"Mom, I'm afraid!"

In the leaky cabin, the little boy hugged his mother with fear on his face, his body trembling, he could hear the shouts of slaughter outside, and he knew that the damned orcs were attacking their village again.

When winter came, the greedy, ugly and savage orcs swept the human borders like locusts in order to save food for the winter, bypassing the fortresses and attacking the villages scattered around the human cities, and his village became one of the targets of the orcs' raids.

But fortunately, because the war between humans and orcs has gone through many springs and autumns, humans have accumulated rich experience in dealing with orcs, so even a small village has a village four or five meters high.

"Ann, don't be afraid, Daddy will protect us, don't worry! Father is the best hunter in the village, and his arrows are terrifying even for orcs. ”

The young woman held her child and comforted her softly, even though her heart was full of fear at the moment, but she had to remain calm in front of her child, and she must not pass it on to her own child.

"God, please save us, please lower your wrath and punish these vile orcs!"

The young woman prayed silently in her heart to the god of war sacrificed in the village, although reason told her that such prayers had little effect, how could a high god answer the prayer of a lowly ant?

As she had expected, no matter how much she prayed, no miracle came, and the voice that had echoed in her childhood nightmare rang in her ears again, the sound of a heavy object collapsing—their village had been breached, not holding back the hungry orcs, and with the sound of the wooden village collapsing, the young woman's long-feared roar echoed in her ears again.

Hearing these voices, the young woman trembled, the village was breached, so what was the result of those hunters and young men who guarded the existence?

Thinking of this, endless sorrow filled the woman's mind, but she did not have much time to grieve, for the orcs were already approaching, and her child had not yet been hidden.

"Ann, don't make any noise, hide inside. The young woman clenched her hunting knife in her hand, picked up her young child, went to the corner of the house, lifted the door panel of the entrance to the basement, which was very hidden, and stuffed it in.

"Mom, come back in with me. The little boy, who was only seven years old, listened to the roar of the orcs in his ears and the cries and wails of the villagers, and his eyes showed a very obvious look of fear, but as soon as he was stuffed into the basement by his mother, he tugged at his mother's robe tightly, and wanted her to follow him in.

"Ann, this place is enough to hide alone, and Mom goes to hide somewhere else. ”

"Don't lie to me. Ann's voice cried, he knew what his mother wanted to do.

The orcs who have become mortal enemies of humans, they are an intelligent race, not ignorant and stupid beasts, they know how to search for prey, and an empty house with no one else will obviously attract the alarm and attention of those orcs.

They will use their sense of smell and intelligence to find humans, if they simply hide, it will not help, and there are not a few humans who are caught and eaten as food every year because they fail to play with orcs.

So if Ann and his mother just hid in the cellar like this, then they had a 90% chance of being found and caught by the orcs, but if one of them ran out to attract the orc's attention, then the other would have more than half the chance of hiding and surviving.

"Be obedient and hide obediently," the young woman glanced at her child, then shoved the sharp hunting knife into his hand, "take this knife, remember, it was given to me by my father, and if I die, I will live well, and I will use this knife to avenge us." ”

After saying that, the girl pushed him directly into the basement with a force that a child could not resist, and then sealed the wooden plank fiercely, in such a cruel world, even a seemingly weak woman could take a wood knife and a wooden spear to hunt wild beasts.

After hiding her child, the young woman picked up the farm tool that she used to hoe the field, and then showed the fear in her heart completely on her face, her child was already hiding, and she no longer had to pretend to be strong.

Looking around the room, the young woman hurriedly put away all the clothes of some of the children in the room, just when the young woman had just arranged everything,

There was a sound of wooden planks cracking, and the door of the cabin was kicked open, and then under the gaze of the young woman, a burly orc that looked blue and black in the firelight appeared in her eyes.

With the appearance of this orc, a fishy and unpleasant smell of sweat poured in, making the young woman want to gag, but the young woman did not make any unnecessary moves, just held the farm tool used to hoe the grass in her hand, and then rushed forward, the hatred in her eyes was not concealed at all.

"Human, female. Hey!" Seeing this young human female attacking herself, she didn't know how many days she hadn't taken a bath, and the stinky orc laughed.

She slapped the weapon off the young woman's hand, and then grabbed the young woman like a chicken, and walked towards the room......

As the two of them approached the room, the woman's white face turned purple, and even then, she struggled frantically, as the orc's eyes looked at her with a terrible look, and the sound of tearing the cloth rang out.

"Filthy orcs, don't touch me. The woman's screams and anger rang out.

"Weak and powerless, it's better to lie down for me obediently. The orc's rugged voice rang out.

The sound of the cloth being torn apart one after another deeply irritated a young boy hiding in the cellar.

"Bang!" the plank slammed, and an angry voice rang out, "Don't touch my mother." ”

"Haha, it turns out that there is a small one hidden here. The orc, who was ready to vent his long-held desire, stopped his movements and looked at the wooden planks in the corner of the room that were constantly beating from the impact.

"Ann, what a silly boy. Seeing that she was screaming and trying to rush out to save her child, tears of despair flowed from the corners of the young woman's eyes.

"Show me what kind of little guy it is. Glancing at the weeping young woman, the orc walked to the entrance of the cellar and lifted it open, and suddenly he saw a little brown-haired boy brandishing a hunting knife at him.

"Courage is commendable, but I don't know whether to live or die. The orc twisted off the little boy's palm, shook off his hunting knife, and then lifted him up, looking at this white and tender little boy, the orc actually left saliva in the corner of his mouth, "I don't know how it tastes?"

"Let go of my child. A scythe slashed into the orc's shoulder, and the ragged young woman was inspired to protect the calf, but was stuck by the orc's strong muscles, and only cut into a shallow layer, leaving a few drops of blood.

"Poor human, don't be in a hurry, it's your turn soon. The orc drew his scythe, tossed it aside, and then looked at Young Ann, who was now hungry and ready to eat.

Shout!

But just as he opened his mouth to bite the young man, a three-meter-long riding spear suddenly shot out of the door, instantly piercing the chest of this filthy orc, and the fighting spirit carried by the riding spear also collapsed the dilapidated log cabin.

The boy with a broken arm fell to the ground, staring at everything outside in a daze, and he saw a group of knights on war horses frantically slaughtering the orcs who were burning and looting in their villages, and under the slaughter of these powerful knights, these orcs were like hares that he had killed casually.

At this moment, the young man Ann noticed a knight walking towards him with no weapon in his hand, just a large sword on his back, and he did not have the same riding spear in his hand as the other knights.

"Not bad, boy. The Bronze Horseman walked in and saw the boy sitting on the ground, not crying or making trouble, just looking at himself, and couldn't help but praise him, not all little children can still not cry or make trouble when their arms are broken.

"Is it a brave man?" looked at the knight riding a tall horse and wearing heavy bronze armor, the young man asked in a daze.

"Brave?" Hearing the young man's question, the knight couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his face armor, and then laughed, "I'm not the brave man in the legends I heard, I'm just a nameless knight who chases interests and is covered in copper stench." ”

"But ......"

"Boy, I'm not afraid to tell us who we are, we're just a slave hunter, and my mother has now become my slave, be obedient to me, be honest. ”

The knight interrupted the boy with a sneer, and then just as he turned to leave, he saw the boy's bleeding arm, and then threw out a bottle of potion.

"Drink it, this can heal the wound. ”

Looking at the young man's increasingly adoring eyes, the Bronze Horseman added, "Boy, don't let me help, I'm just trying to make myself more profitable, only able-bodied slaves can be sold for a good price." ”

"What a slave trader, obviously like the brave man in the story. The young man muttered that only the legendary kind of stupid knight would throw his main weapon to save people in the middle of the battle,

"This is obviously a primary life potion, thirty gold coins, you can buy more than a hundred children like me, do you treat me as a little kid who doesn't know anything?"