The two Barbarians who were on the lookout were of similar strength to the one that Thirteen had just killed.
If he had to make a guess they were in their late teens, and would probably grow stronger once they get older.
But, they wouldn’t have that opportunity.
The only people that Thirteen wouldn’t blatantly kill were very young children because even if he was cold blooded, he still had his bottom line.
Also, the situation didn’t allow him to show mercy.
He didn’t really care about the other teenagers, but he wouldn’t allow Cristopher and Harry to be sold as slaves.
His goal was still to go to the Barbarian Kingdom, but he would go there on his own terms, and not tied up as a slave.
After nearly half an hour had passed, the two Barbarians thought that their friend was taking too long in handling his business.
“You tell him to hurry up,” one of the Barbarians said, making the latter frown.
“How about you go instead?” the second Barbarian replied. “I’m not going near that smelly punk.”
The first Barbarian clicked his tongue before standing up. He then walked towards the boulder, while the second Barbarian looked at him with a smirk.
“Oi, what is taking you too long?” the First Barbarian asked as he neared the boulder. “Are you constipated or something?”
Hearing no reply, the Barbarian clicked his tongue for the second time before taking a peek around the boulder.
But, just as he did, he heard something faint like a “twang!” followed by an almost inaudible whistling sound.
The Barbarian’s face immediately became pale because he was very familiar with this sound.
But, just as he was about to shout for help, an arrow pierced his throat, followed by a second arrow that pierced his chest after a delay of a few seconds.
He was only able to grunt once before the paralysis immediately took effect, making him fall on the ground face first.
The last Barbarian, who was looking at his friend from behind, felt that something was terribly wrong.
He heard the second Barbarian’s grunt, and saw him disappear behind the boulder as if he was falling.
Since the boulder was a distance away, he couldn’t see it properly, but he trusted his instinct.
The moment he made a decision, he immediately stood up and shouted in the direction of his leader in order to wake him up.
“Master Warren! Something is wro—ack!”
An arrow hit the Barbarian’s back followed by a second arrow. Making him fall on the ground face first.
“N-No… I don’t want to… die,” the Barbarian muttered unwillingly.
Although he was dying, he managed to alert the three other Barbarians, who were resting inside the two Wagons.
Warren immediately jumped out and looked at his surroundings.
Seeing the two arrows stuck in the watcher’s back, he immediately glared in the direction where he believed the two arrows had come from.
Knowing that his location would be compromised, Thirteen immediately left after shooting his second arrow.
The two other Barbarians were about to head in the direction where their leader, Warren, was looking.
But, before they could do that they heard an Ogre’s roar come from behind them.
The three immediately took out their weapons and took a defensive stance. However, they made sure to move near the wagons, using it as cover against the bowman who was in the opposite direction.
Thirteen had asked Bruno to stay opposite his direction. He only gave the Ogres two orders.
The first one was to shout his warcry when one of the Barbarians keeping nightwatch alarmed their comrades of Thirteen’s sneak attacks.
This would give Thirteen enough time to change locations and hide.
The second order that Thirteen asked of him was to communicate with Cristopher, so that his Master could summon Brutus.
The Ogre added that his Master should order the Troll to kill the Houdini Mustangs, or scare them away, to prevent the Barbarians from fleeing.
As long as the Horses were out of the picture, it would be easier for Thirteen, Brutus, and Bruno, to handle the Barbarians, who still had no idea what was happening.
Although the Ogre could only make loud roars, Cristopher was able to understand the language, so he didn’t hesitate and did as he was told.
Brutus appeared outside the wagon and immediately raised its spiked mace to smash the Houdini Mustang that was tied to its Master’s wagon.
As a Rank 2 Monster, it had become faster, and more agile than ever before. The Houdini Mustang didn’t even stand a chance when the troll smashed the side of its body with its spiked mace, making it neigh in pain.
The second Houdini Mustang was about to run away, but Brutus didn’t give it any opportunity to do so.
The Troll had already anticipated the other Mustang to get spooked after its brother had died, so Brutus had jumped over the first Horse that it had attacked and slammed its spiked mace into the second Horse’s back, making it cry out.
Both Horses were still barely alive, but no longer capable of running away because of the injuries that they had sustained.
The two remaining Houdini Mustangs, who were attached to the Second Wagon, moved in unison to run away.
Warren, who was using the Second Wagon as a shield, immediately moved to run after the Second Wagon.
The situation was too chaotic for him to fully understand what was happening.
At first, he heard the Ogre behind them, and even saw its hulking figure in the distance.
A few seconds later, a Troll appeared and attacked the Horses of the First Wagon taking him by surprise.
An Ogre and Troll working together was not uncommon in the Houdini Desert because Ogres liked to enslave the Trolls that they had captured.
Since there was still a bowman at large, Warren assumed that it was another Troll who specialized in the use of bows and arrows.
Although rare, there were Trolls that were proficient in using these range weapons.
Thinking that they were surrounded by an Ogre Hunting Party, Warren didn’t hesitate to run away alongside the Second Wagon.
The two remaining Barbarians, who were hiding behind the First Wagon, cried out in alarm after seeing that their leader planned to leave them behind.
Because of this, they also ran towards the First Wagon with the intention of catching up to it as fast as they could.