Bishop prepares his hammer, while Zhou Qingfeng keeps an eye on his uncontrolled anvil.

In the valley, six or seven kilometers away from the town of Dense Fog, a smoking village could be seen in the distance through telescopes. The fence wall of the village was completely torn down and several houses were on fire.

More than a dozen bodies were hung from a tree outside the village, under which were the relatives of the victims.

An aristocratic army of several hundred people occupied the village. But the village is too small to live in. So they divided a group of people to camp outside the village.

From the beginning to the end, this army has always been grouped and not scattered.

"These guys have learned to behave." Zhou Qingfeng put down the binoculars and handed them to the old banker beside him. "But they're not good enough."

Old Banker observed the tragedy in the village, and his face was expressionless.

As an 'old noble', he couldn't say anything, he could only serve the lord to the best of his ability, and hoped that this dragon slayer would become an evil dragon soon.

Lord Hugo is wise, decisive, strong in execution, and has the potential to evolve into a 'dragon'. The Buchi family originally had a ninety percent chance of winning Coldwind City, but now they were forced to win fifty percent.

Does anyone know that the cold wind city was very empty a few days ago, and the whole city was handed over to Wilson of the Inspection Department to preside over the management. Only the low-level apprentices of the Wizard's Tower in the city are considered the strongest combat force, and the rest are only ordinary cavalry and infantry.

If the nobles of the Banshee Castle had been a little more daring, they might have pierced the window paper this time. But after beating Exxon, that opportunity was gone.

Healy took Mondino and the others back to Coldwind City, and even Todd's orc guards were not left behind. Only Adrian's Kill Squad was responsible for working behind enemy lines.

In addition to the strange maid by Zhou Qingfeng's side, only Old Banker is the focus of care. As for the 'Shadow', he stays in another dimension in the alchemy workshop.

Putting down the binoculars, Old Banker asked puzzledly, "Your Excellency Hugo, what are you going to do next?" ”

"...... me?" Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, "I'm not going to do anything." Next is what to do with the people who live here. ”

Old Banker turned his head again, and twenty or thirty inconspicuous villagers lay behind the hillside. They are dressed in tatters, their faces are yellow and thin, and their equipment is equal to zero, so they don't look like they have combat effectiveness.

There are no binoculars, but just looking at the smoke of the village not far away, the villagers know very well what is happening in the village. Some were crying in low voices, others were gently comforting.

Despite his lack of experience, Adrian's secret camp completed the first 'short course'. The grievance meeting brought the sufferers closer together, and for the first time, the people in custody were in the collective.

Zhou Qingfeng was originally worried about whether he could organize the loose hearts of the people.

But he underestimated the human instinct to keep warm, the cohesion brought about by collective cooperation, and the determination of the poor under the oppression of the aristocracy.

Twenty or thirty villagers are the 'best of the best' in training. They elected their own captains and lay down on the slopes of the valley until dark, discussing with each other how to act.

Some ideas were more reliable than Zhou Qingfeng had imagined, so he only provided the necessary information and logistical support, and let the rest go.

One night passed, and the next day the sun rose again.

Lord Abetta, who was stationed in the village, came out of a dilapidated house, and the attendants brought him cups and wooden plates for washing. After wiping his face briefly, the Lord asked, "Was there any movement last night?" ”

"It's safe." The attendant shook his head and flattered: "Master, your strength is too strong. Hugo must be far away when he sees you, how dare you provoke you? ”

This was meant to curry favor, but Lord Abeta slapped the attendant with his backhand and shouted tyrannically, "You know a fart." If Hugo had been so easy to deal with, Exxon wouldn't have died. ”

The attendant covered his swollen face and had to smile.

Abeta hated that these fools were like pigs, so she could only call the herald again, "Let those rabbit cubs get up for me and continue to sweep the next village."

We must be fierce and fierce, more fierce than the enemy, in order to achieve victory. Anyone who stands in our way will die.

Send someone to contact Hoth and Kane, who are nearby. If I'm in trouble, they'll have to come and save me right away. Hugo of Coldwind City will definitely not stop, maybe he will be peeking nearby. ”

With Abeta's bursting drinks, the heralds hurried to give orders, and the aristocratic armies inside and outside the village gathered one after another. The lord grimaced, and with a whip in his hand, he went to urge himself.

Anyone who dared to slack off, he stepped forward and gave him a hard beating.

Abeta was so powerful that the soldiers and even the noble officers who were pumped did not dare to say anything, even if they were pumped to the point that they were covered in blood, they had to endure it.

Everyone in the team was terrified and fearful of this lord, but it must be said that his men were ruthless and had basic discipline.

Within half an hour, a team of about 500 people gathered out of the village and set off in a double column. The noble knights in the team acted as the vanguard guard, and the scouts spread out at least a kilometer to ensure that they were not attacked during the march.

Less than 500 meters out of the village, the mount of a noble knight in front of them suddenly raised its hooves in pain and neighed. Abeta in the team was extremely excited when she heard this.

"Was it an enemy attack? Hugo's men have finally appeared. The front team of knights spread out and let the infantry form a formation. Wizard, prepare to summon Hult and Kane, who are behind you. Let them find a way to outflank ...... from the left and right"

Abeta happily gave several orders in one breath, and the men and horses out of the village changed from columns to horizontal formations, and from marching to battle. But when all the postures were set up, nothing happened outside the village.

The avant-garde knight walked back to himself and reported, "Lord, I have come across a nest bow. ”

What......?

Abetta's joy vanished, and he followed the avant-garde knight to investigate, first seeing the horse lying in the middle of the dirt road, and then seeing a man-made bow on the side of the road.

In fact, it is a stake driven into the ground and a resilient branch is tied. A pedal is buried in the middle of the road, and if you step on it, it will trigger the branch to rebound and shoot a small crossbow bolt that is caught in the top.

The avant-garde knight had a big life, and the crossbow bolt did not hit him personally, but the large horse. The crossbow bolts were also smeared with strong poison, and with the physique of a war horse, it would also be dying.

I thought that I would encounter a menacing and ferocious surprise attack, or an overwhelming number of enemy troops, and even a heads-up duel would be fine.

But what does it mean to have a bow on the side of the road? This thing is usually used for hunting, and it can only deal with small prey such as rabbits, and even larger wolves can't kill them.

"That's what you're across?" Abeta asked, staring at the avant-garde knight.

"That's it, indeed." The avant-garde knight faced the lord, scared and innocent. "I was in charge of opening the way in front of my head, and I crashed into it."

It's so annoying.

Rogues who don't dare to fight head-on play this kind of unpopular thing.

War horses are valuable war materials and cannot be easily discarded. While the wounded horse was still dead, Abeta called a priest to treat him.

The priest took a long time to remove a slender crossbow bolt from the horse's belly, and also paid for a 'neutralization of the toxin' and 'healing of minor injuries'.

"Be careful." Abeta ordered.

The avant-garde knight stepped back on his horse, reassuring the Lord that he would be careful and would never be plotted by such a despicable trap again.

The horses galloped slowly, and the avant-garde knights paid special attention to the ground. As a result, he ran a hundred meters and hung a thin thread hanging from a branch on the side of the road.

With a pull of the thin line, another poisonous crossbow bolt shot out of the branch. This time it is right in the neck of the avant-garde knight.

Abeta was still standing in place, watching her subordinates fall and scream for help.

The priest who had just rescued him hurriedly went up. I don't know what I stepped on halfway through. Another bow was fired from the side of the road, knocking the priest down.

...... hiss, and then Abeta gasped.

(Highly recommended children's drama, super cute little Russian girl.) ）