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"Thank you, Shiva. Have a pleasant journey, and hopefully fate will bring us together again," replied Bratislava sincerely.
"Wishing you prosperity as well, Bratislava. Perhaps next time we meet, I can bring something special to exchange," Shiva said with a smile.
The two of them shook hands passionately again. Just as Shiva and Bratislava were saying their goodbyes and preparing to leave, they suddenly heard an urgent bell ringing, followed by people's terrified screams: "Raiders! The raiders are coming!"
The once lively and harmonious market instantly descended into chaos, with people frantically packing up their goods and seeking shelter, while women and children screamed in terror. The smile on Bratislava's face froze instantly, and he cursed under his breath.
"These damn bastards! They come back so soon, it's time to show them some color!"
Shiva tightly gripped the weapon in hand and asked, "Who are these marauders? Do you need my help?"
Bratislava quickly pulled out a heavy hammer and a shield from under his stall, saying, "They are the men of the warlord Agastya, claiming to be an 'army' but in reality just a group of bandits posing as soldiers. They always come up with various unjustified reasons, like protection fees and territory fees, to plunder our belongings."
After speaking, Bratislava looked up at Shiva and said solemnly, "You better leave here quickly and not get involved in this chaos."
Then, Bratislava turned and ran towards a group of spontaneously formed guards organized by nomads, who were hastily preparing to face the impending threat.
Shiva stood there, watching Bratislava gradually move away, feeling a mix of emotions. He knew that as an assassin, he had the ability and responsibility to stop all of this. But he also knew that he had a more important mission waiting for him. However, in an instant, the phrase "nothing is true, everything is permitted" flashed through his mind.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the struggle in his heart. Thinking about the connection between the marauders and Agastya that Bratislava mentioned, he knew this was not just a small-scale plunder. It could be part of a larger conspiracy, and he couldn't stand by and do nothing.
Shiva quickly drew his dagger and observed the situation around him in secret. The market had descended into chaos, with people fleeing in all directions, vendors hastily packing up their stalls, and women and children in a state of panic.
Bratislava and a group of spontaneously formed guards of nomadic people are ready for battle, holding various weapons with determination on their faces.
At that moment, a group of soldiers burst in. Although their armor is not uniform, their faces are filled with ferocity. Leading them is a man wearing a steel helmet, wielding a broadsword with a cold smile on his lips.
"I want all of your belongings!" he roared.
Bratislava tightened the hammer and shield in his hands, glared at the enemy in front of him, and roared, "This time we won't let you succeed!"
The marauder forces seem to be no match, they wear tattered clothes, and some even lack shoes, looking like a group of beggars gathered together. However, they are numerous, almost three hundred in number, equivalent to three times the number of the nomadic militia.
The nomadic militia, on the other hand, is at the other extreme. They wear fine chainmail, carry long spears and shields, and are well-equipped. However, their numbers are relatively scarce, only about a hundred people.
"Come on, you filthy bugs!" shouted the leader of the marauders.
"For freedom and home, charge forward!" Bratislava shouted, his voice echoing in the air.
The tension reached its peak, with both sides waiting for an opportunity or a signal to start the battle. At that moment, a warrior from the nomadic tribe suddenly took out a Molotov cocktail, lit it, and forcefully threw it at the raiders.
As the bottle flew through the air and smashed onto the ground, it exploded, and in an instant, flames ignited among the raiders. This seemed to be the first strike of the war and the beginning of a bloody conflict.
Bratislava raised his hammer and led his men to charge, while the marauders roared back in retaliation. The two sides clashed like flames, instantly boiling over, followed by the clash of metal, people's shouts, and the clash of swords and shields.
Bratislava gritted his teeth, staring ahead with determination. He saw the leader of the marauders, a huge man, like a giant, wearing tattered armor and wielding a massive war hammer capable of overwhelming any opponent. His movements were slow, but each step seemed to shake the earth, and each strike was enough to send people flying.
"Come on, you bugs!" The leader of the marauders roared loudly, swinging his war hammer and easily knocking down two guards of the nomads. His laughter and roars echoed throughout the battlefield, greatly diminishing the morale of the nomads.
Bratislava felt the pressure, but he knew he couldn't back down. He tightly gripped his hammer, took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly, "Don't be afraid! Even a giant has weaknesses! Target his legs and bring him down!"
Hearing the roar of Bratislava, the nomads regained some courage. They followed Bratislava and charged, this time with more focus, aiming for the leader of the raiders' leg.
Bratislava summoned all of its strength and swung the hammer at the leg of the raider leader. The collision of the hammerhead and the leg bone produced a loud noise, causing the raider leader to finally lose balance and fall to the ground.
At that moment, the morale of the nomads soared, and they cheered loudly, launching a more fierce attack against the raiders.
But at that moment, Bratislava felt a strong sense of crisis. He turned around suddenly, only to see the leader of the raiders slowly standing up, his eyes flashing with even more madness.
"This is not over yet!" The leader of the marauders roared, swinging his massive war hammer once again.
Bratislava knew that the real tough battle was just beginning.
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