However, this birthday is destined to be unforgettable for a lifetime, on the day of his birthday, someone came with a letter from home, and there were only a few words in the letter, but it made him feel like he was hit by five thunderbolts.

Renard sat in the courtyard, and he had been in this position for hours.

The embarrassed Wilson ate Hesse in the house, wiping tears from his eyes as he ate: "You don't know that the barren land has been in chaos now, especially Fort St. Brieux, which has completely become the territory of the devil. ”

He poured two sips of the liquor and continued: "If it hadn't been for Mr. Bennett and Mr. Taylor's timely action that day, I'm afraid that all the men, women and children of Fort St. Brieux would not have been able to escape, and the demons would be overwhelming......"

Time goes back six months, Arthur's Kingdom, the Barrens, and Fort St. Brieuc.

Under the low walls, fierce battles were going on, and near the walls were peasants with rudimentary weapons, and guards wearing chain mail and holding shields and long swords scattered among the peasants, forming a support point in formation.

The enemies were natives armed with sticks and stones, including goblins, goblins, kobolds, and a small number of bear goblins and ogres, and although the enemies were all rabble, they were barely able to stand up to the farmers and regular armies by virtue of their numerical superiority.

However, after two days of stalemate, most of the natives began to think about how to escape, because they were really hungry and cold.

Baron Hammidon rode at the head of the procession and said to Wilson in disgust, "Damn the native bandits, which boring god created them?" ”

At the end of autumn, the foul-smelling natives often came to Fort Saint-Brieux to raid, which was normal, and as the lord of the place, he had long been accustomed to it.

However, this year is a little special, because there are so many natives who come to rob, there are tens of thousands of people.

Why don't these natives honestly stay near the Ambrizette Mountains, and all run to their own territory to do something?

Baron Hammidon couldn't figure it out, so he could only curse the damned Creator in secret.

Just as he was thinking, the natives with clubs pounced on them in droves again, and many of the peasants, with timid expressions, began to slowly retreat, completely destroying the already scattered formation.

Fortunately, the guards planted in it reacted in time to stop the momentum of the natives' attack.

Baron Hammidon led several cavalry behind him to charge left and right, picking out the stronger existence among the natives, such as bear goblins and ogres.

Fierce fighting resumed with casualties on both sides.

However, the human side has advanced weapons and equipment, and the average strength is also higher than that of the natives, so the final result of the battle is still that the natives are defeated after leaving hundreds of corpses.

Seeing this, Baron Hammidon shouted angrily, "Damn bastards, get back quickly, this is not the place for you." ”

After speaking, he was about to take people back with a cruel smile, and just as he turned around, several cold arrows suddenly shot out from the dense forest not far away.

Baron Hammidon hurriedly dodged, but the war horse under his crotch neighed and fell to the ground and died completely: "Who!"

He looked in the direction of the grass in disbelief, and several figures were fleeting.

Bennett had already reacted and chased directly after the sneak attacker, he was a legendary warrior, and it was very easy to chase a few guys who could only plot people.

However, when he returned, his face became unusually ugly, and he dragged the corpse of an assailant in his hand, which was unusually large in frame and very slender in limbs.

Demon Shooter!

Seeing the corpse clearly, Baron Hammidon's mind suddenly buzzed, and he could barely feel the temperature of his body.

After a while, he said with difficulty, "They're back again?"

As he spoke, he looked in the direction of the Ambrizet Mountains, and his heart was full of bitterness: no wonder the natives would run out, it turned out that the demons had returned.

How similar this scene is to more than 20 years ago, why didn't I remember it, did I not want to believe this reason?

Baron Hammidon staggered to his feet, and said wearily, "Let the peasants go back, and the others will come with me to the castle." ”

In the sixty-third year of the founding of the Kingdom of Arthur, the demon that had disappeared for more than twenty years returned.

The demon army swept through the barren land, countless villages and towns were breached by the demons, and all the people inside were slaughtered, including the weak Fort Saint-Brieuh.

Thankfully, the population of Fort Saint-Brieux is small, but there are quite a few masters.

Bennett and Taylor are legendary warriors, Hammilton has reached the level of promotion to legendary, Sir Howard and Wales are beginner martial artists, plus a large number of mid-to-high-level martial artists, they escorted most of the townspeople out of Fort St. Brieu.

Needless to say, they settled on the northern edge of the Barrens, awaiting reinforcements from the kingdom and orders from the king.

They were also followed by a number of displaced people, who, with the encouragement of Baron Hamilton, began to build improvised refugee camps to house the displaced and defend against possible attacks.

After living in peace for half a month, just as the refugee camp was about to be completed, the demonic army came again.

A bloody battle ensued, with Baron Earl Hammitown seriously wounded, others wounded to a greater or lesser extent, and the newly assembled homeless fled to death, leaving only a few hundred men left.

If it weren't for the swift rescue of the cavalry of the City of Plenty, I'm afraid this refugee camp would have been eaten by demons.

Wilson touched the grease stains on the corner of his mouth, looked at Renard outside the window, and said: "Mr. Bennett arranged for me to take the young master back, he said that although Fort Saint-Brieux is gone, the title is still there, and as long as the young master goes back, he will be able to rebuild his home one day." ”

Saying this, he showed a little hesitation on his face: "However, I think the young master is doing well here." ”

It's better than that, it's a paradise compared to the backcountry of Fort Saint-Brieu, and everyone who comes here wants to settle down, and who wants to leave.

At this moment, Renard is also struggling with this matter, he is in the Constantinople Empire, power and money come and go as soon as he is called, does he need to suffer in that bitter place in the barren land?

However, if he did not go back, his conscience was very disturbed.

After all, it is the hometown of scum, and now that Baron Hammidon's life and death are unknown, Bennett is looking forward to it, can he really stand by and watch?

After a long time, he got up and returned to the living room, looking at the crowd and smiling bitterly.

Earl Matthew's villa is spacious enough to accommodate a lot of people.

The three of Ford are here, Julia and Ariel are also here, Princess Alice is also here, Betty and Connie, everyone who has anything to do with him are here to celebrate his birthday today.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he made the biggest decision of his life: "I want to go back to Fort Saint-Brieux to rebuild my home." ”

No one spoke to stop them, and everyone chose to support them.

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