The invading monsters gathered on the north shore of Lake Santa Kana, and one tree after another was uprooted by these monsters, and they wantonly destroyed the vegetation around Lake Santa Cana, slaughtering the surrounding living creatures to fill their **. In order to level the land where they landed, they set fire to it, and the darkness spread like scorched earth.

The shore of Lake Santa Kana was filled with black ships gathered at the landing site, and thousands of goblins at the bottom of the lake carried the logs back to a small hill on the north shore of Lake Santa Kana, and the stones excavated from the bottom of the hillside were also transported to the top of the hillside.

The cave trolls carried logs and stones on their shoulders, like peasant children in the mountains picking up branches and small stones and playing with the sand table, and an ugly stone city was erected by these cave trolls in just a few dozen days, and the green-scaled lizardmen began to build the watchtower in the center of the stone city according to their ideas.

The northern shore of Lake Santa Kana was no longer a fishing spot for farmers in the lakeside villages, and the scorched earth seemed to swallow up the greenery there, and even the alpine wolves and Olaf wolves entrenched in the Ella Mountains seemed to have answered the goblin's call and rushed to the scorched earth in groups.

The surrounding mountains, which were once densely wooded, are now either billowing with smoke or revealing hideous bare mountains.

In the village by the lake, every farmer was left with only fear and hope for support, and the bustle of the past was long gone, and of course there were brave men who set foot on the main road to Yafen with their families, and no one knew whether they made it to Yafen alive.

All the farmers in the panicked lakeside village closed their doors and minimized unnecessary outings, and the once prosperous lakeside village now looks like a wilderness mountain village.

"Woohoo! Whew! The wolf's howl passed through the taiga to the west of the lakeside village.

The lakeside village suddenly boiled in silence, and the shrill cries of women and children completely shattered the silence.

Accompanied by the terrible howl of the Olaf wolf, the screams of the farmers who were plowing could be heard in the winter cotton fields not far from the village square by the lake.

The men of the lakeside village carried pitchforks or sickles and gathered in the village square. They shivered and looked out over the winter fields, where a dozen Olaf wolves surrounded the farmer's corpse and gnawed on it with relish.

"Olaf wolf!" The peasants gathered in the village square approached each other, their bodies shaking violently.

The sharp-eared wolves turned around, their eyes blue with blood dripping from the corners of their mouths. They didn't seem to be rushing towards the dozens of farmers right away, but instead seemed to be waiting for something.

“ΚαΚα！” Four black shadows emerge from the taiga behind the winter cotton. The pitch-black tooth blade in the black shadow's hand flickered with a chilling light.

"Then it's the Goblin Wolf Troopers! We're done. The farmers raised their forks in fear and faced the four goblin wolf cavalry and the dozen or so Olaf wolves in front of them.

“ΚΡμ！” There were four rude roars, and the Olaf wolves, who were ahead of the four Alpine wolf cavalry, moved on all fours and struck at the farmers in the village square with lightning speed.

The farmers looked at each other, and even the pitchforks or scythes in each other's hands collided with each other and made trills one after another, to the rhythm of the Olaf wolves running.

"Ahh I don't know if it was the farmer who roared, and the peasants' slight steps turned into a rush of desperate flight.

The farmers with their backs to the Olaf wolf became the target of the wolves, and the extremely fast Olaf wolves jumped up in a wild howl, swinging their thick forelimbs with infinite strength.

One after another short-legged farmers were pounced on by the wolves, and before they could struggle, the Olaf wolves opened their bloody mouths full of sharp fangs and bit their necks accurately, and after shaking their heads, the necks of these fallen farmers spewed out one blood mist after another.

"Damn wolf cubs." Several of the farmers gathered together nervously, and they had to stand shoulder to shoulder, and the wolves that surrounded them left them no way out, and they had to hold on tightly to the rudimentary farming tools in their hands.

Olaf wolves were not afraid of the pitchforks thrown at them by the farmers who counterattacked, and they quickly avoided the pitchforks, and for the other farmers who used scythes, they ignored these blunt creatures that were only suitable for mowing, and the thick fur made them almost completely immune to the scythe's slashing, and the counterattacks made by the farmers only provoked them to hunt more intensely**.

In the square of the lakeside village are the corpses of the farmers of the lakeside village, and the blood oozing from the corpses stains the white stone well. The lucky ones ran into their farmhouse and blocked the door, but the cries of the women and children still came from the windows of the farmhouse.

Four goblin alpine wolf cavalry walked slowly to the blood-stained village square, their crotch alpine wolves sniffing the breath of the living.

One of the strongest alpine wolves smelled something, and ran to a farmer's corpse with an equally strong goblin on his back, opening its fanged beak.

It wasn't a corpse, it was a farmer who was pretending to be dead.

The farmer slammed up from the ground, screaming and clutching his wounded abdomen to escape, but the goblin cavalry riding behind the alpine wolf did not give him any chance at all, and the pitch-black toothed blade was aimed at his head and suddenly swung down, and a bloody skull rolled down the ditch next to the well into the winter cotton field.

"The food rushed into their houses. Hagueza in Mirazel. The other three wolf horsemen pointed to the simple wooden and stone farmhouses in front of the big goblin called Hagersa.

"These Trians are really cowardly, dozens of people are being chased everywhere by a dozen of my little pets." Hagesa touched the scars on its face, and then picked at the two nostrils of the black holes on its strange face, "I wonder how these cowards can kill so many of my close relatives who used to live here, it's sad that King Mirazel of the Skaya Mountains died at the hands of these foods." ”

"It's Mirazel's Hagueza that scares the food." The three wolf cavalry chimed in.

"You three little minions are talking really nicely." Haguesa stretched out his jet-black tongue, licking the undried blood stains on the pitch-black tooth blades.

"What are we going to do with this Trian settlement we discovered? Hagueza in Mirazel. The three wolf cavalry changed their words, "These are all fatty fresh meats, do we need to deliver this news back to Chief Zakha Zakabuton, or will we just enjoy it quietly alone?" We don't have any affection for those green-scaled imbecile reptiles. ”

"Let Zakha Zakhabuton go and see my stupid relatives who are long dead." One by one, Hagueza pointed to the farmers' houses with closed doors, "Since these foods don't come out, then roast them directly for me." Remember, those juicy and meaty foods are mine, and the old man or skinny man with ribs is yours. Well, fear should make their flesh taste more fragrant. ”

"Yes." Three cavalry of wolves jumped off the wolves, gathered the hay that had ignited the fire, and piled it up outside the wooden doors of the farmhouses.

The intensifying cry made Hagesa lick the corners of his mouth.

The outstretched fat fingers snapped their fingers at the three wolf cavalrymen. Three wolf cavalry hurled torches at the haystacks, and the flames quickly rose to the eaves of one farmhouse after another, and the cries turned into heart-rending shouts.

From time to time, two or three wailing firemen burst out of the collapsed door, and Hagueza and the three wolf cavalry seemed to be watching one flame after another. From time to time, there is a clattering maniacal laugh.

Smoke billowed from the direction of the lakeside village caught the eyes of Knight Seth, Farmer Kroll, and the 20 Dieffonder halberd soldiers accompanying him. Behind them, the Desco Terrace and the Guardian Terrace also erected one after another of Diefend's military flags.

"No, Father! Sarina! My baby! No! Farmer Kroll looked at the black smoke rising from the lakeside village, his eyes were already hazy with tears, and he let out a cry of despair.

"Brothers, hurry on! The lakeside village is being plundered by monsters! The knight Seth slammed his horse's belly, and his horse under his crotch flew out of the ranks, and Farmer Kroll followed closely on his pack horse, and the 20 Diefond halberders who accompanied him began to raise their halberds and gallop in the direction of the lakeside village.