Chapter 3 Surrounding the Bandit Gang Alone

EeDeChi wandered aimlessly along the forest path, with sunlight streaming through the gaps in the lush green leaves, casting dappled shadows on the uneven muddy road.

It had been two months since EeDeChi was born from the altar of the Daoist priest and crossed into this unfamiliar world. She had casually chosen the name "EeDeChi" for herself.

In these two months, EeDeChi roughly grasped the operating rules of this world and the ways of life of various races.

This was a fantasy world barely considered high magic, with multiple races such as humans, elves, orcs, dragons, and more. Humans had established many countries on this continent.

Of course, EeDeChi didn't care about the indigenous people of this world. EeDeChi's main purpose in coming to this world was to deal with the protagonist of this world—a guy named Ainz Ooal Gown.

EeDeChi was too hasty when crossing over and only knew the name "Ainz Ooal Gown" and something about the "Great Tomb of Nazarick," but nothing else.

In a strange world like this, finding someone with just a name was quite difficult, but Ainz Ooal Gown had already established a country located between the borders of the Baharuth Empire and the Re-Estize Kingdom, named Sorcerer Kingdom, and proclaimed himself the Sorcerer King.

Rumors had it that the Baharuth Empire had already submitted to the Sorcerer Kingdom, but EeDeChi didn't inquire about the complete information. After all, for the people on the border of the Baharuth Empire, it didn't make much difference who sat on the throne of the empire.

Ainz Ooal Gown, he was quite an ostentatious guy, EeDeChi thought so.

So, if she wanted to find Ainz Ooal Gown and then drag him down from the throne and beat him up, she only needed to head towards the Sorcerer Kingdom. That was EeDeChi's plan—simple, crude, but absolutely effective.

However, unfortunately, when EeDeChi crossed over, she landed in a corner of the City Alliance, on the other side of the border of the Baharuth Empire. So, she had to travel on foot through the entire Baharuth Empire to reach the Sorcerer Kingdom.

In this unfamiliar world, one needed money for food, accommodation, and travel. EeDeChi had to consider her livelihood first.

Luckily, she was strong in combat, so she registered at the Adventurer's Guild and became an adventurer who took on missions and earned rewards.

In this world, supernatural powers were divided into three types: magic, Martial Arts, and innate abilities. Among them, magic was further divided into Arcane Magic, Spiritual Magic, Divine Magic, and so on.

In these two months of adventure, EeDeChi discovered that she had a strong talent for Arcane Magic, and she had already mastered three or four low-level attack spells.

But because the level of magic she knew was too low, EeDeChi's main method of combat was still to take out the great sword behind her and rely on ordinary attacks to defeat her opponents.

Adventurers in this fantasy world were people specialized in dealing with monsters, magical beasts, and anomalies, similar to versatile mercenaries, with an unwritten rule of not interfering in the mainstream conflicts of human society.

They were unified and managed by a loosely organized transnational organization—the Adventurer's Guild. To distinguish the strength of adventurers, the Adventurer's Guild specifically issued metal badges symbolizing identity and strength, with levels ranging from low to high: copper, iron, silver, gold, Platinum, Mithril, Orichalcum, Adamantite.

Although EeDeChi didn't know what level her strength was in the entire alien world, she hadn't suffered a defeat in any of her battles in these two months.

Whether it was the red-armored wyvern that had the Baharuth Empire knights at their wits' end or the rampaging demon boar that drove the entire village's villagers to flee their homes, she was no match for them. Therefore, EeDeChi's adventurer level had also risen, and she was currently a Mithril-ranked adventurer.

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Under the crimson sunset, a fierce slaughter was unfolding in the grassy area of the forest. No, to be precise, it was a one-sided massacre.

One side, judging from their equipment and attire, should be a cavalry patrol team from a nearby town. There were eight people in total, and six of them were already lying in pools of blood. The remaining two had their half-body armor in tatters, with numerous wounds, but they were still struggling to hold on.

They were being attacked by the notorious "Black Scorpion" bandit gang! This bandit gang was infamous for its murders, kidnappings, and robberies, having committed numerous crimes both large and small within the Baharuth Empire.

After roaming to this border town, they had committed several crimes, and now they had encountered the imperial patrol team. To avoid revealing their whereabouts, they mercilessly struck.

The cavalry of the Baharuth Empire was well-equipped and well-trained, but there was a Magic Caster in the "Black Scorpion" bandit gang who could use Fourth Tier magic.

The flesh and blood of the cavalry, even with the addition of Martial Arts, could not withstand the power of magic.

The captain of the cavalry, Aaron, wielded his longsword with both hands and launched the Martial Art: "Fortress of the Faith," barely blocking a short axe, then leaning to the side and thrusting, the longsword pierced through the damaged part of the enemy's leather armor, piercing the heart of the bandit in front of him.

Killing an enemy did not make his situation any easier because he saw his last companion, George Wells, a young man who had joined the cavalry patrol less than three months ago, hit by a fireball thrown out by the Magic Caster, turning into a human torch.

George, engulfed in flames, screamed miserably, his limbs twisted as he charged towards the Magic Caster, swinging his steel sword frantically, wanting to perish together with the Magic Caster.

But the Magic Caster just smirked and flicked his finger, and George flew out like a burning human kite, never making another sound.

"Am I the only one left?" Aaron pulled his longsword out of the bandit's corpse, raised the steel knight sword with the blade already filled with gaps, breathed heavily to restore his strength, and straightened his waist to stand firm.

Even in death, he wanted to maintain the honor of a knight, but in this situation where the strength contrast was so great, did his persistence still have any meaning?

There were five or six bandits with single-handed broadswords and oak shields slowly surrounding them, while the Magic Caster leisurely put away his magic staff, ready to watch Aaron, the last man, struggle to his death.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves, "da da da, da da da," rang out on the other side of the forest, coming closer and stopping in the forest soon.

Both the bandits preparing to rush and Aaron preparing to counterattack were stunned. Listening to the sound of the hoofbeats, only one cavalry was approaching.

Wasn't it seeking death for a single cavalryman to come now?

Everyone looked towards the direction of the hoofbeats. Aaron saw clearly that it wasn't a lone cavalryman coming to support them; even worse, it was a girl with short black hair.

The girl was dressed in a black linen outfit, with a gray knitted shawl draped over her shoulders. She carried a giant sword on her back, which seemed disproportionate to her figure.

The black-haired girl jumped down from the horse, her equestrian skills obviously clumsy. The horse beside her was two heads taller than her, and it was struggling to escape by randomly stamping its hooves.

But she forcefully grabbed the reins with one hand, tying the restless brown horse tightly to a fallen pine tree in the forest.

The newcomer was none other than the still inexperienced EeDeChi.