"Bastard!" Old Dawson scolded angrily, and his probe was about to grab the undead head that had just been thrown in.

Before his hand could touch it, he saw a ghostly light flash in the skull's eyes, his face suddenly shrank and deformed, and his mouth, full of white teeth, opened widely, and bit down on old Dawson's hand.

There is no profession that can match the speed of a thief, and old Dawson saw that it was not good, and with a twist of his wrist, a dagger was already in his hand, and he pressed the head into the barrel with a little bit on the palate of the bitten skull.

After all, it was too late, and as soon as he pressed the head, all the heads in the barrel opened their eyes at the same time, and blue ghostly fire flashed in their eyes.

Old Dawson didn't say a word, turned around and ran away, and the old Barton and the knight in charge of the reception were not slow to react, and they didn't ask the reason at all, and chased him out with a rolling belt.

"What's that?" Old Barton asked loudly as he ran with his hat clutched.

Without waiting for Old Dawson to answer, he heard a loud "boom" behind him, the south wall of the house was smashed to pieces, and several adventurers flew out screaming. Immediately after, a huge "ball" of human heads flew out and rolled towards the depths of the valley.

"It's Necromantic Bondage!" This time, there was no need for Dawson Sr. to explain, and Old Barton had already seen what it was.

Necromantic Bondage, a spell exclusive to necromancers, can only be cast by the Bound (Warlock 3rd Order). These heads are not completely dead, they are bound to the skulls by powerful warlocks using secret techniques, and can be controlled from a great distance.

"Oh no, this thing seems to be going for the young master!" Old Dawson saw where the "ball" was going, screamed and chased after it.

Old Barton was startled, and shouted by the neck: "Enemy attack!" All of them go to protect the lords! ”

As soon as the alarm signal was issued, a terrible alarm immediately sounded in the valley, and the whole village was in an uproar, and everyone put down their work and rushed towards Cheng Xiaotian's wooden house.

Knock knock!

The ball of skulls kept smashing into the ground, smashing wooden houses from time to time, forcing a way out and rushing into the residential area.

The residents of Mochizuki Village have extremely high military literacy, and it only took a minute for a triangular formation of dozens of people gathered in front of Cheng Xiaotian's house.

Old Dawson was not bad, after the ball controlled by the Necromantic Binding Technique rushed into the residential area, he made a slight identification of the direction, let out a terrible scream, and went straight to Cheng Xiaotian's house.

Bang dang!

The door opened, and a young man in a white robe, with black hair and black eyes, stepped out of the threshold, frowning and facing the big ball of skulls, without fear!

"Chisel!" The general who led the team shouted, the front team of the triangle formation pointed forward the farm tools in their hands, and the villagers in the back team stood up to the front team, shouted "kill", and rushed over in unison.

Just as it was about to collide, the sphere suddenly smashed down to the ground, bounced high with the help of reaction force, passed over the heads of the villagers, and smashed down on the head of "Cheng Xiaotian"!

"Cheng Xiaotian" was unmoved, didn't even raise his head, and only muttered to himself: "It's over, it's over......"

Roar!

At the last moment, there was a furious roar from behind the house, and before the roar fell, the wooden wall behind "Cheng Xiaotian" shattered, and the giant bear Martha rushed out wrapped in sawdust, waved a huge bear paw, and slapped it at the bumping ball.

With a "bang", the tightly packed heads were blown apart, flying everywhere, and a large blue spark flew in mid-air, and disappeared after a while.

It was a bound soul fire, extinguished by Martha's strange power.

Old Dawson let out a sigh of relief, and immediately commanded, "Gather all these heads and set them on fire." ”

After that, he grabbed "Cheng Xiaotian's" hand and dragged him into the house.

"You're doing a great job!" Old Dawson patted "Cheng Xiaotian" on the shoulder, with a look of approval in his eyes.

"Cheng Xiaotian" swallowed his spit, and said sneeringly: "Master Dawson, this is my honor, but when will the lord come back?" ”

Old Dawson's face was embarrassed: "Young master...... Will show up when he is needed most, it's always been like this! ”

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"How did this happen?" Cheng Xiaotian stood in front of a huge military camp and muttered to himself.

The barracks were located just outside the town of Sweet Water Well, with a radius of one mile, enough to accommodate thousands of sergeants. It's just that there is a dead silence in this big camp now, not to mention that there are no sentries in front of the camp gate, and even the camp is empty, and there is not a single ghost in sight.

He was going to use the name of Eddie Murphy to sneak in, but for some reason, he always had an indescribable sense of crisis here, so he hesitated until now.

In the end, he did not enter the camp, and with full suspicion, he turned over his mount and rode into the sweet well.

After entering the town, Cheng Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief, although there were few pedestrians on the street, it was a normal phenomenon in wartime.

His destination was the tax office here, where a small garrison was stationed, and he planned to report there first, and then find out the dark news.

The street is not long, and a hundred meters away is the familiar intersection, Cheng Xiaotian slowed down and paced the reins. Except for the sparse number of pedestrians along the way, there is basically no change here from the last time, and I don't know what happened to the land snake Byron Cervantes after being overshadowed.

Just thinking about himself, Cheng Xiaotian suddenly felt that the horse stopped, looked puzzled, and saw an old human man grabbing the reins and looking at him with excitement on his face.

The old man was about fifty years old, dressed in dirty coarse cloth trousers, and his lips were buzzing, as if something was brewing.

After about a minute, the old man's emotions were brewing, and he finally broke out, and shouted to Cheng Xiaotian in a loud voice: "Son! You're finally back alive, but you miss your dad and me! ”

"Hey!" Cheng Xiaotian suddenly felt like he had eaten five catties of bitter gourd, his facial features were wrinkled together, and he waved his hand unbearably, you just hold this out for me? !

"No, who are you? I can't find my dad myself, what kind of green onion are you?! "I've seen someone take advantage of people, I've never seen someone take advantage of people in such a big way, this old man is even more bastard than that Haber Eliot!

The old man cried, really cried, seeing Cheng Xiaotian's look of "I don't recognize you", the old man's muddy tears rolled down, and they couldn't be controlled.

"It's all your irresponsible mother, what kind of soldier do you have to be......" The old man beat his chest and cried in the street.

Cheng Xiaotian only felt a thunderbolt flash in his mind when he heard this, and finally realized that his current identity was neither Cheng Xiaotian nor Xiaotian Elliot, but Eddie Murphy!

When I looked around, I saw that all the people on the street were looking at this side from a distance, with strange faces.

Looking down, the old man had stopped crying, sniffled vigorously, and looked at himself with anticipation.

"You ......" Cheng Xiaotian "you" for a long time, and then swallowed the rest of the words and saliva......

"Hmph......" Looking up at Cheng Xiaotian, the old man cast an encouraging look.

Cheng Xiaotian held back his dizziness, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, shook his head again, jumped off the horse straight, and said lightly: "Let's go home!" ”

"Hey!" The old man couldn't help but be overjoyed, so he led the horse and ran, waving and shouting as he ran: "This way, our family is here." ”