In area No. 4, a bloody battle was going on!
The bandits who had come to Rob them were not hundreds as fire rude had estimated, but thousands.
The bandits surrounded the caravan from all four directions and attacked the caravan's defensive circle without stopping.
The sound of swords clashing was like a storm, filling the entire battlefield.
Blood splattered everywhere, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. In the battle of swords and sabers, people kept screaming and falling to the ground, and the blood that gushed out quickly soaked the mud and stones.
The eyes of the bandits, who had three times the number of the caravan members, were bloodshot at that moment. They only wanted to quickly get rid of the caravan and snatch the goods and application cards!
In the already collapsed defensive circle, fire rude shot out an arrow and killed the bandits who had pounced on him.
Then, he quickly looked for cover and quickly loaded his arrows.
