The sun is setting, and the golden sun is no longer hot. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe whole dingo village was silent, empty like a ruin, only the wind could be heard in the distance, and the black crows stopped on the treetops at the head of the village, creaking and croaking.

The old knight sat next to him leaning against a stone, panting with his blood-stained sword in his hand, watching Loren on the side busy cleaning up the traces left by the battle he had just left.

The dark red blood and the three messy corpses made the air around them seem to be filled with the smell of a battle just now. Loren, who was lying on the ground, took a lot of effort to break off the short-handled axe from the robber's hand, and carefully wiped off the blood stains on it—the blood would corrode the iron, which was a very crucial common sense for the wandering knight and his squire, who had little money.

There were only three robbers who came, which means that the other party was only here to scare and scare the villagers, and they had no intention of using force at all, and the remaining robbers must be hiding not far away - if these people did not go back, then the rest would not be scattered, and they would definitely come back to take revenge.

Having scavenged for the valuables, Loren stood up and glanced at the still empty villages around him—the battle was long over, and none of the villagers dared to come out...... Loren couldn't help but laugh and shook his head a little sarcastically.

These villagers are not hiding from the robbers, but from themselves. I'm worried that if I come out, I'll be implicated by the old knight and Loren. This ostrich-like childish idea is really stupid to a certain extent.

Could it be that after those robbers came to the door, they would let them go because they were "not implicated"?

"Bang!"

As Loren kicked the door open, the entire church was filled with screams and panicked sounds, and the panicked villagers crowded into a mass desperately trying to hide, pushing and shouting one after another.

It wasn't until the villagers saw that the man was the old knight's squire during the day that they stopped shouting. The village chief, who was pushed out by everyone, still had the same flattering look: "Those robbers, they, they are all ......"

"It's all going to hell. Loren said in a calm voice, but it still made the village chief shiver, and he was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

"But after the three people came, I guess there must be more than three of them, right?" continued Loren, "If this group does not return by night, the remaining robbers will definitely notice, so they must be exterminated overnight to avoid the disaster." ”

"Even, overnight?"

"Yes, otherwise you will have to prepare for their revenge, these people have no bottom line in doing things, even if they smashed churches and burned fields, it is not surprising. Loren looked at the villagers, "So my knight master and I need a guide and a few helpers to go with me, we can't deal with several robbers at the same time." ”

The village chief turned around a little embarrassed, and several of the villagers hiding behind him looked at each other, causing the corners of Loren's mouth to twitch slightly—he had thought of it from the beginning, shook his head, and turned to leave.

"Please, please wait a minute......"

Just as Loren was about to leave, a man in the church suddenly raised his right hand and walked out tremblingly.

........................ As the sky became darker, among the grassy mountain paths, the villagers with short axes cautiously walked forward a few steps, and only breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that there was no human figure.

"The robbers live up there, Lord Knight. Martin, who was walking in front, cautiously looked back at the old knight behind him, still looking frightened and scared to death: "If you go up further, you will bump into them!"

"That's just right. The old knight urged angrily, "Hurry up, it will be dark in a little while!" and then slammed his scabbard against his back.

Martin, who had almost fallen into the mud, swallowed his saliva and continued to walk forward with his neck bent, as if completely oblivious to the skeptical gaze from behind him.

Loren remembers very well that it was this guy named Martin who reminded him not to meddle. In the end, he was the only one who came with him - if he really didn't want to cause trouble, wouldn't it be better to hide away?

While Loren was still thinking, there seemed to be some movement in his ears, and he could vaguely feel that there seemed to be more than just those trees around: "Wait, there seems to be a buried ...... ahead"

Soon, the sudden sound of breaking the air interrupted Loren's words, and the wide-eyed attendant looked at the trembling arrow on the trunk of the tree in astonishment, if the other party had aimed at him just now, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

"The villain who sneaked up on the secret, come out for me!" Immediately reacted, the old knight roared angrily around, and slapped Martin who was scared next to him.

"If you don't want to die, give me back, old thing. A lazy voice came, and only then did Loren see a person squatting in a tree not far away: "It's none of your business here." ”

"Watch your words, pariahs, you're talking to a knight!" the angry old knight's beard shuddered: "I'm Sir Leonardo Turin, stand up and duel me!"

"Oh, I didn't know you were a knight. The robber squatting in the tree continued to tease: "Then can you ask this knight lord to raise his noble hand and give us poor countrymen a way to live?"

"I ......" The breathless old knight was about to continue scolding, but was interrupted by Martin, who was stunned on the side, and the guy who had just collapsed on the ground suddenly jumped up, and threw the axe in his hand to the ground in a panic, jumping around like a monkey.

"No, it wasn't me, it was these two guys, they killed those three people, I have nothing to do with them!" Martin raised his hand like crazy, and shouted desperately at the top of his voice: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm innocent!"

"Shut up, idiot!" the old knight wanted to slap him to death, but Martin still shouted as if he couldn't hear it anymore. Loren, who had been standing behind the whole time, inadvertently glanced at the robber in the tree, only to find that the other party had pressed the arrow to the bowstring.

"Get down!"

But it was still too late - Martin, who had been screaming just now, was shot in the chest, fell to the ground with a scream, and then stopped moving.

Loren looked at the fallen Martin in amazement, somewhat incredulous - could it be that his suspicions were all wrong, this guy was just an ordinary villager?

"That was just a warning, old thing. The robber on the tree snorted coldly: "Don't put up any knight lord's shelf, if you dare to say more than half a word, you will be able to pay for the lives of our dead brothers!"

As soon as he had finished speaking, Loren noticed movement in the shade of the trees around him, and one after another of robbers with bows and arrows and spears had come out—and as they approached, they were in fact surrounded.

The old knight was still calm, and looked at the robbers around him who didn't dare to come forward at all: "If you have the ability, don't hide behind the tree, stand up and fight me, or get out!"

The robbers around seemed to be a little frightened, and they took a few steps back, making the guy in the tree very faceless: "It's just an old man and a little cub, what's so terrible?

Leonardo Turin snorted softly, and his right hand touched the knight's sword hanging from his left waist, only to pounce - his own saber was gone!

"Are you looking for this, Lord Knight?" Martin, who had just been "hit by an arrow and fell to the ground", raised the long sword in his hand with a cruel smile, and looked at the stunned eyes that met his eyes: "Come, let me give it back to you!"

A sharp blade full of crumbles stabbed into the old knight's chest. Loren's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched as the tip of the sword pierced through the old knight's back, staining half of his face with the blood that spurted out.

"Bang!" suddenly came a blow from the back of his head, and before he could react, Loren felt that it was pitch black in front of him, and then lost his instincts.

"I was so kind to remind you, why don't you want to hear it?" Martin, the leader of the bandits, broke off the fake arrow from his body and kicked Loren who was lying on the ground.

"Take this kid with you - since that old thing is dead, let him and the little wizard be substitutes for us!"