Bishop is preparing his hammer, and Zhou Qingfeng is paying attention to his uncontrolled anvil.
In a valley six or seven kilometers away from Dense Fog Town, a smoking village can be seen in the telescope. The fence of the village was completely torn down, and several houses caught fire.
More than a dozen corpses were hung on a tree outside the village, under the tree were the relatives of the victims.
An aristocratic army of hundreds occupied the village. But the village is too small to live in. So they divided a group of people to camp outside the village.
From start to finish, this army has always been in a group, not scattered.
"These guys have learned well." Zhou Qingfeng put down the telescope and handed it to the old Bank next to him. "But they are not good enough."
Old Bank saw the tragedy in the village with no expression on his face.
As an'old nobleman', he could not say anything, he could only serve the lord as much as he could, and expected this dragon slayer to become an evil dragon soon.
Lord Hugo is wise, decisive, strong in execution, commander in command, and has the potential to evolve into an'evil dragon'. The Bouche family originally had a 90% chance of taking down Coldwind City, but now it was abruptly pulled to 50%.
Does anyone know that Coldwind City was very empty a few days ago, and the entire city was handed over to the inspection office Wilson to take charge of management. Only the low-level apprentices in the wizard's tower are the strongest in the city, and there are only ordinary cavalry and infantry.
If the nobles of Banshee Fort were bolder, they might have punctured the window paper this time. But after defeating Exxon, this opportunity disappeared.
Xili took Mondino and others back to Coldwind City, not even Todd's Orc Guard was left behind. Only Adrian's hunting team is responsible for the work behind enemy lines.
Apart from the strange maid around Zhou Qingfeng, only Old Bank was the key to care for. As for "Illustration", he stayed in a different dimension in the alchemy workshop.
Putting down the binoculars, Old Bank asked puzzledly: "Your Excellency Hugo, what do you plan to do next?"
"I...?" Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, "I don't plan to do anything. The next thing is what the people living here should do."
Old Bank turned his head again, and twenty or thirty unremarkable villagers lay behind the hillside. Their clothes are rags, their faces are yellow and thin, and their equipment is zero. They don't look like they have combat effectiveness.
There is no binoculars, but I can only see the smoking village in the distance. The villagers know very well what is going on in the village. Some were crying in a low voice, while others were comforting.
Although there is little experience, Adrian's secret camp has completed the first "short training course". The grievance conference has greatly drawn the hearts of the victims, and for the first time the detained personnel are in the group.
Zhou Qingfeng was originally worried about whether he could organize the loose hearts of the people.
But he underestimated the instinct of the human newspaper group to keep warm, the cohesion brought about by collective cooperation, and even the decisiveness of the poor under the oppression of the aristocracy.
Twenty or thirty villagers are the'outstanding ones' trained. They elected the captain themselves, lay down on the slopes of the valley until dark, and discussed with each other how to act.
Some ideas were more reliable than Zhou Qingfeng had imagined, so he only provided the necessary information and logistical support, and others let go.
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, and the attendant brought him cups and wooden plates for washing. After wiping his face briefly, the Lord asked, "Did there be any movement last night?"
"Nothing." The attendant shook his head, flatteringly said: "Master, your strength is too strong. Hugo will definitely avoid you when he sees you, how dare you come to provoke him?"
This was meant to please, but Lord Abetta slapped the attendant backhanded and shouted brutally: "You know what a fart. If Hugo is so easy to deal with, Exxon will not die."
The attendant clutched his swollen face and had to smile.
Abetta hates that these idiots are like pigs, so she can only call the messenger again, "Let the bastards get up for me and continue to raid the next village.
We must be fierce and fierce, more fierce than the enemy in order to win. Anyone who hinders us must die.
Send someone to contact Hult and Kane who are nearby. If I get into trouble, they have to come and save me immediately. Hugo in Coldwind City will definitely not stop, maybe he will be peeping nearby. "
Following Abetta's scream, the messenger hurried to give the order, and the noble armies in and outside the village gathered one after another. The lord, with a sullen face, urged himself with a riding whip in his hand.
Anyone dared to slack off, he stepped forward and gave a slap in the face.
Abetta's lewd prestige was so heavy that the soldiers and even the noble officers who were drawn did not dare to say anything, even if they were drawn bloody, they had to endure it.
Everyone in the team was terrified and afraid of the Lord, but I have to say that his subordinates are full of fierceness and basic discipline.
Within half an hour, a team of about five hundred people assembled out of the village and set off in double columns. The noble knights in the team are responsible for the front guards, and the investigators should spread out at least one kilometer to ensure that they are not attacked during the march.
The team was less than five hundred meters out of the village, and the mount of the noble knight in front of him suddenly felt pain and raised his hoof, and he screamed. Abetta in the team was extremely excited when she heard this voice.
"Is it an enemy attack? Hugo's men and horses finally appeared. The knights of the front team dispersed and formed the infantry. Wizard, prepare to summon Hult and Kane following behind. Let them find a way to outflank.... .. "
Abeta happily gave several orders, and the people leaving the village changed from column to horizontal, from marching to fighting. But when all the postures were put out, nothing happened outside the village.
The avant-garde knight walked back to report by himself, "Lord, I have encountered a bow."
What... ...
Abetta was so happy that he went to survey with the avant-garde knights. First, he saw the horse lying in the middle of the dirt road, and then he saw a private bow on the side of the road.
In fact, a wooden stake is driven into the ground to tie up the flexible branches. A pedal is buried in the middle of the road, and as long as it is stepped on, it will trigger the rebound of the branches and shoot out the small crossbows caught on it.
The avant-garde knight had a big life, and the crossbow bolt did not hit him, but it hit a large horse. Strong poison was also smeared on the crossbow. With the physique of a war horse, this would also be dying.
I thought that there would be a fierce and fierce assault, or the emergence of an overwhelming enemy army, it would not help to have a heads-up duel.
But what does it mean to have a nest bow on the side of the road? This thing is usually used for hunting, and it can only deal with small prey such as rabbits. Larger wolves can't kill it.
"You met this?" Abetta asked, staring at the avant-garde knight.
"That's it." The avant-garde knight faced the lord, afraid and innocent. "I was responsible for opening the road in front of my head, and I hit it."
This is too annoying.
Rogues who dare not fight head-on play this kind of innocent stuff.
War horses are precious war materials and cannot be easily discarded. While the injured horse was still alive, Abetta called a priest to treat him.
The priest took a long time to take out a slender crossbow bolt from the horse's belly, and also paid a'neutralizing toxin' and'treatment of minor injuries'.
"Be careful," Abetta ordered.
The avant-garde knight stepped on his horse again, and only promised the Lord that he would be careful and would never be tricked by such a despicable trap again.
The horse is running slowly, and the avant-garde knight pays special attention to the ground. As a result, he ran for a hundred meters and hung a thin thread hanging from a branch on the side of the road.
Pulling the thin thread, another poisonous crossbow arrow shot out from the branch. This time it hit the neck of the avant-garde knight.
Abetta was still standing in the same place, watching her subordinates thump and fall, struggling to call for help.
The pastor who had just rescued hurried up. But halfway through, I don’t know what I’ve stepped on. Another wogong fired from the side of the road, knocking the priest down.
Hiss..., now Abetta took a breath.
(Highly recommended children's drama, super cute Russian girl.)