"Prepare for battle!" Fei Lun shouted, and the villagers hurriedly threw away the breakfast in their hands, grabbed their weapons and began to scurry back and forth like headless flies, and the small crying and screaming on the threshing floor turned into a pot of porridge in a blink of an eye.

During the training, these people were quite good-looking, but as soon as they heard that they were going to fight, they immediately forgot about the training content.

Fei Lun was still complacent about the results of his training, but now he saw the essence and completely fell into petrification.

"Captain, hurry up and let them stop, if they continue to run like this, they will trample to death!" Seeing that it was not good, Arya hurriedly reminded that if it continued like this, there would definitely be inexplicable casualties, and when the time came, the camp would have to be bombed before the battle.

Fei Lun was startled, came back to his senses, and hurriedly pulled his neck and shouted: "Everyone is not allowed to move, stand in place."

This time he learned to be obedient and no longer dared to use military terms, and the villagers really understood, and immediately maintained a flustered posture and froze.

"All young men, follow him." Feron shouted and pointed to a male avenger, who immediately trotted to the north.

Hearing his words, the villagers looked at themselves, and dozens of young men ran out, followed the avengers, and marched north in a column.

Seeing that this method worked, Fei Lun breathed a sigh of relief and continued to shout: "All the middle-aged people come out of the ranks, follow him, and obey his command."

This time, the villagers reacted much faster, and as soon as Fei Lun finished speaking, dozens of middle-aged men immediately ran out and ran to the west with another avenger soldier.

Next, Arya led a group of female soldiers to leave, and the rest of the old people and children, who were really ineffective, began to evacuate to the south. According to the plan, if they did not get news of the victory, they would go to the Arathi Basin and never return.

To the north of the village, the fortifications had been dug in advance, and the militia of the three routes entered the preset positions and took up their positions, and began to wait nervously. They were all brave, but it was the first time they had participated in a real battle, and the enemy was ten times more fierce than their own, so tension was inevitable.

They crouched in the battle position and watched the north, waiting eagerly, not waiting for the enemy, but hoping that Cheng Xiaotian would come back soon. Although Faeron repeatedly told them in the past three days that the lord would appear at every critical moment, they were still not at ease.

So, where is the lord?

Cheng Xiaotian's sword speed was extremely fast, and after a while, he surpassed Lan Yu and flew northwest, and after about thirty kilometers, he finally discovered the so-called "bandit army". I saw that the crowd over there was like a tsunami, overflowing the mountains, forests and wilderness, and I couldn't see the edge at a glance, at least tens of thousands!

These people are supporting the old and the young, driving the livestock and carrying the grain, their expressions are sad and sad, where are the bandits, they are clearly refugees.

"What the hell is going on? Where are you going? Seeing this formation, Cheng Xiaotian couldn't hide it, and yelled in the air. This sound, he used his spiritual power and roared out with a thunderous sound, and the sound shook the leaves in the forest and trembled.

The refugees were startled by this sound, looked up and followed the sound, and saw the sword light flying back and forth in the sky at a glance.

Of course, the refugees can't see Cheng Xiaotian in the sword light clearly, but the one who can fly in the sky must be a big man, and now they are panicked and helpless, just hoping that a savior can come from the sky to save them, and they immediately responded loudly when they heard the sound: "We are the people of the Kingdom of Gilneys, and now the country has been occupied by werewolves, and we are chasing and killing behind, so we can only flee to the south."

The kingdom is overrun by werewolves? Cheng Xiaotian was confused when he heard this, how could any kingdom with control sit back and watch the werewolves become disasters?

At this time, Lan Yu followed and asked, "Where are you going?"

"To the Arathi Basin." The man below replied, "We met the lady of the lord of the Arathi Basin, who guided us to take refuge and promised to give us land."

"Vanessa!" Cheng Xiaotian and Lan Yu exclaimed at the same time and glanced at each other.

Immediately after that, Cheng Xiaotian's sword light was retracted and fell straight to the ground, while Lan Yu flew to the rear in the face of the tide of refugees to investigate the situation.

Cheng Xiaotian fell to the ground, stopped the refugee and asked in a deep voice: "Is the lady who guides you a half-elf, she has ...... Blonde hair and very white skin...... All in all beautiful! ”

Every time Cheng Xiaotian said a characteristic, the refugees nodded again and again, in fact, no one had seen Vanessa at all...... After some conversation, it was Cheng Xiaotian's peculiar appearance that caught their attention.

"Your Excellency, are you ......?" asked one of the refugees, confused, as if remembering something.

Cheng Xiaotian was anxious, nodded unabashedly, and said solemnly: "I am the lord of the Arashi Basin - Cheng Xiaotian."

"Wow!"

The refugees were in an uproar, and they ran over excitedly and surrounded Cheng Xiaotian. They shouted as they ran, spreading the news of their encounter with Cheng Xiaotian, one by ten, ten by hundred, and the entire wave of refugees poured over, like iron fans attracted by magnets.

Although they were eager to get close to Cheng Xiaotian, they were afraid of offending him, and the refugees in the front row spontaneously formed a human wall to block the refugees who kept coming over.

"Your Lord, help us."

"Please take us in."

"Our homes are completely ruined......

"My family is all dead, and I am the only one who escaped......"

People surrounded Cheng Xiaotian and kept telling about the tragic situation of their homeland, and every sentence was like a hammer hammer hitting Cheng Xiaotian's heart. He kept turning, looking in circles at the refugees who confided in him, their faces full of pain so close, so much, as if they had formed a wailing wall around him, squeezing his heart.

Cheng Xiaotian originally wanted to ask Vanessa's whereabouts, but now, he couldn't ask.

"Don't rush, don't panic, I won't abandon you." Cheng Xiaotian took a deep breath, raised his hands and pressed down, signaling everyone to calm down, "Now, you have to tell me first, what happened to Gilneth." ”

After receiving Cheng Xiaotian's assurance, the refugees calmed down a little and began to tell the origin of this tragedy.

At that time, Gilneys, under the call of King Jean-Greymane, mobilized the whole country to build the Greymane Wall, intending to use this magnificent building to separate the kingdom of Gilneys from the chaotic continent of Azeroth, so as to avoid the war.

The plan was a success, with a 30-meter-high and 10-meter-wide wall that was enough to hold back the most powerful army, and since then, no force has attacked them.

However, manpower is limited after all, and the Wall of Greymanne only encloses the elite area of the kingdom, leaving more than half of the land to be divided outside the high walls. The people outside the walls could no longer see the upper echelons of the kingdom except for the autumn taxes, and although the two sides were still part of the same kingdom, they formed a de facto partition.

For decades, few people inside the walls came out, and those outside the walls were completely unaware of what was going on inside the walls, a situation that remained until a month ago.

When the blue moon dominated the night sky, werewolves suddenly began to appear under the walls of Greyman, and the people of Gilneth outside the walls were so disturbed that they had to ask for help from the garrison outside the city. But it didn't work at all, not only were the werewolves not controlled, but more and more, and their actions became more unscrupulous.

More and more people died, and those who survived were even worse, all of them became werewolves, lost their minds, and joined the ranks of the villagers who were plagued. No one wanted to live in such a panicked environment, so the inhabitants outside the walls decided to leave their homes and move south.

At that moment, the only portal in the Wall of Greymane suddenly opened, and countless werewolves poured out of it. Unlike before, these werewolves were all dressed in royal costumes and lined up in strict formations, and launched an organized massacre of the people who had no time to escape.

At this point, the people finally understood that something had happened inside the walls of Greymane, and judging from all indications, it was likely that the walls had completely fallen, and all the high-ranking Gilneys had become werewolves, and the country had been occupied by evil and no longer belonged to humans. In order to hunt down their former people more efficiently, they recruited countless crazy wolves from nowhere, and fled all the way, and more refugees died under the wolf's kiss than at the hands of werewolves. (To be continued.) )