"Tap, tap, tap..."

The horses galloped cautiously through the woods.

The scenery around is rapidly receding, which is already the fastest speed that can be run while trying to avoid accidents.

Lance didn't know that the god who had saved his life was thinking about what to do to get him to despair.

His heart was full of anxiety at the moment.

Three days ago, news came from the ravens that a hunter had found a large number of Misty Mountain barbarians near Lane Town, and with the shaman's full moon cycle approaching, it was not difficult for Lance to deduce that these Misty Mountain Barbarians were very likely to attack Lane Town.

And now, on the way to patrol with his Ranger brigade, he was ambushed by the elite of the Misty Mountains in the depths of the dense forest near the town of Lane.

After completely calming down, after inferring various details, Lance realized that the order he gave on the battlefield was a big mistake!

The town of Ryan is definitely a well-woven trap!

The 'Omenwolf Wolf' knew that he was coming, and knew when he would come, although he did not know why, but it was nothing more than a traitor among his own people.

The large number of Misty Mountain barbarians mentioned in the letter is amazing, and it is impossible for him to bring only a small number of people to investigate, and because of the pursuit of speed, it is natural that only the rangers can come!

For the barbarians of the Misty Mountains who lack horses, even the toughest Bearclaw Berserkers can't stop the Rangers' throat-piercing arrows, and only the people of Ravenston can restrain the Livingston Rangers!

The 'Omenwolf Wolves' are going to force them into the city and wipe out all the mobile forces under their command!

It's a brilliant dead end!

It doesn't matter if you die or not, even if you can escape back, you can only wait for help, after all, without the support of the Ranger forces, it is only a matter of time before Ilketlin falls.

The last thing these Misty Mountain barbarians lacked was the population, and once they stormed the castle without fear of casualties, Lance really didn't have the confidence to protect the people in his territory from infringement under the tactics of crowds.

"So that arrow was deliberately missed, the purpose was to influence one's emotions, so that he could make a wrong judgment in a hurry...?"

In this way, all kinds of irrationalities in the ambush process of the Misty Mountain people can be explained.

For example, why is the resistance in the direction of Ryan so weak, and when the ambush is deliberately fired to reveal his intentions, and the attack on Ryan is just right, etc...

Even if he was not present at the time, it is not difficult for Lance to speculate that it must be a situation where there is a glimmer of hope in that desperate situation, so that his adjutant Igor can order the rangers to enter the city to help defend against it, after all, he is not a fool when he is promoted from a civilian to a knight!

Lance smelled of conspiracy.

He absolutely didn't believe that this method of showing the level of a master everywhere would be arranged by a Misty Mountain barbarian, even if he was the chosen son of the Misty Mountain people boasting!

He pulled the reins and controlled his mount to lunge left and right, dodging obstacles in the woods.

There was no time left for the Rangers to explain to them, and they could not afford to give up their country's people, and every minute and second seemed so precious now.

"No matter what, the Ranger Brigade must not be lost!" Despite the excessive blood loss from the wound and the fact that his eyelids became heavier and heavier, Lance still held on to the last trace of illusion: "Igor, you must hold on...!"

"Your Excellency!"

Martin let out an exclamation.

He saw that his lord's body suddenly stiffened, and he actually let go of the reins, and stared at his hand on the horse's back in a daze—which directly caused him to fall off his galloping horse and slam into the snow with a 'bang'.

"Huh~!"

Two Rangers quickly grabbed the reins and stopped controlling their horses, while the other Ranger sped up to catch up with the empty horse.

"Your Excellency?"

Martin was the first to roll off his horse, trotted over to pick up Lance, and reached out to probe his nose.

"How's it going, Martin!" asked the ranger on horseback nervously, taking control of the horses left behind by the Misty Mountain barbarians, and for a moment he couldn't let go.

"Fortunately, the adults just passed out. Martin crossed his hands under Lance's armpits and dragged them vigorously: "Come down and take a hand!"

"Good!"

The ranger rolled over and dismounted, tied a few reins to the trunk of a nearby tree, and rushed to help.

Lance's burly body and heavy stomach made the two of them tired, and it was not easy to resist them on horseback, and they were a little speechless for a while.

"What to do??"

"How do I know...," Martin replied.

Another Ranger returned with an empty horse.

"Why don't we send the adults back to the castle first?" After roughly judging Lance's injuries, he opened his mouth to suggest, "There are no doctors in Ryan Town, and it is currently under siege, in case the adults he..."

He didn't say the next words, for fear of committing a taboo.

"Okay! That's it, if the adults wake up and blame me, I'll do it!" Martin gritted his teeth and decided, "But I'll have to leave one person back to report to Lord Igor, and find out what's going on in Lane by the way." ”

"I'll go. Handing him the reins of the empty horse, the ranger offered to ask for his life.

"Okay!" Martin took the reins and instructed with some anxiety, "Be careful of the ambush of the barbarians of the Misty Mountains, and remember to ask Lord Igor to send someone to deliver the latest information to the castle when you arrive." ”

"Understood!"

The three of them no longer hesitated and headed for their respective destinations.

The forest is silent again.

Until the scattered snowflakes gradually covered the hoof prints, and the snow crushed a branch or two.

The howling wind brought distant shouts.

The war has broken out!

Everywhere there was a frenzied crowd, the warriors were dismembered by the swords in the roar, the women were crushed to the ground at will**, and the children were ravaged like toys in the midst of wild laughter!

Ryan is done!

When the Rangers found Igor in the streets, the fearless lieutenant commander had half of his head cut off by the axe blade and was lying in a pool of blood with white brains.

It's an unequal battle!

Roughly as Lance had guessed, the Misty Mountain barbarians who had besieged Ryan Town before were just bait waiting for the big fish to take the bait.

Before the Rangers who had repelled a wave of attacks could cheer, a huge army of tribal clans under the banner of the 'Omenwolf Wolves' climbed the hillside not far away and gathered around the border town.

The low walls didn't give the Livingstonians much of an advantage in their resistance, as the Misty Mountain barbarians roared and climbed the walls with their bare hands.

The slaughter has begun!

After giving up the mobility of the horses, even if Igor resisted to the death, the Rangers shot one quiver after another, but they could not withstand the crowd that gradually swallowed them up.

The city walls, the streets, the low bungalows...

Fighting is everywhere.

From time to time, you can see the staging of feats and hear the despair of heroes.

The flames ignited everything the people of the Misty Mountains could see, and their army did not stop, leaving some of them to loot and collect materials, and then hurried on their feet.

It's nothing more than an appetizing dessert for the Omenwolf wolf, and he's aiming for all of Livingston!

The Ranger tried to break out, and he wanted to get the word out, and his special compound bow shot deadly arrows that pinned those who dared to stand in his way to the ground.

But he shouldn't have been in town in the first place!

The narrow roads of the town were not suitable for galloping, and when his companion, who had been with him for three years, was impaled in the head by a flying spear, the ranger had to draw his two-handed greatsword from his back, roar into the crowd, and cut his enemies in half.

That's right!

Although they are more adept at bows and arrows as rangers, they spend only a third of their training on how to master the slashing of greatswords.

But the people of Ravenston are never short of courage!

In this regard, the Rangers considered themselves to be much better than the Highland swordsmen who were good at using two-handed heavy swordsmen in Shenford.

It's just that manpower is limited after all, and the blade will eventually be dulled.

When he had to carry a long sword to slow down his physical exertion a little.

A bear-claw berserker with a giant axe on his shoulder, brutally pushed away the miscellaneous soldiers from the small tribe, and strode over.

"Hey, Warrior!"

He sent out an invitation to a duel: "Tell me your name, you are worthy of a warrior's death!"

The Ranger looked behind him in silence.

The road to Ilcutring had been completely blocked by more and more Misty Mountain barbarians, and there were fewer and fewer Ravenston warriors still fighting around, except for the occasional scream to prove that they had not given up their resistance.

"I hope Lord Lance will notice—" He knew that his life had come to an end, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

The people of the North are proud after all!

He looked at the corpse of his Ranger brother who had taken the lead and raised his two-handed broadsword and rushed forward desperately.

"Kill !!"

The Ranger shouted that he was destined to die today.

Like the nearly 10,000 martyrs who died in the tragic Battle of Ryan in 199, he and their names don't have to be known to the world, and the glory of the Livingston Ranger will live on forever!

"Bell !!"

The blades of the sword and the axe clashed together with a piercing roar.

Enraged by his attitude, the Bearclaw Berserker roared and knocked his sword flying, kicking the Ranger hard in the stomach of his chest.

The furious force knocked him straight out of the air, and he fell into the arms of the nearby onlookers, crushing at least three unlucky people under him.

"Shhhhh

The clear indentation in his chest and stomach caused the Ranger to gasp, and the sharp pain in his body caused him to stagger to his feet, and fell to his knees under the push of the Misty Mountain barbarians behind him.

"Ranger!

He raised his head and shouted loudly.

The Bearclaw Berserker slashed down with a merciless axe.

"Poof..."

The round-eyed head flew into the air!

The final image reflected in the Rangers' pupils was of the Misty Mountain people crossing the town, following behind a tall, burly figure, toward the land they had dreamed of for generations.

The churning flames around the sky reddened the sky!