Bishop is preparing his hammer, while Zhou Qingfeng is paying attention to his uncontrolled anvil.
In a valley six or seven kilometers away from Dense Fog Town, a smoldering village could be seen in the distance through the telescope. The fences of the village were completely torn down, and several houses were on fire.
More than a dozen corpses were hung on a big tree outside the village. Under the tree were the relatives of the victims.
A noble army of several hundred people occupied the village. However, the village was too small to accommodate. So they divided a group of people to camp outside the village.
From beginning to end, this army remained united and never dispersed.
"These guys have learned well." Zhou Qingfeng put down the telescope and handed it to Old Bank beside him. "But they are not good enough."
Old Bank observed the tragedy that happened in the village with an expressionless face.
As an 'old noble', he had nothing to say but could only serve the lord to the best of his ability and hoped that this dragon slayer would become a dragon soon.
Lord Hugo is wise, decisive, strong in execution, well-controlled in command, and has the potential to evolve into an 'evil dragon'. The Bucci family originally had a 90% chance of winning Cold Wind City, but now it was reduced to 50%.
Does anyone know that Cold Wind City was very empty a few days ago, and the entire city was handed over to the Inspection Office Wilson for management. Only the low-level apprentices from the Wizard Tower were left in the city, who were considered the strongest combatants, and the others were only ordinary cavalry and infantry.
If the nobles of Banshee Castle had been bolder, they might have punctured the window. But after defeating Exxon, this opportunity disappeared.
Hilly took Mondino and others back to Coldwind City, and not even Todd's orc guards were left behind. Only Adrian's hunting team was responsible for working behind enemy lines.
Apart from the strange maid, Zhou Qingfeng only has Old Bank as his key caretaker. As for "Quick Shadow", he is staying in another dimension in the alchemy workshop.
Putting down the telescope, Old Bank asked puzzledly: "Sir Hugo, what are you going to do next?"
"I...?" Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, "I don't plan what to do. The next step is what the people living here should do."
Old Bank turned his head again, and saw twenty or thirty inconspicuous villagers lying on the back of the hillside. Their clothes were in tatters, their faces were yellow and thin, and their equipment was zero. They didn't look like they had combat effectiveness.
There was no telescope, but only the smoky village could be seen in the distance. The villagers knew exactly what was happening in the village. Some were crying in a low voice, while others were comforting them gently.
Although he had little experience, Adrian's secret camp still completed the first 'short training course'. The grievance conference greatly brought the hearts of the suffering people closer, and the sheltered personnel were in a group for the first time.
Zhou Qingfeng was originally worried about whether he could organize the loose people's hearts.
But he underestimated the human instinct to join groups for warmth, the cohesion brought about by collective cooperation, and the desperate determination of the poor under the oppression of the aristocracy.
Twenty or thirty villagers were the trained 'leaders'. They elected their own captains and lay down on the slopes of the valley until dark, discussing with each other how to act.
Some ideas were more reliable than Zhou Qingfeng imagined, so he only provided necessary information and logistical support and let go of the rest.
One night passed, and the sun rose again the next day.
Lord Abetta, who was stationed in the village, came out of a broken house. The attendant brought him a cup and wooden plate for washing. After briefly wiping his face, the Lord asked: "Is there anything going on last night?"
"It's safe and sound." The attendant shook his head and said flatteringly: "Master, you are too strong. Hugo will definitely stay away from you when he sees you, how dare you provoke me?"
This was originally meant to please, but Lord Abeyta slapped the attendant with his backhand and shouted cruelly: "You know nothing. If Hugo had been so easy to deal with, Exxon would not have died."
The attendant covered his swollen face and had to apologize.
Abeta hated that these idiots under him were like pigs, so he could only call the messenger again, "Let those bastards get up and continue to sweep the next village."
We must be more ferocious and more ferocious than our enemies in order to win. Anyone who stands in our way must die.
Send someone to contact Holt and Kane who are nearby. If I run into trouble, they have to come to rescue me right away. Hugo from Coldwind City will definitely not give up, and maybe he will be peeping nearby."
Following Abeta's loud shout, the messenger hurried to give the order, and the noble troops inside and outside the village gathered one after another. The Lord had a sullen face and went to urge him personally with a riding crop in hand.
Anyone who dared to slack off would be severely beaten by him.
Abeta was so powerful that the soldiers and even the aristocratic officers who were whipped did not dare to say a word, and they had to endure it even if they were whipped until they were covered in blood.
Everyone in the team was afraid of this Lord, but it must be said that his men were ruthless and had basic discipline.
Within half an hour, a team of about 500 people gathered out of the village and set off in double rows. The noble knights in the team were responsible for acting as the vanguard and rearguard, and the scouts spread out at least one kilometer to ensure that they were not attacked during the march.
Less than 500 meters out of the village, the horse of a noble knight in front suddenly raised its hoof in pain and neighed loudly. Abeta in the team was extremely excited when she heard this sound.
"Is it an enemy attack? Hugo's men finally appeared. The knights in the front group dispersed and let the infantry form a formation. The wizard, prepare to summon Holt and Kane who are following behind. Let them find a way to outflank them from the left and right...
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Abeta happily issued several orders in one breath, and the troops leaving the village changed from columns to horizontal columns, from marching to fighting. But when all postures were put into place, nothing happened outside the village.
The vanguard knight walked back and reported, "Lord, I encountered a nest bow."
What......?
Abeta's joy came to nothing. He followed the vanguard knights to investigate. First he saw the horse lying in the middle of the dirt road, and then he saw an artificial nest set by the roadside.
In fact, a wooden stake is driven into the ground and elastic branches are tied. A pedal is buried in the middle of the road. As long as it is stepped on, the branches will rebound and the small crossbow bolts clamped on it will be shot.
The vanguard knight was very lucky. The crossbow bolt did not hit him, but hit the large horse. The crossbow bolt was also smeared with strong poison. With the physique of the war horse, it would be dying.
I fully expected that I would encounter a fierce and fierce surprise attack, or an overwhelming enemy force would appear. At the very least, a one-on-one duel would be fine.
But what does it mean to set up a nest bow on the roadside? This thing is usually used for hunting, and it can only deal with small prey such as rabbits. It cannot kill larger wolves.
"Is this what happened to you?" Abeta asked, staring at the vanguard knight.
"That's it." The vanguard knight faced the Lord, feeling scared and innocent. "I was responsible for opening the path in front of the head, and I ended up hitting it."
This is so annoying.
Only rogue bandits who don't dare to fight head-on play such unsavory things.
War horses are valuable combat materials and cannot be abandoned easily. While the injured horse was still alive, Abeyta called a priest to treat it.
The priest spent a long time taking out a slender crossbow bolt from the horse's belly, and also spent a 'neutralize the poison' and 'treat minor injuries'.
"Be careful." Abeta ordered.
The vanguard knight mounted his horse again and promised his lord that he would be careful and would never fall into such a despicable trap again.
The war horse ran slowly, and the vanguard knight paid special attention to the ground. As a result, he ran less than a hundred meters and hung on a thin line hanging from a branch by the roadside.
The thin thread was pulled, and another poisonous crossbow bolt was shot from the branch. This time it hit the vanguard knight's neck.
Abeta was still standing there, watching helplessly as his subordinate fell down, struggling and calling for help.
The priest who had just rescued hurriedly went up. But halfway through, he didn't know what he had stepped on. Another bow was fired from the roadside, knocking the priest down.
Hiss... Abeta took a deep breath.
(Highly recommended children's drama, super cute Russian girl.)