Anwen Village is just a small village famous for its delicious silver smoked fish. There are countless such small villages in Sluwell. At this time, the snowflakes are slowly falling, and the originally quiet village is not so peaceful.
The fences that can only be used to block wild beasts cannot stop the real beasts. At midnight, the gray wolf cavalry entered the camp, and the feast of slaughter unfolded in the wilderness village.
The town's guards and night watchmen were immediately wiped out. Under the raid of the well-trained wolf cavalry, the militiamen who had only challenged the ogres at most did not even have the chance to ring the alarm bell.
Thirty wolf cavalrymen entered the village at 2:00 midnight. At 2:15 midnight, the militia captain, the village chief, and the local gentry were all dragged out of their warm beds. Their headless corpses were fed to the wolves at the entrance of the village. Used to tap the will of the resisters.
At 2:40, the 500 people in the whole village were dragged to the small square at the entrance of the village. The women and the children with more than one blade were dragged aside, and then the massacre began. It is possible that there were no survivors among the young men who were in the army.
Some people tried to resist, but in the face of real professional warriors, the resistance of civilians was meaningless, not to mention that the wolf cavalry was the elite of the strong orcs.
After the efficient slaughter, the wolf cavalry had already left at three in the morning. Before leaving, they set a fire and left bloody footprints in the snow with their bloody wolf feet. The blood-covered cavalry remained silent. , but behind it was only the blazing ruins and firelight, and the piercing cry made people nightmare.
Maybe they were hesitant at first, but this is the fourth village they destroyed in a week. It took less than an hour from entering to leaving. This has become an efficient slaughter. As for the conscience of the slaughter? They are already numb.
This is war, neither sacred nor just, and the only thing to consider is the path to victory.
The task of the wolf cavalry scattered into small groups is to wander in the hinterland of the human kingdom, creating more chaos and panic, involving the strength and energy of the other party, and although the methods are extremely bad, they have indeed done it.
Orcs are not beasts without limits. The villains who slaughter civilians make every strong person despise them from the bottom of their hearts. People worship the fearless knight who dares to charge the dragon, but they will never respect a person who kills civilians for fun. Butcher.
"Father, how many battles have you fought against humans this time? How many human generals have you killed?"
"No, I just slaughtered thousands of civilians."
As soon as he remembered that his children would ask himself after returning home, Akri, the leader of the wolf riding team, although he was a famous hero in the tribe, didn't know how to answer.
At this time, his keen sense of smell was still full of pungent blood, and dreaming that the child's questioning was his worst nightmare, he could feel the exhaustion in his heart.
In the concept of orcs, it is a supreme honor to die in battle with a strong enemy, but the massacre of the weak has no intention to show the weakness of the strong. Such warriors will be despised in the tribe, and even more so after death. Ares turned away.
"This is an order from the superiors, this is for our clan's long-cherished wish to return to our homeland, and this is for the righteousness of our clan!"
Justice, how many crimes are committed in your name! Behind the glossy banners stand often the executioners of sin.
He also knew that this was self-deception, but at least with such an excuse, he could continue to slaughter against his conscience.
"The team is getting more and more silent. It seems that we have to find a way to boost morale."
Only the most despicable villains would show off their "records" of massacring civilians. Judging from the frowning brows and stiff expressions of these cavalrymen, they probably haven't reached that stage yet.
But they still did it, and they did it without hesitation. After all, this is a war, a war of all evils, a beautiful war, a war that can make all evils clothed with sacred cloaks.
"Ouch!"
The wolf howls sounded in front of them, which was the reward of the Eagle Race orcs who were scout-riding. These three wolf howls undoubtedly showed that there was an enemy blocking the way, but they were not strong enough to charge directly.
And soon, across the forest. The "enemy" was right in front of him. It was a blond young man with snowflakes on his head. He looked quite young, but the two-handed giant sword in his hand was unusually eye-catching.
"Alas, it's another young man who is catching up alone, and he has no courage. It's a pity that he's about the same age as my Aikur..."
Looking at this young swordsman the age of his own child, Akeli paused for a second. Then, he gestured with his thumb across his neck, which was an instruction to kill the enemy.
"There were more young people in that village as big as Aikul, so, in order to have a bright future for Aikul, you should go with them... Strange, this sword looks familiar? I seem to have seen it there. "
There is no need for extra thoughts. Even if there is only one opponent, the wolf cavalry still puts on his best wave charge formation.
The strongest digital wolves were in charge of hand-to-hand combat. As the strongest, Akeli and others were preparing to raid on the second line. The nets and javelins behind them were already ready.
The powerful griffin knights are likely to be instantly killed by the wolf cavalry in a face-to-face. In the eyes of the cavalry, this young man is dead.
Facing the desperate attack of the wolf cavalry, the young man suddenly smiled, and the smile was full of cruel charm. This familiar smile reminded Akeli of the sword he had seen there.
"Oh! Isn't that the man on the statue in the town, the sword is out? It's the Juggernaut! ... That sword? Could it be the Roland holy sword? Paladin Roland?"
This was Akeli's last thought. The snow-white sword light flickered in the flying snow, and the flying sword energy began to kill people. It was just a chill on his neck. The wolf cavalry captain's angle of view tilted directly, sliding from the wolf's back to the snow. in the ground.
The last thing that caught my eye was the appearance of the silver-armored sword saint wielding his two-handed sword and slaughtering his cavalry one by one.
At this moment, the wolf cavalry's unrestrained appearance was like a powerless chicken encountering a butcher, no different from the evil deed he did in front of the statue half an hour ago.
"Is it really ironic that the murderer is always killed..."
In just one encounter, the hero of the Kara tribe lost his head. As a butcher, he no longer has to worry about how to go back and explain to his children.
"Blood for blood, go to hell!"
I don't know who was the first to shout this sentence, and soon, everything calmed down, but there were more headless corpses on the ground.
Yes, blood is paid for in blood, but where did it start? Does it start from this war, or from the war 20 years ago, or from the war more than 300 years ago? I am afraid, this is destined to be a confused account that will never be clear.
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After killing the last wolf cavalry, I was also a little tired, so I plunged my sword into the snow and rested on the battlefield.
While waiting for Erin Bella to clear up the fleeing stragglers, I thought of a few other things I could do.
He took out a sheepskin bag from the wolf cavalry’s arms. As expected, in addition to the supplies, there were also maps of nearby villages. The red crosses on the top just meant that the wolf cavalry had already been there, and I didn’t have to rush there. .
All I entered were corpses and blood, but I was inexplicably thirsty, so I opened the water bag left by the other party and took a hard sip. The sweet and boring inferior kumiss, inexplicably, vomited all of it.
"Bah, it's bitter and astringent, the same as it was back then."
While I was complaining, Heloise had already finished deciphering the route of the wolf cavalry squad, so my next destination had been determined.
"Blue Lake Village? I hope I can get to the front this time. I don't want to see such ruins again."
Recalling the tragic situation I saw in Anwen Village just now, I quickened my actions, quickly sorted out the battlefield, made sure that there was no information left behind, and jumped directly onto Erin Bella's saddle to chase down the next target.
This is already the twelfth wolf cavalry squad I got rid of in a week, and my companions are reporting their gains. I have gained little by acting alone, but compared to the rotten battle situation on the entire battlefield, I am afraid it is still a drop in the bucket. .
Everyone understands the truth of the dead lips. Once Sluwell is finished, the next unlucky country will definitely be the northern countries. Therefore, the heavy snow is only slightly weakened, and the reinforcements and assistance of the countries will be on their way.
We came the fastest, but I am afraid it is also the smallest in number. One hundred undead knights and three hundred rookie knights may not play any role in the main battlefield in units of ten thousand.
Taking into account the current situation of Donglan and the beast tide to be faced in winter, it has already surprised other countries to be able to send troops. I am the one leading the team, and I even shut up the unnecessary noises. Well, at least shut up in front of me. .
Of course, quantity is one thing, quality is another. My undead knights are reliable, and those rookies are the backbones selected from each new legion, and all they lack is experience.
For me personally, I really lacked interest in the main battlefield of An Toun. Reinforcements from other countries went to the main orc troops, but I turned my attention to these stragglers.
The orcs' division tactics have already worked. The lords all over the Sluwell Kingdom are busy wiping out the rangers in their territories, so they naturally ignore the request for help from the king's city, and those big lords who have a little spare time are caught by another three waves of orcs. The army was pinned down.
Light cavalry (not only wolf cavalry) hunting and containment is not an uncommon tactic, but coupled with the orc elite Xiao Gu troops, it is extremely effective at the tactical level and even more cruel.
For an ordinary village, it made no difference whether the attacker was a juggernaut or a bronze-ranked wolf cavalry. Anyway, it was the result of being slaughtered and exterminating the village.
Chasing and killing these Rangers is also a typical thankless task. They are too mobile and elusive. It is difficult to catch up without mentioning.
And before the main force of the orcs is annihilated, the fighting forces that are being assembled in various countries have no time to manage the small villages of other countries, but I intend to manage them.
"Don't worry about those nobles dying. Since we are here, if we can intervene and help, let's help."
I really have few people, but the individual strength of the undead knights is not low, and it is easy to face a wolf cavalry team alone, and the rookies are just starting to gain experience.
So, I simply disbanded the chapter, let it move freely in the form of one belt three group, and in turn hunted the ranger team.
However, it is unsurprising that such an action has actually gained a lot of popularity. After all, the nobles and the royal family who should have been responsible for the protection of the territory have done nothing, and my undead knight is the best symbol.
"The former king Roland brought his army to save the people of Lan. After ignoring His Majesty Roland's warning, the pseudo-king Feimer ignored the suffering of the people again, only cared about his own power and safety, and huddled in the capital. middle."
In a sense, the previous announcements of the Sluwell royal family are constantly showing what is called stupidity and death, but I, who "regardless of the past", have become more and more popular with the anti-hunting action, and the undead knights have begun to receive enthusiastic support. More energetic.
And then, a scene that surprised and even surprised everyone happened.
Seeing this situation, that Fimuel clearly warned me through the church that I should not take advantage of fire to buy people's hearts, even though Antoun's wartime was still very tight.
Obviously, in the eyes of that "Your Majesty", the army of orcs is just a foreign invader that will be expelled sooner or later, and my knights and I are indeed "ambitionists" who have a great plan.
At that time, I almost turned around and left, but then I thought about it, but I was enraged.
"Okay, if you say that I buy people's hearts, I'll really buy people's hearts. Knights, take out our battle flags and military emblems. We are the dignified and upright rescue reinforcements, so what is there to cover up?"
Of course, in a sense, I am very clear, the people are the people, and the royal family is the royal family, but more importantly, it is difficult to stop some things once they get involved. Is it because of that idiot of An Toun, I Watch those villagers die.
And when these news came out, the reputation of the Siluwell royal family plummeted. Every day, countless refugees choose to flee to Donglan, who would never choose it.
It is said that when I heard the news, that Fimer threw the colorful jade wine cup, which was a century-old heirloom of the royal family, and then regretted it very much, and was very sad. After learning this news, and in order to comfort him, I also sent him a message through the church. information.
"Rainbow jade wine glass? Isn't that a by-product of the glass I burned at the time? Don't worry, don't think it looks good, it's actually a glass, and it's not worth much at all. In fact, it's not a wine glass, it's just a little too failed to burn. The spittoon has also been filled with crickets... There should be a dark inscription made by Roland on the back of the cup, if it is not too broken, you can look for it."
Well, it is said that he really put it together, but this time more than one wine glass was thrown.