Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

"Elsa, you mean the one you smelled earlier?"

"Well, that smell is very special. It doesn't seem like something naturally formed."

Having said that, Tricia had the same guess as Elsa in her heart. The smell that ordinary people couldn't smell seemed to be the reason that attracted these monsters. But Tricia felt it was very strange - it was just an ordinary caravan, who wanted to kill these people?

Elsa was also thoughtful.

At this time, Elsa looked in a certain direction of the forest.

"Tricia, I feel something approaching again, but it's not a monster this time."

"Humanity?"

"Yes, it's human footsteps—the sound of armor is very obvious."

Although it was obvious, no one present noticed it except Elsa, and the same was true for Tricia.

Tricia sighed, "Looks like we're here to reap the spoils."

Aisha glanced at Tricia and asked, "Are these people targeting the caravan?"

"Perhaps... I'm just guessing. If, as you say, the monsters were attracted by the smell, then that's quite interesting. Monsters aren't interested in the cargo, so even if everyone here dies, as long as the cargo isn't damaged, it still retains considerable value, right?"

Tricia explained.

"To put it another way, even if the caravan successfully resists the monsters' attack, it's already at its weakest point. If I wanted to do anything to the caravan, I would definitely choose now. This is the most appropriate opportunity."

Aisha was silent, and Tricia seemed lost in thought.

The first thing that came to their mind was - were these people really after the goods? Was it possible that their plan had been discovered and the remnants of the Demon King's army were targeting them and intercepting them?

But this speculation was quickly denied.

Because these monsters are really too weak, if you want to set a trap for Elsa and Tricia, it is almost impossible to succeed without a demon general level demon.

Then, the other party’s purpose should be very simple: to come for this batch of goods.

The other party should be a robber.

But all in all, neither Elsa nor Tricia showed any nervousness on their faces. No matter who the other party was or what their purpose was, the result would not change.

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301. This woman seems quite fierce

Silbaz came riding over.

"Ms. Fasha!"

Aisha and Tricia stopped chatting and looked at Silvers.

When he saw Elsa again, Silvers' eyes subconsciously fell on the straight sword at Elsa's waist. The straight sword looked ordinary. It was indeed a cheap product that a blacksmith could make many of in a day. One gold coin could buy a lot of it - this seemed to emphasize to him that he was not wrong before.

So, was he wrong?

Silvers suppressed the confusion in his heart and decided not to think too much about it. He jumped off the horse and greeted Aisha and Tricia.

"Ms. Fasha, are you and your companions all right?"

Silverbaz asked, his eyes passing over Aisha and sweeping between Charlie, Becky and the others. Although they had experienced a battle, except for Aisha, Alman and Becky who were stained with some monster blood and mud on the ground, they did not seem to be in a mess or injured. Moreover, Silverbaz could not sense any tension in their eyes. Everything seemed to be going smoothly.

These people are really calm. It seems I was overthinking it - Silbaz thought.

As expected of a silver medalist coming out of an old fortress city like Dammas, one cannot judge a book by its cover. It seems that experience can sometimes lead to misjudgments.

"Thanks for your concern, we are fine."

Aisha thanked him, and Silvers seemed to relax a little. He nodded and said:

"I'm glad you're okay. We're partners now, and we should help each other. If you need help, please don't hesitate to ask me. Whether it's bandages or medicine, we're well prepared."

As he spoke, he patted his strong chest and smiled roughly.

"Also, I'm here to inform you of a change in itinerary. The caravan may not set up camp for the time being, so we'll have to walk some more at night. As you can see, we can't camp nearby. The smell of blood here will definitely attract more troublemakers. We need to leave this forest as soon as possible. Of course, I'm telling you this to get your opinions."

Elsa had no opinion, and she had no experience in this area, so it would be unnecessary to say anything.

"We have no objection, let's do as you say."

As she spoke, Elsa glanced towards the depths of the forest.

Silvers didn't catch Aisha's gaze and just smiled. "Our carriage is slightly damaged, but my people are already repairing it. It will be back soon. It won't be long before we can set off again. Everyone, get ready."

Elsa and Tricia looked at each other.

In fact, the caravan can no longer leave for the time being, because a group of people of unknown origin and identity have set their sights on this place, and it is very likely that they have bad intentions.

Especially in the wild, humans with evil intentions are actually much more difficult to deal with than monsters with low intelligence.

If you are dealing with a human opponent, the other party will not just rush into the trap and die.

But Silbaz was still unaware of all this. He informed Elsa and left. Elsa observed the adventurers and estimated that it would take more than ten to twenty minutes to clear the road and set off again. By that time, the guys in the forest would be here soon.

Sure enough, as the carriage was ready to set off, it had only taken a few steps when two lightning spells shot out from the forest and fell directly towards the middle of the carriage - the opponent had obviously planned this for a long time, although they only had two intermediate-level spells, which meant that they didn't even have a great magician.

Indeed, great magicians are not common on the streets, but on rainy nights, the lightning magic thrown by these magicians is still quite lethal.

In an instant, lightning lit up the night. No one in the caravan could react, but they had obviously prepared measures to prevent surprise attacks early on. The moment the lightning struck, a thin bubble-like film bounced up, blocking the lightning out.

Sparks flew everywhere at once, but the lightning magic failed to penetrate the protective barrier - this barrier looked like some kind of expensive trigger-type magic device installed on the carriage, which was a good tool for dealing with surprise attacks, but it was fixed and could not cover the entire caravan, so several people were still injured by the lightning and fell off their horses.

The frightened horses neighed and the driver pulled the reins with all his might, but some horses still fell or ran away uncontrollably.

Spells of this level are unlikely to kill adventurers directly, but they will definitely cause considerable trouble.

"Enemy attack!"

Someone shouted, and the adventurers reacted quickly, immediately jumping off their horses and drawing their weapons to prepare to fight.

A coachman lost his balance and fell off his horse, lying face down in the mud. The carriage behind him was about to run over him. Silbaz quickly took out the straight sword from his waist and threw it at the carriage. The straight sword accurately pierced through the wheel hub and nailed to the ground. The next moment, the carriage jolted violently and tilted. Several large wooden boxes flipped out from the side. The horse staggered, but did not stop. Instead, it continued to drag the carriage forward and rushed towards the adventurers in front.

"hateful……"

Silbaz's face was stern. He gritted his teeth and raised his hand again - if it was absolutely necessary, killing one or two horses was also a helpless move. The caravan could be short of one or two horses, but they absolutely could not let these two horses and the carriages break up the formation. The sudden attack made it impossible to close the front line, which put them at a disadvantage. Now if the chaos and the formation were broken up, those cunning bandits would definitely split the battle in the middle, which would be very troublesome.

But before he could make a move, he suddenly saw Aisha catch up with the two horses at some point - Aisha ran very fast, and Silbaz saw her jump onto the horse's back and grab the reins with one hand.

Elsa gripped the reins tightly with one hand and grabbed the rope connecting another horse and the carriage with the other hand. She wrapped it around her arm and pulled it back with both hands. Silbaz neighed, and the two horses were pulled hard by Elsa, raising their heads high. The next second, the two horses collided with each other.

The carriage caught up from behind, and a silver spear appeared in Elsa's hand at some point. It fell directly from her hand and stabbed into the mud. With a loud bang, it stopped the already damaged carriage and smashed it to pieces.

The two horses lost their balance and fell to the ground, and the muscles on Silbaz's face trembled violently. Honestly, this woman called "Fasha" looked quite fierce. How could you stop a horse like that? The two horses' heads were almost twisted off with that attack just now. This woman has thin arms and legs, but can she really be so strong?

In fact, Elsa is not very good at riding a horse, so her method is naturally a bit rough, but no matter what the method is, at least the effect is significant.

Silbaz didn't care about the injuries caused to the two horses. After all, they had healing potions. Compared to the upcoming battle, being able to stop the horses and prevent them from breaking up the formation was already the best outcome.

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302. Hand-to-hand combat in the forest

"Thank you!"

Silvers spoke solemnly to Elsa. He didn't care whether Elsa heard him or not. After thanking him, he immediately turned around by the reins, pulled out the spare weapon from the side of the saddle, raised it high, and shouted:

"Everyone! Prepare for battle!!"

Since the two horses have been subdued, there is no need to worry about the situation over there. He has finally understood one thing - although both of them are silver medalists, the girl named "Fasha" is probably even stronger than him.

In other words, whether it was "Fasha", "Seri", or anyone else, Silbaz found that he could not see through them at all. For a moment, he didn't know whether this was a good thing or not.

All in all, he felt that he didn't need to think too much - these silver medalists were teammates he could trust, at least their strength was genuine.

At this time, the wizards and archers among the adventurers who were unwilling to be outdone began to organize resistance. Bright light exploded above their heads, and the blazing white light illuminated the dark forest, exposing the vicious bandits lurking in the forest. Arrow after arrow flew into the forest, and balls of magical light exploded in the forest, or held up a protective barrier.

The wounded were protected, given simple bandages and given some potions before picking up their weapons again to fight the enemy.

No casualties have been reported so far.

Elsa also jumped off the destroyed carriage. She didn't care about the wooden boxes scattered on the ground. She pulled out Gungnir and held it in her hand. With a shake of her palm, the dirt fell off the gun and the gun became as clean as new.

Elsa raised her eyes and roughly observed the battle situation - so far, the caravan had rushed into battle, and more than ten people were injured, but no one died. After all, these people in the caravan were not vegetarians. But looking at the guys in the forest, they all looked excited and rushed towards this side like hungry jackals.

Elsa returned to the rear of the caravan. Tricia and Grace were symbolically fighting against the guys in the forest. Although it seemed that there were many times when they were in danger, they always looked relaxed.

On the contrary, the guys in the forest had almost exhausted their magic power, but they still couldn't break through the defense of the two magicians, and the carriage here was safe and sound.

"I've tampered with their magic and bows," Tricia said casually as she saw Aisha, casting a spell. "These adventurers shouldn't be in any danger, but injuries are inevitable."

"That's enough."

At this time, the sound of weapons clashing came from the front.

"Kill them!"

"The man was hacked to death, and the woman and the merchant were left behind."

"Haha—they've just been attacked by those mountain goblins, they must be exhausted! Let's go!"

"Hey, hey, don't damage the carriage."

The bandits attacked from both sides of the forest, running at full speed, screaming and leaping out of the forest, brandishing their weapons fiercely. A quick glance at Elsa revealed at least twenty or thirty of them, all unkempt, but the weapons they held were genuine.

Having more people means advantage.

There are only about ten people in the caravan who are still capable of frontal combat, and the others are injured.

"Go on!"

The bandits rushed forward like ants finding food, and Silbaz led the adventurers to bravely meet them.

"Let's go too!"

Silbaz took the lead and swung a sword at the bandit who was rushing towards him. Before the bandit could react, he was stabbed through the chest and blood spurted out. Silbaz shook his hands and kicked the body away, knocking over the bandit behind him.

The strength of the silver medal adventurer is not just boasting.

But the bandits were obviously well prepared, or in other words, the bandits who dared to intercept a caravan of this size must be no ordinary people. A man jumped out from behind the bandits. He had a burly build and a hideous face, and his hands were covered with sharp arm armor and fist spikes.

"Your opponent is me!"

He sneered and threw a straight punch at Silbaz.

boom--

The sword and the fist collided, sparks flew everywhere. The opponent was very strong. Although Silbaz was a little inferior in strength, his superb swordsmanship allowed him to release the force to his side at the moment of collision. At the same time, the sword blade turned and stabbed into the bandit's shoulder.

But the force was not strong enough, and he could feel that the wound was very shallow, but this did not stop him from mocking back:

"Humph, you're nothing but that!"

Silbaz deliberately provoked the man because he could feel that the other party was very powerful, and only Silbaz himself could fight against him. If he let him rush into the adventurers, it would be bad.

Apparently, the bandits also had the same consideration on this point.

There were three silver medal adventurers in total, and they all encountered opponents of equal strength.

But this was not enough, because the bandits were numerous, and the numerical disadvantage on the adventurers' side quickly turned into a gap in the defense line. The adventurers tried their best to resist, and the magic light exploded everywhere, and the blades and shields rubbed against each other, producing sparks.

Because the attack happened suddenly, the caravan had no time to gather its defenses. After the magic bombardment turned into hand-to-hand combat, the bandits with their numerical advantage directly forced the adventurers to retreat.

"Hold on! Don't retreat!"

While fighting, Silbaz cheered up his comrades.

Someone on the caravan was soon injured, and the bandits grew increasingly excited as the fight progressed—it seemed they hadn't yet unleashed their full strength; this was just an appetizer. Meanwhile, the caravan, having just finished fighting the mountain goblins, had already lost considerable strength. They were also facing a disadvantageous position, with the forest facing higher ground. Furthermore, the bandits were well-prepared and outnumbered.

It was just as Tricia said. If left alone, the caravan would suffer an overwhelming defeat.

Silbaz and the burly bandit fought several rounds, and both of them were injured.

"That's all the strength you have left?"

The other party challenged.

"Damn it... so troublesome..."

Silbaz's face was solemn.

Behind him, the merchant Ebusen was holding a broadsword in his hand, with an arrow stuck diagonally on his thigh. He was breathing tensely, and it was unclear whether the water on his face was sweat or rain.