Bai Leng stuffed the bandaged boy to Lucy, pressed her shoulder and said seriously: "Take him to his mother, and then run as hard as he can, the farther away from here, the better, and I will buy you some more time." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Without waiting for Lucy to answer, Bai Leng picked her up and put her in the last mule cart that was about to leave, and the driving uncle looked at it and did not speak, but gave the mule a whip fiercely.

Lucy's mournful cry was quickly carried away by the mule cart. The wound left by the battle just now opened again, and Bai Leng's back was already black and red. He glanced at the three-quarters of his life groove left in the upper left corner of his vision, and simply ripped off his undershirt and tore it into strips of cloth, wrapping the scimitar he had received from the Shadow Scout tightly around his hand.

A middle-aged man covered in blood kicked over the brazier before being cut down, covering the retreat of the last of his companions into the village's sturdiest stone mill. The red-hot charcoal finally brought little damage to the Tuvan army. The invaders were furious, and a tall warrior in the shape of a captain grabbed the dying man's head and lifted him up, rolling over the huge canine teeth that protruded from his lips and stained with jet-black blood.

Just as he was about to crush the head of the weak human in his hand like a tomato, a scimitar stabbed straight into the back of his heart like a viper. The captain reacted quickly, and the huge axe in his hand as thick as the door panel was blocked back, but he underestimated Bai Leng too much, and the scimitar suddenly changed direction at the moment of contact, and stabbed the axe board into his right rib.

The severe pain made the captain's right body suddenly sore, and before he could scream, Bai Leng kicked the ground with both feet, and at the same time borrowed his right hand on the scimitar inserted into his waist, which happened to ride on the neck of the captain who had to bend down.

With a flash of their swords, the Tuvan soldiers, who were still looting food and destroying houses, stared blankly as a fountain of blood shot out of their captain's neck and then fell to the ground with a blister of blood in their mouths.

The middle-aged man was thrown to the ground, staring at Bai Leng with his eyes, he could no longer speak, he could only use the last trace of strength in his body to pull a slight arc at the corner of his mouth to express the pleasure of the enemy's death.

Bai Leng crouched down and closed the man's eyes, and then sat down on the huge corpse of their captain in front of all the invaders, and wiped the blood on the scimitar on the captain's leather armor as he groped quickly.

Awakened from a dream, the Tuvas screamed and rushed towards Bai Leng like crazy, and Bai Leng took the things he had found into his arms, grinned at the enemies, and then ran towards the last line of defense of the villagers.

Just kidding, there are at least twenty heavily armed elite mobs on the opposite side, and if you can't unleash a big move like the Crescent Sky Rush, it's wise to hold your ground.

【Mission Update】

[Branch 1: Guardian Heart]

[Hold on until reinforcements arrive]

"Come on in!" The two men immediately closed the door after receiving Bai Leng, and everyone hurriedly blocked a large pile of debris behind the door.

Bull looked around, and the mill was actually a small courtyard, and the area in the middle and back was the site of the windmill house, which was currently the last stronghold of the whole village. The enclosure was surrounded on all sides by large stones, but unfortunately the height was not more than a run for the Tuvan soldiers.

The big man who inquired about Bai Leng at the entrance of the village was directing the last dozen people to make the last resistance with firewood knives and sticks, and from time to time he jumped up and used the meat cleaver in his hand to add a few bloody cuts to the rising enemy.

An old man who looked to be in his fifties stared at a bull's eye and wrestled with a tuvan head on the wall, and Bai Leng rushed over and jumped and slashed the old man to relieve the siege.

"Good boy," the old man leaned against the wall and covered his chest desperately, panting desperately, his face pale but relieved to look at Bai Leng: "I didn't lose ...... to our village"

A spear came through the gap between the stones and skewered the old man on it, but the breath did not catch after all.

"Holy!" Salem wanted to scream, but he turned around and poured out his anger on the Tuvan soldiers who kept climbing the wall.

Under the onslaught of the soldiers, the gate crumbled, and the tuva outside seemed endless. Despair permeates the hearts of all in this little house.

"I can't hold it anymore," the commanding uncle shouted to the villagers with his body supporting the gate: "Lao Tzu is worthy of his ancestors!" Brothers, fight with them! ”

The wooden gate finally collapsed with a loud bang, and the villagers let out their last angry howls at the bald demons. However, in the face of the absolute disparity of power, the right time, place, conviction, courage, and so on can only delay the progress of the war, and the outcome cannot be changed by these non-subjective factors. Bethlehem's skills did not work in the slightest in this chaotic situation, the scimitar had long since been broken, and after the dagger found from Captain Tuva was also taken by the throat of a soldier, he had no choice but to walk over the wall.

"May ye rest in peace." Bai Leng hid his body under the wreckage of a wall, quietly waiting for the opportunity to break out.

Knock knock knock...... Again, these big beasts, when there were no more standing buildings in the village, they were carrying their riders around, the nearest one munching uncontrollably on a pile of potatoes that had leaked out of the granary.

The thin Tuva on the back of the beast yawned boredly, and from time to time he threw a dried piece of meat into the sky and caught it in his mouth to amuse himself.

The big guy under the crotch suddenly trembled, and his short tail fluttered vigorously.

"I'm going to again." Thin Tuva let out a muffled grunt and quickly covered his nose.

But at this time, he heard the sharp warning voices of his companions, and turned back inexplicably, but he was facing Bai Leng with a face covered with blood.

This guy was not even as powerful as the Shadow Scout, and Bai Leng easily lifted him off the beast's back, pulled out the short knife he hung from his waist, and stabbed it into the thin skin behind the beast's ear.

"Whew!" The beast let out a violent howl, spreading its hooves and scurrying wildly towards the dense Tuvas, whose original master had already been unconsciously trampled into flesh by its unconscious kick.

Another beast, Tuva, controlled his mount and tried to stop him, only to be knocked to the ground by the mad beast and the beast and the man. Bai Leng clasped his hands around the handles, and although he was about to lose his breath when he was tossed, he still felt extremely happy listening to Tuva's frightened screams and the crisp sound of bone cracking when he was trampled.

The air suddenly twisted irregularly, and the whistling sound came from outside the village. Bai Leng watched as a dark red energy pillar slammed straight into the head of the giant beast below him, blooming a huge blood flower.

The giant beast that had lost half of its head fell directly to the ground with its front legs weak, and the huge inertia under the high-speed movement threw Bai Leng out and smashed it into a pile of house wreckage.

The impact made him feel like the world was spinning, and despite his best efforts to shrink his body into a ball to counteract the impact, his health dropped by nearly half, leaving him with a little less than a quarter of what he was left behind.

Several Tuvan soldiers howled angrily towards the culprit who had inflicted many casualties on them, and Bai Leng rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding the axe that came at him, his movements greatly limited by exhaustion and pain, and his running speed slowed down involuntarily.

The stamina that had just recovered a little bit was exhausted again when Bai Leng picked up a broken beam and smashed over those enemies, and his legs were weak and he almost didn't stand firm. This time it's really reached the limit, although the brain is still clear, but no matter how hard you try, you can only put your arms in front of your chest and put on a defensive posture.

The Tuvans slowly gathered around, grinning and unpleasant syllables rolling in their throats. After suffering such a big loss, they were also much more cautious, but they didn't know that Bai Leng was already at the end of the crossbow.

A short horn sounded, and the soldiers reluctantly stopped, lowered their weapons and stepped aside.

There was a dense sound of metal grinding ahead, and a large group of majestic Tuvas covered in iron armor appeared in front of Bai Leng in front of him, and the men who attacked the village stood with them looking as shabby as beggars.

A lean, old Tuva, dressed in brightly colored animal skins and with a large string of ornate bones around his neck, rode up to him on a pitch-black leopard, surrounded by ironclad warriors. Unlike other Tuvans, he has long gray hair that is scattered and his face is full of strange totemic patterns that make him look particularly cold.

The Tuvan leader stepped on the arm of a black-armored tuva and got off the leopard, and walked straight towards Bai Leng with a step, the guard who looked like an iron tower tried to follow but was repulsed.

He stopped when he was three or four meters in front of Bai Leng and looked at him expressionlessly, the vertical and horizontal ravines on the face of the Tuvan chief flickering against the background of the burning houses, but the contempt and contempt that turned out of his thick lips were clearly visible.

Bai Leng quickly glanced at the stamina bar that wriggled like a dying caterpillar, and that was enough! He erupted, and with the last of his strength, threw a sharp stone hidden behind him in the face of the Tuvan chieftain.

However, the stone bounced off about a meter from the Tuvan leader, and a circular transparent light mask rippled around the orc leader and slowly disappeared.

The attack was defused, Bai Leng sighed secretly, and his hands finally drooped weakly.

What's more, if Lao Tzu has half of his own physical strength, you scum will have to lie down half of it. He calmly looked around at the Tuvan soldiers who were standing by tickling and pouted with disdain.

In the next second, Bai Leng was slammed to the ground by a huge repulsive force. The Tuvan leader lowered his hand and turned away with an expression of disgust at the pus and blood in the mosquito's belly.

The field of vision was blood-red, the feeling of difficulty breathing was very uncomfortable, and there was no sign of recovery in the physical strength gauge, and the consequence was that the little health left was slowly draining. Finally, when it was over, Bai Leng lay on the ground and looked sideways in the direction Lucy had left: I hope you have run far enough.

But his eyes widened suddenly, and everywhere he could see was the rolling black waves. The sparks burning from the collapsed stables beat restlessly. The palpitating sound of the earth trembling sounded from far and near again, like the heartbeat of Bai Leng about to break free from the restraints of his chest.

The low fence gate on the north side of the village, the escape route for the women and children of the village, where Bethleng forcibly sent Lucy away, was easily overwhelmed by a large group of leopards, a large group of black panthers like the crotch of the Tuvan chieftain, carrying a large group of elite Tuvan soldiers.

The leopard at the front of the line had one or several strings of round things in their mouths, some large and some small, swaying as they ran.

Bai Leng's breathing was about to stop, and when he saw the white figure on the back of the black panther who was headed, he still couldn't control the surging sadness that was about to break through the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"No !!"

The panther knights lined up in front of their leader, and Tuva, the leader of the group, snorted and threw Lucy, who was like a rag doll, in front of Bethlehem.

The Tuvan leader raised his hands and spat out impassioned words, and the cavalry on the leopard raised their trophies, some still dripping with scarlet liquid.

The invaders should be reconciled to the land of Uraura, and destruction and blood are the glory of this race.

The eardrums shook and hurt, and there was no trace of brilliance in Bai Leng's eyes, but he just crawled towards the girl in front of him inch by inch.

He didn't dare to think about what she had experienced in the previous time, the eyes that laughed and spoke only left the despair, fear and pain before the death of life, Bai Leng hugged this cold body tightly, and told himself over and over again in his heart: this is a game, all this must have been designed by some/programmer a long time ago.

But why is it so uncomfortable?

Why should even a virtual warmth and happiness be cruelly torn apart to show me?

An ironclad soldier seemed to notice that there was still a dead insect at his feet, so he stopped and pulled out a huge axe from behind his back, and slashed at Bai Leng's waist.

Suddenly, a huge shield shining with bright blue light protected the top of Bai Leng's head, and the steel giant axe slashed directly on it, and the mysterious characters flowed, and blue energy shot out from it, collapsing a large pillar of blood on the surrounding Tuva.

The Tuvans, who were still partying, suddenly became as panicked as the nest-destroying wasps, and the leader looked behind him in anger, a dark blue figure stood in the air, and at the same time incandescent flares rose into the sky, and the majestic cries of human beings were heard from the east and west.

Bai Leng didn't care what was happening at all, just focused on wiping the dust and blood from Lucy's long pale blonde hair.

She seemed to be clutching something tightly in her hands.

Breaking it open with great difficulty, Bai Leng felt his heart stagnate suddenly, and when he closed his eyes, the heat flow inside could barely be suppressed.

A delicate, straw-made puppy with two eyes made of wheat.