In the drafty cabin, the little boy hugged his mother with a face full of fear, his body shivering. He could hear the shouts of death outside, and he knew that those damn orcs were coming to attack their village again.
Winter is coming. In order to save food for the winter, those greedy, ugly and savage orcs are sweeping across the human borders like locusts, bypassing the fortresses, and then attacking the villages scattered around the human cities. His village is...
It became one of the targets of these orcs' plunder.
But fortunately, because the war between humans and orcs has gone through countless years, humans have accumulated rich experience in dealing with orcs, so even small villages have villages four or five meters high.
"An, don't be afraid. Your father will protect us. Don't worry! Your father is the best hunter in the village. Even orcs will be frightened by his arrows."
The young woman hugged her child and comforted her softly. Even though her heart was full of fear at the moment, she must remain calm in front of her child. She must not pass fear on to her child.
"God, please save us! Please use your wrath to severely punish these despicable orcs!"
The young woman silently prayed to the war god worshiped in the village in her heart, although her reason told her that this kind of prayer had almost no effect. How could a high-ranking god respond to the prayer of a humble ant?
The truth was just as she expected. No matter how much she prayed, no miracle happened. The sound that had echoed in her childhood nightmares rang in her ears again. It was the sound of heavy objects collapsing - their village had been breached.
, failed to block the attack of those hungry orcs, and with the sound of the wooden stronghold collapsing, the young woman's long-feared roar echoed in her ears again.
Hearing these voices, the young woman trembled. The village was breached. So what would happen to the hunters and young people who were guarding the existence? It is naturally self-evident.
Thinking of this, endless sadness filled the woman's mind, but she didn't have much time to grieve because the orcs were already approaching and her child had not been hidden yet.
"An, don't make any noise, hide in." The young woman clenched the hunting knife in her hand, picked up her still young child, walked to the corner of the house, and opened the very secret entrance to the basement.
door panel and stuffed it in.
"Mom, hide in with me." The little boy, who was only seven years old, listened to the roar of the orcs and the cries and wailings of the villagers, and there was a very clear look of fear in his eyes.
Sexy, but he had just been stuffed into the basement by his mother, and he grabbed his mother's robe tightly, trying to get her to follow him in.
"An, you can just hide in this place by yourself. Mom, go hide somewhere else."
"Don't lie to me." An's voice was filled with tears. He knew what his mother wanted to do.
The orcs, who are mortal enemies of humans, are an intelligent race, not ignorant and stupid beasts. They know how to search for prey. An empty house with no human presence will obviously arouse the vigilance and attention of the orcs.
They will use their sense of smell and intelligence to find humans. If they simply hide, it will have no effect. Every year, there are not a few humans who fail to play hide-and-seek with the orcs and are caught and eaten as food.
So if An and his mother simply hide in the cellar, then the probability of them being found and caught by the orcs is as high as 90%. But if one person runs out to attract the attention of the orcs, then the other one will hide and survive.
The chance of going down will be as high as more than half.
"Be obedient and hide well." The young woman glanced at her child and then put the sharp hunting knife into his hand. "Take this knife and remember that this was given to me by your father. If I
If you die, just live well and use this knife to avenge us."
After saying that, the girl pushed him directly into the basement with a force that no child could resist, and then sealed the board tightly. In such a cruel world, even a seemingly weak woman could not resist.
Those who can pick up hatchets and wooden spears to hunt wild animals.
After hiding her child, the young woman picked up the farm tools used for hoeing and then completely displayed the fear in her heart on her face. Her child was already hiding, and she no longer needed to pretend to be strong.
Looking around the room, the young woman quickly put away all the clothes of the children in the room. Just when the young woman had just arranged everything,
Bang! The sound of broken boards was heard, and finally the door of the cabin was kicked open, and then under the young woman's gaze, a burly orc who looked blue-black under the firelight appeared in her eyes.
With the appearance of this orc, a foul and unpleasant smell of sweat rushed in, making the young woman want to gag. However, the young woman did not do anything extra. She just held the farm tools used for weeding in her hands and rushed forward.
, the hatred in his eyes was not concealed at all.
"Human, female. Hehe!" Seeing this young human woman attacking him, the orc who had not taken a bath for who knows how many days, and was covered in stinky laughter laughed.
She slapped the weapon away from the young woman's hand, then grabbed the young woman as if trying to catch a chicken, and walked towards the room...
As the two of them gradually approached the room, the woman's original white face gradually turned purple. Even so, she was still struggling wildly, because the orc's eyes became very scary when he looked at her.
Tear! The sound of tearing cloth was heard.
"Dirty orc, don't touch me." The woman screamed with tears and anger.
"You're struggling weakly, but you'd better lie down obediently for me." The orc's rough voice sounded.
The sound of cloth being torn one after another deeply stimulated a little boy hiding in the cellar.
"Bang!" The board shook, and an angry voice sounded, "Don't touch my mother."
"Haha, it turns out there is a little one hidden here." The orc, who was ready to vent his long-simmered desire, stopped what he was doing and looked at the wooden board in the corner of the room that was constantly beating due to the impact.
"An, you are such a stupid child." Seeing the child who was roaring and trying to rush out to save her, the young woman shed tears of despair in the corners of her eyes.
"Let me see what kind of little guy he is." Glancing at the young woman who was crying, the orc walked towards the entrance of the cellar and opened it. Suddenly, he saw a brown man waving a hunting knife to chop at him.
Send a little boy.
"Courage is admirable, but you don't know whether to live or die." The orc broke the little boy's hand, threw away his hunting knife, and then lifted him up. Looking at the fair and tender little boy, the orc's mouth
There was actually saliva left in it, "I wonder how you taste?"
"Let go of my child." A sickle was slashed into the orc's shoulder. The young woman in ragged clothes was inspired to protect the calf, but she was stuck by the orc's strong muscles, and the cut was only shallow.
layer, leaving just a few drops of blood.
"Poor human, don't be anxious, it will be your turn soon." The orc took out the scythe and threw it aside, then looked at the young man An. He was hungry now and was ready to eat.
call out!
But just when he opened his mouth and was about to bite the young man, a three-meter-long lance suddenly shot from outside the door, instantly piercing the chest of the dirty orc. The fighting spirit carried by the lance also caused the shabby room to
One side of the cabin collapsed.
The young man with a broken arm landed on the ground and stared blankly at everything outside. He saw a group of knights on war horses frantically slaughtering the orcs who were burning, killing and looting in their village. Under the killing of these powerful knights,
, these orcs were like the hares he had killed casually.
At this moment, young An found a knight walking toward him with no weapon in his hand and just a big sword on his back. He did not have a lance in his hand like other knights.
"Not bad, boy." The Bronze Knight walked in and saw the boy sitting on the ground, not crying or making trouble, just looking at himself, and couldn't help but praise, not just any little kid can not cry even with a broken arm.
Not noisy.
"Are you a brave man?" Looking at the knight riding a tall horse and wearing thick bronze armor, the young man An asked blankly.
"A brave man?" Hearing the young man's question, the knight couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his visor, and then laughed, "I am not the brave man in the legends you heard, I am just a profit-seeking person.
He's just an unknown knight who is full of copper odor."
"But……"
"Boy, I'm not afraid to tell you our identities. We are just a slave-catching group. You and your mother have become my slaves now. Be good and be honest."
The knight sneered and interrupted the young man's words, and just as he turned to leave, he saw the young man's bleeding arm, and then threw out a bottle of potion.
"Drink it, this will heal your injuries."
Seeing the boy's increasingly admiring eyes, the Bronze Knight added, "Boy, don't do it because I'm helping you. I'm just trying to gain greater benefits for myself. Only able-bodied slaves can be sold at a good price."
"What kind of slave trader? He is obviously the same as the brave man in the story." The young man muttered. Only the stupid knight in the legend would throw his main weapon to save others during the battle.
"This is obviously a basic life potion. Thirty gold coins can buy more than a hundred kids like me. Do you treat me like a kid who doesn't know anything?"