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The small town of Ogamdo, on the shores of a lake with beautiful scenery.

Today it looks a little solemn, the sky is not good, the clouds are thick, and the sultry climate makes people uncomfortable.

On the east side of the village, I saw a group of Tale cavalry, surrounding the entrance of the village, wolf smoke billowing and flags fluttering.

Swords unsheathed, spears and spears abounded, and the hideous Taremon let out bursts of roars, and a great battle was coming.

The villagers were shocked, and they looked at the murderous Tale cavalry in their armor, and they were terrified and trembling, not knowing what had happened.

People talk in panic and find comfort in each other's depression.

"Do you know what's going on?"

"Where is this knight?"

"What are they doing around the entrance to the village?"

"Could it be that a demon spy has appeared with us?"

"We don't seem to be a demon battlefield here."

"They seem to be targeting us Ogamdo."

"Ah, how so?"

The villagers of Ogamdo became even more panicked, their throats were dry, and they could no longer speak.

All of a sudden, the scene became dead and silent again.

On a blood-red carriage, the blood-red curtain was opened, as if a stone had been thrown into a pool of quiet water, setting off waves and breaking the incomparably oppressive silence.

Earl Gramm, the tall, burly, scarred, and hideous "Bloody Hand Butcher", slowly walked out of the carriage and looked at the town of Oghamdo, a village and town like a paradise, but with a cruel smile on his face, his nose twitched slowly, and he sniffed the breath in the air.

"Ah, that's Lord Earl Gramm, the 'Butcher of the Bloody Hand'!"

"Ah, here comes the Earl."

"The Count isn't going to do anything to our whole of Ogham."

"It's miserable, but I've heard that wherever the Earl goes, there are rivers of blood, and there are no chickens and dogs."

The villagers began to panic, things were obviously different from their expectations, this is obviously to kill them all?

"It's all Elland's fault, let's hand over Elan over."

There was a loud shout, but it was the sinister villain Waynes, who had taken the opportunity to sneak back into town from Earl Gramm's army in order to cause chaos.

"Yes, hand over Elan, hand over Elan."

Some people began to respond, after all, Ilan was only an outsider, and most people still hoped that they could use guò to counteract the anger of Lord Count Gramm, the "Butcher of the Bloody Hand", so that they could open up to them.

At this time, Ilan, Annie, and Master Hammer, as well as the old village chief Brolin, slowly walked out of the stilted building.

People looked at the old village chief one after another, as if they had seen a savior, and the scene suddenly became much calmer.

The old village chief, Brolin, paused for a long time on crutches, his eyes swept over Waynes and the cowards who were catering there, and then rebuked him angrily.

"Shut your mouths, you cowards, you are a disgrace to us Hariland. Have you forgotten your passion and bravery as Harriland? You don't deserve to be a Harriland. ”

"Old village chief, but, that 'Bloody Hand Butcher', Count Gramm, has already killed him, do you just watch us bury this Elan with you?"

Waynes quibbled, as if determined to betray Ogham, and his words elicited a response from some coward.

"Yes, old village chief, why are we burying this Elan with us?"

"Hmph, you Hariran cowards. If you're afraid of death, run towards the Ogamdo Mountains behind you. Maybe you can save a dog's life. But from now on, you don't want to come back. We in Ogmudo don't welcome scum like you. ”

Brolin shouted in his hoarse voice, angrily striking the ground with his cane.

When a few people heard this, they looked at the soldiers at the edge of the village, and they were a little moved, but in the end, no one ran away, and Harriran's backbone was still there.

"Hmph, even if you have some backbone, remember my words, Hariran would rather die standing than grovel to live."

The old man's words were sonorous and inspiring, and made the villagers raise their noble heads again.

"Hehe, it's such a good place, but the air is so fresh, I don't like it. There's a little bit of gore missing. ”

"Butcher of the Bloody Hand," Earl Gramm, squinted and smiled sadly, the scars on his face wriggling like worms.

"I'm looking forward to it, and after a while, the corpses are all over the field and the blood is flowing like a river, which will be even more charming. Hehe. ”

"Lord Earl, all the members of the elite clan, have arrived in the small town of Ogamdor, please give the order."

Fonseca rode a fiery Taremon to the side of Gramm, the Butcher of the Bloody Hand, and asked the Earl for instructions.

"Well, you did a good job, kill me, remember, you have to shovel the grass and eradicate the roots, not a single grass is left, by the way, find that Ilan, catch me alive, I will use my fresh head to light a sky lantern to pay tribute to Leonardo's spirit in the sky. Haha, go ahead, raze this town, the smell of blood is too much needed here. ”

The "Bloody Hand Butcher" Earl Gramm's face was intoxicated, as if he missed the taste of blood, and he gave the order to kill with a vicious heart.

"Yes, my subordinates obey."

The executioner, Vonseca, smiled evilly and agreed, and quickly ran towards the front of the group.

He stood high in front of the elite castle garrison, raised his spear, and then raised it in the direction of Ogamdo, and then shouted in his deep voice:

"For revenge, for Lord Leonar, for the great Lord Gramm, for the glory of Harriland, my valiant knights, charge."

"Charge, charge."

The shouts were deafening, and Oghamdo suddenly jumped with chickens and dogs, and people involuntarily retreated behind them.

Taremon began to walk in a neat pace, warming up before charging, and the speed was getting faster and faster, and it looked like it was about to enter the streets of Ogamdor.

At this moment, Ilan suddenly broke away from the crowd and came to the front of Taremon.

He shouted at Captain Fonseca:

"I'm Ilan, I'm doing things by myself, whatever means come to me, hehe, I'll take it. However, this matter has nothing to do with the villagers of Oghamdor, and I hope that Lord Graham will let them go. ”

"Boy, I think you'd better be caught, hehe, how many masters have you killed Leona, committed heinous crimes, and suffered less living crimes, how about it? I promise to give you a hard time. ”

Fonseca was very cunning, and he actually wanted to surrender his soldiers without moving, and wanted to persuade Ilan to be killed.

"Hehe, you're just a dog, I'm afraid you don't count this matter, let's report it to your master."

Ilan was unmoved.

"Haha, why do you need to work on a little thing, Lord Earl."

"Well, in the name of Salim, the sun god, I challenge you, and if you are a coward, you can choose not to accept it."

"Haha, dare to challenge me, okay. I wanted to save some effort, but it seems that I can't. Well, I'll show you some of Harriran's bravery, in the name of Salim, the sun god. ”

As he spoke, Fonseca prepared to jump off Taremon and fight Ilan.

"Captain, why use a knife to kill a chicken? Hehe, I'll do it anyway. ”