Night fell.

Bonfires were lit in the ruins of the ruined villages, fueled by charcoal collected in the ruins and firewood and grass found nearby, the warm flames dispelled the chill of the night at this time, and the bright light of the fire was a safeguard against the wolves.

Seventeen surviving villagers gathered around the roaring bonfire, stretching their legs and feet around the warm bonfire, baking their stiff joints and dispelling the chill that had accumulated over the days in the cellar, while several heavily armed Cecil soldiers stood guard around the campfire, baking the bread and jerky they had carried.

Wright, having finished his short prayer for the night, came to the villagers with a piece of bread, and the villagers were a little commotional, but after the day's contact, they had discovered that the big, frightening-looking man was in fact the gentlest and talkative of the strange soldiers, and they quickly quieted down and left a place for Wright to have a fire.

"Let's rest here for the night, warm up, fill our stomachs, and set off tomorrow," Wright said to the villagers, regardless of how much they understood or whether they were listening to themselves or not, "let's go southwest, where Cecil's forward camp is located, and someone can escort you to the safety of the south." ”

The survivors stared at the flames, at their hands and feet, or from time to time they stirred the flames in front of them with their branches, and at first no one answered Wright's words, but after a few seconds a woman spoke: "You say you are Cecil...... Is it the Cecil who fought with the lord of the lord? ”

"It was your lord who started the war in the first place," Wright said, then shaking his head, "but none of that matters...... Your lord has been defeated, and the Duke of Cecil will be the protector of the entire South, and you will all be Cecil. ”

"It's not bad, it's almost ......," said a gray-haired man next to him, shaking his head, "we'...... Alas......"

The poor words made the man unable to say anything but sigh, and Wright, accustomed to seeing clumsy civilians, did not pay much attention to it, he just glanced around casually, and then saw the little girl sleeping between the woman and the man—the one with big bright eyes: "You are her parents?" ”

"No, I'm her uncle," the man shook his head, "her parents died last year, during the food shortage. I'm going to raise Emily for a few years, and when she's a little older, I'll send her to the church in town, who wants to get it...... Alas. ”

Emily – The little girl's name is Emily.

Wright silently remembered the name, and he glanced at the little girl, who had probably heard the conversation of the adults at this time, or had not slept soundly, and when Wright looked at her, she opened her eyes in a daze.

Her eyes glittered in the light of the campfire, and she was confused for a moment, then remembered who the big man was, and she boldly met Wright, and after a moment she began to grin—not knowing what she was laughing at.

The little girl's uncle looked nervously at the somewhat reckless girl, for fear that she would annoy Cecil's soldiers and cause a catastrophe: "Emily, what are you laughing at! ”

The little girl was still smiling: "There is a circle of light around the big uncle. ”

A circle of light?

Wright was stunned for a moment, quickly looked at himself, and then saw the reflection of a campfire floating on the surface of Cecil's armor: the little girl probably regarded the reflection of the armor as some strange phenomenon.

The woman next to her immediately became nervous after hearing the little girl's words, and hurriedly explained: "Master, don't mind, this child has not been very good at ...... since he was a child."

"It's okay, it's okay," Wright smiled absently, then broke off a piece of his dough and handed it to Emily, "Here you go, eat." ”

The woman hurriedly said, "She has eaten ......."

"Children are hungry easily, she should eat more," Wright waved his hand, "Our lord has said that children are the future of the territory, and no matter how hard they are, they can't be bitter about children." ”

This strange sentence made the people around them dazed for a while, they had never heard any lord or knight lord say such strange words, but there were still some people who were curious when they watched Wright's actions, and a young man said next to him: "...... What kind of place is Cecil? ”

"One...... Incredible," Wright thought for a moment, and suddenly he didn't know how to describe his impression of Cecil, who for the first time felt a little poor in adjectives after two years of serving in the South, "...... People don't have to worry about survival, there are no nobles who oppress the commoners, all affairs in the realm are run according to strict laws, and those who enforce the laws are officials who have been evaluated......"

People listened blankly, many of Wright's words and many descriptions didn't seem to be very easy for them to understand, but they didn't dare to turn their heads like this, seeing such a situation, Wright couldn't help but stop, and after a short thought, he raised his hand and pointed to the people beside him: "You can have your own farmland and houses, and no one has the right to take them away illegally; You can go to work in the factory, and the lord will pay you; You can go to the hospital to heal your poisonous sores, and no one will drive you out of the house; You ......"

Wright looked at the little girl with wide eyes and couldn't help but smile: "Emily, you can go to school, there are many children as old as you, all in school, you can make a lot of friends." ”

"My three gods of abundance, you speak exactly as the priests say," exclaimed an old woman, "that's where we can only go after we die, right?" ”

Wright was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cried, shook his head, and began to explain more patiently what Cecil had in his possession.

The light of the jumping campfire shone in the distance, and the priest, who had lost his light, gradually coated with a warm and bright glow.

However, between the leaping firelight, a little incongruous shadow suddenly flashed at the edge of Wright's vision.

On the outer edge of the ruins of the village, between the burnt fences and the shacks, something flashed by.

The soldiers around the campfire had stopped talking, their hands cautiously resting on the hilt of their melted swords, their constant sigils, faint runic glows emerging from the seams of their gauntlets.

A soldier gave Wright a secret call in the military's signature sign language, and Wright lowered his voice and said to the villagers beside him, "Everyone, be quiet—walk slowly to the cellar." ”

Several Cecil soldiers rose from the campfire, moving their bodies in the direction of Wright, while the bewildered villagers got up one by one—but their movements were still too big and too obvious.

There were a few slight "boom" sounds in the night sky, followed by the sound of a flying object quickly cutting through the air, and an experienced soldier immediately reacted and shouted: "Crossbow arrows!" Enemy Attack!! ”

The force field shield was activated at the first time, and the outer edge of each Cecil soldier's gauntlet opened a translucent shield that emitted a faint light, and a few inconspicuous silver lights fell on the translucent energy barrier in the night sky, making a clanging sound, and the next second, the light of the fireball spell shone between the ruins, and a blazing fireball smashed heavily on the force field shield of a Cecil soldier.

The explosion of the fireball lit up the surroundings, and the villagers around Wright rushed to flee in panic, and the panicked shouts rang out, and the situation instantly became chaotic, and at the scene of the sudden chaos, the shouts of Cecil's soldiers rang out: "Civilians enter the cellar!" Others look for cover to meet the enemy! ”

One by one, the figures of the attackers emerged from their hiding places, and they kept shooting with crossbow arrows at the shielded Cecil soldiers and the unarmed panicked civilians, but because it was difficult to aim in the dark, many of the crossbow arrows lost their accuracy, and then they drew their various weapons, shouting and rushing out from all directions.

By the flash of the fireball explosion before, Wright instantly saw the appearance of the attackers—a group of outlaws who looked like refugees, but were actually wearing armor and weapons, some of them even wearing knights' robes and spellcasters' robes, these people were covered in mud, their clothes were tattered, and their bloodshot eyes were red, and they let out a madman's cry as they rushed out, and no one could have imagined their glorious and lofty appearance—

They were the remnants of the noble coalition, the ones who were defeated in Gravel Ridge, broke away from their troops in pursuit, and became outlaws in the wilderness.

Wright even saw two papal knights in church robes and swords in their hands among the screaming outlaws, and a priest of the Light in tattered priest robes!

Without hesitation, he opened the force field shield of the magic guide terminal, and then pulled out the molten sword that had been sent to his hand not long ago, and met the robbers who had fallen into the grass.

At the same time, in his mind, the information he heard recently also appeared-

After the defeat of the noble coalition, the mixed Papal Knights and the Holy Light Priests also fled with the coalition army, many of whom became prisoners of the Cecil in the brutal pursuit that followed, while the remaining were separated from the large army in the process of fleeing and luckily escaped from the pursuit, some of them fled along the path in the wilderness all the way to the northwest, hiding in the cathedral of the southern diocese of the Church of the Light, trembling - because the Cecil army, which had just conquered the southern border, had not had time to trouble the church for the time being, And those who did not make it through the wilderness and stayed in the war zone with other noble soldiers became bandits who fell into the grass.

Cecil's army is still operating throughout the southern border, chasing down the escaped aristocratic remnants everywhere, and the news that "Duke Cecil will retake the southern frontier" has also spread throughout the southern frontier, so these noble remnants wandering in the wilderness do not dare to return to their territory at all - the serfs or civilian conscripts among them are okay, after all, they are civilians in the first place, as long as they throw away their weapons and change into rags, they can easily return to their hometowns or hide in the countryside, but those transcendents, especially those who have status and status…… They are still in the wilderness, and they ...... Have a wolf in the stomach.

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