117 The Oriole is Behind You

"Ah!"

"Damn it! Run!"

As more and more rushed out from the forest, a grave expression appeared on the unkempt man's face while he hid behind a fork in the road. 

There were more than seventy Forest Union bandits on horseback chasing after the players. More than half of them were archers, and all of them were equipped in full armor. Their archery skills were extraordinary. They had only chased after the group for a few seconds, but they had already killed seven and caused eight others to flee while injured!

The unkempt middle-aged man naturally did not believe that forty or so Blessed Realm players would be terrified of seventy Blessed Realm bandits. He held his breath carefully and stood in a rather hidden corner quietly. He watched the group of people charge past and studied the bandits behind them.

Soon, he noticed that most of the players who had been killed were killed in one hit by a man who held a silver longbow.