At some point, there were many simple traps on the way Abeta's troops left the village. Especially the second trap that hit the priest was the most annoying.
It was a nest bow with two triggers. The first person to step on it would not trigger it, and the target would be the second person to step on it. It missed the vanguard knight and knocked down the priest who came to rescue from behind.
Abeta's team dispersed into a battle formation, and they were on high alert but watched blankly as the knights and priests in front were attacked. There was not a single enemy at the scene, only traps placed somewhere unknown.
The priest was hit in the thigh and fell to the ground screaming. He quickly used 'Treat Minor Injuries' on himself, but shouted for help: "Help me quickly, I only prepared a 'Neutralizing Toxin' today."
Spellcasters have limited spell slots every day and can only make selective preparations.
The injured priest was not of a high level, and he used the second-level 'neutralizing poison' on the knight who was leading the way. Now the knight was severely injured and waiting to die, and his own life was also threatened by the poison, so he needed other people to help him.
There were several priests in the team, but seeing the miserable condition of their companions, they did not dare to move forward. They all hid behind and asked Abeta to send troops to explore the road and ensure that there were no other threats on the road.
Abeta was furious because he could not hit anyone but was only beaten. He waved his riding crop and ordered a group of infantrymen to grab wooden shields and escort the priest to rescue the people.
After ten minutes of back and forth, the unlucky priest was rescued. However, the knight who opened the way was already dead because he was too badly injured and poisoned.
Without any passionate process, no nobleman could accept the death of a noble man under a bow used for hunting rabbits. This is like a person who accidentally walked at night and drowned in a smelly ditch.
I have no shame to say it.
It's so cowardly and disgraceful.
To resurrect the dead, a high-level priest must specifically pray to the gods.
There are only a few low-level military priests in Abeta's team. They can only do simple tasks such as treating minor injuries, neutralizing toxins, and purifying food and water.
The real threat leaves people helpless.
"Master, we're just afraid that we have to find some thieves to look for traps." The attendant whispered.
Abeta raised her hand and whipped her again, "Where should I look for thieves now? Besides, God knows how many traps have been placed on this road? How long will it take for us to find them?"
There was a crisp sound, and the corner of the attendant's mouth was bleeding from the slap, but he did not dare to say anything more and could only retreat slowly. Others saw the Lord's anger and were frightened, so they did not dare to say anything.
Abeta's breath is hard to calm down, but the road still needs to be walked. Otherwise, hundreds of people will be trapped in an unknown village, and they will not be able to survive for a few days without food or water.
"Arrange a group of swordsmen and shieldmen to go to the front and let the soldiers use their spears to test the ground and the surrounding woods and grass for any traps." The Lord still had to find a way to solve the problem.
So more than a hundred soldiers cautiously moved to the front line, holding up shields and grabbing spears to explore the way. Because everyone was afraid, it took half an hour to walk three to four hundred meters and found five or six crudely laid traps.
These traps cost nothing and are not difficult for ordinary poor people to set up. With some simple tools, one person can set up dozens of them every day.
But with these traps, the team's speed was too slow, and they might not be able to reach the next village before dark. Abeta asked the team from behind to spread out and advance through the woods on both sides of the road.
But the environment in the woods was more complicated. Within five minutes of advancing, someone was hit and stepped into a trap.
It was really just a matter of simply digging a hole, which was about the size of the sole of a foot. A slender crossbow bolt was buried at the bottom of the hole, specifically used to pierce the soles of soldiers' feet.
Only officers have hard-soled cowhide boots, and soldiers only have straw sandals. The slender crossbow arrows are really convenient for anything, and they are pierced through the soles of the feet. They are also smeared with poison.
The soldier who called for help was carried out of the woods, his face already pale. He was not seriously injured, but he urgently needed to 'neutralize the toxin', but the chaplains who accompanied the army stood by and watched.
Divine spells are all obtained through the power of faith. It is too wasteful to use them on a small soldier. Normally, when a small soldier is injured, he has to bear it on his own.
Abeta had no intention of giving orders to the priest. He just shouted in disgust: "This waste is useless, throw him aside."
The poisoned soldier was thrown to the side of the road, and soon died of heart paralysis. He already knew his fate before he died, and his companions all looked sad, but they were helpless.
Abeta once again forced the soldiers to move forward, but the team's advance was even slower. In order to save their own lives, the soldiers were particularly careful with every step they took.
In order to speed up the march, Abeta went to capture a group of poor people from the villages that had caused harm before, and forced them to open the road ahead. This allowed the soldiers to move faster.
But there were traps on the road, and there were no traps at other times, completely irregular. After most of the captured poor people were dead, the whole day passed. Abeyta's team did not arrive at the next village until dark.
A whole day of fear made the noble officers and civilian soldiers exhausted. They rushed directly into the village and tried to kill a group of people to vent their anger.
But when the soldiers aggressively pushed down the thin wall of the village, they found that there was not a single villager in this lonely little village.
All the people in the village fled, the food was moved away, the wells were filled with soil, and there were not even many intact houses left.
The soldiers thought they could rest, but they were so excited when they entered the village that several of them fell into the trap immediately.
Some people were poked by nails as soon as they pushed the door, some were rummaging through boxes and cabinets and touched the mechanism of the 'Free Crossbow'. Some finally found a sip of water, drank it and were poisoned and died.
There seems to be danger everywhere in the village, making people confused and frightened. Even the more powerful knight master must be careful to avoid being attacked.
Not many people died after entering the village, less than two digits. But the morale of the soldiers was severely damaged. In the past, they looted villages and towns and met with stubborn resistance at most. As long as the leader was killed, the rest of the poor people would naturally obey.
But now no one can see it, only the traps laid out are waiting.
It was already dark, but there were not even a few bonfires lit in the villages in the wilderness. Abeta's troops of several hundred people stayed outside the village, hungry and thirsty. They could not even collect wood for fuel.
Danger.
"Where are the untouchables in this village?" Abeta stood at the entrance of the village, scanning the darkness with wide eyes.
But there was nothing in the darkness except the cold wind blowing.
Usually, soldiers only need to kill a group of people in the village, and then force the remaining people to work hard to serve them. They eat, drink, poop, sleep, and all the work is done by someone.
But now there is nothing.
Especially when the well in the village was filled up, hundreds of people didn't even have water to drink. The priest had the "water making technique", but he couldn't even satisfy the nobles in the team.
If you want to drink water, you have to dig a well. This is not only a technical job, but also requires time. Neither the master nor the soldier can afford to wait.
"When did the untouchables become so cunning? Where can they go?" Abeta was puzzled.
The current situation is completely beyond the past experience of the nobles. They only vaguely know that this is not something that a single villager can do, and there must be someone behind the scenes to teach and organize. Otherwise, it will not be easy to relocate the population of a village.
"Contact Holt and Kane and ask them how they are doing?" Abeta ordered.
The accompanying wizard released his flying familiar and went to find the other two teams that were supposed to be following Abeyta.
Abeta will first choose a house to live in. As for the knights and soldiers under his command, he can only think of a way to live in the open air or build a house and build a nest. It all depends on his own ability. The Lord can no longer take care of it.
Food could only be eaten from the dry food they brought with them, and they would be eaten dry without water. The morale of the soldiers was reduced to the lowest level, and they kept complaining behind Abeta's back.
As a commander, Abeta occupied a room but could not rest. He felt that he was caught in the enemy's plan and was in a network that was constantly tightening.
Hundreds of people have great strength, but they can't find an opponent but they are constantly being consumed.
By midnight, the Flying Demon Pet could not find any other Banshee Castle troops two to three kilometers away. This meant that Holt and Kane had not followed up.
Abeta was furious, scolding his colleagues for being incompetent and shameless, and abandoning him.
The slow fuse buried in the village just ignited the preset dozen of 'hot glue' clay pots.
The fire is raging at night!
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