The mercenaries clenched their swords tightly, the sharp tips of their swords pointed at Grover and Ogden, and they fanned around, and the two robbers did not care in their eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Looks like they want to fight us!" Ogden laughed strangely, shook his slender sword, and a sword flower appeared.

"Be careful, it's a swordsman." The leader of the mercenaries saw the sword flower that Ogden shook out, and frowned and warned his men.

"Tsk, how can I see a bunch of meatloaf, because I'm going to crush them all." Grover snorted with his pig-like nose, and he said disdainfully as he stared at the mercenaries who surrounded him with his eyes not much bigger than beans.

"Slaughter these two freaks." Grover's words infuriated the mercenaries, who rushed at Grover and Ogden in anger to split the hateful dwarf and skinny pole in half.

The mercenaries rushed up and slashed at Grover and Ogden, but Grover was as nimble as a rabbit in the forest, jumping up and down next to a fallen tree, and the mercenaries chased after him but couldn't catch him.

"Ah~~." At this moment, the mercenary on the other side who went to deal with Ogden let out a miserable scream, and the mercenaries looked over and were taken aback, only to see a terrible howl from the mercenary's mouth, he covered his face with his hands, and stumbled backwards.

"What's wrong with you?" The leader of the mercenaries who jumped off his horse stepped forward to grab his men, and when he saw the blood flowing from the fingers of the mercenary who was fighting against Ogden, he quickly pulled down the mercenary's hand covering his face.

"Wow~~." The merchant sitting in the carriage made a frightened sound, because the mercenary's eyes were gone.

"Quack, although I already have eyeballs of this color, forget it or put it away!" Ogden raised his sword with a strange smile, a pair of bloody eyes strung on the sword, and he struck so quickly that he snatched the mercenary's eyes in an instant.

"Damn bastards." The leader of the mercenaries was taken aback by Ogden's murderous methods, but the mercenaries themselves were outlaws who lived a life of licking blood with knives, and were provoked by the strong smell of blood, the mercenary leader pulled out the knife at his waist and strode forward to kill Ogden and avenge his companions.

"Puff~~." Grover on the side teased the group of mercenaries who were chasing him, originally saw that Grover was a dwarf, those mercenaries were with the mentality of picking up soft persimmons, but unconsciously Grover walked to the side of the road, a mercenary stepped on the trap set by Grover, and shot a crossbow bolt from the crossbow hidden in the grass, and the crossbow shot the mercenary's chest.

"Damn, there are traps." Only then did the mercenaries realize that they had changed from hunters to prey, and they couldn't help but become cautious.

"Be careful, you don't know there's a trap out there."

"Where did the damn gnome go?" The remaining two mercenaries were back to back, and they didn't dare to be careless, but at this moment, one of them saw Grover's figure behind a tree, and he immediately stepped forward and slashed at it with his sword.

"Crackling, ping~~." When the mercenary's sword slashed at the target, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and instead of the sword cutting into the flesh, it was like cutting into the wood, and at this moment, a rock fell from the tree and smashed the mercenary into a meat pie.

"Hahaha, idiot." Grover walked out from the other side, grinning and showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said with a sneer.

It turns out that behind the large tree is a camouflaged scarecrow, and the scarecrow is attached to a rock suspended by a rope from the tree, and if the scarecrow is attacked, the rock on the tree will fall down and hit the prey.

"Damn it, damn it, Mary." Seeing his companion being hit by a rock, his body folded strangely, and the red blood flowing, his companion's dull eyes looked at him, as if to say why it wasn't you who died, the mercenary who was still alive was isolated and helpless, his spirit broke down a little, his calves trembled, his mouth muttered, and he turned to flee.

"Hey, hey." Grover grinned, he didn't chase the fleeing mercenary, only to see him clench the hilt of his sword and make a throwing motion, his short and strong arm threw the sword out like a flying knife, hitting the mercenary's back right now, and the mercenary fell forward after being hit.

Grover walked towards the mercenary unhurriedly at this time, although the flying sword hit the mercenary, but the blade was blocked by the half-worn leather armor on the mercenary's body, so that its owner did not die at once, but the mercenary who was hit would rather die by himself at this time, the instinct for survival, made him desperately crawl forward, blood penetrated his inner lining, the blade split his spine into two pieces, and the pain made him cry.

"Smack." Grover walked over to the crawling mercenary, stomped his foot on him, then grabbed the hilt of his sword and jerked it out, sending the mercenary a bitter howl.

The howl came out of the forest, and the merchant in the carriage heard it, and immediately realized that something was wrong, and he quickly snatched the reins from the coachman's hand, and beat the horses so hard that they turned and ran on the way they came.

"Bastard." Ogden was now tangled with the leader of the mercenaries, their swords resting together, and they couldn't spare their hands to grab the fleeing carriage.

"Zipa, Zipa." Covered in blood, Grover came out of the forest by the roadside, and he also saw the merchants and carriages trying to escape, only to see Grover shouting loudly at the top of his voice.

"Gray Law ~~~." The pack horses pulling the wagon were whipped by the merchant and neighed, and they spread their hooves and ran desperately, and once the carriage was running, there was nothing to stop it.

"Haha, see how you guys catch up with me?" The merchant had the reins in his hand, and he was running so fast that he had room to turn his head to look at Grover and the others, who had been thrown away.

"Boom~~~, oh woo~~~." Just as the merchant was glad that he could escape, a tall warrior rushed out of the forest beside him, and he slammed into the galloping pack horse like a rhinoceros.

"Gray Law ~~~." The pack horse neighed, and was knocked over by the warrior like a hill, and the carriage, which was galloping, was held up by the warrior like a hill, but the merchant and the coachman in the carriage were unlucky, and flew out and fell to the ground fiercely.

"Zipa." The warrior who rushed out was none other than Grover and Ogden's younger brother Zippa, a mentally retarded, muscular and tall warrior, the most destructive of the three boar brothers.

"Damn, Zippa, why are you so slow?" Grover panted and ran to the carriage and complained to his brother.

"Zipa." At this time, their brother Zippa opened a package hanging from his chest, and he carefully opened it with his thick fingers, only to see that it was a little baby, putting his fingers in his small mouth, and looking to be sleeping soundly.

"Hey, we're working hard here, he slept soundly, just throw him into the forest and let the wolves eat him." Grover grinned and said angrily.

"Zipa." Zippa patted his head with his big hand and let out a hearty laugh.

"Wow, wow, wow~~." As if frightened by Grover's words, the little baby pursed his lips and let out a high-pitched cry, so that Grover and the others couldn't help but cover their ears.

Yves sat next to the stable, and when he was not on duty, he preferred to stay in the stables, to spend time with the fine horses, to wash the horses that provided reliable support in the war, or to make the horseshoe with the blacksmith of the stables, for he was always idle, because when he was free he remembered the night of the calamity, when he lost his wife and son, and of course his right hand.

"Bell, bell, bell." Yves replaced his right prosthetic leg with a hammer and slammed the red-hot iron horseshoe, sparks splashing on the leather apron he was wearing.

"Eve, ive, ive~~." Looking at the red-hot iron horseshoe, I don't know what was going on, Ives's thoughts seemed to go back to that night, he saw his father, Baron Wendell, who had been stabbed several times, fell in front of him, and saw his mother open her arms in an attempt to cover, but was immediately cut into several pieces by the sharp sword, and his wife held the newborn child, knelt on the ground and pleaded, but was still killed.

"Yve, Ive." Suddenly, Yves felt grabbed by the shoulder, thinking it was the enemy who was being killed.

"Wow~~." Yves turned and raised his hammer, his eyes red with rage, and he almost smashed the hammer into the man behind him.

"Count Yve, stop." The two knights of the Inner House of Mecklenburg hurriedly grabbed Yve's hand, but he was thrown aside by the strong Yve, but it also made Yves sober up, and he gradually saw clearly that the person standing in front of him was his younger brother, Arrod, Duke of Mecklenburg.

"Arrod, oh, I, what's wrong with me?" Yf saw Arrod, who was a little pale, and he knew that he had almost killed his brother.

"It's okay, it's okay, I've called you several times." Arold looked at Yve's chagrined look, and knew that he must be reminiscing about that painful night of killing, although Arold had killed his family's murderer, Count Lauzitz, but the scars of hatred and pain still left in the hearts of the two brothers.

"Ah, yes, what's the matter?" Yves sounded as if Arrod had called himself, but he was too engrossed, so he looked up and asked.

"Our mission here is complete, gather the Teutonic knights and the Mecklenburg legion at once, and it's time for us to go home." Arold put his hand on Ive's shoulder and said to his brother.

"Home? Ah yes, go home. Yves nodded silently, but he didn't remember what home was like.