Heh
Jason stood in the cliff watching over the red knight trainees and the bandits playing their game of tag with a smirk on his face. He waited until the red knight trainees finally reached the city and went around the city.
The bandit army was chasing after the rose knights, pushing their already weary horses to their limits. Jason could spot 2 hooded figures leading them one with a sort of saber type of sword and another that Jason couldn't see any weapons on that person. Jason counted at least 2000 bandits on horseback, how they were able to get that many horses was something Jason had no idea about.
The rose knights had managed to reach the city before the bandits reached the inside of the valley that was surrounded by the cliffs that Jason and the rest of his group were standing on.
In the past 2 days, Jason had spent an astronomical amount of time in the valley, even with the help of the green barrack members and the wolves it was a long and hard process. The level of his create trap skill was a testament to how long it took
[create trap: level 6]
It would seem, that when leveling up a skill like this creating a large number of traps wasn't the only way to level it up. Sometimes the traps that were more deadly gave Jason more Exp while the mini traps gave him almost 5% of what the high-quality traps gave him in terms of Exp.
Jason grinned as he saw the bandits ride closer and closer to the city. It seems they weren't going to stop and were going to try and directly assault the city. Jason had no idea how they were going to do that, but judging from how confident they were they must at least have some methods.
He had divided the traps that he had build into 3 stages, and courtesy of Boops who had named them, he deemed the first one the ouch stage, the second one the oof stage, and the third one was unanimously agreed to as the heck stage.
The bandits were reaching the first stage or traps that Jason and the green barrack members had laid out.
The bandits were racing to the city, the 2 hooded figures in the front after realizing that they wouldn't be able to catch the rose knights made a quick change of plans. They would conquer the city and then catch the rose knights, or if worse came to worse just hold the city inhabitants as a hostage, knights, or any honorable type of person always crumbled at that type of threat.
The hooded figure rode kicked the horse with his sharp metal boots, making it neigh in pain and run a bit faster.
That was a mistake and if that hooded figure was able to notice, the inclination of the ground had started to climb up, slowly but surely. The hooded figure turned its head around to look at the 2 thousand men following after him. An evil grin passed his face as he thought about, how easily he was able to rope them into this with promises of loot free reign over the city. Bandits were usually an unruly bunch, but he had managed to find a suitable person to lead them. After all, in an environment like the bandits, strength was the only thing respected. Plus he had requested for some additional elites to help them out just in case anything happened. Sadly he only had a few with him currently the rest were with the bandit leader.
While the hooded figure looked behind him while fingering the handle of his dagger anticipating the bloodbath. A sudden feeling of floating hit him. With an almost instinctual move, he jumped off of his horse kicking it down. While he soared in the air, he was able to see the glinting shine of metal spikes in a pit that had expertly been placed in such a way that you wouldn't be able to see it until it was too late.
The hooded figure tried to shout out a warning but the person who was jumping in the air beat him to it. The hooded figure with a saber tucked into his belt, yelled out in a husky course voice
"jump faggots"
Unfortunately, the rest of the bandit army wasn't able to react as quickly as the hooded figure, and at the rate they were pushing their horses, they had no time to react either.
Jason watched with satisfaction as the bandits line after line tumbled into the pit filled with metal spikes. In the corner of his eye, he could see the notifications come in
[you have killed a level 30 bandit]
[you have killed a level 33 bandit]
[you have killed a level 31 bandit]
[you have killed a level 30 bandit]
[you have killed a level 32 bandit]
[you have killed a level 31 bandit]
[you have killed a level 30 bandit]
[you have killed a level 33 bandit]
[you have killed a level 35 bandit]
[you have killed a level 30 bandit]
[you have killed a level 31 bandit]
[you have killed a level 31 bandit]
more and more Exp was flooding along with the notifications, but Jason still didn't level up to 50. He was right at the threshold, but it seems the Exp requirement to level up to 50 was astronomically larger than the other requirements.
Well, that didn't matter too much, he had plenty of Exp to earn.
Only a few bandits were able to jump over the pit. Those were well-armored compared to the rest of the bandits that only had some cloth over their important bits and paint and scars on the rest.
But eventually, the pit was completely filled, with the bodies of the bandits, they started to despawn but it was enough for the bandits to cross, the bandits were eventually alerted to the deadly pit and were able to jump over it without plummeting to their deaths.
The bandits started to regroup, or at least they tried to regroup, Jason nodded to the green barrack members next to him who were armed with bows and arrows.
They all released their strings, letting their arrows fly with a slight twang. The green barrack members he had stationed on the other cliffs, noticed the arrows, and started to fire their own. Normally using standard archer practice they were supposed to aim for their targets, but Jason wanted to create the atmosphere of an ambush, so he ordered them to just pour as many arrows as they could in their general directions.
Jason watched one of the green barrack members grab 10 arrows and fire them all of in quick succession. Boops counted a 0.2-second interval for each one. Fricking crazy. Jason only got more and more curious as to how these members were able to fail so badly on their previous trial.
The bandits looked up to see a rain of arrows flying straight towards them. The hooded figure with a saber in his hand yelled out
"take cover"
And the bandits all scrambled to look for cover. But then the noticed that they were in completely plain grass with not even a stone that could reach their ankles insight.
They could see some tree stumps but nothing in the entire valley was suitable for cover. Jason made sure of that.
Bandits were getting hit left and right, the bandits kept on looking around panicked. Only the more armored one had shields that were packed on their horses, they bunched together to create a small fortress of shields covers their heads. The rest of the bandits that couldn't reach the shields just lay down and hoped to not get hit or used their horses as cover.
The hooded figure quickly looked up at where the arrows were coming from while the saber wielding figure defected any arrows that were coming towards him and the other hooded figure who was thinking.
Once in awhile the arrow that he deflected, flew into a bandit that curled up into a ball, but the saber nor the dagger-wielding hooded figures cared.
The saber figure grunted to the dagger hooded figure
"well, what now? should we take out those guys?"
The other hooded figure shook his head,
"no, it will take us to much time to go back out to climb the cliff we can just let the rest of the group that's coming take care of them"
The saber wielding figure looked at the dagger-wielding figure and said
"That means we are pressing on"
The dagger-wielding figure nodded
"yes, we are pressing on"
The saber figure slammed his sword into the ground and shouted to bring the bandits together the people who were guarding themselves with shields responded first and quickly went to form up even under the rain of arrows. The rest of the bandits struggled to get to where they were organizing but looking at that saber, which killed countless of their comrades they swallowed their spit and ran over to them.