"Be patient!"

Grush, who was hiding in the grass, whispered to the man behind him, and then turned his head to look at the group walking in the woods.

It was the private soldiers of the local lords, who had come to exterminate the 'rebels'.

Although there was only a ten-man squad in their sight now, the woods were already occupied by the lord's private soldiers, and they no longer had any place to hide.

As soon as the team in front called out to the others, the other private soldiers who were searching the woods would arrive in a short time and surround them.

Expressionless, Grush crouched in the grass, with a sword and a book hanging from his waist, and beyond that, he was left with a muscular body and a linen coat.

He had given his tattered armor to the leader of the rebels, thus becoming the commander of the group, and his mission this time was to attract the attention of the privates, and cooperate with the other teams to eliminate them when they gathered here.

Although he was followed by more than a dozen people, they were all thin and yellow-skinned, and there were not many muscles on their bodies, including a few underage children and a few women.

The team he commanded did not have a single man of prime age or young man except for him, except for a few children and women, the others were all old men, and even a lame man.

Because according to the words of the leader of the rebels, their task this time was simple, they only needed to attract the attention of a group of soldiers and hold them back, and there was not much to fight, so no one except him had a decent weapon.

In fact, not many of the Rebels had a decent weapon, and if it weren't for their inability to wield the Blazing Sun, the leader of the Rebels might have asked him to surrender the sword at the beginning—he remembered well that at that time, the man's eyes gleamed with greed.

The others squatted behind him tremblingly with sticks, their eyes fixed on the group of private soldiers, and they had already held their breath, not daring to look away for half a second.

Grush knew they were scared, and perhaps they had a vague idea of what their mission was this time - not to attract the attention of the enemy and hold them back, but to simply 'send them to death'.

Because Grush had spoken to them, he knew that there would always be a group of people who would be taken out by the leader, and that every time the leader returned, the group would never return again.

The leader didn't want him to stay in the 'resistance' because his presence could threaten the leader's position, so if nothing else, he might 'die' here this time.

Not only did he lose his status as a 'legend' and 'paladin', he also lost his 'Holy Light'......

He was no longer a transcendent, just a physically sturdy mortal who would be wounded and die when facing an army.

So, does he want to continue to act according to the task assigned by the leader and carry out this encirclement and suppression?

Grush closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“...... Stay here and don't move!" he instructed the others, then walked in the direction of the left hand hand side in their blank gaze, and emerged from the grass into the sight of the soldiers.

The group of soldiers was stunned for a moment, but then a look of ecstasy came to their faces, "Here they are!"

The privates shouted in unison, and then a hideous smile spread across their faces.

Because of the devil, some commoners gained strength, some chose to resist, some succeeded in resisting, and some did not, but they succeeded in making the nobles of the Kurt Kingdom panic.

This time, they no longer have any worries about the continued existence of the 'rebels' in their territory, and they simply sent troops to exterminate the 'disobedient mud legs'.

Kill a rebel, whether it's a man, a woman, or a child, and they'll be rewarded!

Before, they were still wondering if they should go to a village and slaughter a few mud legs to recharge, but they didn't expect that now one of them actually ran out by himself.

The private soldiers sneered and drew their weapons, although the guy in front of him looked relatively strong, but he was only one person, even if there were other people in ambush around, but everyone knew that those 'disobedient mud legs' were so poor that they could have the money to buy weapons?

I'm afraid this guy in front of me is a decoy used to attract their attention, so the equipment is so good - heh, this childish tactic has long been seen through by them!

"The sword he carries is mine!" suddenly a private soldier shouted, his greedy gaze firmly bound by the long sword worn by Grush's waist, and he could no longer take his eyes off it.

When he shouted, everyone else looked over, and then everyone's eyes lit up, and they all shouted: "What yours, whoever grabs it belongs to whom!"

"That is, whoever grabs it is counted!

They didn't take Grush in the slightest, because there was only one person standing across from them!

Grush's ears moved, and he heard other movements in the woods, and the birds were startled from the trees, and it seemed that other soldiers were rushing to this side.

He frowned, then drew his long sword, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, felt the heavy weight in his hand, and let out a long breath.

"Yo, do you want to resist?" a private soldier shouted in surprise, and then raised his weapon and rushed over.

The others didn't move, smiling as their colleagues rushed over, and some were even ready to scream.

They were all guarding against the rebels who were lying in ambush around them, and even if they knew that those mud legs couldn't beat them, it would hurt to be hit with sticks.

"The steps are vain, and the wrists are weak!"

Suddenly, Grush let out a loud cry, startling the rushing private soldier for a moment, and then he saw a silver thread stretching in his eye, and before he could react, he had been stabbed into the eye socket by the long sword.

"Ahh

Everyone else was startled by him, staring at the corpse and the long sword that was still dripping with blood.

The sword glowed with coldness, as cold and merciless as the user.

Grush stepped forward, and the privates jumped to their feet in fright, their hands hurriedly clenched their swords, and their eyes fixed on the man.

How could it be, how could it be...... How could he kill someone so easily?

The private soldiers' hearts were beating wildly, and fear and panic spread in their eyes.

"No, don't be afraid! he's only one man!" just then, a private soldier stammered, "I, let's go together!"

"Yes, let's go together! Kill him, kill him!"

"Kill him, up!"

The other privates hurriedly responded, using words to inspire their hearts and strengthen their courage.

They shifted their steps and glanced at the others quickly, only to find that none of them had any inclination to rush forward, so they kept insulting in their hearts.

Grush didn't speak, because that trick could only be used once, and after using it once, it wouldn't work well for anyone else.

Then it was time to compete in sword skills and combat experience, and with his strength, it would not be difficult to eliminate these private soldiers in front of him......

"Help, help!"

A scream suddenly came from the direction behind him, Grush's body shook, and he hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see the dozen or so people he led running out of the grass in a panic.

His gaze skimmed over everyone, and his heart suddenly shuddered—the lame man hadn't followed!

"Are you stupid that you still call us for just such people?"

Laughter came from that direction, and then another group of soldiers streamed out of the grass.

Grush's heart sank, because he was no longer the legendary paladin he once was......