The Super Universe Leveling Game

"Bandits, run!" The sentry shouted, his voice full of panic and anxiety. The more than two hundred meters long caravan was stunned for a moment, and then it began to boil, and the sound of a whip hitting the horse was like a tide. The horse was in pain, and suddenly increased its speed, but it was not very fast.    

These mounts were predominantly camel-horses, which were characteristic of their thick hooves, short legs, and good at long journeys. But their speed was not fast, and their explosiveness was not great, and their greatest feature was their endurance.    

The caravan had come back to the Central Plains from the outside of the fortress. When they left the fortress, they filled the goods and sold them outside the fortress. They made a lot of money, and then they entered the Central Plains with the goods from the outside of the fortress. They made a lot of money.    

They were happy to be able to get back, a little slower, but the worst thing was to run into bandits and not be able to get back. Not only would they lose their goods, but they would also lose their levels, and they would lose a lot of money.    

And so, when they heard the news of the bandits' appearance, everyone was in a state of panic, and they all began to lash out at the Hunchbacked Horses with all their might, but because of the rain that had been falling for a long time it had made the soil soft, and they were unable to get up fast, and this increase in speed caused problems. Several of the Hunchbacked Horses had their legs broken and they fell heavily to the ground, and because of the inertia, the goods were pressed against the Hunchbacked Horses, which let out painful neighing sounds.    

"Damn you, beast, to drop the ball at such a critical moment!" The players cursed. Hearing the sound of the approaching horses, they ignored the injured camel's back, and no one looked at the scattered goods as they ran forward with their lives on the line.    

Rumble -    

The players at the front suddenly disappeared, and in front of them was a large pit. The players at the front had fallen into it, which was filled with stakes and barbs, and the players who fell into it were stabbed out of their bodies, screaming.    

The person who set up the trap was very vicious. He smeared poison on the wooden stakes and barbs, causing the player's face to turn green. A series of red numbers appeared above his head, and his HP quickly dropped.    

The players behind him were stunned. They suddenly braked and looked at the big pit in front of them in shock. A chill enveloped their entire bodies. There were bandits behind them and traps in front of them. Were they going to die?    

In the next second, something happened that scared the players out of their wits. The Hunchmont was less responsive to sudden situations, and the Hunchmont in front had already started braking, but the Hunchmont behind them didn't know what was going on, and continued to push forward, pushing the Hunchmont in front of it into the pit.    

A few of the players who had fallen into the pit had been on the upper level, while the players below had been at the bottom. They had not been seriously injured, and were about to climb out of the pit, when they had been pressed down by the Hunchbacked Horse and its cargo, and the cries of despair had stopped in mid-sentence.    

It must have occurred to the man who had laid the trap that a perfectly ordinary trap would be able to destroy a fifth of the force of the horses.    

"Matrix Defense!" The head of the team stopped at the edge of the trap. The hole was of average length, no more than three meters, but it was very long, thirteen or fourteen meters, and there was no time to circle around it, so he had to take it.    

The rest of the men in the team also saw the situation clearly. They knew it was too late for them to escape, so they could only fight back on the spot. The horses calmed down and did the right thing. They got the wagons out in a semicircle, the simplest and most effective line of defense, followed by the humps, and finally the players.    

Just as the crossbowmen finished their preparations, the bandits arrived in front of them.    

Grey Wolf!    

The picture on the bandit's tattered flag was that of a Siberian wolf with a broken ear. It had no fur, as if it had been starving for a long time, and its tail was drooping.    

The members of the group were cold. Grey wolf - it was actually the famous Grey Wolf. They had been hoping that they would be some unknown bandit, and perhaps that they might survive. In the desert, there were countless bandits, big and small, and the most famous of them all was the Ten Great Bandits, Grey Wolf being one of them.    

The members held their crossbow in their hands and did not dare to shoot. Only archers could use bows and arrows. Crossbows were common weapons used by most professions. Crossbows were one of the longest weapons used by horse riders. Not only were they used to fight bandits, but they were also used to deal with the monsters they encountered on the way.    

"Put down your weapons, and I won't let you die!" One of the Grey Wolf Generals, Nite Owl, spurred his horse forward, his triangular eyes flashing with a savage light, and his voice was sharp and unpleasant to hear.    

The members of the team did not put down the crossbow. Instead, they looked hesitant. Among the bandits, some of them killed people and robbed goods. Some of them even robbed the goods that they didn't kill.    

Gray Wolf was one of the top ten bandits and was very strong. As for whether or not he only robbed people, they were not sure. They looked at the person in charge of the horse bandits one by one.    

There was no need to doubt the fierceness of the bandits. There were more bandits than them, and there was no chance of winning if they fought. If they could survive, it would be worth it even if they lost their goods.    

"We only want to rob you and not kill. Of course, the prerequisite is that you put down your weapons. Otherwise, we don't mind getting a little bit of blood." Nite Owl's face darkened when he saw no movement from the horses. "I'm telling you, not talking to you. I'll count to three, and if you don't put down your weapons, don't blame us."    

"What's the point of talking so much nonsense? Just get rid of them. There aren't many people left. It will only take a few minutes." The Black Tower said impatiently. His armor was mighty and domineering, and a pair of Meteor Hammers hung on the left and right of his mount. The Meteor Hammer was covered with sharp spikes, and the spikes were covered with black and brown congealing matters. When the rain fell onto the ground, it had already turned red.    

It turned out that the dark brown substance was blood, and who knew how much human blood had been used to make it so thick and heavy? Drops of red liquid fell as if they were dripping on the hearts of every member of the team.    

"Senior has said that we can't kill the chicken to get the eggs. If we keep these chickens, we can still eat the eggs in the future. If we kill them all, what will we eat in the future?" Ye Xiao replied to the Black Tower, and shouted coldly to the convoy:" 3 - - "    

He couldn't be sure if Nite Owl and the Black Tower were just putting up a show or telling the truth, but he knew perfectly well that once the weapon was laid down, it would be like a lamb waiting for the slaughter, dead or alive, just like the bandit had said. With the weapon in hand, there was still a sliver of resistance and some damage to the bandit.    

"2 ~ ~" Ye Xiao's cold voice dragged out for a long time.    

- From [Miggle Reading]