Abeyta's 500-man army did not sleep well all night.
Forget about starving, a fire broke out out of nowhere in the middle of the night. Before any response from the stationed personnel, the fire became extremely violent in an instant and burned through the entire village.
Those who could live in the village were noble knights and war horses. This was originally a preferential treatment that could provide shelter from the wind and rain. But the wind was strong at night and the fire was fierce. Everyone woke up from their deep sleep, and their eyes were full of fire.
The fire came so fast that even Abeta himself was startled. The house he lived in was the most complete and clean in the village, but it also had the most clay pots of 'hot glue' buried in it.
Unable to sleep at night, Abeta did not take off his armor. At the moment of the fire, he grabbed his sword and rushed out of the burning house. In the blink of an eye, fire spots were burning all over the village, and hundreds of people were headless.
Scurrying around like flies.
The flames burned with a whirring and crackling sound, mixed with a mess of people shouting and neighing.
Some knights took off their armor before going to bed and hurriedly wanted to go back to the scene of the fire to snatch back valuable family equipment. But nothing could be seen in the flames, and the fire could burn through the entire house in a minute or two.
Those who were lucky were forced out by the flames. Those who were unlucky had their houses burned down and they came out with severe burns. Some people were even buried in the fire and burned to ashes.
In the face of the billowing heat, no matter how skilled you are in combat, you still have to escape.
Abeta couldn't stand in the fire, his hair and eyebrows were burned backwards. In front of his eyes were all the heads running around. He called out the names of the attendants several times, but no one listened to his orders.
He wanted to yell and curse, but no one paid attention. Abeta could only push and stumble out of the village. When he turned back, the fire swept through the entire village, reflecting half of the night sky.
Many knights had no idea about fire, and they even brought their attendants to try to get their horses and belongings out. As a result, a few of them were too slow to escape and turned into torches, screaming miserably in the flames.
Several hundred infantrymen stationed outside the village escaped unharmed. They stared blankly from beginning to end. No one took action to put out the fire, and they just watched the noble noble officers and their attendants burning in the fire.
During the day, soldiers were poisoned and abandoned, and at night, nobles set themselves on fire and were naturally ignored.
Abeta was jumping around after coming out. At least seven or eight of his noble officers were burned to death, and thirty or forty were lightly or seriously injured. Even the dozen or so more noble spellcasters were missing one or two and were missing.
What's even more terrible is that all the knights' horses were tied up in the village, and less than half of them could be rescued in a panic. Many horses could not break free from the restraining reins and survived in the sea of fire, neighing miserably.
When the horse is resting, the saddle and bridle will be removed, and a large number of accessories will be put aside. These equipment are often the valuable property of a knight, and a fire will turn them all into ashes.
The flames emitted high temperatures, and the knights who escaped stood more than ten or twenty meters away from the fire scene. Most of them were stunned by the sudden fire. Some who suffered heavy losses simply roared wildly, and countless others scratched their hair and clenched their fists.
Abeta held a sword in his hand, but the scabbard was missing. He came out of the fire scene with a dark face and tattered clothes. He wanted to force hundreds of infantrymen to put out the fire.
But the soldiers who always obeyed orders had no one to obey except to give way. Even if Abeta fiercely raised his sword to pursue, the soldiers could at most escape further.
The breathing in his chest was like a bellows, and the buzzing and stinging pain in his scalp was like a defeat. Abeta had never experienced anything like this in his life. A fire burned away the reputation he had finally built up with great difficulty.
Not only were the civilian soldiers dodging, but even the subordinate noble knights looked at each other with evil eyes. Everyone lost face and suffered a lot of losses. At this moment, they all thought of why they suffered this?
Isn't it just that Abeta insists on being an anvil? He demands fame for himself and makes fun of other people's lives. He has only been so powerful for a few days? He has been tortured to this point.
Exxon has set a precedent, but Abeta is still arrogant. The casualties are still second to none. The key is the loss of horses and supplies, and the loss of confidence.
The fire in the village burned all night, and smoke was still rising the next morning.
The team of five hundred people had nowhere to go at night and could only stay up until dawn to prepare to return to Dense Fog Town. They once again destroyed a village, but not by the usual means.
The road back is harder than when we came.
A commander's power comes from the recognition of others, but when Abeta tried to regroup and reorganize his personnel, he found that his subordinates no longer acted as well as before.
After an inventory, it was found that of the more than 500 people under Abeyta's command, there were still more than 300 that could be commanded.
Excluding the sporadic losses and those engulfed by fire, about twenty knights led their infantrymen to break away from the team and requested to rush back to Dense Fog Town alone.
This was a serious provocation to Abeta's authority, but he could not stop it because his subordinates did not trust his command ability and believed that returning the same way would only lead to an ambush.
Before leaving the team, the noble knight acting alone pointed at Abeta's nose and cursed: "You idiot, this is all caused by your arrogance.
You destroyed so many villages and killed so many villagers. You made a big mistake. Abeta, you are being targeted. You must be being targeted by the monsters in the Black Forest.
We have no food, drink, supplies, and we don't even have enough horses. Holt and Kane, who vowed to assist you, have already escaped.
The enemy didn't even show up, and relied on some traps to get us into this situation. This has never happened before. If we follow you again, we will all die."
The split in the team shook the morale of the army the most. The remaining three hundred people also doubted whether Abeta was really being targeted. The reason why they didn't leave was because they were panicked and didn't know where to go?
In front of the burned village, the remaining teams still looked at their commander.
"Follow me. I will open the way this time." Abeta, covered in a mess, rode on a horse and mobilized around the remaining knights and infantry. "If there is any trap, I will take it first."
This sounds interesting. With the dignified Lord at the front, the morale of the team is at its lowest level. As long as there are still rational people, they will still choose to leave together.
The straight-line distance to Nongwu Town is only six or seven kilometers away. If we march quickly, we can get back in one day. Everyone wants to go back quickly and doesn't want to stay for a moment.
Abeta rode a horse, grabbed two shields, and was alone at the front of the team. He only returned the same way because he walked this road yesterday and stepped on all the traps that were supposed to exist.
But we don't know if the enemies hiding in the dark will set up traps again.
There are indispensable woods and bushes, hillsides and valleys in the wilderness villages. The way back is frightening, and the slightest movement in the grass can make people's hearts beat faster. Often a flock of birds flying out of the forest can scare people to the point of stopping.
At first, the subordinates were still about ten meters behind the Lord.
Gradually, everyone looked around, the speed became slower and slower, and the distance became wider and wider. The distance in the middle became more than fifty meters.
Abeta looked back and saw that he was far away from his subordinates. He was so angry that he cursed: "You bastards, why are you hiding so far away? This road is very safe. Come up here."
It would have been better not to shout this, but after shouting, all the people following him looked frightened. The knights on horseback turned around and ran away, and the infantrymen ran away. More than 300 people dispersed in a rush!
Abeta felt a palpitation in his heart, as if something terrible was approaching. He slowly turned around, and a mechanical dragon emerged from the woods directly in front of the road, with a knight wearing closed armor sitting on the dragon's back.
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The Earthly Dragon had a monster head full of edges and barbs. It approached slowly, its eyes were like fire, and said in a low but teasing tone: "Poor guy, are you ready to be eaten by me?"