and did not dare to leave.

The gathering of blood solidified in the low-sinking areas of the road surface, and was bright under the bonfire. A chilling air blew, the condensed blood clot broke open, and a bloody hand suddenly poked out.

The strange palm seemed to have peeled off the skin, and the bloody smell was emitting a fishy smell. It instantly split into two, stretching like lightning, and at the same time strangling the guard bandits who were having fun outside the hotel.

The two bandits were drunk and bragged to each other to compare how many people they had killed, how many weak people they had bullied, how many villages they had destroyed, and what outrageous atrocities they had done.

They spoke in great detail, and they could hear children's crying, women's screams, men's crying, and countless ugly faces cheering and laughing in their words.

The bloody hand strangled the two bandits, stuck their mouthpieces, and drew their flesh and blood. All their words were silent, leaving only the terrifying soul struggling in pain.

Outside the bonfire at the entrance of the hotel, a black staff slowly appeared in the darkness, followed by the light illuminating the necromancer in a black robe.

Under the suffocation of bloody hands, the flesh of the two bandits began to wither. Their faces quickly shriveled, their eyes were sunken, and their eyes exploded.

The necromancer slowly stepped onto the stone steps of the hotel. He ignored the tragic situation of the bandits, looked down at the dying woman at the door, and turned around and whispered:

"This woman is still saved."

After strangling the bandits, the two bloody hands were several times thicker. It seemed to absorb sufficient nutrients and sturdy towards the ground. The bloody pot on the ground expanded, first revealing a blood-colored head, followed by the body and complete limbs.

‘Curse of Blood’.

The anger and unwillingness of the dead were integrated into the residual blood, and magic gave it the power of revenge. The formed blood man could only exist for a few minutes. It let out a low growl and rushed into the hotel.

Several more people appeared in the darkness, and they rushed towards their different targets according to Adrian's investigation. A priest from the disease followed, checked the woman who was lying outside the hotel, and treated and bandaged her.

The hotel was full of sour smell, with tables and chairs scattered, and dishes scattered. More than thirty gangsters occupied the place and ruined it all night.

Robbery, killing, torture, carnival, and the bandits cycle in this way every time they arrive. They are in a state of complete relaxation, without any warning.

The cursed blood man rushed into the hotel hall with hatred, and his figure immediately turned into several forks. Its arms were like entangled chains, looking for the closest bandits to launch an attack.

A scream rang out on the hall floor.

The bandits are diverse, a little shriveled and thin like goblins, some are strong and barbaric like orcs, and more are like pitiful like beggars, but in fact they are cruel and cunning like to attack secretly.

The cursed blood rushed in, and the drowsy bandits were immediately infuriated. Some were injured, some struggled, and some jumped up to find weapons.

Screams and roars came one after another, and everyone was alarmed one by one.

Seven or eight torches were lit in the hotel lobby, illuminating a terrifying scene. The cursed blood man turned into a forked tree trunk, and multiple blood-red arms attacked at the same time.

After the bandits woke up, they immediately fought back, drew their swords and slashed, and threw torches.

Ordinary weapons are useless, and the twisted and entangled bloody arm cannot stop its subsequent attacks. However, the torch can have some deterrent effect.

More and more bandits woke up, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

These guys have extremely rich experience in fighting, trying to get together and counterattack at the same time. Some people are shouting loudly to let their companions attack together.

But the necromancer Mondino was already standing at the door of the hotel, and the matte and hoarse voice sounded as the wave of the staff.

"Even as a dead, I cannot bear your atrocities. The despicable are not qualified or in this world."

Mondino paused his staff to the ground, and the "Terror" was released in a sixty-degree conical fan.

The clamoring bandits seemed to have suffered a critical blow. The attack in the middle of the night had already caused them to fall into disorder. The power of the arcane directly hit their brains and destroyed their will to resist.

More than half of the bandits are within the influence of the arcane.

They suddenly let out sharp screams, and endless fear appeared in their hearts. The cursed blood man in front of them suddenly became unimaginably terrible, completely irresistible as if they were demons.

Escape.

Monster, the monster is here.

We are all going to die.

The morale of the bandits has always been high and low, and panic can lead a group of people to collapse. Suddenly, more than half of the bandits ran away with their heads in their arms, and the other half refused to stay to resist, and they also turned around and ran away.

Panic is always the biggest cause of death and injury.

When the bandits empty their backs, the cursed blood man was able to attack without stopping. Five or six bloody arms stretched out several meters, shaking the enemy's throat again.

The strangled bandits were grabbed off the ground with their bloody arms and kept twisting and struggling in the air. Their hands were grabbing, their legs were shaking, and they approached death in fear and panic.

Many bandits escaped by luck and climbed the door and window to leave the hotel. Just as they thought they could be safe by just hiding into the darkness, a sob sound like a soul-chasing sound appeared.

Arrows shot through their backs.

The half-elf archer stood on the roof of the hotel, and the metal composite bow was pulling and volleying quickly. Some bandits tried to bring their goods with them when they ran away. These guys ran slowly and were the best targets.

The half-elf archer was extremely angry at these scumbags. Dark vision allowed him to shoot without any errors, and he could shoot an arrow in almost two seconds, and he would hit the key point within twenty meters.

Steel arrows have extremely strong penetration and are almost a must-have for unarmed personnel.

The bandits in the vest would pounce and then twist repeatedly in severe pain until the last drop of blood was exhausted by the bloodletting groove on the arrow shaft.

There are also leaders in armor among the bandits, and their strength is not bad. As long as they can withstand the physical strength, they will wear two or three pieces of tattered armor on their bodies to provide protection as much as possible.

For these bosses, if the half-elves' steel arrows cannot be accurately shot, it will be difficult to effectively shoot.

Adrian was also on the roof, and in his hand he had a light crossbow equipped with an eccentric wheel. The firing rate was slower, but it was more accurate and powerful.

This foldable light crossbow is very light, but the winding must be levered with a ratchet. It does not shoot out ordinary long pole crossbow arrows, but slender needle-shaped arrows.

This is a murderous weapon designed and created by Alsey based on the ballistic knowledge in the real world.

The metal crossbow arm can accelerate slender arrows to more than 200 meters per second, with a fast arrow speed accurate, and its armor-breaking ability is two or three times higher than that of ordinary long-range weapons.

A bandit leader probably wore iron armor and was shot by a half-elf archer without even shooting two arrows, and was still thrusting away. However, Adrian was shot and knocked down with an arrow.

The half-elf whispered and cursed, turned around and stared at the light crossbow and said, "This kind of arrow is too cruel and not a weapon of justice."

"It is the judgment of justice." Adrian felt pleasure instead, "Do you want to reject such powerful weapons?"
Chapter completed!