On the square of Yake Village, the old village chief Hank twisted his beard while directing many villagers, "Marlowe, don't pile those timbers here, they will get damp, Pylos, everyone is working, don't think I didn't see you lazy and napping!"

A chubby little chubby man and a fierce spirit crawled up from the shadows of a wooden house, and before he could stand firmly, he staggered forward a few steps, and happened to collide with a person, and sat down on the ground.

"Oh, who's that!" said the little chubby Pierlos with a grinning roar as his buttocks hurt.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I took too many things, I didn't see you, but I look like you haven't woken up yet, are you lazy where to take a nap, and the village chief saw it. ”

When the little fat dun heard the words of the village chief, he suddenly sobered up most of the time, he was not afraid of anyone on weekdays, but only two people, one was the old village chief Hank, and the other was Ron. He rubbed his eyes and looked at it, and immediately jumped up from the ground, and without even bothering to pat the dust, he ran and shouted, "Come on, everyone, Ron is back." Hey, come on, Ron is back. ”

Ron had a lot of things in his hands, carrying a huge iron thistle porcupine on his back, and two huge burlap bags in each of his hands blocking the view on both sides, otherwise he wouldn't have avoided the little fat Dun Pylos.

The village was not big, and after a while, the voice of the little fat dun spread from the head of the village to the end of the village. Many villagers put down their work and gathered around.

Everyone gathered firewood and the flame was high, and Ron didn't expect that in only three days, all the other materials he needed had been collected.

As he spoke, the old village chief also came to Ron's side, "Ron, the things you want are not easy to get, and they are very expensive, I hollowed out those old bottoms, and I will get you these two pieces." ”

Hank, the old village chief, trembled and took out a wooden box from his pocket and held it in his palms for fear of falling to the ground.

"Don't worry, old village chief, I won't let you down. Ron put everything down and solemnly reached out to take the wooden box.

He opened the box, and inside the box were two egg-sized stones, both of which were pale red in color and had a pitted surface that looked a little ugly.

What he asked the village chief to prepare was the beast core, which was originally intended to be used to set up the village's defensive circle, and the other to create a magic staff. Unexpectedly, this time when he entered the mountain, he also harvested a beast core, so he could do more things in the future.

It was already noon when Ron had arranged what the villagers needed to do next, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when he turned around, he saw a familiar figure, the beard on his face so kind.

"I'm hungry, I've cooked noodles for you, go eat them. "Lao Luo still has a bandage on his head, but his spirit is obviously much better than a few days ago.

Ron smiled and nodded vigorously, a simple sentence, but it filled his heart with warmth.

After lunch, Ron came to the square alone, it was late autumn, and the afternoon sun always made people lazy and couldn't lift their spirits, but Ron didn't have time to be idle at this time.

His purpose was not simply to deal with the bandits this time, but to hope that the village would have a certain amount of self-preservation in the future. But it would be unrealistic to say that the village should be built into an impregnable fortress, after all, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice.

He dug up a corner of the square, threw the two red beast cores that the village chief had given him just now, and took out all kinds of messy materials prepared by the villagers, threw them all into it, and then rebuilt it with soil. After doing all this, he crouched in that corner, constantly carving something on the ground.

Ron squatted for a whole afternoon, and as he portrayed, all kinds of strange symbols continued to penetrate the earth, and with each symbol, the ground would suddenly glow with a red glow.

After nightfall, Ron returned to the house and did not rest, but took out the pigskins, dipped his pen in the liquid made from a mixture of snake gall and bear blood, and wrote the intricate symbols on the pigskins.

His movements are slow, each stroke takes a long time, and he usually stops for a moment to rest and wipe the sweat from his forehead when he completes a complete symbol.

In this way, half a month passed in a flash, during this time, Ron squatted in some inconspicuous corners of the village every day, constantly carved magic circles on the ground, returned to the house at night to carve runes with his heart, and spent the rest of the time in meditation.

When a ray of morning sunlight shone into the humble hut, Ron finally finished making the last rune, stretched his hands, stretched hard, and exhaled softly.

"I didn't expect this gang of bandits to be quite enduring, and they didn't come to retaliate for half a month. It seems that I can't even try the power of the magic circle. Ron cleaned up the table and was about to get up when he heard a panicked shouting outside.

"Oh no, no, no. The bandits from last time, the bandits, are in the village again. Pylos slammed Ron's door open, stumbling and shouting as he ran.

There was a glint in Ron's eyes, it was really sleepy that someone would bring the pillow. I have been busy for half a month, and I just happened to test the water with these bandits. He slapped the little chubby dun on the ass and said, "Don't be afraid, let's go, let's go and give those guys who don't have long eyes some color." ”

"But, there are a lot of them here this time. Little Chubby's eyes were shining with tears, and he didn't know if it was because Ron's ass hurt from the slap just now, or because he was frightened by the vicious bandits outside.

Ron smiled and pushed the door directly and walked out, are there many people? Just kidding, the millions of undead troops in the demon world back then couldn't shake the magic circle he depicted, even if the original magic circle was simplified to the extreme, it was not something that a few unpopular bandits could easily provoke.

Because his home was still being rebuilt, Ron had been living in a small storehouse near the entrance of the village during this time, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw a large number of bandits, who were walking towards the village, led by the blonde thief Demeco, who had been taken away by the knight at that time.

On the left and right sides of Demeko there were two menacing bandits, one with a huge bald head, and the figure was the same as that of the little chubby Dun Pillos, round and ball-like. The other man had sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, a mohican hairstyle, and a dagger in his hand.

Behind these three people are indeed followed by a lot of people, black and oppressive, not to mention there are more than thirty bandits, such a battle in Ron's opinion, against a remote mountain village, it is not a strong force, but unfortunately, today's Yake Village is not what it used to be, not half a month ago can be compared.