They commanded their companions to cover each other, and stabbed their spears fiercely through the gaps in their shields, temporarily withstanding the chaotic attack of the thieves.

There were already seven or eight corpses lying on the ground, some of them caravan guards and some of them thieves. Their blood sizzled on the sun-heated stones, emitting a strong fishy and sweet smell.

"Fuck! Why are you dithering?" Enzo was getting anxious, his eyes full of eagerness to fight. "Let me go down and smash those bastards' heads open with a hammer!"

"What's the rush?" Mark slapped Enzo's helmet, making a soft clang. "Go down now? Those caravan members will be terrified. If they see us suddenly appearing fully armed, they might think we're another gang of bandits! They'll be attacked from both sides. How uncomfortable..."

Anna nodded slightly, her cold eyes sweeping across the battlefield. "Mr. Mark is right. They can still hold on for now. Intervening rashly will only make the situation worse. Let's wait... and see which side reveals a flaw first, or... the bandits retreat."

The battle reached a stalemate.

Although the bandit group had a large number of people, their attacks were repelled several times by the stubborn resistance of the caravan and the obstacles posed by the carriages. After losing several lives, the offensive slowed down significantly.

A burly thief with triangular eyes, who looked like a leader, stood on the periphery, waving a heavy scimitar anxiously.

He cursed and swore, as if urging his men to continue the attack, but the thieves' steps were obviously hesitant.

"Damn it! A bunch of trash!" The triangular-eyed leader spat fiercely, his eyes swept across the caravan's carriages loaded with goods, and then looked at his minions whose morale was beginning to drop.

He waved his hand violently and shouted hoarsely, "It's a tough spot! The wind is strong! Hurry! Drag the bodies of our brothers from the ground! Retreat!"

The thieves gave up their attacks as if they had been pardoned, and began to retreat while covering each other. Some of them were nimble enough to drag away the bodies of their companions.

"They are trying to run away!" Enzo was anxious.

Just as the Mountain Tiger Bandits' formation loosened and began to slowly retreat, their vigilance dropped to the lowest point—

"call out--!"

A slight but extremely sharp sound of breaking through the air tore through the dull air!

A gray-black magic-destroying arrow, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, shot out silently from the cracks in the rocks on the top of the mountain!

It shot directly at the calf of a skinny thief who was bending over and dragging his companion's body and was at the end of the team!

“Puff!”

Precise! Ruthless!

The arrow penetrated the simple leather leggings unhindered and pierced deep into the thief's fibula!

“Ah——!!!” The shrill and distorted scream instantly broke the order of retreat!

The thief held his calf, which was bleeding profusely, and twisted and rolled wildly like a fish thrown ashore!

This sudden change left all the thieves stunned!

"There's an ambush!"

"Top of the mountain! Someone shot an arrow from the top of the mountain!"

"Fuck! Who's that bastard?!"

Panic spread like a plague among the thieves who had just relaxed!

Their morale was already low, and now it was even more chaotic. They subconsciously looked up in the direction where the arrows came from, and their originally orderly retreat formation collapsed in an instant!

The guards of the caravan were also confused, but when they saw the thieves in chaos, their instinct for survival instantly overwhelmed their fear.

The leading guard captain was a bearded man with quick reaction. Seizing this golden opportunity, he raised his sword and roared, "Brothers! Reinforcements are coming! Charge out! Chop these sons of bitches to pieces!"

"Kill!" The caravan guards who had escaped from desperate situation burst out with astonishing momentum. The circle dispersed instantly and rushed towards the chaotic group of thieves like a tiger out of the cage!

On the top of the mountain.

"Beautiful!" Enzo yelled, and like a cannonball, he rushed down without Mark's orders, swinging his square-headed hammer and shouting, "It's my turn! You bastards! Take this hammer from me!"

Mark helplessly supported Monica who was thrown aside by Enzo: "This shorty... runs faster than a rabbit!"

He looked at Anna: "You watch over Monica and Xiao Mu!" After saying that, he also pulled out the cross necklace that turned into a cross, and rushed down with Enzo.

Standing on the commanding heights, Anna quickly occupied a shooting position with a wide field of vision, her emerald green eyes like the calmest falcon.

The longbow opened and closed, and one magic-breaking arrow after another, with a deadly scream, was shot accurately at the thieves who tried to organize resistance or wanted to attack Enzo and Mark.

The battle... or rather the massacre, ended extremely quickly as the bandits were in disarray and attacked from all sides.

Enzo's square-peen hammer was like a pile driver, and every swing ended with the sound of crisp bones cracking and the scream of a thief.

Mark did not use any professional skills. The cross was powerful and heavy, which matched his physical and strength attributes that far exceeded those of his peers.

It has a great effect on thieves.

Anna's arrows were like death warrants, aiming specifically at the enemy's vital points and those who tried to escape, and she almost never missed her target.

Judging from their resistance alone, these guys from the Mountain Tiger Bandits were indeed much weaker than the Blood Claws they had encountered before.

With the help of Mark's team, the caravan guards were in high spirits and were able to defeat the enemy who was down.

In less than a quarter of an hour, everyone was gone, except for a few quick-footed people who saw the situation was bad and slipped into the forest to escape.

The remaining members of the Mountain Tiger Bandits, including the triangular-eyed leader, all turned into cold corpses on the gravel road at the bottom of the valley.

Well, in fact, these people could have been captured. The captured thieves would have been forcibly conscripted into the border army.

But Enzo and Mark fought too hard and didn't hold back for a while, so these unlucky guys went to see the main god they believed in early.

If they really have faith.

The battle was over, and the air was filled with the strong smell of blood and sweat.

The caravan guards gasped and looked at Mark and Enzo in shock, their eyes full of gratitude, but still with a lingering trace of vigilance.

Mark shook off the non-existent bloodstains on the cross necklace, walked up to the bearded guard captain, ignored his wary look, and asked directly:

"Which guild are you from? Didn't you pay enough tolls? Or do you have a grudge against the Mountain Tiger Bandits? Why were you bitten so badly?"

The bearded captain wiped the blood and sweat off his face and looked at the bodies of the thieves lying on the ground.

He looked at the dim but peculiar badge on Mark's chest, and the ferocious dwarf Enzo behind him, swallowed his saliva, and answered in a hoarse voice:

"Sir... We're from the Gray Rock Chamber of Commerce, and we've been covering the Lily Kingdom's southern border and the Thirty-Six Towns for over a decade! We know the rules! We paid the toll to Shanhu according to the old rules when we passed through their territory at the beginning of the month!"