It was getting late, and the smell of gray desolation lingered among the lonely leaves and weeds.

There was a hint of wind blowing between the swings again and again.

"Don't be afraid, Milo, Daddy will protect you. Carmen glanced cautiously at the wooden door full of miscellaneous items, then lowered her head and whispered to comfort her daughter in her arms.

His axe lay silently at his feet, crimson blood glaring.

"Milo is not afraid of Daddy, but what happened to them?" Milo asked with a blink of wide, puzzled eyes.

This made Carmen sigh softly.

His face was pale and haggard, but he quickly adjusted.

He couldn't show this negativity in front of his daughter.

"It's okay Milo, it's going to be fine. After saying that, a forced smile squeezed out of the corner of his mouth.

But this is obviously not the answer to the question.

In fact, Carmen didn't know what was going on outside.

All he could do was protect Milo as best he could.

If you look closely, there are dozens of people in this not big house, except for Carmen and Milo, which is extremely crowded.

Everyone was more or less bloodstained, and all of them were holding their weapons tightly.

There was a palpable decadence and nervousness on their faces.

At this moment, a loud "bang" suddenly came from outside, breaking the peace that had been maintained for a long time.

The constant vibration of the planks seemed to indicate that something was trying to break in.

What awaits them?

On the other side, the priests and white knights of Zretlas had already set out from Azeritto and rushed to the town of Ledova.

At the head of the line was Tel Aviv, on horseback.

His expression was a little helpless, he hadn't had a good rest at all in the past few days.

But what worries him the most is the look that flashed on Charles's face yesterday.

While he was thinking, Don Quixote and Nalse in the back looked at each other thoughtfully.

They both saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Why do you need to send knights to solve the plague?

But López didn't think about it that much, the only thing he was worried about now was that cute little girl.

An hour later, the entire Order finally arrived in the town of Ledova.

However, the town has lost its former bustle and bustle, and only a dead atmosphere remains.

For some reason, the buildings in the town all looked dilapidated, and blood was everywhere.

It wasn't like a plague scene, it was like a battle on a large scale.

Everyone was shocked by the scenery in front of them, and they didn't know what to do for a while, so they hesitated in place.

At this moment, a man slowly walked out of the town, his steps staggering a little, as if he was about to fall in the next moment.

Even so, he walked slowly towards the white knights, step by step.

This made the always anxious Nalse a little impatient, and he really couldn't stand this snail-like speed: "I'm going to pick it up, just to ask about the situation in the town." ”

With that, he raised the whip in his hand and whipped the horse's ass hard.

Driven by the pain, the horse galloped toward the man.

The closer he got to the man, the more he sensed that something was wrong, that there was something strange about the man.

Finally, in confusion, Narse came closer.

That person's state made Narse subconsciously go into a state of vigilance.

His eyes were blank, and his limbs seemed rather uncoordinated.

When Narse dismounted to interrogate him carefully, the man suddenly went berserk for some reason.

I jumped up with all my strength and tried to bite Narse, but because of the lack of bounce power, I bit Narse's horse.

The horse kept jumping in fright, and the man opened his mouth to continue to charge.

Seeing this, Narse jumped directly from the horse and swept the man out with a single sword.

The man, however, seemed to be in no pain at all, scrambled up from the ground, and then continued to rush towards Narse again without hesitation.

This made Narse even more surprised, he was stabbed in the front, how could he still stand up.

However, he will not show mercy to his subordinates again, and with a backhand knife, he directly split the man into two pieces.

Blood splattered and fell to the ground, and this time, the man could no longer stand.

After calming the horse, Narse cautiously walked towards the corpse on the ground.

At the same time, the white knight behind him also rushed over.

They all saw the scene just now, and things seemed to get more and more weird.

Tel Aviv, who was late to the city, quickly walked over and carefully studied the corpse.

Lopez now has some admiration for Tel Aviv, and he feels a little disgusted just by looking at it.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. It was a long time before Tel Aviv got back on his feet.

But at the moment, the absence of anomalies is the most chilling.

As soon as the words fell, a large number of townspeople suddenly rushed out of the town.

They were almost identical to the man who had already been slain by Narse.

Seeing this, Narse quickly raised the knife and placed it horizontally in front of him.

He already sensed that this group of people was not coming well.

"Be prepared. Don Quixote, beside him, gave an order in a deep voice.

"Yes, General. The knights replied loudly.

This incident is by no means just a plague, so López also decisively drew the long sword at his waist.

But they didn't take the initiative, just waited quietly.

They all have concerns, what if those are just ordinary refugees?

Of course, judging by the results, they are clearly overthinking.

Those people rushed like wild beasts.

This made Don Quixote's face sink, and after a moment of thought, he gave the order in a loud voice: "Counterattack." ”

The knight, who had received the order, immediately launched a charge, and a fierce fight with those men began.

Theoretically, it is impossible for these refugees to hold out for too long in the presence of well-trained and well-equipped knights.

But are these really refugees?

They have no reason, great strength, and a very tenacious vitality.

The wound did not affect their movement at all, and only by killing them completely would they not get up again.

Fortunately, their small numbers did not allow the battle, which was supposed to be a one-sided slaughter, to last long.

But the losses of the White Knights were really not small, not to mention the horses for the time being, the knights alone lost nearly a hundred people.

Such large casualties should not have occurred among trained knights.

But these are just recruits, and the combat experience is basically zero, which leads to this result.

"What do we do now?" Don Quixote turned to Tel Aviv when the situation stabilized.

"As far as we can see, the villagers of Ledova have somehow become manic, aggressive, and irrational, and we don't know what happened in Leidova, or what is going on in Leidova, but they are villagers after all. Tel Aviv glanced at him, then spoke slowly.

As soon as the words fell, Narse took over the conversation: "After all, you are a villager? ”

"The massacre is certainly not advisable, and we must deal with it peacefully, so I will go first and find out what is going on. As he spoke, Tel Aviv subconsciously clenched the staff in his hand.

This made Narse a little helpless, but there was no objection: "Okay, I'll be with you, but let's say it first, there are no free helpers in the world." ”

The cold north wind made Tel Aviv subconsciously tighten his collar, and he turned his head to look at Narse: "Maybe we have to negotiate the price later." ”

"I'm out there to pick up and greet the whole town, and by the way, the whole town can't be released. Don Quixote looked up at the town not far away, and then confided in the cold wind.