"Hehe, Eighth Chief, I spotted a few fine goods in this caravan. Heh, once you're tired of playing with them, could you let us have some fun too?"
The three bandits rode swiftly toward Maple Leaf Forest. One of them, a pockmarked brute, said ingratiatingly.
"Pockmark, once the job is done, the Chief will naturally reward you! Hurry up and kill this vagrant, then report back to the Chief."
The Eighth Chief spoke impatiently.
The three bandits immediately raised their greatswords, cruel smiles appearing on their faces as they charged toward the vagrant leaning against a tree.
Suddenly, the seemingly motionless vagrant raised his head. As he stared at the three vicious-looking bandits before him, there was not a trace of panic on his face.
Crack!
The three bandits laughed as they charged at the vagrant, but in an instant, a chilling cold enveloped them. The three bandits and their horses were immediately frozen into ice crystals, like lifelike ice sculptures.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The three dull impacts came because they had charged too fiercely. Even after being frozen into ice crystals, they continued forward with their momentum and crashed into the ground. In the blink of an eye, their frozen bodies shattered into countless pieces.
Among those shards of ice were the severed limbs of the three bandits. Yet not a single drop of blood flowed onto the ground, nor was there the slightest smell of blood in the air. It was precisely this that made the scene even more chilling.
Then the vagrant's gaze abruptly turned toward the bandits in the distance.
"C-Chief, something happened!"
The Chief's gaze was fixed on the beautiful young girl, Emma, examining her from head to toe when he heard the panicked voice of a bandit behind him.
"What has you so