Chapter 50: One month later! The resounding fame of the Roko Bandit Group!

Half an hour later.

The caravan of the Golden Wheat Chamber of Commerce slowly drove into the ambush circle selected by Roko.

The sound of wheels crushing the grass, the neighing of horses, and the chatter of the guards were clearly audible.

The caravan manager was a slightly chubby middle-aged man; he rode an ordinary brown horse, urging the team to move faster from time to time.

The guard captain was a tall, sturdy man with a two-handed greatsword slung at his waist, his eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

He seemed to sense something wrong; a faint, lingering tension permeated the air.

"Everyone, stay alert!"

The guard captain shouted in a low voice.

However, it was already too late.

Just as the caravan fully entered the ambush circle.

"Kill!"

A roar, like a thunderclap on flat ground!

Hart took the lead, riding his white Storm Colt, charging out from behind the hill like an arrow released from a bow!

The aura of a Great Knight Peak erupted without reservation!

Behind him, a torrent composed of fifty elite knights followed closely!

The speed of the Storm Colts was too fast!

Almost in the blink of an eye, they had charged in front of the caravan!

"Enemy attack!"

The caravan guard captain's eyes split with rage as he let out a shrill roar!

He pulled out his two-handed greatsword, attempting to organize resistance!

But everything was in vain!

Facing the Storm Knights, who were as swift as ghosts and possessed terrifying impact.

The caravan's guard formation was torn to shreds in an instant!

Hart's longsword drew a cold arc in the air.

*Puchi! *

A guard who tried to raise his shield to block was sent flying, shield and all!

Blood stained the emerald grass red.

The Storm Knights were like tigers entering a flock of sheep, their weapons ruthlessly harvesting lives.

Their coordination was tacit, their attacks sharp.

Ordinary caravan guards were simply no match for them.

The teams led by Bake and Qiaowen also killed their way out from the hills on both sides, completely cutting off the caravan's hope of escape.

On the battlefield, screams, the clashing of weapons, and the mournful cries of horses intertwined.

That caravan guard captain had strength at about the Knight Peak level.

He roared and swung his two-handed greatsword, trying to charge at Hart.

But he was quickly entangled by several knights.

Although these knights were not as strong as him individually, the Storm Colts they rode held an absolute advantage in speed and flexibility.

The guard captain had strength but couldn't touch his opponents at all.

Instead, he was toyed with by the knights, who left wound after wound on his body.

Roko sat on his horse, calmly observing the entire battlefield.

Fura held her longsword, vigilantly guarding his side.

Occasionally, a fish that slipped through the net would try to charge at Roko, only to be cleanly dealt with by Fura.

Her swordsmanship, under the blessing of the Flame Griffin Breathing Method, became increasingly sharp.

The battle presented a one-sided trend.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the caravan's guards were already dead or injured.

The remaining ones threw down their weapons and knelt to beg for mercy.

The slightly chubby caravan manager was so scared he collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

"Spare my life! Spare my life, heroes!"

He kowtowed incessantly, his voice trembling.

Roko rode his horse slowly forward.

The black mask on his face made him look even more mysterious and cold.

"Gold coins, goods—hand them all over."

Roko's voice was not loud, but it carried an irresistible majesty.

"Yes, yes! Everything for you, heroes!"

The caravan manager scrambled to direct the surviving staff to open the boxes on the carriages one by one.

Grain, cloth, leather, and some metal ingots.

Most importantly, in an inconspicuous box, they found a money bag filled with gold and silver coins.

Martina, through a magic crystal, remotely directed the men led by Bloodaxe to quickly load the spoils onto the carriages.

Some bulky goods that were inconvenient to take were destroyed on the spot.

"You can get lost now."

Roko said coldly.

The caravan manager felt as if he had been granted amnesty and fled in a panic with his remaining men.

Watching their retreating backs, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Roko's mouth.

The first operation was a perfect success.

And this was only the first time; he had harvested two or three thousand gold coins, along with various supplies.

Although the number of gold coins was not too many, it was a good start.

"Clean up the battlefield; we're changing locations."

Roko ordered.

The following month.

Roko led his "Storm Bandit Group" and stirred up a real bloodbath on the border wasteland between the Castilla Principality and the Bulake Kingdom.

They were like a pack of wolves on the grassland, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, moving swiftly.

One Castilla caravan after another became their prey.

From small peddlers with a dozen carriages to medium-sized chambers of commerce with nearly a hundred guards.

As long as they were targeted, almost none could escape their fate.

The powerful mobility of the Storm Colts allowed Roko's team to hold absolute tactical initiative.

They could quickly approach their targets and launch surprise attacks.

They could also quickly withdraw after succeeding, leaving no traces behind.

Hart's Great Knight Peak strength became a nightmare for the caravan guards.

Any force that dared to resist would be ruthlessly crushed by him.

Fura also received great training during the battles.

Her Great Knight Initial Stage strength, combined with the speed of the Storm Colt, made her like a fish in water on the battlefield.

Every time she swung her sword, it was precise and lethal.

Her heterochromatic eyes also became increasingly cold amidst the killing.

But as long as she returned to Roko's side, that coldness would quickly melt, replaced by deep attachment.

The knights—Bake, Luoen, Qiaowen, and others—also grew rapidly through battle after battle.

Their horsemanship and combat skills were greatly improved.

Their loyalty and worship toward Roko grew with each passing day.

The logistics team led by Bloodaxe was also busy and happy.

Every time they returned with spoils from a raid, they were filled with excitement.

Martina sat in Vanguard Valley, remotely commanding through the magic communication crystal.

Her little treasury expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Watching the numbers on the ledger constantly increase every day was her happiest thing.

Of course, Roko did not strike blindly.

He always maintained caution.

For those large caravans with Bronze Rank Knight guards, he would choose to avoid them.

With his current strength, he couldn't chew on such hard bones for the time being.

Being steady was the long-term way.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Roko's "Storm Bandit Group" had carved out a resounding reputation on the border wasteland.

The merchants of the Castilla Principality turned pale at the mention of "horses."

A legend about a mysterious bandit group circulated among them.

This bandit group rode warhorses as swift as a storm, possessed powerful strength, and acted mysteriously.

They only robbed Castilla caravans and never harassed merchants from the Bulake Kingdom.

For a time, the number of Castilla Principality caravans passing through the border of Xin Feng Province plummeted by more than 70%.

Large quantities of goods were backlogged in border towns, unable to be transported out.

The nobles of the Castilla Principality were furious about this.

They repeatedly lodged protests with the Bulake Kingdom, demanding the severe punishment of this arrogant group of bandits.

The high-level officials of the Bulake Kingdom naturally wouldn't pay too much attention to such "small matters."

After all, it was the Castilla people who were unlucky.

But they still had to do something for the sake of appearances.

An order was issued from the Royal Capital and delivered to the desk of Duke Auston Scott of Xin Feng Province.

It demanded that he deal with the border bandit problem as soon as possible and restore the smooth flow of trade routes. ===== CHAPTER 51 =====