Eric's town is finished.

Marcos Eric knew the fate of this border town the moment he saw the orcs appear outside the city walls.

As a baron of the Nolan Empire, this town is a fief he wants to protect, but the army of orcs is not something that this town of only 3,000 people can resist.

When the wolf cavalry of the orcs jumped onto the walls of the town in a single leap, he knew that this place could not stand it.

Despite everyone's opposition, Marcos fled from the other side of the town with his clan and the craftsmen of the realm in a wagon, dragging all his wealth.

Before leaving, he also ordered the town's spontaneous militia to intercept the orcs.

But he knew that all this was in vain, the Orcs that the army of the Nolan Empire couldn't stop, what did the militia of a small town use to resist?

This order was simply to buy him some time to escape.

Sure enough, after he fled the town, the town that took two hundred years to build was plundered by the orcs, and all the civilians who had not had time to escape returned to the arms of death.

Although the civilians he abandoned had been looking at him with hatred since they escaped from the town, he didn't care.

As a baron of the kingdom, a noble nobleman, a group of filthy commoners did not qualify for him to give in.

Isn't it supposed to be what this group of rude and inferior commoners should do to make sacrifices for the nobility?

He thought he had made the right decision, and if it weren't for the civilians who had held back the orcs, he would have become food for the dire wolves.

The orcs invaded the Nolan Empire to plunder food, and they won't leave until they have taken a small town and emptied the food.

The filthy and disgusting orcs had no idea what was most valuable.

Marcos sat proudly on horseback, looking at the five carriages full of silver puck and various precious stones guarded in the center by more than thirty guards in full armor behind him, and praised his wisdom in his heart.

Every winter, he would load the most valuable things in his realm on wagons so that the orcs could flee as quickly as they could.

Living on the borders of the Empire, this wise approach kept the spark alive for his family.

As long as he waits until the beginning of spring next year to return to the town, it will all be his.

At the back of the line, two young figures looked at the carriage protected by the guards in the center, ready to move.

"Brother Rakel, are we really going to do it?

Marcos has more than 30 guards, can we win? ”

Ollie's young face was a little frightened, and he couldn't release the uneasiness in his heart as he looked at Marcos sitting on horseback.

The majesty of the nobles had been as hard as the walls of Grimm City under their long reign, and it was a great crime to attack a nobleman, and he knew that if the news spread, he would be wanted by Grimm.

The mercenaries and bounty hunters will be happy to trade his head for a bounty.

The questioned Rakel was a burly young man, with short blond hair that made him look like a lion, and a large sword with two palms wide behind his back proved that he had good strength, and maybe he was still a good fighter for fighting the wolf cavalry.

"No, Ollie, if we don't do it, we won't have a chance again when we go to Green City.

We escaped from the small town of Eric without a single copper puke, and the noble lords didn't care if we were dead or alive.

We need this money, and everyone here needs this money"

Rykel turned his head to look at the hundreds of people gathered around him, and his tone was full of tragedy.

When the orcs broke through the town, they were already dead, and they would starve to death if they fled to Grimm City without food and wealth.

Winter is just around the corner, and no one can afford to wait.

What's more, a nobleman who abandons the commoners is not worthy of their respect.

"Brother Rakel, we all listen to you"

Ollie gritted his teeth and looked at Marcos's back full of hatred, if he hadn't ordered the militia to stop the orcs, several of his friends wouldn't have been killed by those dire wolves.

"When I get close to Marcos, I'll attack the captain of his escort, a mid-level professional, maybe more than level 7, and a formidable opponent.

You will storm the convoy as soon as I make my move, and we will surely be victorious.

Don't be afraid of death, your family and children still need the loot you have snatched back, if you don't succeed this time, none of us here will be able to live."

If they don't do it, they will die, they can't resist this winter, and they can still have some hope of surviving, even if it is a cowardly farmer, they have left behind their inner cowardice at this time.

Civilians living on the border, the cowardly, are dead.

"May the Goddess of Life be with us."

Raker took a deep look at the solemn-looking crowd around him, and turned to walk towards Marcos' motorcade.

When Marcos heard the servant's report, he invited Requel, the most prestigious of the civilians, to his side.

Riding a horse and looking down at this burly civilian, he said arrogantly: "Recker, although you are a resident of my town, if you want to join my escort team, you must also show your skills. ”

"Your Excellency, I am willing to fight against your captain of the guard, I believe that your eyes can see my strength"

Rykel bowed slightly, and looked very calmly at the vigilant guards on the side, and after he made his intentions clear, the original vigilance of these guards relaxed most of them.

Planning, in the step-by-step process.

"Hahaha, okay, since you are so confident, then I accept your request.

Nda, go ahead, let this challenger see what you're capable of, and if you think it's okay, don't hurt him.

If it's a megalomaniacal shit, then show me his head."

Marcos said arrogantly with his head held high.

When Ryker saw that Marcos' captain of the guard had been tricked off his horse by him, the killing intent in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

Holding a big sword in both hands, like an angry bull, he rushed towards the other party in the most violent way.

Each step leaves a footprint on the ground.

Warrior Skill - Raging Impact,

The civilians who had been waiting for a long time immediately let out a roar of anger after seeing Reckel's move, and this group of civilians living on the border used the most tragic and bloody way to fight for the chance to survive this winter.

It's all about living.