“Filthy bandit, I will kill you!” said the bastard in front of me and launched another flurry of attacks with that dagger.

Whirlwind Slashes. Elnor’s Movements. Lacerating Cuts. Blistering Bleed.

I stopped each of his attacks with a combination of skills before giving him another slash in the left thigh. He mostly avoided the attack, except for the small cut, which joined tens of other cuts all over his body.

“Old bastard. It won’t be long before I sent you to your grave,” I said and attacked him.

I have to finish this bastard and others soon. Things are working as I had expected them to.

I thought, with the High-Mage running away; I could kill the rest of them with ease. It won’t take even five minutes to complete the sacrifice, but the battle is in no hurry to end.

There have been many mistakes, the biggest one the old bastard, I am fighting. He is far stronger, than I had thought.

The intelligence I had collected and had been provided by the employer clearly stated this Lockridge bastard was an average warrior.

He is a fucking rogue of Level 30 and if that wasn’t enough. The guards of Silver had more strength than intelligence had said. Especially the giant blood, who is fighting against two of my lieutenants.

I do not care about my people dying. If the numbers are limited, I will be more than happy to see them dead.

I was going to kill them anyway after I got Lancel Wilstein. The money I got from it would be more than enough to live my life comfortably anywhere in the world.

I have already decided on the place and made all the preparations to disappear. The bastards from the empire wouldn’t take his death lightly.

Though I have confidence that no one could find my place in the extreme magic region. I don’t want to hide anymore. I want to enjoy my life freely, without care for the world.

All I need to do is kill Lancel Wilstein.

I will need to finish killing these people and complete the sacrifice. Only then I will be able to find Lancel Wilstein.

Hun!

I was thinking about that when I saw something. My lieutenant got split into two by the giant blood’s sword.

From shoulder to waist, with all the blood and guts spilling out.

It shocked me before it turned to anger. I had to force myself to calm down; this is not the place to fight angrily.

I am fine with my people dying, but I couldn’t afford to lose my lieutenants. They are what I will need to deal with High-Mage, when I find Lancel Wilstein.

Now, the giant blood had killed one and moved to fight another and since he killed Soz, it will not be hard for him to kill Jadak.

I could not let that happen.

“See that bandit? Your first lieutenant is dead. It won't take before others started dying, and then it will be you,” said the old bastard and launched another attack. That made his dagger come at me like a snake.

Clang!

I defended against his dagger and moved toward him. Till now, I had been playing safe, conserving my strength to fight against the High Mage.

Now, no more. I will finish this old bastard before killing all the strong ones or I will be the one who will have to run.

I had made that mistake before; I will not make it again.

Bloody Blade. Poison of Ilve. Spurting Vigor.

I stopped holding back and activated three more skills and the first attack I did was at the pest, who had come right in time to interfere.

Puch!

I avoided the old bastard's dagger and appeared directly in front of the short man, who was attacking me, with his boss.

His attack was fast, but not fast enough. I dodged it before appearing directly in front of me and putting my scimitar into his chest.

He tried to avoid and even resisted, with his skills, but my scimitar had crushed through it all.

It is a regret that I did not get to see the fading light from his eyes as another attack from the old bastard is coming.

“You are next, old bastard!” I said as I dodged his attack and moved toward him.

…

“You are really something. You have killed two of our people, despite being so weak,” said the thin blond human bandit, before attacking me again.

I dodged it with a Rapid Legs and Sure Foot, but it had come at me again.

I had been fighting this thin man for half a minute and he was quite skilled at launching a rapid attack. He has skills that worked well together; the only flaw he has is speed.

In his profession, speed is not important as strength.

The bandits fight in the jungle, among the trees. In such places, it is better to fight from a single place, rather than move around. One might get tangled in the vines and fall down.

He might not have much speed, but he is still nearly ten levels higher than me, which gives him enough speed to deal with someone like me.

I am once again dancing on the edge of the knife. His rapid attacks came at me without a moment of break. It is hard to dodge, but after dealing with two enemies such as this, I have gotten used to it.

Or rather, I would say, I learn to calm my nerves and focus more. Not think about death too much.

There is another reason for me able to focus on the battle against the thin man fully. The archer that had been targeting me had stopped, along with all the archers on the eastern battlements.

Now, the archers are only present above the gate and western battlement. I am sure they will be dealt with quickly.

It had freed up our mages and lessened the pressure on the men including mages. Now more bandits dying and if I am right, their numbers have reached nearly equal to us.

With the speed they are dying, their numbers will be reduced further in the coming minutes.

So, I only need to stay alive for a minute or two before someone will come to help me.

As for killing the thin man I am fighting, I don’t think that would be possible for me. He is not an idiot and there is no archer of which I could take advantage of and even if there was, this man wouldn’t fall for such a trick.

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He had seen how the Orcs have died and wouldn’t be repeating their mistake.

Hun!

I was fighting, when I noticed another death. It is not a death of the common bandit, but of the lieutenant.

Captain Azalea had killed the orc she was fighting. She had killed him by piercing her blade through his eyes.

She immediately moved toward Captain Hiren after killing the bandit.

He was fighting against the rogue lieutenant, who seemed to have great skills. He had littered the whole body of Captain Hiren with injuries, especially his left arm, which was hanging.

Hun!

There was a smile on my face seeing the victory of the Captain Azealia, when it froze away.

Baron Lockridge died. The bandit leader had cleanly decapitated the head of Baron Lockridge and was grinning at victory when another shocking thing happened.

Stone killed another lieutenant of the bandit leader.

“You bastard!” the bandit leader roared at Stone and moved toward him. Seeing that, my heart skipped a beat.

Stone is strong, but Bandit Leader is stronger.

Stone also seemed to realize that as he turned to face the bandit leader solemnly.

I wanted to watch their fight, but I couldn’t. I could only get a glimpse now and then, fighting against this thin man.

Fighting against the bandit leader, Stone’s fighting style had taken a complete reversal.

From the pure offense, he had moved to pure defense. It is a wise choice. Bandit leader is not an enemy, he could defeat, with all the advantages his level and giant blood could provide him.

“Our leader had defeated the bastard rogue and not giant blood will be dead too,”

“It won't take long before all of you will die,” said the thin man with a grin and attacked again, while I only dodged.

A few seconds passed and a couple more bandits died and a guard. When another Bandit Lieutenant had died, the half-orc fighting against Captain Julian.

He killed the lieutenant and immediately moved toward the bandit leader without hesitation. It is a very dangerous choice, but Captain Julian took it without hesitation.

A few seconds later, he was against the bandit leader.

Nine seconds after that, another lieutenant died, who was fighting against Captain Hiren and Captain Azalea.

As they killed him, Captain Azalea moved toward the bandit leader to join Stone and Captain Julian, while Captain Hiren drank potions, before taking the stairs toward the battlement.

In less than a minute, the whole battle had changed. Four lieutenants of the bandit leader had died and now three people were fighting against him.

Now four people are fighting against the bandit leader.

Jon had joined the battle by jumping from the battlement, even with skills. It is a dangerous thing to do.

One could break many of their bones, and even die, but Jon is fine.

They have surrounded the bandit leader from all sides, and now he is the one who had gone to the defensive. He may be powerful, but there are four very skilled people fighting against it.

It became especially frustrating for him.

Still, the bandit leader is no weakling. He could still turn the tide, and he had done that many times.

I hope Stone and others remember that.

A few days before coming here, I got permission from the Count to show them some confidential information and Gorlag bandits occupied a large part of that information.

Hun!

A few more seconds passed when something happened. That pleased me to no end.

Finally, people are coming to help me.

Joseph and another guard named Marvin are coming toward me and a thin man sensed them immediately.

Which is why he turned and moved toward them.

I did not follow him, instead took out the potions and drink them, before applying them all over my body.

I did not join Joseph and Marvin in the battle against the thin bandits. I know my limits, and joining them will harm them instead of helping them.

As they would be focused on my safety.

I had just barely applied the potions when I saw an orc coming toward me and prepared myself to fight against him, but a second later, the guard appeared in front of him.

I heaved a sigh of relief and turned to the bandit leader and a grudging respect for his strength and skills couldn’t help but appear in my heart.

He is not only powerful, but also very skilled in battle. He is fighting against four very good opponents, but still not getting suppressed. Instead, managing to get an attack or two against them.

It seemed like, despite the extensive research we have done on him. We still end up underestimating his strength.

Hun!

I watching the bandit leader, when I noticed something on the other side of the fight. The orc-shaman who had been fighting against Zela suddenly begin to retreat, before disappearing into the keep.

I thought Zela would follow him, but she did not, and instead, she joined the battle against the bandit leader and her first spell was a huge sphere of water. In which she had caged the bandit leader.

Instantly, he begins struggling inside.

It is why the mages are so dangerous. They have versatility and range, along with massive power.

Depending upon the skills and spells they have, they could easily crush a couple of people of the same level.

As Zela put the bandit leader into a water sphere; others did not waste any time in acting.

Hun!

They had just moved when something shocking happened. The bandit leader, who was struggling, rip apart the water sphere, sending all four of them a couple of steps back.

He looked around the battlefield, and his expressions become worse.

Though he recovered his expression in an instant and turned to Zela, where his expression changed again.

I thought he would attack her. He is known to pick the mages first, but to my surprise, he did not. Instead, he moved his gaze and looked at me, and a wolfish grin appeared on his face.

Feeling his eyes; I got a terrible feeling.