Under Will's repeated shouts, the villagers immediately dragged Iverson, who was guarding the rear, over. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Iverson no longer had the arrogance of the original command, and he looked haggard and exhausted. The brocade clothes on his body had long been stripped off by the villagers, and only a dusty single coat remained.

Although he was only imprisoned for one night, the mental blow far outweighed the physical suffering. Originally, the heir of an earl's family was supposed to live a life of fine clothes and food, and many servants to serve, but he was reduced to a prisoner overnight. The dramatic change shattered the naïve illusions of this teenage aristocrat.

Looking at the untouchables who were still aggressive before, but now they are like lost dogs in the face of great disaster. A glimmer of hope rose in Iverson's heart, and with that was a strong sense of shame. In the end, the shame turned into a huge hatred, and Iverson couldn't help but feel proud, and even began to think about how to take revenge on this group of untouchables who didn't know how to live or die when he got out.

When Will saw that Iverson was brought away, he seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and hurriedly shouted with joy: "Good! Just go....! ”

The words came to an abrupt end, and Will's expression of joy froze on his face, and at the same time, a look of surprise suddenly rose, blending with the expression of joy just now into a comical look. Following the horrified gazes of the crowd, Iverson, who was tightly bound, fell crookedly, with a hint of hideousness and consternation on his face. A wooden arrow pierced his neck, blood dripping down the arrow that passed through his throat.

Iverson never guessed that his life would end like this. He was the heir to the House of Frambard and was the future Earl. But now he is dead at the hands of a bunch of untouchables. Presumably, the reputation of the Lambard family will be tarnished by himself from now on.

With his eyes wide open, stunned and unwilling, Iverson-Lambard died.

"Who is it?"

Will looked at Iverson dead in disbelief, and a figure popped up in his head. However, before he could react, Sauron sprang out, holding the end of the wooden arrow in one hand and stepping on Iverson's body with the other.

With a pop, he pulled out the bloody wooden arrow. Then he raised the wooden arrow in his hand and shouted to the congealed crowd around him, "Everyone! Iverson Lambard is dead! Now we have only one chance to survive, and that is to fight with them! Don't look at them as nobles, don't think that they are invincible, you see that this fragile, easily broken wooden arrow, can easily take their lives! They, like us, are small and fragile human beings! Right now! Let's forget about running away, forgetting about death, and fighting for the last life for ourselves and our families! ”

As if to coincide with Sauron's speech, a hole was broken in one of the barriers, and the long-awaited guards outside swarmed in. Sauron didn't give any words, picked up a sharpened wooden spear and rushed straight towards the guards.

The villagers were stunned by his actions, twisting their stiff necks and staring at Sauron's figure.

They saw Sauron throw the wooden arrow with Iverson's blood in his left hand, which swirled and flew towards the first guard to rush in. The guard's eyes were sharp, and he saw this non-lethal wooden arrow at a glance, and with a flick of the halberd in his hand, the wooden arrow flew out. Everyone's hearts were suddenly like wooden arrows that had been pulled apart, and they were beaten hard, and disappointment and powerlessness were like heart-eating poisons, which began to devour their hearts.

However, in the next moment, Sauron had already rushed in front of the guard with great momentum, and the wooden spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake out of a hole, rushing to the guard's throat. The guards didn't seem to expect that there were such fierce figures among these villagers, and the halberd didn't have time to swing it, so he could only reluctantly use the halberd to block it.

Clang!

Everyone's hearts seemed to be hit by this block, and they clenched their fists hard and gritted their teeth hard. They stared intently at Sauron's figure, as if they had become one with Sauron at this moment.

Sauron was blocked by this, and paused slightly. But instead of taking half a step back, he crashed into the defender desperately. Bang! The shoulder slammed into the Guard's chest, and the Guard suddenly lost his footing and fell backwards to the ground.

Just as he was about to get up, he saw the mad peasant in front of him, glaring at him condescendingly like a great and majestic god, and he clenched his wooden spear in both hands, as if he were about to fall into judgment!

"No!"

The wooden spear pierced the guard's chest like a bolt of lightning falling from the sky. The thin chain mail was like a piece of paper, and it was torn apart effortlessly, and blood came out of the piercing hole, staining the ground red.

The series of actions not only shocked all the villagers, but even Edelman's guards. They had never seen a peasant so fearless and ferocious as he was. For a moment, they raised the halberd in their hands and pointed directly at Sauron in front of them, but they did not dare to take a step forward.

Sauron slowly drew the wooden spear from the guard's chest at his feet, his movements slow but firm. Like a fearless knight, like a proud general who doesn't look at any enemies.

The wooden gun in his hand pointed forward.

"Kill!"

For a moment, the villagers were like the most elite soldiers, and with Sauron's shout, they pounced on the guards like tigers descending from the mountain. A moment ago they were a flock of weak sheep that could only wail and be slaughtered, but now they are the most determined warriors, fighting for themselves and their families!

Will stood in the middle of the square, watching Sauron and the villagers who were also fighting on the front line, the fire of jealousy burning in his heart.

While he regretted his hesitation, he hated Sauron for stealing the limelight. Originally, the leader of the villagers should be himself, not Sauron!

"Will, what are we going to do?" A young man behind him asked.

Will turned his head suddenly, his piercing eyes and hideous face startling the young man.

"Kill!" After speaking, Will raised the firewood knife in his hand and rushed to the battlefield, and the young man behind him hurriedly followed.

Although the villagers, inspired by Sauron, showed the last of their humanity's madness and courage. However, the gap between them and the guards is still obvious. The guards' sharp halberds made it impossible for the villagers to get close, and even if they could fight to get close at the risk of injury, the rudimentary firewood knives or pitchforks and other weapons could hardly break through the guards' chain mail defenses.

It often takes two or three villager casualties to kill a guard. Especially when the other two teams of guards broke through the outer obstacles and entered the square, the villagers were attacked on their backs, and the casualties skyrocketed.

"These rebels are a little more powerful than I thought, and they are really not ordinary untouchables." Erdman said slowly as he looked at the battlefield of the fierce battle. (To be continued.) )