"What does Nima mean!" Bai Leng quickly jumped back to dodge the knife that swept towards his waist, and quickly fought with the shadow in front of him five or six times without pause, the other party was a little unable to parry and took the initiative to retreat, and the shadow who was trying to chase Lucy next to him had to step forward to cover. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the corner that Bai Leng didn't pay attention to, the battle text bar frantically pushed the message:

【Parry Success】

【Parry Success】

[Hit part: wrist, damage dealt: 11]

【Parry Success】......

Bai Leng's waist and lower body exerted force at the same time, and he raised his scythe and rushed towards the figure who came to support, and slashed across his chest with a loud roar. But Bai Leng suddenly felt a strong discomfort in his heart, similar to the disbelief of a long-distance runner who found himself out of breath after only 800 meters one day. According to his own skills in reality, if he is as fast as thunder, the other party's two blows will be divided into two sections before he has time to react. However, the speed and power of the body's reaction at the moment of the shot are greatly reduced.

The ghost figure hurriedly blocked with a vertical knife, but the force from his chest still knocked him back a big step, he hissed heavily, and three more figures broke through the grass and outflanked Bai Leng in all directions.

"Holy!" Bai Leng forcibly suppressed the nausea caused by the strong feeling gap, did not retreat but advanced, followed by another sickle slashing at the ghost who had just retreated, this time with all his strength, the other party was chopped upside down and flew out.

Bai Leng kept his body, using the old force to spin forward with his right foot as a fulcrum to avoid the stab in the back, and swung a second knife with the momentum, an ugly head rose into the sky, and salty blood spilled all over him.

Even though the night was very dark, at the moment when the ghost was beheaded, Bai Leng could still see clearly that a dark red scale bar on the top of the guy's head had faded in an instant.

Seeing the tragic death of his companion, the four ghosts behind him let out an angry roar and rushed towards Bai Leng together. Bai Leng struggled to adapt to the intensity of his body's movements, quickly adjusted his strength, and fought hard to replace the strongest of the four shadows with a knife in his back.

These things seemed to be frightened by Bethlehem's skill, they looked at each other, and without hesitation retreated, one of them took out a bone flute and blew it deadly.

The shrill sound of the flute was carried by the wind into the endless mountain forest to the south, and the three ghost figures disappeared from view in a blink of an eye. There was a slight tingling sensation in his back, and looking at the pop-up pain adjustment bar, Bai Leng desperately adjusted the index to the highest.

Fortunately, even the highest value is only 10%, so it doesn't hurt much. What is this, a tactical retreat when you find that you can't beat it? Bai Leng looked at the head at his feet, and kicked it hatefully, thanks to the strength of this body, he could still survive, otherwise with this kind of sensitivity, he would probably be lying on the ground now.

A gust of cold wind blew away Bai Leng's half-open shirt, and he stared carefully at the corpse in front of him, and as expected, a dark red screen of light appeared on it.

Shadow Scout (Fire Tribe) [Deceased]

[Strength] 10

[Constitution] 9

Dexterity: 14

[Will] 12

[Endurance] 7

[Perception] 13

【Introduction】A Tuvan slave with mixed blood of the Fierce Fire Tribe, with low combat power

After reading the message, Bai Leng probably realized what was happening, because he had already heard a dull roar from the other side of the mountain forest, and the smoke and dust rolled up were clearly visible in the dark night.

When I turned around, I found that a new indicator screen appeared next to the two corpses, and the system father was teaching rookie players how to collect the loot from the creatures they killed.

There are a lot of balabala, and the central idea is one sentence: everything on the body of the killed person may fall, and if you can take it off, it is yours, and if you can't get it off, you can only blame yourself for having a black hand.

The two scouts had no armor, but luckily their weapons were still somewhat useful, and Bai Leng hesitated for a moment before lifting the head and running quickly in the direction of the village.

A premeditated attack, which was broken by itself and had to be launched in advance.

"This plot reversal is too sudden!" Bai Leng couldn't stop roaring inwardly.

The village was already lit up at some point, and the noise continued. The people in the village must have noticed the movement here. Sure enough, when I was about to arrive, I saw a large group of people holding hoes and climbing plows and swarming at the door, and when they saw Bai Leng, they greeted them one after another.

Lucy threw herself into Bethlehem's arms with tears in her eyes, trembling uncontrollably, unable to speak, obviously frightened. A big man with a hoe roared and asked, "What happened to Ronnie, the jackal has come down the mountain?" ”

Bai Leng threw his head at their feet, and the faces of the group of people turned white in an instant, and they were particularly oozing against the backdrop of the firelight. Several onlookers screamed in fright.

"It's Tuva, those man-eating demons!"

"How did they get here? Are the defenders of Montto all blind! ”

"Run!"

These words were instantly spread throughout the village by various poignant tones, and the crowd suddenly exploded, and those who fled home with rolling and crawling, those who turned around in place and were at a loss, and those who had already packed their bags and brought their families to prepare to slip away, the scene was chaotic.

"Stop me if you panic!" An old man with a white beard came from the back of the village, and with his cane, he threw it at the frightened people, forcing them to calm down like a duck. Several stout middle-aged men followed him to help him maintain order.

"Village Elder!"

"The village old Tuva demon is here, what should we do!"

"If you can't stop it, hurry up and run a few of them."

"I don't want to die yet!"

A crowd of people were arguing around the village's sole steward, fear had made them lose their instinct to think.

The urgency of the situation made all the wrinkles on the old man's forehead twisted together, and the village elder looked at this group of people who got along day and night like mud and collapsed on the ground, and couldn't help but feel sad, but he still calmly ordered:

"The woman and the child hurried back to their own house, packed up some things casually, and walked through the north gate!"

"The elderly go and put the cart on the livestock, and bring as many people as they can!"

"The men are all looking for something to block the door, and they can delay it for a while, and they will pick a few legs and feet to inform the town of Portree to the east."

People were finally instructed to act in an orderly manner, but it was still difficult to hide the panic in their expressions. The retreating people were disheveled, and several people ran and collided with each other, scattering the contents of their baggage on the ground.

Bai Leng hugged Lucy and watched all this quietly, as if he had experienced a disaster movie himself. He knew that he couldn't help these people, and the Tuvan slave system he had just encountered only gave a low evaluation of combat effectiveness, so it was self-evident how difficult the regular army behind him should be. Even if he is in a full state in reality, it is impossible for one person to compete with an army, and this sense of powerlessness makes Bai Leng feel irritable.

【Mission Update】

[Choice]

[Branch 1: Help the villagers resist the Tuvan army; Branch 2: Flee with the retreating villagers]

The ground began to tremble slightly, and the unpleasant roars of the strange-looking humanoids seemed to be close at hand, but the darkness of the night obscured everything. Many of the men in charge of blocking the door collapsed under the suffocating and terrifying pressure, leaving behind the stones and wood in their hands and running in the opposite direction, no matter how much they tried to stop them.

The people who did not have time to retreat let out cries of despair. There was no time to think about it anymore, gritting his teeth, Bai Leng pulled Lucy to follow the flow of people retreating north. However, he knew that the defense line formed by the villagers would not be able to hold up for enough time, so he planned to take Lucy out of the group after leaving the village.

"Ronnie, are you going to run away too? Don't you want to buy a little time for the aunt and the children who haven't left yet? A young man with a mud-stained face grabbed Bai Leng's arm and roared at him.

Bai Leng looked at this young man whose thighs were not as thick as his own arms in amazement, although his hands holding the pitchfork were shaking, but after glaring at Bai Leng fiercely, he still rushed in the direction of the Tuvan army's attack without hesitation.

A mule cart rushed out between the two houses next to it, grazing Bai Leng shoulders and speeding past, the coachman with red eyes eager to whip the mule into the air, and the people in its way turned on their backs. A mother and son are swept away by a crazy mule cart, the little boy is hit by the wheel and flies to the side of the road, lying on the ground crying heartbreakingly, while his mother is hindered by the flow of people, howling but being carried farther and farther away from the child.

"Rudolph!" Lucy broke free of Bai Leng's hand and squeezed into the crowd with difficulty to move towards the boy, Bai Leng didn't say a word, and followed over to open the way for Lucy with his body.

"Tuva is coming!" The men guarding at the south gate shouted at their hoarse throats, and everyone subconsciously looked over there. The light of the brazier reflected the bodies of four giant beasts larger than tanks, and with a hissing sound, they crashed into the fence at the entrance of the village, and the wooden stakes thick as the thickness of the adult forearms were as vulnerable as paper paste in front of them, and several villagers who had no time to dodge were knocked out of the air for a dozen or twenty meters and died directly.

Two-meter-tall, purple-skinned, and dressed in brown leather armor, Tuvan soldiers swarmed through the breach, howling and waving their blades to shreds.

The thin young man who had just grabbed Bai Leng screamed wildly and pierced his fork on the body of a Tuvan soldier, leaving a few small holes before being chopped in two with an axe.

Standing alone on the highest floor in the village, the village elder grinned hard when he saw that the women and children had basically been evacuated, and turned his head to see the men in the village falling like wheat under the violent attack of the Tuvan warriors, leaving a few residual tears in their cloudy eyes.

"It's been forty years, and it's you brutes who took the initiative to tear up the agreement, wait, the army led by Cohen will definitely kill all the way to your hometown!" The old man cursed angrily, and a huge beast rushed straight towards the wooden building where he was under the control of the rider.

Bai Leng turned his head and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and a stream of hot blood surged straight to his head. The strong visual impact also brought a torture of conscience, why didn't he dare to fight side by side with him when he was more than a hundred times stronger than that thin monkey? Knowing that there is only one end to staying, why did the village elder still resolutely leave the hope of life to others?

Squatting on the ground to help the boy bandage, his cry of pain easily shook Bai Leng's idea of escaping: This is just a game, what if the mission fails? What does it matter if you're dead? How can you accept such a thing as letting others use their lives to buy time for their lives?

The men's fragile defenses were in shambles, and the still alive were still howling angrily with their crude weapons and slamming into the strong Tuvan soldiers, and the hands of the white cold clenched.

Lucy held back tears and hugged the boy tightly, hoping to relieve his pain a little. The wooden building where the village elder was located collapsed under the heavy blow, Lucy whimpered, and two lines of tears still burst out of her eyes, looking at Bai Leng's eyes full of determination.

"We can't escape, can we?"

The nearest Tuvan soldier had crossed half the village, and Bai Leng looked back and smiled to wipe the tears from her face. This imaginary girl made him feel the peace and quiet happiness he had not experienced in a long time in an afternoon, and he would not allow her to become a puddle of minced meat on the mud floor.

Then fight, and Bai Leng gently tied a knot in the boy's bandage.