Perhaps because the traveling merchant who drove alone through the desert was too unusual, even those sand bandits did not attack immediately. And in the position of hunters, they are more like to see this as a game of life and death. There were only three of them, two of them were kids, and the merchant didn't look like he was any good. If that's the case, why don't we just play with them a little more?
Florence picked up a longsword from the ground, he had reluctantly learned some sword protection in the past, after all, traveling merchants were not like those rich men who lay in their carriages all day long, they could hire good fighters and have heartfelt guards, so that they would not lose their soldiers like they did. But what was the use of talking about it now? Those sand pirates are riding on four-legged sand beasts, that kind of thing is as slow as a hippopotamus in the normal land, but in this desert environment, their speed can be compared to the army's horses! As a matter of fact, the most common way of attacking those sand pirates was to ride the four-legged sand beasts waving their scimitars, harassing the caravan like flies. Few caravans survived these attacks, and when they were tired, the wolves came out of the woodwork. Organize a counter-charge with the same four-legged cavalry? You've got to be kidding me! Florence rode one of those things once and it nearly killed him. I'm afraid even the most experienced rider couldn't maneuver one of those things.
"What bad luck!"
Florence drew her longsword and leaned against the broad back of the hunchback, while Jared and the maiden stood to his right and left. Too tactless! Too rash! No matter what, the three of us can't kill dozens of Sand Pirates! And that girl looks so delicate, how could she possibly kill someone?
The girl's slender brows were slightly furrowed, and her blonde hair still glowed vibrantly under the poisonous desert sun. She gently took off the black glove of her left hand, and then Florence seemed to see something on the back of the girl's hand. ...
Ethereal white mystical runes shot out from the back of the girl's hand, gently but quickly wrapping around the girl's left hand. Then, just like Jared, the moment the girl's left hand grasped the light mass constructed by the rune lines, those rune lines swirled and elongated like branches and leaves circling upwards, and then transformed into a thin white sword.
At the sight of the sword in the maiden's hand, Florence's mind went blank for a moment, almost forgetting the threat of the sand pirates in front of him, even leaving behind the question of how on earth she had summoned it, for there was another question of far greater importance.
This is a sword?
Indeed, no matter how you look at it, with the hilt, blade, and guard, there should be no question that the weapon in the girl's hand is a sword. However, it was precisely because there was no problem that the question arose. In Florence's opinion, the sword's blade was too thin, only as thick as a finger, but slightly longer than a normal long sword by several inches, this kind of thin sword even by the sand pirates with a machete just swing a cut, it will be broken immediately. The handguard was carved with a flashy looking sculpture, and what Florence couldn't understand was that the handguard of the sword actually covered the back of the user's hand, if this was for protection, then what were those cobweb-like gaps on it?
While Florence was staring at him with wide eyes, the young girl slightly moved her body, then she gripped the sword with her left hand palm downward, and then actually made a movement of the sword tip hanging down at an oblique angle. Although this action looks very elegant and beautiful, but in Florence's experience, this kind of action is not useful except for looking good! It even hindered the smoothness of the movement, so was this lady an ignorant nobleman with no experience in battle? Who else but them would go through the trouble of doing such a stupid pose that serves no purpose other than to look pretty in a fight to the death?
(Ready?)
Jared's head rang the girl's beautiful voice, and the girl's completely aristocratic, full of elegant style posture is different, his double-bladed longsword dragged sideways at his side, the long and sharp blade end has already gone into the sand. He looked careless and did not look like he was fighting at all.
Two rookies.
This is Florence after observing the conclusion, although the two of them use the sword is also completely different from their own common sense, but that kind of strange techniques and posture is not like the preparation for the battle. But ... what exactly are they?
"Remember, don't be so hasty as to expose your 'abilities'."
Jared's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible in the roaring storm. But the girl on the other side nodded as if she had heard him.
The Sand Pirates were still standing on top of the dune, occupying a powerful position. Because of the distance, they did not see clearly the way the two men summoned their weapons, and now the time had come to attack.
"YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
A cry rang out like a war cry. The Sand Pirates dashed down the dunes on their four-legged sand beasts, wielding scimitar blades that glistened in the sunlight. But strangely, they didn't follow a straight line down the dune, but swung from side to side, and then maneuvered the four-legged sand beasts to surround Florence and the other three. Needless to say, the four-legged sand beasts were indeed very fast, and in Jared's eyes, they were almost indistinguishable from those guys on motorcycles. Fortunately, the 'wheels' of this thing didn't look so hard that they couldn't be hacked off.
Jared stepped forward just as a sand pirate on a four-legged sand beast charged at him, his scimitar slicing through the air in a perfect semicircle, ready to slice Jared's neck.
The black blades, which were originally angled sideways, suddenly rose up, bringing up a large area of gray dust. The sand pirate's smile froze as the blade on Jared's side drew a semicircle in the sand and then lifted. Spinning noiselessly from bottom to top, when the sand returned to silence again, the poor guy's half body has been cut off diagonally, his crooked, blood-stained stiff smile and the four-legged sand beast's front half together in the desert.
Looks like whatever this thing is, it's not as tough as those Humvees.
Jared breathed a sigh of relief, the truth was he wasn't so sure, after all this world was completely different from what he knew. Who knows if the creatures here will be as invulnerable as those alien monsters depicted in science fiction novels? But ... killing ... this is not the first time anyway.
Florence leaned against the body of the camel beast, he stared in amazement, and then rubbed his hands desperately, it was not a dream! You know, he just saw it very clearly! The sand pirate's machete was cutting through Jared's neck before he launched a counterattack! But the Sand Pirate's blade had clearly cut through his neck, but it seemed to have swept through the air, and hadn't caused Jared the slightest bit of damage. Did he dodge it in the nick of time? Florence was confident in her eyesight! He saw the back of the blade, and if Jared had dodged the attack, his body would have blocked the reflection of the blade!
But it is too late to think deeply, at this moment the other side of the sand pirates see companions were killed, angrily roared driving four-legged sand beasts directly rushed to the responsible for serving as the other side of the guard work of the girl. Originally he would like to play with the other side for a while, to see what kind of expression this lovely girl will show ... hehehe, that can really be a kind of enjoyment. But the death of his companion made the sand pirates this almost game mood disappeared. After all, they were companions, and the guy who was now cut in half - hell! That was his best friend! The last time they were on sentry duty, they said they'd get to shoot themselves in the head if they caught a pretty girl next time!
The girl stepped forward, her body elegantly rotated from left to right, as beautiful as a dance. But this action is really too strange, the opponent is still a long distance away from her, even if the timing of the spinning stab is mastered well, it can be in the body to cover up the movement at the same time to attack the opponent's vitals, and with the help of the impact of the opponent to cause serious damage. However, according to her movements, even if she spun around and stabbed the sword, the opponent hadn't even reached her yet.
But in the process, something happened.
The white sword in the girl's hand suddenly "click" a light sound, and then the white phantom suddenly grew several times, like a long white whip thrown over, and heavily hit the head of the sand pirates who did not have the time to defend themselves, and only concentrated on attacking. The sudden attack made the sand pirate wail, and then turned over and fell off the horse, in the desert covered his head and rolled a few times after stopping the action, it seems to be unable to live.
"Crack."
With another soft sound, the slender white phantom quickly recovered and shortened as if it had a life, and once again became the fine sword in the girl's hand, which was as gorgeous as a work of art.
What the hell is going on with these two?
Florence looked to her left, then to her right, and almost fell to her knees with her head in agony.
All right, all right. They're just sand bandits. I should calm down, calm down, it's not hard for an experienced mid-level warrior to deal with these little guys, haven't I seen it before? But these two kids are still children, no, maybe a little older than children. However, this ...
After the death of two people, the Sand Pirates had no intention of making a close attack, and even pulled back some distance for defense. However, they were still circling around the beast cart, with no intention of giving up. Compared to ordinary mercenary groups and armies, it was not so easy to replenish the manpower of the Sand Pirates. Orphaned children from the city have long been booked by the thieves' organizations, and even if they are country bumpkins, it's better to become a bandit than a sand pirate. Who would want to rob in a desert with no birds and no eggs? Indeed, if the goods are plentiful, then a few deaths would be acceptable. But this cart doesn't look like a lot of goods, and we lost two people in a flash, this kind of thing is not worth it.
"Look out! They have hand crossbows!"
To Florence, the Sand Pirates' behavior was all too familiar. If the close attack can not succeed, then the sand pirates will naturally choose the long distance attack method ... This is a problem!
"Incite!"
"Huh?"
The sand pirate who shot the arrow was surprised and rubbed his eyes while riding on the four-legged sand beast. The arrow was clearly well aimed, but why didn't it hit? No, that's strange. It hit the kid? But his body didn't seem to be hurt? But I felt that the arrow hit his body.... His head was flying in the air, spinning around and around, and it looked like he didn't have to think about anything anymore. Jared appeared in the unharmed four-legged sand beast side, the hands of the double-edged sword without a trace of blood. But no one saw how he came, or when he moved.
"Much slower than a bullet."
Jared was still sighing, but he turned back quickly, his mind racing, calculating the number of enemies in front of him, the distances, and the ranges of their weapons.
(Indeed, but not carelessly.)
The girl's voice that rang in her head was smooth and elegant, then her wrist easily flicked through an arc, the white sword followed her movements and suddenly flashed through a few flashes of fire, several crossbow arrows that were originally aimed at the girl were now flicked away by her, as if the girl didn't care about these horrible attacks at all. Three of them were firing at her at the same time, but the girl's sword was able to deflect them all.
(We don't know the effects of weapons in this world, so it's good to be careful.)
"Fair enough."
The flying and spinning black death threw another innocent head into the sky, although the sand pirates had noticed that Jared was coming towards them with his double-edged sword and changed the direction of their attacks, but the arrows that were coated with a huge amount of poison and could even put down a cow with just a scratch on its skin had no effect at all. They only grazed Jared's body by a fraction of a second, but none of them hit. To the bandits, nothing could have been stranger.
"Oooh ... dot zingers! The wind is tight and pulling and wooing!!!"
It was obvious that neither close nor distant attacks could succeed, and the Sand Pirates, who had lost five or six men in just a few moments, couldn't possibly hold out any longer, and one of them, who wore a heavy scarf and looked like the leader, let out a loud cry, and then he put his hand to his lips and blew an odd whistle. The sand pirates who had been circling the cart immediately retreated. The wind swept through the yellow sand, and in just a few minutes, they were gone. All that was left was the sand and the bodies that were being buried.