The village overseer at the gate of the slave camp scolded the kobold slaves, put on a raincoat made of reeds, and walked into the rain to wave to the knights.
“It’s raining so hard, come here and take shelter!”
The knight in the rain heard the shouts of the village overseer, and immediately clamped his stirrup hard, and the blue-gray war horse under his crotch immediately jumped up like an arrow.
The overseer's rain-stained face showed a flattering smile, and he transformed into a licking dog. Before he could say the next sentence, a cold knight's spear pierced his face, and the rain-stained blade carried a trace of
Bright light, until the cold knight's spear tore into the chest...
The village overseer could not even react to how the knights of the Green Empire pointed their weapons at unarmed civilians.
The moment his body stiffened, the village overseer was kicked away by the knight and fell into the muddy water.
The knight drew his big spear and rushed towards the slave work shed. The iron hooves of the war horse broke through the reed mat of the slave work shed. A nest of kobold slaves fled in panic. The height of these kobold slaves was generally between 1.2 and 1.4 meters.
Because of its short stature, it can pass under the horse's belly flexibly.
Several knights broke through the slave camp at the same time.
The work shed was torn apart, and the eight hundred kobold slaves were crying and howling.
Like a group of loaches mixed into the ditch, running around in the rain, leaving only the bodies of a few kobold slaves in the collapsed work shed.
The knights who came behind did not hurt a few kobold slaves at all. They looked at the kobold slaves running away and hurriedly chased them around.
Two knights used large iron spears to open up the reed mats in the children's courtyard room and found that there was no one inside.
The knight commander at the front of the team wiped the rain off his face and stopped the knights who were chasing the kobold slaves.
Pointing in the direction of Wall Village, he said to a group of knights: "Don't worry about those kobolds. Let's take control of this village first. Everyone, follow me and attack!"
“Attack!”
A group of knights followed the knight captain and raised the large iron spears in their hands, and struck them with the knight's light shield, making a "bang bang bang" impact sound.
Fifty knights broke through the rain and crossed the dead trees at the entrance of the village.
A knight raised his spear and pierced the wooden board hanging on the tree with "Wol Village" written on it. The already rotten wooden board instantly broke into several pieces and scattered in the muddy water.
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The old village chief led the villagers and had just moved a group of children to the carpenter's workshop when they heard the howling of the kobold slaves at the entrance of the village.
The first reaction of Village Chief Bright was that the kobold slaves in the work shed had blown up the camp, and the two villagers guarding the slave camp were probably in serious danger.
The old village chief grabbed a hoe from the farm tool stand in the carpenter's workshop and shouted to the villagers in the yard: "I guess those kobold slaves are going to escape. Everyone, follow me!"
Selena and six women are counting the number of children.
Hearing the call of the old village chief, the villagers immediately came out of their shelters and gathered around the old village chief. Everyone picked up their weapons and walked towards the entrance of the village.
The village chief of Bright patted a young man on the shoulder and said loudly to him:
“Jill, go and call all the people at the construction site and bring them with you. Don’t let those kobold slaves enter the village!”
"Yes, Uncle Bright." The young man turned around and ran away, fearing that he would be unable to catch the kobold slave in time.
The village road was extremely slippery in the rain. The old village chief rushed to the entrance of the village first, and halfway he saw a group of knights coming towards him.
The knights galloped in the rain.
The old village chief stood in front of everyone and shouted into the rain: "Where are you from?"
Before Mayor Bright could finish his words, the knight at the front had already rushed in front of the old village chief. The horse's front hooves were raised high, and the spear in his hand penetrated the old village chief's chest from top to bottom.
Come.
Village Chief Bright was on guard in his heart, but his body was unable to react in time. He only had time to turn slightly to the side, and the spear pierced his collarbone.
He was like a harpoon stabbed by a spear. His body trembled slightly in severe pain, and blood gushed out from the wound. He only held the spear with one hand, and the hoe in the other hand fell to the mud.
The villagers behind him saw the old village chief being stabbed by a knight's spear. They roared and struck the knight's thigh with the wood-cutting ax in his hand.
Although he was wearing hard leather armor, the knight on horseback still did not dare to resist the ax thrown by the villagers in anger, and quickly blocked the ax with his shield.
The villagers who rushed up from behind took the opportunity to snatch away the old village chief and the thick knight's spear. A knight from behind rushed up on horseback and chopped off the head of the villager holding the axe.
His head fell on the slope and rolled far away, falling into a mud pit.
At this time, the corpse of the villager holding the ax fell softly, with a 'plop' sound, and countless mud flowers splashed out.
Seeing more knights rushing up, the villagers holding farm tools quickly helped the old village chief and retreated. The moment they rushed up, three more villagers were stabbed by the knights' spears. Several strong villagers tried to kill the three with hoes.
A knight fell off his horse.
The knight swung his sword and cut off the wooden poles of several farm tools. The long sword in his hand cut the throat of a villager with a backhand. The killing was started by the first few knights, and screams could be heard from the entrance of the village.
to the distance...
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In the rain, the half-elf archer Samira hid her body in a low-lying wheat field by the stream. Not far away, she saw the village chief Bright being stabbed by a knight's spear.
Unexpectedly, the situation turned out to be the worst. This group of knights actually came to Wall Village.
Samira knew that Surdak had gone to Pussy Mountain deep in the deserted land in the past few days, and had also taken away the ogre Gulitem. The indigenous warrior Andrew did not know whether he was there...
At present, the only person in Wall Village who can fight seems to be himself.
The half-elf archer had a wry smile on his face, thinking that he was able to survive by chance in Wozhimara City because of Surdak's best efforts to save him. It was also because of Surda that he could draw the alloy bow with his arm.
The money he left at Wozhimala Welfare Home was enough to maintain the normal expenses of the home for three years.
Three years later, a new group of children in the orphanage grew up.
Thinking of this, she stretched out her hand and pulled off the bandage wrapped around her right arm, revealing the magic-patterned clothing 'Power' on her upper arm.
Her right arm was obviously thicker than her left arm. Due to being bandaged for a long time, the right arm was dazzlingly white in the rain.
She half-crouched in the wheat field filled with muddy water. The cold rainwater poured into her salamander leather armor, making her very uncomfortable. She held the alloy bow tightly in her hand, took out four arrows with one hand, and aimed at the people rushing towards her.
The knight at the front slowly opened the alloy bow in his hand.
At this moment, a twining ivy appeared on her white arm, and the halo of magic lit up from the magic pattern clothing. A trace of magic breath came out of her arm, covering the arrow like a cocoon of light.
.
She let go of her hand...
The arrow shot through the rain, countless raindrops shattered in the air, and the feathered arrow was inserted into the neck of a knight.