Chapter 2: Robber in the Wild Dog Village

The sun was setting and the golden sunlight was no longer hot in the day. The whole wild dog village was silent, empty like a ruin, and only the sound of wind in the distance could be heard. The black crow stopped on the treetop of the village and squeaked strangely.
The old knight leaned against a stone and sat next to him, breathing heavily with a blood-stained long sword, watching Loren busy aside to clean up the traces left after the battle.
Dark red blood and three messy corpses make the surrounding air seem to be filled with the breath of just fighting. Loren lying on the ground took a lot of effort to break the short-handed axe in the hands of the robber and carefully wipe off the blood on it-blood water will corrode the iron. For the wandering knight and his servants who have little money, this It is a very common sense.
There were only three robbers coming, indicating that the other party was only to frighten the villagers and did not intend to use force at all, and the remaining robbers must have been hiding a short distance away-if these people did not go back, the rest would not be scattered as birds and beasts, I will definitely return to revenge.
Searching for valuable things, some breathless Loren stood up and glanced at the still empty villages around him—the battle was long over, and now the villagers have not even dared to come out ... Loren couldn't help laughing, and shook his head sarcastically.
The villagers are not hiding robbers, but hiding themselves. Worried that if it came out, the old knight and Loren would be implicated. This ostrich-like childish idea is really stupid to a certain level.
Does the robbers let them go because they are "not involved" after they come to the door?
"boom--!"
As Loren kicked the door, the whole church was filled with screams and panic sounds. The panicked villagers crowded together and tried to hide, pushing and shouting one after another.
Until the villagers could see clearly that the servant of the old knight during the day, he stopped yelling. The village chief who was shoved out by the crowd was still the kind of flattering face: "Those robbers, they, they all ..."
"All have gone to hell." Loren said quietly, but still made the village head tremble for a while, so scared that he could not speak.
"But after the three people came, I guess there must be more than three people in this group of robbers, right?" Loren continued: "If the group of people hasn't returned at night, the remaining robbers will definitely be aware, so they have to stay overnight Only by annihilating them can they be free from scourge. "
"Continuous, continuous night?"
"Yes, otherwise you will be ready to meet their revenge. These people have no bottom line in doing things, just smashing the church and burning the fields. It's no surprise." Loren looked at the villagers: "So I I need a guide with my knight master, plus a few helpers to go with me, we can't deal with several robbers at the same time. "
The village head turned around a little embarrassedly, and the villagers hiding behind him looked at each other, letting Loren's mouth flick slightly-he thought it would become like this from the beginning, shook his head, and turned away go with.
"Please, please wait ..."
Just as Loren was about to leave, someone in the church suddenly raised his right hand and walked out tremblingly.
…………………… As the sky became darker, among the grassy mountain trails, the villagers with a short axe carefully walked forward a few steps, only to feel relieved after seeing no figure.
"Those robbers live here, Master Knight." Martin, who was walking in front, looked back carefully at the old knight behind him. It was still a terrified, terrified look: "If you go up again, you will encounter them. La!"
"That's just right." The old knight urged angrily: "Come on, it will be darker in a while!" Then he pushed his back hard with his sword sheath.
Almost fell into a bite, and Martin swallowed and swallowed, shrinking his neck and continuing to walk forward, as if he hadn't noticed the suspicion from the beginning to the end.
Lorren remembered clearly, it was this guy named Martin who reminded himself not to be busy. In the end, he was the only one who followed—if he really did n’t want to cause trouble, would n’t it be better to hide far away?
While Loren was still thinking, there seemed to be some movement coming from his ear, vaguely making him feel that there were not only those trees around him: "Wait, there seems to be buried in front ..."
Soon, the sudden sound of breaking the sky interrupted Loren, and the wide-eyed attendant looked at the trembling arrow on the tree trunk in amazement. If the opponent was aiming at himself just now, I am afraid he would have died.
"The secretly attacked villain, come out for me!" Immediately the old knight roared around and slammed down the frightened Martin beside him.
"Give me back if you don't want to die, old stuff." A lazy voice came, when Loren only saw a man squatting on the tree not far away: "There is nothing about you here."
"Pay attention to your words, untouchables, you are talking to a knight!" The angry old knight's beard shuddered: "I am Sir Leonardo Turin, stand up and fight with me!"
"Oh, I don't know if you are actually a knight master." The robber squatting on the tree continued to ridicule: "Can this knight knight be raised up and give us these poor countrymen a way of life?"
"I ..." The breathless old knight just wanted to scold a few more words, but was interrupted by the frightened Martin, and the guy who had just collapsed on the ground suddenly jumped and panicked. The axe in the panicked hand was thrown to the ground, and the monkey bounced around.
"No, I didn't do it. It was these two guys. They killed the three people. I have nothing to do with them!" Martin raised his hand like crazy, shouting desperately with his throat: "Don't Kill me, don't kill me, I'm innocent! "
"Shut up, idiot!" The old knight wished he had just slapped him directly, but Martin still seemed to yell as if he could no longer hear him. Loren, who was standing in the back all the time, inadvertently glanced at the robber in the tree, but found that the other party had already pressed the arrow to the bowstring.
"Get down!"
But it was still too late-Martin, who was still shouting, had an arrow in his chest, screamed and fell to the ground, and then there was no movement.
Lorren looked at Martin with some consternation. It was somewhat unbelievable-could it be said that his suspicions were all wrong, this guy is just an ordinary villager?
"It was just a warning, old things." The robber in the tree snorted coldly: "Don't put that knight's shelf anymore. UU reads www.uukaanshu.com and dare to say a few more words, just Let you compensate our dead brother! "
When his words fell, Loren noticed that there was movement in the surrounding trees, and the robbers holding bows and spears came out one by one-as they approached here, they were actually surrounded.
The old knight was still calm and comfortable, and looked at the robbers who didn't dare to go forward with disdain: "Don't hide behind the tree if you have the ability, stand up and fight with me, or you will get away!"
The robbers around seemed a little scared, and they stepped back a few steps, leaving the guy in the tree very faceless: "It's an old man and a little boy, what is terrible? Give me up to replace the dead brothers revenge!"
Leonardo Turin snorted and touched the knight's sword hanging on his left waist with his right hand, but in the end he emptied his sword.
"Are you looking for this, Master Knight?" Martin Roger, who had just returned to the middle of the arrow, smiled and raised the long sword in his hand, looking at his amazed eyes opposite his eyes: "Come on, let me give you back! "
The sharp blade full of collapses penetrated the old knight's chest. Loren, who also had wide-eyed eyes, watched incredulously as the blade of the sword pierced through the back of the old knight, and the blood spewed out of his blood stained half of his face.
"Bang--!" Suddenly came a heavy blow behind his head, and before he responded, Loren felt the darkness in front of him, and then lost his intuition.
"I clearly reminded you so kindly, why are you reluctant to listen?" Martin, the robber leader, carelessly broke off his false arrows and kicked Loren lying on the ground.
"Take this guy-since that old thing is dead, let him and that little wizard be our survivors!"