Anwen Village is just a small village that is slightly famous for its delicious silver smoked fish. There are countless such small villages throughout Sluwell. At this time, the snowflakes are slowly falling, and the originally peaceful small village is not so peaceful.
The fence that can only be used to block wild beasts cannot stop the real beasts. At midnight, the gray wolf cavalry entered the camp, and the feast of killing unfolded in the small wilderness village.
The town's guards and night watchmen were wiped out immediately. Under the surprise attack of the well-trained wolf cavalry, the militiamen who had only challenged the ogres at most did not even have a chance to ring the alarm bell.
At 2:00 midnight, thirty wolf cavalrymen entered the village. At 2:15 midnight, the militia captain, village chief, and local gentry were all dragged out of their warm beds. Their headless corpses were fed to the wolves at the entrance of the village, and their heads were buried
Used to tap into the will of the resisters.
At 2:40, all five hundred people in the village were dragged to the small square at the entrance of the village. The women and more than one child were dragged aside, and then the massacre began. There were no survivors among the young men who may have been part of the army.
Some people tried to resist, but in the face of real professional warriors, the resistance of civilians was meaningless, not to mention that the Wolf Cavalry was the elite among the powerful orcs.
After the efficient massacre, the wolf cavalry left at three in the morning. Before leaving, they set off a fire. The bloody wolf feet left bloody footprints in the snow. The blood-covered cavalry remained silent.
, but behind there are only burning ruins and fire, and the heart-wrenching cries give people nightmares.
Maybe they were hesitant at first, but this was already the fourth village they had destroyed within a week. It took less than an hour from entry to departure, and it had become a highly efficient massacre. As for the conscience condemnation of the massacre? They had already
Numb.
This is war. It is neither holy nor just. The only thing that needs to be considered is the path to victory.
The mission of the Wolf Cavalry, which was divided into small groups, was to circulate in the hinterland of the human kingdom, creating more chaos and panic, and involving the opponent's troops and energy. Although the methods were extremely bad, they did it.
Orcs are not beasts without limits. The villains who slaughter civilians make every strong man despise him from the bottom of his heart. People worship the fearless knight who dares to charge the dragon, but they will never respect from the bottom of their hearts a man who kills civilians for fun.
Butcher.
"Father, how many victories have you achieved in this battle against humans? How many human generals have you killed?"
"No, I just massacred thousands of civilians."
When I think about what my children will ask me after I go back, as the captain of the wolf riding team, Akli, although he is a famous brave man in the tribe, I don't know how to answer.
At this time, his sensitive sense of smell was still full of pungent blood. Dreaming about the child's questioning was his most terrifying nightmare, and he could feel the exhaustion in his heart.
In the concept of the orcs, dying in a battle with a strong enemy is a supreme honor, but the slaughter of the weak unintentionally shows the weakness of the strong heart. Such warriors will be despised by others in the tribe, and even more so after their death.
Rejected by the God of War.
"This is an order from our superiors. This is for our people's long-cherished wish to return to their homeland. This is for our people's righteousness!"
Justice, how many crimes are committed in your name! Behind the bright flag stands the executioner of crime.
He also knew that this was deceiving himself, but at least he had such an excuse so that he could continue to kill without conscience.
"The team is getting more and more silent. It seems we need to think of some way to boost morale."
Only the most unrestrained villains would show off their "records" of massacring civilians. Judging from the frowns and stiff expressions of these cavalrymen, they probably haven't reached that stage yet.
But they still did it, and did it without hesitation. After all, this is war, an evil war, a wonderful war, a war that can make all evils wear a sacred cloak.
"Ouch!"
Wolf howls sounded in front, which was the reward of the Eagle Tribe orcs who were serving as reconnaissance riders. These three wolf howls undoubtedly showed that there were enemies blocking the road ahead, but they were not strong enough to charge directly.
And soon, after crossing the mountain forest, the "enemy" came into sight. He was a blond young man with snowflakes on his head. He looked quite young, but the two-handed giant sword in each hand was extremely eye-catching.
"Alas, it's another young man who chases after me alone. He's brave and foolhardy. It's a pity that he's about the same age as my Aikul..."
Looking at this young swordsman who was as old as his own child, Akli paused for a second, and then made a thumb gesture across his neck, which was an instruction to kill the enemy on sight.
"There are more young people in the village just now that are as big as Aikul. So, in order for Aikul to have a bright future, you should go and accompany them... Strange, this sword looks familiar? It seems
Saw it there."
There was no need for extra thoughts. Even though there was only one opponent, the Wolf Cavalry still put on its best wave charge formation.
The strongest digital wolf knights are responsible for the melee combat. As the strongest ones, Akli and others are preparing for a surprise attack on the second line. The nets and javelins behind them are already ready.
A powerful gryphon knight may be killed instantly by the wolf cavalry in a single encounter. In the eyes of the cavalry, this young man who knows nothing about the world is already dead.
Facing the desperate attack of the wolf cavalry, the young man suddenly smiled, and his smile was full of cruel charm. This familiar smile finally reminded Akli of the sword he had seen there.
"Oh! Isn't that the person on the statue in the town, with the sword energy flowing out? It's the Sword Master!... That sword? Is it the Holy Sword of Roland? The Paladin Roland?"
This was Akli's last thought. The snow-white sword light flickered in the flying snow, and the flying sword energy began to kill people. Just a chill on his neck. The wolf cavalry captain's perspective tilted directly, sliding from the wolf's back to the snow.
In the ground.
The last thing that caught his eye was the silver-armored sword master waving his two-handed sword and killing his cavalry one by one.
At this moment, the wolf cavalry's defenseless appearance was like a helpless chicken encountering a butcher, no different from the evil deed he committed in front of the statue half an hour ago.
"Do people always kill murderers? It's really ironic..."
After just one encounter, the brave man of the Kara tribe lost his head. As a butcher, he no longer had to worry about how to go back and explain to his children.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood. Die!"
I don't know who it was who shouted this first, and soon everything returned to calm, except for some more headless corpses on the ground.
Yes, blood debts must be paid with blood, but where does the debt start? Does it start from this war, or from the war twenty years ago, or from the war more than three hundred years ago? I'm afraid.
.This is destined to be a confusing account that will never be settled clearly.
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After killing the last wolf cavalry, I felt a little tired, so I stuck my sword into the snow and rested on the battlefield.
While I was waiting for Irene Bella to clean up the escaping stragglers, I also thought of some other things I could do.
He took out a sheepskin bag from the arms of the wolf cavalry. As expected, in addition to supplies, there was also a map of nearby villages. The red crosses on it just meant that the wolf cavalry had already been there. I no longer needed to rush there.
Already.
All I could see was corpses and blood, but I felt a little thirsty for no reason. So I opened the water bag left by the other party and took a big sip. Inexplicably, I spit out all the sweet and cloying low-quality kumiss.
"Bah, it's bitter and astringent, just like before."
While I was complaining, Heloise had already finished interpreting the route of the Wolf Cavalry team, so my next destination had been determined.
"Blue Lake Village? I hope I can get to the front this time. I don't want to see ruins like that again."
Thinking of the tragic scene I saw in Anwen Village just now, I sped up my movements, quickly sorted out the battlefield, made sure that there was no information left behind, jumped directly onto Irene Bella's saddle, and drove down the next target.
This is already the twelfth wolf cavalry team I have eliminated within a week. My companions are all reporting their gains. I have gained less by acting alone, but compared to the rotten battle situation on the entire battlefield, I am afraid it is still only a drop in the bucket.
.
Everyone knows the truth of lip-death and tooth-cold. Once Sluwell is finished, it will definitely be the northern countries that will be unlucky next. Therefore, the heavy snow only weakens slightly, and reinforcements and assistance from various countries are on the way.
We are the fastest here, but we are probably also the smallest in number. One hundred undead knights and three hundred rookie knights may not have much effect on the main battlefield where tens of thousands are counted.
Considering the current situation in Donglan and the beast tide they will face in winter, being able to send troops has already surprised other countries. I am the one leading the team, which makes the unnecessary noise shut up. Well, at least shut up in front of me.
.
Of course, quantity is one thing, and quality is another. My undead knights are reliable in combat power. Those rookies are all the backbones selected from each new legion. All they lack is experience.
For me personally, I am indeed not interested in the main battlefield of Antun. Reinforcements from other countries are directed at the main orc troops, but I focus on these stragglers.
The orcs' troop division tactics have already worked. The lords from all over the Sluwell Kingdom are busy clearing out the rangers in their territories, so they naturally ignore the royal city's request for help. And those big lords who have a little spare time are killed by three other waves of orcs.
The army was restrained.
Light cavalry (not just wolf cavalry) hunting and diversion is not a rare tactic, but coupled with the elite Xiaogu troops of the orcs, it is extremely effective and cruel at the tactical level.
For an ordinary village, it makes no difference whether the attacker is a sword master or a bronze-level wolf cavalry. Either way, they will end up being massacred and the village destroyed.
Chasing these rangers is also a typical thankless task. They are too mobile and elusive, making it difficult to catch up. Even if they catch up, with their superior individual combat power, it is still unclear who will win and who will lose.
And before the main force of the orcs is wiped out, the combat forces that are being assembled by various countries have no time to take care of the small villages in other countries, but I plan to take care of them.
"To hell with those nobles, since we are here and can help, let's help."
My number is indeed small, but the individual strength of the undead knights is not low. It is easy to face a squad of wolf cavalry alone, and the rookies are just starting to gain experience.
So, I simply disbanded the war group and allowed them to move freely in a group of one belt and three, and in turn hunted the Ranger squad.
What is reasonable and unexpected is that such an action has gained great popularity. After all, the territorial nobles and the royal family that should have been responsible for the protection are doing nothing, and my undead knight is the best symbol.
"The late King Roland brought his army to save the people of Lan. After ignoring His Majesty Roland's warning, the false king Fimul once again ignored the suffering of the people, only caring about his own power and safety, and huddled in the royal capital.
middle."
In a sense, the Sluwell royal family's previous announcements were constantly demonstrating what it means to be stupid and seeking death. However, I, who "regardless of past grievances", became more and more famous with my anti-hunting actions, and the undead knights began to receive enthusiastic support.
More energy.
And then, a scene happened that surprised and even unbelievable everyone.
Seeing this situation, that Fimer knew that the war in Antun was still tight, but he warned me through the church not to take advantage of the fire to win people's hearts, and once again declared that I was not the late King Roland, but just a fake person who deceived people's hearts.
Obviously, in the eyes of that "Your Majesty", the orc army is just a foreign threat that will be expelled sooner or later, while my knights and I are indeed "ambitious" with big plans.
At that time, I almost turned around and left, but when I thought about it, I felt angry instead.
"Okay, you said I win people's hearts, so I will really win people's hearts. Knights, take out our battle flags and military emblems. We are rescue troops in an upright manner, and there is nothing to hide."
Of course, in a certain sense, I know clearly that the people are the people and the royal family is the royal family. But more importantly, once I get involved in some things, it is difficult to stop. Is it just because of that idiot in Antoun?
Watch those villagers die.
And when these news came out, the reputation of the Sluwell royal family plummeted even more. Every day, countless refugees chose to flee to Donglan, which they would never have chosen originally.
It is said that after hearing the news, Fimul dropped the colorful jade wine cup that was a century-old heirloom of the royal family. Then he regretted it and was very sad. After learning the news, in order to comfort him, I sent him a message through the church.
Got a message.
"Colorful jade wine cup? Isn't that a by-product of the glass I burned at that time? Don't worry, even though it looks good, it's actually just colored glass and worthless at all. In fact, it's not a wine cup, it's just a small glass that failed too much.
The spittoon was also filled with crickets... There should be a secret inscription made by Roland on the back of the cup. If it wasn't too broken, you can look for it."
Well, it is said that he really fought with him, but this time more than one wine glass was thrown. (To be continued...)
ps: It’s another lucky e. It’s too bad. The power outage and the manuscript of more than a thousand words were eaten, so it’s even later...
I've been really busy lately, so I'll finish the three 10,000-word updates I owe this month...
So what, book friends with tickets can support me...
