Chapter 143 - 143. Booty Whirl Made Its First Mark. (1/2)
We had cleared all the checkpoints through warping through map locations and find that they ex-robbers were all too happy to have a new leader that does not even take a single credit from their takings.
As long as they complied to the instructions and defend themselves against the angry mob that consists of the thieves and burglars in the towns, it would be smooth operations for them.
The angry mobs of thieves and burglars weren't happy not because of the highway robbers turning their rails against Rusty Blade but its the fact that they had more privileges and earns a 100% takings each day and shared by 5 people. Unlike before, they earn 20% and it was not enough to see through their next meal.
The robbers and burglars on each town have a safe house where they would go in nightly to have their thin gruel with almost nothing in it except for a few grains. It was a secret safehouse where their loot was being submitted and if they were to squirrel away some credits for their own, they would be bludgeoned without any mercy.
Red, blue and black seems to be the latest colour on these poor faces as they continue to extort money from merchants, pick the pockets of the unsuspecting and perform burglaries on houses that were vacant of occupants.
Their deeds were on a high rampage that the town's patrol guards themselves were not spared from being pickpocketed or robbed even in broad daylight...!!!
Unknown to them, word has been sent to Aermagh and soon it would be a joint operation from 3 other cities and would move in to eradicate these vile creatures once and for all.
”That's the last of the Western checkpoints. We better head back and continue on the next following day.” I suggested as I slapped the reins of the horses that pulled the caravan back to Ingmery.
As we passed the last checkpoint and was heading towards Ingmery, I felt my hair standing in the back of my neck as if it was sending me a message or some spirits had passed by me causing my hairs in the back on my neck to stand.
I pulled the reins to stop the caravan and quickly threw myself over the sides and pulled Patricia down with me. 2 throwing knives were embedded in the wooden seat that was lined with a cushy pillow where I once sat.
”SHIT. AMBUSH. TAKE COVER...” I quickly gave the commands to Patricia as pulled her out to safety and went to the back of the caravan. ”FRONTAL ATTACK. WAIT HERE.” I hollered like as if Patricia was standing some hundred meters away but in fact, she was just beside me and had turned slightly deaf due to my screams.
”Damn... It is a good thing I had allocated points into my attributes. I wonder if it is enough. Furthermore, these attacks were just too close. It's broad daylight and I can't see any foes in front of me.” I scanned the surroundings and what stands before me were just sparse vegetation and clumps of trees that provide a perfect hiding and sniping place.
”A R C H I N G. S H O T”
”C R I P P L I N G. S H O T”
”S C R E A M I N G. S H O T”
I shouted these chants and fired a bolt from my crossbow and I saw my bolt arched and went to its target. I fired a single shit because I knew Assassins worked alone and this Assassin is one of them. I saw my bolt arched in the air and zoomed into the direction of some clump of shady trees that could easily hide shady characters.
*Pchew... * *Whiiiiiiieeee... * ”AAARRRGGGHHH... MY LEG. CHEATER...!!!” screamed the Assassin as he was surprised that the arrow came from behind and struck him in the calf and was embedded there. If the bolt passes through his calf, he could break the bolt head and pull out the shaft but it was entirely embedded inside the calf with no exit wound.
”HHUUAARRGGHH...FUCKING CHEATER... HOW COULD YOU BE A RANGER AND YET USING SPELLS?!?!” bellowed the Assassin as he basically clawed his way in the ground and was dragging his left leg that had the broadhead arrow protruding from it.
Patricia and I walked slowly forward and readied our Dragon Fang daggers just in case we need to use them. We rested our backs against a tree and watched the clawing Assassin that tries to escape from us but was unable to do so since he was moving at a turtle's pace.
There was no blood since I had switched the option off from my interface and watching the arrow wobble with every distance he covered, made it looked rather comical.
”Hoy... Are you going to claw back on that manner until you get to your boss or what?” I was squatting near his dead leg and was plucking at the arrow that was embedded inside his calf.