"William, why hasn't the godmother sent out the attack code for so long?" Armed with a short-handled tomahawk and hiding behind the bushes, John knelt on one leg beside William Parr and whispered a little anxiously.

"I don't know, maybe Your Excellency hasn't dealt with the hidden longbowmen yet." William, who was also kneeling on one leg on the ground, craned his neck slightly, raised his gaze above the bushes, and looked up at Isabel standing on a tree branch in the upper right above his head.

At this moment, he saw his female commander draw her bow and shoot the first arrow quickly. As he looked hopefully and terrified in the direction in which the arrow had flew, he did not notice anything falling from the mid-air of the branches. It wasn't until he saw Isabel shoot a third arrow that he noticed a dark shadow falling from a tree branch.

Just as he wondered that Isabel had only hit the target for the third time, the left eye caught a glimpse of the door of a hut on the left side of the camp, to the east of the camp, suddenly open. "Damn, Your Excellency was discovered?!" William hurriedly squatted up, turned his head and said something to John beside him.

"Discovered? Who saw the godmother, and where is the person? John was anxious to tear off the bushes in front of him, wanting to see with his own eyes, and he was ready to rush out and cut off the thief's head with an axe when he called for help.

Yawning, with his eyes slightly closed, he was about to turn around and walk towards the woods behind the hut, when the thief dressed as a peasant suddenly heard something strange in the bushes on his right. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he looked hard at the bushes, "What sound?" Is it a fox, or a wolf? Could it be a bear? ”

The thought of the bear's unusually terrifying human appearance and sharp claws made the farmer feel a little frightened. Out of recognition of his identity and the gang he joined, he had no intention of retreating. However, he did not dare to walk towards the bushes that made strange noises, but he plucked up the courage to cry out, "Who is it?" ”

"Bastard, this guy sees us." John, who was carrying a short-handled battle axe, couldn't tell for a moment whether the other party had really discovered him, or if he had deliberately made a bluff, pushed through the bushes and planned to rush out and cut the other party.

However, as soon as he rushed out, an arrow flew at high speed and pierced the peasant-like thief's neck diagonally from top to bottom, knocking him to the ground. At the same time as he fell to the ground, John had already rushed out from behind the bushes, and after glancing at the dead thieves in the afterglow of the campfire, he looked up in Isabel's direction.

"Goo...!" Isabel took advantage of the situation and sent a secret signal to John on the ground.

"William, quick!" John, hearing her signal from mid-air, turned his head and waved his arm at his companion in the bushes.

A large force behind the bushes and four guards on the east and west sides immediately poured into the camp and began the assassination of every hut in the camp in accordance with Isabel's previous battle plan. At this time, Isabel did not come down from the branches to the ground. She felt that she was in a position with a good view of the camp, just in time to use her longbow and dozens of arrows to snipe at the lone thief.

Matthew Bissell, the leader of the whole camp and all the centaurs, sat up from his bed half-asleep, for the pain in his lower abdomen required him to go to the woods outside the hut. When he opened the door barefoot, he turned his head to look at Edmund, who was living in the same hut with him, and walked out without saying a word.

At this moment, he seemed to see several men with "ghost" faces and daggers coming out of the huts on the right. Standing in place, he looked at the other party a little blankly, and the other party also stared at him without saying a word. Rubbing his eyes, he suddenly realized that these men who didn't speak but held sharp blades were not his subordinates, and opened his mouth to scold: "Muddy bastard...!" ”

Before he could finish his words or react in resistance, Isabel's cold arrow struck again, "Poof...!" An arrow feather, still trembling, stabbed him in the left chest in an instant. Matthew looked down in disbelief at the arrow in his chest, and when he looked up again, the second arrow flew towards him at high speed.

Isabel didn't give him a chance to call, and a second arrow hit him in the throat. Two heavy arrows that hit Matthew in the heart and throat ended his life on the spot, and perhaps such a death was more pleasant than the death penalty. At the very least, it would be better for him to die as the leader of a gang of thieves than to have his head cut off by the executioners as a felon.

Remembering the need to find someone to replace the longbowmen, Edmund, who lived in the same hut, woke up from his sleep. Turning his head to look at the empty bed next to him, "Where did Matthew go?" Well, probably went to pee. ”

When he looked at the door, he saw that the door was wide open, and there was a man lying in the open space outside the door, and that person had two arrows stuck in his body. Edmund jumped out of bed in amazement and took a few steps forward to take a closer look, almost crying out, "My God, Matthew! ”

Looking at Matthew, who had been dead for an unknown amount of time, Edmund immediately realized that everyone in the camp, including himself, was facing an imminent catastrophe. The catastrophe must have been triggered by a magistrate leading the security army to attack the camp, and everyone was either arrested or killed.

Hiding in the darkness on the side of the door and observing the camp outside the door, mysterious men armed with swords or daggers were constantly seen entering and leaving the hut. The strong smell of blood that filled the air, the moans and muffled screams that came from time to time, made him shiver involuntarily.

He began to be terrified, fearing that he would be caught by someone sent by the magistrate and taken before the magistrate's court to be tried by him. When he heard the screams from time to time, he feared that he would be mercilessly killed in the camp for violently resisting the law. Looking at the camp that was slaughtered by blood, he muttered to himself, "It's better to escape from this purgatory-like place as soon as no one finds out." ”

"Matthew is dead anyway, and no one will care about him."

"That's it, it's more important than anything to survive."

Having made up his mind, Edmund peeked out the door for a few moments and immediately returned to his bed, grabbing a saber and heading to the back of the room. After kicking the wall of the hut made of tree branches a few times, he kicked a large crack and got out of the crack. Squatting down, seeing that there was no one chasing him to the left and right, he got up and trotted towards the thicker forest to the south of the camp.