I don't know when, there were a lot of simple traps on the way out of the village where Abetta was born. Especially the second trap that hits the priest is the most annoying.
It is a nest bow with a second trigger. The first person to step on will not trigger, and the target is the second person to step on. It let go of the avant-garde knight and went to the priest to help.
Abetta's team dispersed in the battle queue, high alert, but stared at the knights and priests in front of them. There is no enemy at the scene, only traps that do not know where to put them.
The priest was hit in the thigh and fell to the ground screaming. He quickly used'Cure Minor Injury' for himself, but shouted for help: "Help me quickly, I only prepared a'neutralizing toxin' today."
The spellcaster has a limited number of spell slots per day, so he can only choose to prepare.
The injured priest was not of high level, and the second-order "neutralizing toxin" was used by him on the knight who opened the way in front. Now that the knight is severely injured and awaiting death, he himself is threatened by the poison and needs other people to help him.
There are still several pastors in the team, but seeing the tragic situation of their companions, they dare not move forward, all of them shrink back and ask Abetta to send troops to find the way. Make sure there are no other threats on the road.
Not being able to hit anyone but just being beaten, this situation angered Abetta. Brandishing his horse whip, he ordered a team of infantrymen to grab a wooden shield and escort the priest to rescue people.
After ten minutes of tossing, the unlucky priest was rescued. However, the knight who opened the road in front of him had suffered too much damage and was poisoned too deeply, and he had already died.
Without any passionate process, the nobleman died under a nest bow used to beat rabbits, which no nobleman could accept. It's like a person who walks carelessly at night and drowns in a stinking ditch.
Said it didn't have the face to say.
Too shameless and disgraceful.
To resurrect the dead, this requires high-ranking priests to specifically pray to the gods.
There are only a few low-level chaplains in Abetta's team. To treat minor injuries, neutralize toxins, and purify food and water, they can only do simple tasks.
The real threat is helpless.
"Master, we're afraid we have to find some thieves to find the trap." The attendant said in a low voice.
Abetta raised his hand with another whip, "Where am I looking for a thief? Besides, God knows how many traps are placed on this road? When do we have to find it again?"
With a crisp sound, the attendant's mouth bleeds from the corner of his mouth, but he dare not say anything, so he can only withdraw slowly. When the others saw the Lord's anger and horror, none of them dared to speak.
Abetta's breath is difficult to calm, but the way is still to go. Otherwise, hundreds of people will be trapped in an unknown village, and they won't be able to eat and drink for a few days.
"Arrange a group of swordsmen and shields to go ahead and let the soldiers use their spears to test the ground and the surrounding woods for traps." The lord still has to find a way to solve the problem.
So more than one hundred soldiers were placed in the front row tremblingly, holding shields and holding spears to explore the way. As everyone was scared, it took only half an hour to spend three to four hundred meters and find five or six traps with crude layout.
These traps are not costly, and there is no difficulty in setting them up by ordinary poor people. As long as there are some simple tools, one person can deploy dozens of them every day.
But with these traps, the speed of the team is too slow, and they may not be able to reach the next village before dark. Abetta asked the team to disperse a little from the back 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 stepped on a trap.
It really is simply digging a hole, just the size of the sole of your foot. A slender crossbow bolt was buried at the bottom of the pit, specially used to pierce the soles of soldiers' feet.
Officers only have hard-soled cowhide boots, and soldiers only have straw sandals. The slender crossbow bolts are really convenient for doing everything, and the soles of the feet are tied one by one. The same is smeared with poison.
The soldiers calling for help were carried out of the woods, their faces pale. He was not seriously injured, but he urgently needed to'neutralize toxins', but the army chaplain stood on the sidelines one by one.
Divine arts are all exchanged for the power of faith, and it is too wasteful to use it on a small soldier. Usually the soldiers are injured on their own.
Abetta also didn't mean to order the priest. He only shouted in disgust: "This waste is useless, throw him aside."
The poisoned soldier was thrown to the side of the road, and soon died from the poison due to heart palsy. He knew his end before he died, and all his companions were sad but helpless.
Abetta once again forced the soldiers to move on, but the team moved more slowly. In order to save their lives, the soldiers were very careful with every step they took.
In order to speed up, Abetta went to the village that had previously been scourge to capture a group of poor people, and forced to open the way ahead. This allowed the soldiers to move faster.
But there will be traps on the road, and there will be no traps for a while, completely irregular. Most of the poor people caught died, and the whole day passed. Abetta's team arrived in the next village before dark.
The whole day of fear has exhausted the noble officers and civilian soldiers. They swarmed directly into the village, trying to vent their anger by killing a group of people.
But when the soldiers threw down the thin wall of the village aggressively, they found that there were no villagers in this lonely village.
All the people in the village fled, the food was removed, the wells were filled with soil, and there was not even a good house left.
The soldiers thought they could rest. They were too excited to enter the village, and several people were caught in the trap immediately.
Someone pushed the door and was pricked by a row of nails, and someone overturned the cabinet and touched the bracket of the'Freedom Crossbow'. Someone finally found a sip of water and drank it and died of poisoning.
There seems to be danger everywhere in the village, which is confusing and frightening. Even the more powerful knight master must be careful not to get caught.
Not many people died in the village, less than double digits. But the morale blow to the soldiers was too severe. At most, they were stubbornly resisted when they washed and plundered the villages and towns. As long as the leader is killed, the rest of the poor will naturally obey.
But now no one can see, only the traps are waiting.
It was dark, but the villages in the wilderness didn't even light up a few bonfires. Hundreds of people, Abetta's subordinate stayed outside the village, hungry and dry. They are even in danger of collecting wood fuel.
"Where are the untouchables in this village?" Abetta stood at the entrance of the village, staring wide-eyed and scanning the darkness.
But there was nothing but the cold wind blowing in the darkness.
Ordinary soldiers only need to kill a group of people in the village, and they can force the remaining people to serve themselves exhaustedly. Eat, drink, Lazard, sleep, and have people doing everything.
But now there is nothing.
Especially when the well in the village was filled, hundreds of people didn't even have to drink their saliva. The priest has the technique of creating water, but he can't even satisfy the noble lords in the team.
If you want to drink water, you have to clean the well. This is not only technical work, but also takes time. Neither the master nor the soldier can afford to wait.
"When did the untouchables become so cunning? Where can they go?" Abetta was puzzled.
The current situation is completely beyond the past experience of the nobles. They only know vaguely that this is not something that a single villager can do. There must be someone teaching and organizing behind it. Otherwise, it will not be easy to relocate the population of a village.
"Contact Hult and Kane and ask how they are doing?" Abetta ordered.
The entourage wizard releases his flying familiars to find the other two teams that should have been with Abetta.
Abetta first chooses a house to live in. As for the knights and soldiers under them, they had to figure out their own solutions. It depends on their own abilities. The Lord can't take care of it anymore.
Food can only be eaten with dry food, and swallow without water. The morale of the soldiers was minimized for this, and they continued to complain with Abetta behind their backs.
As the commander, Abetta occupies a room but can't rest. He feels that he is caught in the enemy's calculations, and he is in a big net that is constantly tightening.
Hundreds of people have great strength, but they can't find an opponent but are constantly consuming.
In the middle of the night, the Flying Familiar did not find any other Banshee Fort troops nearby two or three kilometers away. This shows that Hult and Kane have not followed.
Abetta flew into a rage, scolding her colleagues for being incompetent and shameless, abandoning herself.
The slow-speed fuse buried in the village just ignited a dozen of preset clay pots.
Fire is raging at night!
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