The fears of these lawless barbarians, the panicked aristocrats, made them useful, yes, they enjoyed it.

They laughed wildly and spoke loudly in unintelligible language, but they could tell from their faces that they were happy and content. They base their happiness on killing and fear, and they hate the well-dressed, delicated, and clothed nobles who live countless times happier than they do.

Seeing that although they are brightly dressed, they are like prey with beautiful wings, and they naturally play the role of hunters.

But this killing game didn't last long, as an uninvited guest broke in and broke up the very pleasant hunt. With the Dragon's Breath Sword in hand and the attendants roaring like a mad herd of bison, Lugar rushed in and slashed at the ragged man with his weapon in hand.

The sudden attack stunned the barbarians who were sneaking up, after all, when they were killing themselves, they suddenly rushed out a group of bare-chested, drunken guys rushed over, and they had to be stunned for a moment to determine what these drunkards wanted to do.

But after such a moment's hesitation, something happened, and Luga roared and leaped to his feet, and pounced on the barbarian in front of him who was carrying an axe and did not know why. The left hand grabbed his face and pushed him down, and when the barbarian fell on his back, Luga's right sword was already aimed at the fellow's chest.

Suddenly, the corpses that were already stained with blood and covered with all kinds of corpses were now filled with a pool of blood and a reluctant corpse.

Didn't the barbarians think that the sober, heavily armed guards were defeated and scattered as birds and beasts. Without the guards, the drunkards are all in the vanguard?

How could the barbarians, who had always been dissatisfied with anyone, tolerate these drunken drunkards killing their own brothers at this time? They immediately beckoned to the others around them, and they gathered together to make a counter-charge towards the "drunk" in front of them.

This battle was fought in an orderly manner, and I saw hundreds of people on both sides fighting each other like hooligans in the market, and there was no so-called phalanx or dense formation at all. The wine is strong, what kind of training in the past and what instructors' teachings, it's all fucking fart!

When charging, it was already unstable, scattered, and at the moment of contact, it instantly dispersed like a plate of loose sand, all supported by their respective fighting abilities.

In the midst of the chaotic crowd, Luga felt that his body was not as soulful as usual.

"Damn wine, it's always so delayed when it's critical!" He couldn't stop cursing, although his consciousness was as clear as usual at this moment, but the effect of alcohol paralysis made him feel that his hands and feet were always so unable to listen to his own command.

Fortunately, the opponent opposite him didn't know his details, and although that guy was a barbarian, he was also a vigilant person, and the first choice in the face of Luga was to wait and see, rather than immediately go to hand-to-hand combat.

"Desperate guy." Lu Jia thought so, slowly, let himself feel a little calm, and the sword in his hand was even more stable, so that he could not help trembling and couldn't hold it.

Feeling that he was almost there, Luga raised his sword and lunged forward. The barbarian had waited for this moment, and he leaned down, raised the axe in his hand, and stared at Lugar as he got closer.

"Boom!"

At this time, Luga only felt a black shadow flash and slammed his opponent away, and the guy didn't even have a chance to shout out, just being knocked away by this unstoppable force in such a daze.

Luga stared at him with drunken eyes and looked closely, it turned out to be another barbarian, and at this time he only felt a big hand on his shoulder, and Luga turned around in a daze, and saw Andrew.

Andrew laughed and said, "What's the matter, Luga, did the delicious red wine make you lose your way?" ”

As he spoke, Andrew pushed Luga away, turned around to look for the next opponent, and then continued: "Since you can't fight, don't be in front of this." Oh, you guy, look at me! ”

He must have been drunk, and he staggered to walk, and his boldness was even more astonishing, and now there were only Luga and them in the whole square. Seeing Andrew's appearance, Luga naturally refused to show weakness easily, he hurried up, and stood side by side with Andrew, working together to fight back against any barbarian who dared to attack them.

The scuffle began, and the corpses on the ground increased one by one, until the last barbarian, unwilling to flee, fell in a pool of blood, and the confusion and screaming ceased at this moment.

A burst of vigorous exercise made Lu Jia sweat a lot, and the accelerated metabolism and the pungent smell of blood made him quickly sober up, except for a dull pain in his head, he had no change from his normal state.

The rest of the barbarians, seeing the heavy casualties of their companions, also lost their fighting spirit, and like panicked wild birds, they climbed over the wall and the door from the place where they appeared, and tried by all means to escape.

"Stop chasing! Stop chasing! "I saw that my soldiers were still chasing! Luga panted and stopped them.

"Strange, Luga!" Andrew also gasped and said: "How could they, how could it be that at this time, this is in the city, how did they escape the layers of guards and break in, so many people." ”

"There's only one possibility!" Malenius came over and said to Luga and Andrew, "Someone must have deliberately put them in, and this man's power is not small!" ”

This has been said very clearly, and all the evidence now points to this Duke Andrés of the garrison of Talaco, but such doubts arise again, so what is the psychology that chose to assign so many barbarians to rush in and massacre the local nobles?

"It doesn't make sense!" Luga wondered: "We have just arrived, and we have done a very excessive thing, but this will not kill the ambush in the square of the Governor's Palace, but should be deployed inside the Governor's Palace, the most suspicious thing is what is the motive of these barbarians?" ”

"Maybe it's a conflict between the nobles, and then they want to take the hands of the barbarians and deal with those who disagree with their own political views." Andrew continued: "Really, I've heard that the nobles do this a lot. ”

"There are not many of them, it seems that they are deliberately ambushed here!" Marenius added: "It may not have come for us. ”

Luga ignored their unprovoked speculations, and searched one by one for the corpses of the dead barbarians on the land, to see if there were any worthwhile clues.

The barbarians were poor, or they didn't carry anything with them before they set out, except for the weapons in their hands. Here, Luga found a certain semi-circular iron helmet with several bird feathers crossed on it on his forehead.

"What is this?" Luga looked the helmet up and down, making sure it was the barbarians who had sneaked up on it.

"Suebi people!" Andrés's voice sounded coldly from behind him, and Luga turned his head to see Andrés walking briskly, he came to Luga's side, looked at the helmet again, and said in an affirmative tone: "This is the helmet of the Suebi, yes, and only they like to decorate the top of their heads with bird feathers." ”