The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 56: Chapter 55 Are you the so-called Black Serpent Clan? (Seeking Chase Reading)bender

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The horse hooves were flying, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Milton Cheney gently tugged at the reins, maintaining a stable posture.

The surrounding scenery was retreating rapidly, and Milton wore a calm and composed expression on his face.

The Yellow Fiery Horse galloped swiftly across the wilderness, forming a magnificent image to those in the distance.

It was now already the second day since Milton had left the Four Seasons City, and he was no longer in the Far East Territory.

More precisely, he was now in the Blackwater Territory of the East River Province.

However, he was in the wilderness at the edge of the Blackwater Territory, still a distance away from its cities.

Being familiar with the Kingdom Map, Milton wasnt a stranger to the Blackvvater Territory, which was actually larger than the Far East Territory.

The entire Blackwater Territory was the domain of a kingdoms earl named Lopes Evans.

Lopes Evans was also known as the Blackwater Lord or the Earl Black Serpent, and the Evans family was one of the more renowned clans in the East River Province.

If the map is accurate, then this point must be about two hundred miles from Black River City, the southernmost city of the Blackwater Territory,

Milton, still mounted on the Yellow Fiery Horse, pondered silently. Having memorized the Kingdom Map, he could recall everything with a slight effort.

In his journey around the kingdom, the first territory he needed to cross was the Blackwater Territory.

Shh!

Suddenly, a faint sound reached Miltons ears.

The next moment, Milton swiftly pulled the reins, bringing the Yellow Fiery Horse to a halt with a neigh.

The horse reared, churning up a swirl of dust.

This low, mournful sound that reached his ears was not strange to Milton.

It was the very noise produced when elasticity triggered the vibration of a bowstring pulled taut.

In short, it was the sound emitted when a bowstring is drawn.

A skilled archer like Milton could never be unfamiliar with this sound.

As expected, almost the moment he halted the horse, an arrow appeared in the ground before him.

The arrow had been fiercely pinned into the ground, close to Milton. Clearly, the person who shot it had aimed for him.

If Milton hadnt halted the horse, the arrow might well have hit the Yellow Fiery Horse.

Miltons expression became slightly gloomy as he turned his gaze in the direction the arrow had come from. Meanwhile, not far from Milton, on a small hill, Who told you to fire the arrow?!

Almost the moment the arrow was fired,

A middle-aged man lying hidden on the hill spoke resentfully, his voice rippling with palpable anger.

Boss, didnt you say to fire whenever we see someone easy to bully?

The lad being scolded was very young. Hearing the boss rebuke him made him feel somewhat wronged.

This guy doesnt have anything valuable on him except for the horse. Its not worth the trouble. And people who dare to ride alone in the wilderness are never to be trifled with. You dont get it at all!

The boss, aka the middle-aged man, expressed his disappointment infuriatingly.

Boss, he is just one person. How much harm can he cause? Forget about Xiao

Liu, are we afraid of just one guy with so many brothers here?

Yeah, boss. I say we just let it go, it wont require much effort.

The younger gangsters began to chime in, making the middle-aged man feel somewhat helpless.

This way, it would go wrong someday.

Fine, lets get it over with quickly!

If he had already offended him, then he might as well commit all the way.

Whats more, the reason for his anger wasnt fear, but that it was simply not worth it.

With that, they gave up hiding and stepped out of the hill, looking at Milton from a distance.

Of course, Milton noticed them too.

Seeing Milton stay put on his horse, the boss guy, Bruce, heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

He thought that Milton was so frightened that he had gone numb, not knowing he was on the brink of entering hells gate.

So, leading his men, Bruce went towards Milton with a grand gesture.

Boy, Just leave the horse and get out of here!

Bruce looked at Milton Cheney, sitting casually atop his horse and staring back at him unemotionally. This made Bruce feel a chill inside.

Initially, he wanted to take action directly but ended up instead uttering such a phrase.

At these words, his underlings looked at their boss, surprised.

Since when had their boss, the notoriously ruthless Bruce, become so easygoing?

Kid, our boss is good-hearted; hes decided to spare your life, arent you going to scram quickly?

Seeing Milton Cheney still without any reaction, the young man who had just shot the arrow spoke impatiently.

Although he didnt understand why his boss suddenly decided to let this kid off, he had no intention of opposing him.

Little did they know, the Milton Cheney before them was not immobilized by fear, but rendered speechless by their audacity.

Milton never thought hed actually meet bandits.

Maybe Im the true protagonist after all, attracting people who came up to me only to be killed.

Well, they can only blame their bad luck.

In Miltons eyes, these men were full of weaknesses.

Milton could see at a glance that their bodies were slack, clearly having given in to alcohol and lechery.

Even the strongest among them just barely reached the quasi-knight level. Stopping his path was no different from seeking death.

So in his eyes, these men were already as good as dead, and Milton did not have the habit of talking to dead men.

The next moment, the Lionheart Sword that hung from his belt appeared in Miltons hand.

The sun shone on the blade of the Lionheart Sword and flickered with dazzling brightness.

A silvery flash passed by, and the impatient expression on one mans face froze permanently onto his countenance.

Is that my body?

This was the last thought that crossed his mind.

Because the next moment, a headless body fell to the ground, the fresh blood coloring the barren earth red.

Milton did not even use his aura with this sword strike.

The strike was so swift that fresh blood sprayed onto Bruces face before he could react.

He stood rooted to the spot, shaking uncontrollably, subconsciously.

His underlings reacted no differently.

A a real knight?

I knew something bad was bound to happen

Countless chaotic thoughts rushed into Bruces mind in that instant.

The next moment, he dropped his sword, dropped heavily to his knees, forehead against the ground, sweat was pouring down his forehead unceasingly.

Seeing their boss kneel down, the underlings understood what was happening and immediately followed suit.

Even if they were blockheads, they knew at this point theyd bit off more than they could chew!

And this was no ordinary trouble; this was like 24k titanium level trouble.

At this moment, silence was louder than any words.

There was no talking, no pleading, no one dared to make a sound.

Milton did not expect his sword strike to have such an effect, nor didnt expect these men would be so obedient, kneeling straight down without a hint of resistance.

This made him feel somewhat embarrassed.

But since they dared to block his path, naturally they had to be prepared to die.

Milton had no intention of letting any of these men go.

Raising his silvery-white knight sword, his countenance was calm, akin to the Reaper hoisting his scythe.

Lord, wait, please dont attack yet! We are from the Black Serpent Clan, the Blackwater Lord, Earl Black Serpents men!!

Bruce, with his forehead against the ground, quickly spoke as if realizing something.

Apparently assuming Milton might not be familiar with the Black Serpent Clan, he even deliberately emphasized the latter part of his sentence.

After his declaration, everything fell silent once again.

Sweat dripped steadily from Bruces forehead, he had never felt time pass so slowly.

Until he heard a sentence, which turned out to be the last comb he heard in his life.

You guys? From the Black Serpent Clan?

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