Rewind to hours ago.

Shortly after the sun had cleared the white fog of the early morning, a group of murderous men arrived outside the castle—unbeknownst to them, several pairs of eyes in the woods were silently watching the scene on a nearby hill that was easy to observe.

Brute Bear bandits.

Someone recognized the fellows on the spot, and the tall, burly man at the head was none other than Michelle, the leader of the Bear Bandits—a group of war routers, wanderers, and bankrupt farmers, similar to the other bandits in the Northlands this year. On a normal day, they didn't have the guts to attack the nobles' castles head-on, but when the nobles and the knights left, greed inspired them to do it again.

It is an eternal truth that people die for money.

Michelle "Grizzly" is a firm believer in this truth. When the sun in the sky began to shine on the banner on the castle, he organized his men to launch a fierce attack on the castle, the neighing of donkeys and the sound of bamboo guns breaking the wind constituted the main theme of the battlefield, but these servants and guards in the castle were well-trained after all, although the number of people occupied an absolute advantage, but until the shadow of the corona retracted to the shortest scale, the two sides never decided the winner......

"Don't you have enough to eat?"

Obviously, the leader of the Brute Bear bandits, Michelle "Grizzly Bear", was very dissatisfied with the performance of his men in battle. Taking advantage of this momentary rest, he stood on a tall raised gray stone and reprimanded loudly.

"Only those two boiled potatoes in the morning......"

The subordinates are very straightforward.

Michelle glared angrily - he couldn't help but curse in his heart for the uselessness of these mud legs, even though he had already imagined a good prospect of lunch and chicken legs to these guys, but when it came to the end, his men still behaved like a pack of pigs.

Pig-like teammates are always infuriating. As a veteran of the "Fog Pine War", Michelle's mood at this time can be imagined - but according to Murphy's Law, "If something bad happens, then it is very likely to go worse." At the same time as this bad mood, Michelle accidentally saw a face that he didn't want to see.

An uninvited guy.

"Boss, Scott has been discovered."

Levin, who was lurking in the bushes, stretched out his finger and poked Gross next to him, he saw the bandit leader frowning, and hurriedly explained: "He has eaten the wrong thing in the past two days, and he has some diarrhea." ”

"So, that's why he's showing half of his ass?"

Gross gritted his teeth and whispered, this scene completely disrupted his original plan. He looked into the corner of the woods in the distance, and Scott was already standing up - after tearing off a few leaves to perfect the work, the guy was unhurriedly lifting his pants, and his every movement seemed so methodical under the gaze of a dozen pairs of eyes.

This is a unique temperament that is difficult to imitate, but undoubtedly, deeply irritates the other party.

"Scott, what are you doing here?"

Michelle's face was as gloomy as a tombstone in disrepair, and he stared at the expressionless face—his companion, Wolfpaw Scott from the Wolf Bandits. is also from a military background, but the cannon fodder background of the opponent's light infantry battalion is not enough for him to look at it squarely.

However, the reason why the other party suddenly appeared here had to make him deeply suspicious - Michelle suddenly remembered the leader of the wolf bandits, a young boy, smelly and arrogant, he wanted to trample him like a mouse into the brown dirt under his feet and ravage him a few times, but he knew very well that this idea was not realistic-

It is said that the kid has a sharp and ruthless swordsmanship......

"What should I do?"

A light breeze blew from the corner of the woods where Scott was and toward the bushes, and the crowd couldn't help but reach out to cover their noses—Oliver looked at Gross and asked in a chested voice. It is certain that as an outsider outside the Brute Bear Bandit Group, appearing on such an occasion at such a time will definitely lead to some kind of very serious consequences.

If it were their group of wild wolves and bandits, they would definitely kill such an uninvited guest without saying a word.

In other words, Scott's bastard is about to be beaten, but sitting back and watching his companions in distress is not the style of the wolf bandits.

Michelle had crackled his calloused fists, and his large group of minions had played their roles well at this time, with their teeth and claws and hideous faces—and at last, a laugh rang out from the woods, startling a nesting female.

It wasn't Michelle's hallucination - Gross, Oliver, and the members of the Wolf Bandits appeared in front of them, and in the midst of the figures, the hateful boy named Gross grinned at him.

"Long time no see, dear Mr. Grizzly."

The kid's smiling expression looked very bad.

Michelle tried his best to keep the corners of his mouth twitching. The light of dust drifting in the air fell in the sparse shadows of the mountain forest, and as the figures behind the bushes appeared one after another, as a fellow bandit who knew him well, he was sure that the other party's combat strength had clearly surpassed his team - Michelle was not lacking in brains, "a big man can bend and stretch", this is one of his life credos. Except for Gros the wolf head and Scott the wolf paw, the others didn't look like they were easy to mess with. So, he gritted his teeth and finally chose to leave.

Gross's original plan changed, but fortunately it didn't completely affect the overall situation, and when the Grizzly Bear Michelle and his gang left, Gross immediately went into action - they were well prepared, not only horses, bamboo guns and swords, but also hooks and ropes to climb the city walls.

The people in the castle had apparently not expected such a situation - the bandits of wild wolves and bandits had no trouble attacking the empty castle by the surprise of the servants and guards. After a morning of fierce fighting, the servants and guards were so exhausted that they did not even have a few intact bamboo guns, and the donkey was wounded, reportedly broken during the charge. All in all, the smooth outcome of the battle made Gross smile crookedly.

"This is the art of war."

As he drove his horse into the castle, Gross turned to his companions and said faintly.

Of course, such an unfathomable thing as the art of war was to them tantamount to playing the harp to a cow, but the noble behavior of the bandit leaders of "making it difficult for others to come cheaply to themselves" still attracted the heartfelt support and cheers of the bandits, who held their swords and coerced the servants and guards in the castle, and were so happy that even the greasy pores on their faces were open one by one—they began to search the castle in an act befitting their identity, and the servants and guards were pale and dejected. It doesn't make much sense to protest or scold loudly –

The really valuable things have been taken away by the old man Karen. In this castle, the only thing left is the bulky goods that are inconvenient to carry. For example, wooden cabinets, water tanks, large bags of potatoes and turnips in the pantry, clay pots for pickling cabbage......

This was a great disappointment to Gross and his companions.

In the castle, a middle-aged man at the head of the servants watched the group begin to walk towards Lord Karen's study, and he had no choice but to follow behind, silently lamenting......