At some point, there were many simple traps on the way out of the village for Abetta's department. In particular, the second trap that hits the priest is the most irritating.

It was a socket bow with two triggers. The first person to step on it will not trigger, and the target is the second person to step on it. It spared the avant-garde knights and overturned the priests who had gone to the rescue.

Abetta's team dispersed in battle, and the highly alert watched as the knights and priests in front of them were attacked. There was not a single enemy on the scene, only a trap that I didn't know where to plant.

The priest was hit in the thigh and fell to the ground screaming. He quickly applied himself to 'treat minor injuries', but shouted for help: "Help me quickly, I only prepared a 'neutralizing toxin' today." ”

The caster has a limited number of spell slots per day, so they can only be selectively prepared.

The injured priest was not of high rank, and the second-order 'neutralizing toxin' was used by him on the knight who opened the way in front of him. Now the knight has been battered and killed, and he himself is threatened by the toxin, and needs someone else to help.

There were still a few priests in the ranks, but when they saw the tragic situation of their companions, they did not dare to move forward, and they all shrank back and asked Abeta to send troops to explore the way. Make sure there are no other threats on the road.

The fact that he couldn't beat anyone but was beaten made Abeta angry. He brandished his horsewhip and ordered a squad of infantry to grab wooden shields and escort the priest to the rescue.

After tossing back and forth for about ten minutes, the hapless priest was rescued. But the knight who opened the way in front of him was too badly wounded and poisoned, and he was already hanging.

Without any bloody process, the noble died under a nest bow used to beat rabbits, which was unacceptable to any nobleman. It's like a person who walks carelessly at night and ends up drowning in a stinking ditch.

I don't have the face to say it.

It's too wretched, it's too dishonorable.

To raise the dead, a high priest had to pray specifically to the gods.

There were only a few low-ranking chaplains in Abetta's ranks. Treating minor injuries, neutralizing toxins, and purifying food and water, they can only do simple jobs.

The real threat is helpless.

"Sir, we're just afraid we'll have to find some thieves to find traps." The squire whispered.

Abeta raised her hand and whipped again, "Where do I find a thief now?" Besides, God knows how many traps have been placed along the way? When do we have to find out? ”

There was a crisp snap, and the corners of the waiter's mouth were bleeding, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only slowly retreat. The others were horrified when they saw the Lord's anger, and they were all afraid to say anything.

Abeta breathed hard, but the road still had to go. Otherwise, hundreds of people are trapped in an unknown village, and they can't eat and drink for a few days.

"Arrange for a group of sword and shield men to go ahead, and let the soldiers test the ground and the surrounding woods and grass with their spears for traps." The Lord still has to find a way to solve the problem.

So more than 100 soldiers were arranged to the front with trepidation, holding shields and spears to explore the way. Because everyone was afraid, it took half an hour to crawl three or four hundred meters and find five or six crudely laid traps.

These traps cost nothing, and the average poor are not difficult to set up. With a few simple tools, a person can lay out dozens of them every day.

However, with these traps, the speed of the team is too slow, and it may not be possible to reach the next village before dark. Abeta asked the group to spread out and advance through the woods on both sides of the road.

But the environment in the woods is more complicated, and within five minutes of advancing, someone has stepped on a trap.

That's really a simple digging hole, which is the size of the sole of a foot. At the bottom of the pit was buried a slender crossbow bolt, which was specially designed to pierce the soles of soldiers' feet.

Only officers have hard-soled cowhide boots, and soldiers only have straw sandals. The slender crossbow bolt is really convenient for doing anything, and the soles of the feet are pierced one by one. It's also smeared with poison.

The soldiers who called for help were carried out of the woods, their faces already white. He was not seriously injured, but he urgently needed to 'neutralize the toxin', but the military priests stood by one by one.

Divine magic is all exchanged for the power of faith, and it is too wasteful to use it on a small soldier. Usually, the wounds of the soldiers are carried by themselves.

Abeta also had no intention of giving orders to the priest. He only shouted in disgust: "This waste is useless, throw him aside." ”

The poisoned soldier was thrown to the side of the road, and soon after he died of heart paralysis. Before he died, he knew his fate, and his companions were all sad, but helpless.

Once again, Abeta forced the soldiers to move on, but the pace of the group was slower. In order to save their lives, the soldiers were very careful with every step.

In order to speed up, Abeta went to the village where she had been plagued before to catch a group of poor people and forced them to open the way. This made the soldiers march faster.

But there will be traps on the road, and there will be no traps for a while, and they are completely irregular. Most of the poor people who were caught had died, and the whole day had passed. Abetta's party arrived at the next village just before dark.

A whole day of fear exhausted both the noble officers and the civilian soldiers. They poured straight into the village and tried to kill a group of people to vent their anger.

But when the soldiers violently tore down the thin walls of the village, they found that there was not a single villager in this lonely village.

The people of the village fled, food was removed, wells were filled with earth, and there were few intact houses left.

The soldiers thought they could rest, but they were so excited to enter the village that several people immediately fell into the trap.

As soon as someone pushed the door, they were poked by a row of nails, and someone rummaged through the cabinet and touched the mechanism of the 'free crossbow'. Some people finally found a sip of water, and after drinking it, they were poisoned and hung up.

There seems to be danger everywhere in the village, which makes people scratch their heads and worry about it. Even the more powerful knights must be careful not to be hit.

Not many people died in the village, less than double digits. But the blow to the morale of the soldiers was too severe. In the past, they plundered villages and towns, and at best, they were met with stubborn resistance. As long as the leader is killed, the rest of the poor will naturally obey.

But now no one can see it, only the traps that have been laid out are waiting.

It was already dark, but the villages in the wilderness didn't even have a few bonfires. Hundreds of Abeta's men stayed outside the village in a daze, hungry and with a dry mouth. They are even at risk of collecting wood fuel.

"What about the untouchables in this village?" Abeta stood at the entrance of the village, her eyes wide as she scanned the darkness.

But there was nothing but a cold wind blowing in the darkness.

Normally, as long as the soldiers kill a group of people in the village, they can force the remaining people to work hard to serve themselves. Eat, drink, Lazar, sleep, and have someone to do everything.

But now there is nothing.

In particular, the well in the village was filled, and hundreds of people did not even have saliva to drink. The priest has the 'water-making technique', but he can't even satisfy the noble lords in the team.

If you want to drink water, you have to dig a well, which is not only a technical job, but also takes time. Neither the master nor the soldier can afford to wait.

"When did the untouchables become so cunning? Where can they go? Abeta was puzzled.

The current situation is completely beyond the past experience of the nobles. They only vaguely knew that this was not something that a single villager could do, and that there must be someone behind the scenes who was teaching and organizing. Otherwise, it will not be easy to relocate the population of a village.

"Contact Hult and Kane and ask how they are doing?" Abeta ordered.

The accompanying wizard unleashes his flying pets to find the other two teams that should have followed Abeta.

Abeta chose a house to live in first. As for the knights and soldiers under them, they had to figure it out on their own. Sleeping in the open or repairing a house and building a nest all depends on their own skills. The Lord couldn't take care of it anymore.

The food can only be eaten with you dry food, and you can eat dry without water. The morale of the soldiers was reduced to a minimum, and Abeta kept complaining behind his back.

As commander, Abeta occupied a room with no way to rest, feeling that he was caught in the calculations of the enemy, and that he was in a great net that was constantly tightening.

Hundreds of people have strong strength, but they can't find opponents but are constantly consuming.

By the middle of the night, the Flying Demon Pet had not found any other Banshee Castle troops two or three kilometers away. This means that Hult and Kane did not follow.

Abeta flew into a rage, scolding her colleagues for being incompetent and shameless, and abandoning herself.

The slow-moving fuse buried in the village happened to ignite a preset dozen 'fiery glue' clay pots.

The fire is raging at night!

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