Chapter 78: Temple of Cold Fall·

According to the village intelligence, there is a large number of bandits stationed in Hanluo Temple.
Before the imperial army was stationed in Helgen, this group of robbers often rushed down the mountain, looting the surrounding villages and passing merchants. The local villagers spontaneously organized several encirclement and suppression campaigns, and even Xueman sent troops to help, but the results were very low.
The news came that the imperial legion was stationed. Like other criminals in the surrounding area, this group of bandits was afraid of the imperial legion’s strength and no longer dared to go down the mountain to ordinary civilians. It's just that those merchants and passers-by who choose to cross the paths of the cold mountain peaks in order to hurry or save some travel expenses are treated more rudely by these bandits.
Now Helgen has been completely destroyed, together with the Imperial Legion stationed there. Presumably, it won't be long before the robbers who have received the news will come to the village in groups to cause chaos.
It's no wonder that the adults in the stream would ask themselves so earnestly to clean up the bandits on the mountain.
Bernardo doesn't mind doing this. If it goes well.
His target was Aville, the notorious thief. His beloved "Chill Crack" was accidentally stolen when it was placed, and the perpetrator was this guy.
"It would be okay if he obediently handed over the cold crack, if he lied..." Bernardo's eyes became dangerous.
The road to the top of the mountain is long and winding, and occasionally a few hungry wild wolves appear on the side of the road. They were hungry and fierce in their eyes, ignoring Bernardo's warning flames, howling and rushing forward.
For lone travelers, bards, and merchants, this might be considered a threat. But in front of a good magic swordsman, their sharp minions are so weak and weak. They couldn't even leave a few scratches on the boy's robe.
The snow wolf here hasn't eaten for a long time, the body is thin and the fur has shrunk a lot, and there is no value in obtaining materials.
This relaxed atmosphere lasted until a certain hole outside the gate of the mountain temple.

"The guard is a bit tight..." In the cave, avoiding the cold wind, Bernardo drank a bottle of pale golden liquid that he was carrying with him—this is a certain vision enhancement potion made with saber-toothed tiger eyes. Greatly enhance the long-sightedness of users.
In the distant picture, more than a dozen robbers, wearing leather armor with warm and protective functions, patrolled in groups in twos and threes.
Few people would choose to cross the mountain road that was sealed by heavy snow at this time. But even so, the boss still asked them to keep their eyes open and stare at every move around the temple at any time.
Because of the risks brought by the raging cold wind and the deterrence of the Imperial Legion, this group of bandits has not gone down the mountain for several months.
According to the best friend of the leader next to them, the famous thief Havel’s recent battle results, it is obvious that the leaders have got something from this batch of goods. These days, the leaders will lead their men from time to time. People go deep into the temple.
I don't know if it was because of their casual exploration. The outer temple of the temple, which was originally extremely safe and stable, and even used as a lair by robbers, became dangerous after several leaders led people into the depths of the temple for the first time. Countless ancient traps were reactivated, flame organs, lightning runes, and stinger walls, which caused the robbers in the outer temple who had been in a leisurely state to lose a lot of people. They had to retreat outside the temple, distributed outside the stronghold room that had long been abandoned by them and was ruined by heavy snow.
"Yes." After observing for a long time, Bernardo finally found a loophole in defense.
It was near a gathering point near the eastern of the temple.

The core of this gathering point is a sentry tower, and the cement on the outer wall has peeled off in large quantities, exposing huge cracks. Those who went up to the guard often complained whether this broken tower would suddenly collapse.
Therefore, generally only robbers who have made mistakes will be punished to be sentry here. If they perceive a possible threat, they will ring the old bell.
Apart from the sentry, there are only four people under the tower. The two great swordsmen leaned against the corner of the broken wall boredly, resisting the raging cold wind. An archer with a terrible scar on his left eye looked around sharply.
Bernardo, who was approaching, saw more clearly the style of the leather armor they were wearing. It is extremely cold-resistant, but the protective power can only be said to be a normal wolf leather armor.
Godsend opportunity.
For Bernardo, if it is to fight in an arena where the conditions are completely equal, he has the confidence to kill these five people in one second. Unless some of them know simple enchantment techniques, it may take an extra second to crack.
However, the enemy he might face is not just these five little guys, but nearly a hundred armed robbers on the entire mountain.
In this situation, these bandits are even more difficult to deal with than those regular soldiers.
Therefore, you cannot use magic to kill them, because the distance is too far now. If you want to do this, you have to use a lightning magic with strong penetrating power but a lot of movement.
Nor can it find a way to collapse the guard tower, which will attract the attention of others and may even cause an avalanche.
"Come on..." Bernardo whispered softly, he had already thought of a good strategy.
He stared at the only archer who seemed alert. Bernardo picked up a stone, wrapped it in a snow ball, and threw it at the opponent—
"What is that!" Unexpectedly, the archer yelled loudly. An iron arrow was already placed on the string of the oak longbow in his hand. "Who is there! If you don't come out, let the arrow go!"
no respond. Only the stunned expressions of his companions and the still raging cold wind remained.
"Forget it, shoot an arrow first." After hesitating, he finally chose an insurance behavior.
With a swish, a sharp arrow hit the stone thrown by Bernardo.
The robbers winked at each other, and a random-looking robber threw the big sword in his hand to his companion, drew out the dagger from his waist, and carefully checked.
When he arrived at the target location, his doubts and panic disappeared instantly, replaced by relaxed and casual. He turned his head: "It's just a stone blown by the wind...head..."
Seeing where his companions were, he was speechless.
Because, the few people who were complaining about the too long rotation time with them just now, all lay motionless on the ground at the moment, a pool of bright red blood stains, clearly visible on the ground that was stained white by the snowstorm.
"Don't yell out..." The soft whisper suddenly sounded in his ear, which made him stand upright. He hurriedly tried to turn around, to see who was whispering in his ear--
When he tilted his body, the world in his eyes suddenly turned sideways.
Soon, he knew nothing.