Chapter 6 Father and Son

In the wild jungle, mosquitoes were flying, and a tired and old black horse was pulling a wooden cart slowly forward, its hooves constantly stepping on the wet mud, leaving sunken holes.

A thin black-haired boy sat on the cart, looking dull.

He was wearing a light brown long coat, leaning against a package made of leather and cloth, and his blue eyes looked a little dull.

The man leading the black horse was a middle-aged man with two mustaches, with a lazy temperament, wearing leather armor made of tough black leather, and his blue eyes were always full of vigilance to the surroundings.

The father and son had one thing in common that was hard to ignore, that is, there was a very clear and complex red brand on the back of their left hand.

The lazy middle-aged man yawned, squinted his eyes and asked: "Byrne, how much money do we have left? How far is it from Nasir?"

The black-haired boy lowered his head, stretched out his fingers to count for a moment, raised his head and reported in a series:

"We still have three silver coins, 355 copper nars, two days of food and water, and only thirteen hours left to the town of Nasir."

Byrne's father, Lucius, smiled bitterly and shook his head and sighed.

One silver coin is equivalent to twenty copper coins, which means that our total assets are only that little.

"Do we have to go to Nasir?"

The black-haired boy Byrne's eyes were full of hesitation. After a moment's hesitation, he continued, "I always feel that we should be more cautious, father. What if there is some kind of trap waiting for us?"

Lucius was silent for a while, and said, "Byrne, you are very smart and have read books. You are smarter than me, but you are too timid."

"And you still don't understand that some fates cannot be avoided. Every time we enter the middle of the night in the past few days, you and I will hear the indescribable whispers in our dreams, and there has been no sign of stopping."

"Nasir, there is something extremely great in that town calling us. Obviously, it is the fate contained in the blood, and it is impossible to escape forever."

Byrne lowered his head and said nothing, and did not refute his father's opinion. The old mercenary was more knowledgeable and more authoritative than himself, and he was not good at arguing with others.

The old horse pulled the cart very slowly. Darkness gradually fell, and the two came to the edge of the jungle near Nasir. Ancient trees and green vines intertwined to form an intricate maze.

The night gradually deepened, and the carriage stopped in a muddy but relatively open land.

Byrne lit a bonfire to illuminate the surroundings in the silent night. The flames jumped, warm and soft, bringing a hint of vitality to the cold valley in autumn.

The trees were more visible under the firelight. Lucius suddenly put down his hands that were chewing bread, and suddenly picked up the long sword not far away, and quickly stood up and looked at the figure not far away.

The figure in the dark stood in place and shouted.

"Don't move, just hand over all the money you have, and we promise not to hurt you."

Lucius squinted his eyes and saw clearly that there were three armed robbers in the dark. The leading robber was a tall and strong man wearing leather armor.

They surrounded from three directions and entered the range illuminated by the light. Two robbers held axes and one robber held a sickle. Seeing the shining sword in Lucius's hand, they were obviously afraid.

The tall and strong man held an axe and said cautiously: "Put down the sword, think carefully before deciding to fight. There are three of us, and nothing will happen as long as you cooperate honestly."

Byrne was trembling with fear, and almost huddled in a ball on the spot with a pale face, not daring to move at all.

Lucius also changed his face immediately, and said with fear: "Don't do it, don't kill us, I am willing to hand over all my property."

He said so, but still did not put down the sword. The three robbers were also very vigilant. The two sides confronted for a long time and no one dared to advance or retreat.

The tall and strong man was sweating under the light of the fire, and suddenly roared loudly: "Then hurry up, put down your sword!"

"Okay."

As soon as he said "Okay", Lucius suddenly rushed forward and stabbed the tall and strong man who was the leader of the robbers.

The tall and strong man was well prepared, roared and kicked forward suddenly.

Lucius's forward figure turned directly, dodging the fierce kick, and swung his sword to cut.

He wanted to kill the bandit leader first to scare off the other two. This was undoubtedly the most effective way, but it was also full of gambling.

The sharp sword slashed across his shoulder, blood splattered, but it failed to accurately hit the neck and kill him directly. The tall and strong man howled and subconsciously retreated quickly.

"Help me!"

The other two bandits were stunned for a moment, and they also rushed up with a roar. Byrne took the opportunity to run towards the jungle without hesitation.

"Damn it."

The surprise attack failed, and Lucius turned around and swung his sword again, glaring at the two with a ferocious face.

The sword blade swung over, scaring one bandit to subconsciously step back half a step with a sickle, and the other bandit raised an axe and roared and chopped over, but the landing position was off by an inch.

The difference in the sense of distance is the difference between life and death.

Lucius rushed forward suddenly, knocking him backwards and falling to the ground, and then stabbed the robber in the heart with a sword.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

The other robber with a sickle was frightened and trembling. The tall and strong man suddenly shouted fiercely: "You and I will attack together!"

"Two people together" made the robber with the sickle seem to have a backbone, and the two shouted and attacked Lucius from the front and back.

"Die!"

Lucius roared to scare off the sickle-wielding robber again, but found that the other party closed his eyes and shouted while swinging the sickle, so he had to dodge flexibly to the side.

The strong man's axe chopped down fiercely, and Lucius hastily raised his sword to block it, but was pressed to one knee by a force that was almost like a bear, with pain in his palm and gnashing his teeth.

So heavy, amazing power, does this guy have subhuman or alien blood in his body?

Lucius finally rolled over to relieve the force and quickly got up, but the two robbers attacked him from the front and back, intending to repeat the same trick. He could only turn around and run towards the dark jungle.

"Chase!"

The two robbers also aroused blood and didn't want to let him go at all.

Byrne hid behind a tree not far away, trembling, walked over with a pale face, bent down and picked up a torch from the campfire.

Another scream and wail sounded, he raised his head and gritted his teeth and followed quickly, and soon saw the sickle-wielding robber fell to the ground with his stomach ripped open.

Not far away, a huge strong man bandit pressed his father to the ground fiercely, using the axe blade to press the father who was struggling very hard. The power difference between the two sides was too great.

Byrne ran over and burned the torch on the strong man's face!

"Ahhhhhhh!"

The beard on his face burned instantly, and his skin burst open in an instant. The strong man wailed wildly but refused to get up, as if he wanted to crush Lucius to death under him no matter what.

"Ha!"

The burning pain still caused the strength of the strong man's hands to decline. Lucius suddenly roared and lifted him up.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

The strong man wailed and climbed up, holding the axe high, but his whole face was split in two by the sharp sword, and then a sword pierced his heart to make up for it. Blood spurted out, and his tall body gradually stopped and knelt down, and finally stopped moving completely.

"Huff, huh, huh..."

Lucius sat on the ground panting, exhausted.

He stared at his son who was almost vomiting with his mouth covered, and couldn't help but smile after a narrow escape.

"You, aren't you afraid of blood?"

As soon as the voice fell, the thin Byrne fell straight down like a log.

"..."

Lucius had long been accustomed to his son's innate defects. After resting enough, he stripped all the valuables from the three bodies and put them all on the carriage.

A total of 25 copper nars, three inferior weapons, and a bag of cooked beans.

"Tsk, it turns out that they are all disgusting poor ghosts!"

He frowned and buried the three bodies overnight, cleaned up all the traces of the father and son, and drove the carriage away overnight with Byrne on his back.

Lucius knew in his heart that many farmers and fishermen would play bandits. He must not expose the fact that he killed the three of them in Nasir Town. The place where the bandits appeared was very close to Nasir Town, and their relatives and friends might be in the town.

"It's still five kilometers away from Nasir."

He suddenly felt that the red mark on the back of his hand had a real burning sensation.

The young man Byrne on Lucius' back frowned and sweated profusely, as if he had dreamed of something extremely terrible.

He heard some terrifying whispers, almost without human emotions, conveying a language that did not belong to the mortal world, reconstructing some extremely great will that could not be ignored.

Nasir Town.

There was something extremely great in that seaside town, constantly calling out to Byrne and his son.