Chapter 483: Telescope, A Sudden White Light

The Shulin was not large, and it did not take Jier long to see the edge of the Shulin.

But then Jier frowned, because he did not find the other enemy who should have been responsible for scouting here in the direction the Defeated Soldier he had just killed had gone, which was where he was looking now.

Even if the opponent was hiding in the Shulin to peek at the situation in the Cunzi, they were not just simply standing in the Shulin, but were hiding.

"Where are you?" Jier muttered in a low voice, his bow and arrow already prepared to shoot at any moment.

But his gaze went from left to right, then from right to left, looking back and forth several times, yet he did not discover the figure of that person.

Consequently, Jier's eyes rolled, and he gave up the method of dragging his feet to move across the Shulin floor; he deliberately stepped on the dry leaves on the ground, making a noise that was extremely obvious in the quiet Shulin.

Crack, crack.

Crack, crack.

Jier deliberately created a gradually increasing noise, as if he were gradually approaching from inside the Shulin.

"Who's coming?"

To Jier's surprise, the direction from which the question was asked was not the ground at the edge of the Shulin, but the air!

Jier immediately looked up and discovered that even though it had not rained for a long time, the trees in the Shulin were still growing well, with lush new branches and leaves covering most of the top, blocking the vast majority of the sunlight.

And among the treetops, there were many birds' nests built by birds, and the sound had come from there.

Jier carefully distinguished, and soon, from behind the cover of the tree trunks and branches, he discovered an enemy soldier wrapped in a mottled-colored Cloak, hiding above the treetops.

"Why don't you speak? Who came to replace the Deputy Captain? Fox? Or Mad Dog?"

This soldier in the tree could not see the person coming on the ground below very well either, as they were blocked by tree trunks and branches, so he guessed and asked again.

But answering him was an Arrow.

Swish—

This soldier reacted quickly; even though he was straddling the branches of the treetop, he still made a movement of shrinking his head and bending his waist to reduce the exposed area of his body's vital parts.

"Ugh!" This arrow pierced his thigh with a *puchi* sound; unfortunately, this was not the front of his body, and there was no Metal Armor Plate to block it.

But although he dodged this fatal arrow, this Defeated Soldier also lost his balance due to the sudden dodging movement, and with an exclamation, he fell from the tree nearly ten meters high.

"Ah—hey, ugh."

This person was obstructed by branches a few times, slowing the speed of the fall, but in the end, he still fell heavily to the ground.

Jier strode over; this enemy, who had been knocked dizzy and disoriented, had not yet recovered from the pain of the fall and did not realize that the Jier approaching him was not one of their own.

"You damn thing, that's not how you play jokes! My leg, my leg seems to be broken! Come over and help!"

One of this Defeated Soldier's legs had hit the ground first when he landed, bearing most of the impact of his body, so it was currently twisted in a reverse shape, sat under the Defeated Soldier's buttocks.

"Hmph, you've got a tough life, but that's all for you." Jier said coldly.

Hearing a voice that was not a familiar companion, this soldier suddenly raised his head and saw the true identity of the person who had come: "You are, that Caravan guard!"

Jier was amused; he looked down at his own attire, a set of Hard Cowhide Full-Coverage Armor made and used last year; if one were to say he was a Knight, it didn't look like it, but no Caravan guard anywhere would be equipped with such armor, right?

But Jier had no intention of communicating with this person; as for interrogating for information, this place was too close to the Temporary Camp in the middle of the Shulin, which was not suitable; a single shout would make those soldiers raise their vigilance, and he did not need to increase the difficulty of the battle for himself.

So Jier leaned down directly, grabbed the person's neck, and squeezed hard.

This soldier's face immediately turned red, his eyes bulged from their sockets, and his entire expression became extremely painful, but before he was choked to death, he still tried to reach out his hands, which were originally holding his broken leg, and grabbed fiercely at the Sword at Jier's waist.

Even if he died, he wanted to injure Jier.

But this soldier successfully grabbed the hilt, pulled, but failed to pull the sword out of the Sword Sheath.

He hurriedly gave up pulling the Long Sword and instead turned to pull the Magic Dagger on the right side of Jier's waist.

But this soldier had already delayed too much time; after his neck was squeezed tightly by Jier, his face first turned red, then quickly turned purple, the Blood Vessel under the skin at his forehead and temples bulged, and his whole face became terrifying due to the twisted muscles.

In a few seconds, the soldier's fingers had touched the handle of the Dagger, but his hand suddenly went limp.

It turned out that this Defeated Soldier had already been choked into a hypoxic and ischemic fainting shock by Jier's hand.

Jier smiled; he did not let go, still pinching the soldier's neck, and stared into the soldier's eyes, letting the opponent's dull eyes reflect his own appearance.

"Remember what I look like, after I kill you, don't let your lingering resentment find the wrong person! I am Qiao-Jier, tonight I welcome you to come to my Soul Land to seek revenge! Don't break your promise!"

Jier sneered, exerted force again, and directly snapped the person's neck, crushing the human trachea, throat, carotid arteries and veins, and the supporting cervical vertebrae all in his hand.

With his hand covered in blood mixed with minced meat, he wiped it with disgust on the hair of the head that had fallen to the ground, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief with satisfaction.

"These Defeated Soldiers aren't that hard to deal with."

He then took off the Defeated Soldier's weapons and equipment, preparing to store them temporarily in the camp of the Lady's Dream.

However, he had some good discoveries in a leather bag at this Defeated Soldier's waist.

A monocular Telescope.

Jier knew that the glass technology of this different world was not backward; after all, there was mysterious and powerful Magic, and other alien races had developed civilization far earlier than Humans, so this kind of far-seeing device that could be made with certain optical knowledge would definitely exist.

But it was quite wonderful that he had only just captured one from the hands of this group of Defeated Soldiers.

Jier realized upon reflection that the demand for such things among the common people might not be great, and Nobles or Knights had no use for such far-seeing equipment, so in all likelihood, only some adventure teams or armies would equip scouts with this simple equipment that did not require Knight Rank enhancement or Magic Tool.

He checked the monocular Telescope in his hand and found that this thing was not easy to use, because it was monocular, so one had to close the other eye when using it, and the magnification was only slightly stronger than Jier's eyesight after being enhanced by Life Energy at this time.

And if Jier used the Far-seeing Divine Art taught to him by the Great Bird God, the increased far-seeing ability would far exceed this monocular Telescope.

So this thing was a bit of a chicken rib to Jier.

"But I can use it to exchange for money, or let others in the team use it. Accepted, you kind headless soldier!" Jier sneered, kicked the soldier's head, and it flew far out of the Shulin, crashing into the farmland outside the Blue Dragonfly Village ahead.

I don't know which unlucky farmer will be scared in the future.

In the Temporary Camp in the middle of the Shulin, the Deputy Captain who had returned to the camp was telling the Captain who was cooking about the situation he had seen earlier.

"You mean, one person rode a horse out of the north gate of the Cunzi, and then continued north? And another small group of people, with weapons and equipment, came out of the south gate and went in a southeast direction?"

The Captain of the scout team, who was using a Dagger to cut open the body of a bird he had trapped today to prepare dinner, confirmed to the Deputy Captain who was reporting the situation behind him.

"Yes, there was only one person and one horse heading north, but there was a team of no less than fifteen people on the south side. I confirmed it with the Telescope; those people had reflections of weapons on their hands, so they should all be carrying weapons; it was a small squad of Warriors."

This Captain smacked his lips, did not directly express his opinion, but raised his hand to signal others to share their judgments.

The other Defeated Soldiers who were originally abusing and beating the Villagers immediately became serious and expressed their guesses one after another: "It might not be the people from the Caravan this afternoon, right? If you only judge by holding weapons, can those farmers holding weapons really be considered Warriors? No, I can take down five or six people by myself."

"But those Villagers have been scared by us these days like timid pigeons, only daring to shrink inside the Cunzi. Do they really think that wall, a few meters high, can stop us? If the Captain didn't forbid me from taking risks, I could have snuck up every night and dragged back one or two Villagers guarding the top." Another Soldier had a different opinion; he tossed a Dagger in his hand, caught it, tossed it again, and caught it again, speaking his mind while performing this dangerous action.

"So I think only that Caravan that arrived this afternoon would be deceived by those cunning farmers because they don't understand the situation, thinking we are just a Bandit Group like roadside dogs that can be chased away with a little money. Hehe, Captain, should we take advantage of the dusk and the moment it just gets dark to raid this group?"

This Soldier's suggestion immediately received the agreement of another Soldier: "That's right, Captain. Anyway, the Villagers in the Cunzi are people, and those merchants in the Caravan can also be treated as people to work in the cave; it's all the same. Just right, that person we accidentally played to death two days ago needs to be replaced, and I think we should just use these people to fill the spot."

"Yes, yes, yes! Anyway, it's not easy for people to come out of their turtle shell, we can't let this good opportunity go!"

The Captain of this squad looked at the other three members present, especially the Deputy Captain, and seeing him also nod slightly, it seemed he didn't want to let this good opportunity go, so he also agreed accordingly.

Dropping the half-cut bird meat in his hand, he put the dirty Dagger into the Dagger sheath at his waist, clapped his hands, and said loudly: "Since everyone agrees, and this is a good opportunity, let's prepare quickly. Strive to intercept that group that went out after joining up with the two members who are still on Scout duty. Ha, try to capture as many prisoners as possible so we can report back to the Chief Captain. You know, besides the number of tasks he assigned us, for every extra person we send over, we can get a bounty for one person!"

"Oh! Good!"

"Great!"

"Not bad, not bad."

Just as these Defeated Soldiers were in high spirits, a sudden voice interrupted their mood.

"You aren't going anywhere!"

This voice was extremely cold, not only because the two Villagers who were captured at noon in the Yingdi had been beaten by these Soldiers until they were incontinent and lay in their own excrement, but also because the target they intended to raid was exactly the group Jier had just taken in.

The group had not been formed for long, and the training Jier envisioned was far from complete; those fresh Warriors who had transformed from fleeing farmers were simply no match for these heartless Soldiers.

This suddenly interjected voice immediately made these Soldiers nervous, and they all looked in the direction the voice came from.

And the Scout team Captain, who had the most combat experience, was the first to draw his weapon.

But a Long Sword bulging with white light was thrown from where the voice originated, aiming straight at this Captain. Before he could react, it pierced his chest, and relying on its own weight and the speed of the throw, it carried the Captain, knocked over a Tent, and pinned him to a tree trunk.

The Hunting Sword pierced exactly through the heart of this Captain; even if the Soldier Captain didn't die immediately, he was no different from being dead.

"Captain!"

"Who is it?"

"Someone is attacking, fight!"

The remaining three Soldiers reacted differently. Two ordinary Soldiers immediately turned their heads to look at their Captain and ran toward him, while their Deputy Captain, who had more combat experience, directly grabbed the weapon he had placed on the ground and rushed toward the direction from which the weapon was thrown.

At this moment, the Hunting Sword that pinned the Soldier Captain to the tree trunk had its white light, which had been prepared for a long time, bulging even more, about to release the Divine Power of white light sufficient to cause Blinding.

This Soldier Captain was knowledgeable; as soon as he saw the situation of this thing, he knew it was bad, and he could only hurriedly warn from his throat: "Close your eyes!!!"

But he spoke too late. The other Soldiers had to process what he meant after hearing it, but by then, a violent white light had already expanded.

Swish—

Everyone present, including the two Villagers on the ground who could only lie in their own excrement after being beaten and becoming incontinent, were blinded by the suddenly released Sun God Divine Power.

They were like someone looking directly at the sun with the naked eye on a clear summer day; the result of such overestimation of their own capabilities was that everyone could no longer see anything.

Accompanying the Blinding was the pain in their eyes, and the overwhelming white before them instantly plunged everyone into panic.

"I, I can't see!"

"Is it a god? Don't punish me! I was forced! I have never done bad things sincerely! I beg for your forgiveness!"

"Damn it! ###! You guys with guts as small as a Caoshu, come out!"

And the Soldier Captain, who had been pierced through the heart and blinded by the Sun God Divine Power at such close range, died instantly. A wisp of blue smoke rose from his chest, and the chest hair on his chest was charred black as if burned, emitting a foul odor.

The blood flowing from his pierced heart was also dried and clumped by the close-range irradiation of the Divine Power, firmly sticking to the Metal Armor Plate on the Soldier Captain's chest.

That's right, this Soldier Captain was wearing equipment with more Metal Armor Plate, but under the attack of the Hunting Sword thrown with force by Jier, there was no difference.

Because even the Metal Armor Jier forged himself could not block this strike he threw.

Let alone the armor protection equipment that relied only on stacked Metal Armor Plate for defense.

Jier walked over leisurely from the cover of the Shulin not far away. He glanced at the two Villagers curled up on the ground, and after confirming they were not in life-threatening danger, he looked at the other Defeated Soldiers.

The Soldiers' Captain had already been killed by him, and the two Soldiers who had turned their heads to look at their Captain at the time and were unlucky enough to look directly at the Hunting Sword releasing white light were now clutching their eyes, twisting and wailing in pain on the ground.

Only one Soldier, the Deputy Captain, because he had been holding his weapon and looking in Jier's direction with his back to the Hunting Sword, although he was still unreasonably blinded by the area-of-effect Blinding of the Sun God Divine Power, his degree was the lowest. Although he was trembling all over, he still maintained a fighting stance.

"This, this attack."

This Deputy Captain's teeth were chattering, and the tip of his Long Sword was constantly swaying due to the shaking of his arm. He said in terror: "You, you are not some Caravan guard, you are, you are a Knight!"

Jier approached with long strides, saying: "That's right, I am a Knight."

Unexpectedly, this Soldier Deputy Captain, who had a decent combat reaction, changed his previous appearance. He threw the Long Sword in his hand aside, then knelt directly on the ground. He shouted tremblingly toward the direction Jier was speaking: "Lord Knight, please spare my life! Please forgive me!"

Jier raised his eyebrows. How could that be? He would not forgive these people, but he could use this to ask some things.

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