"Demons...?"

Long-term darkness will indeed invade a person's mind, Ye Ming's expression at the moment is a little sickly hideous, he seems to be enjoying, enjoying the pleasure of controlling the lives and bodies of others.

The long sword slashed through it, and the armor was shattered, but it did not cut the skin, even if he peeled the girl into a white sheep, only small red marks were left, showing his unparalleled control.

"As long as you can come out, what if you can be a demon!" Ye Ming looked at her with playful eyes, and raised his chin with the tip of his sword.

The girl stubbornly turned her head, and what could happen next made her feel sick, just as her father and brother had done.

She hated all men, except the 'Omenwolf Wolf'.

To the Ravenstonians, the Omenwolf is a barbarian who has come to destroy their peaceful land, but to the Misty Mountain people, the Omenwolf is the savior of the Misty Mountains!

"It's a pity..."

The girl closed her eyes in despair.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

There was a small sound of horses' hooves.

Ye Ming noticed that her pupils trembled slightly.

The few warriors who could ride horses from the Misty Mountains were the main force of the army, and unlike the robbers who were usually used as cannon fodder, they were obviously better equipped.

Axes, spears, swords...

The messy weapon configuration is a bit disorganized, and the various chain mails that also rely on looting are demarcated, providing them with good protection.

"Kill him! he's Lance of Ilcutlin, commander of the Ravenstonians!" the girl shouted for help when she saw reinforcements coming.

She was keenly aware of the sword blade swimming on her body.

Here's your chance!

The girl suddenly turned over and jumped up, grabbed Ye Ming's wrist holding the sword with one hand, pulled out the dagger hidden in the boot with the other, and stabbed him fiercely in the neck.

"Hehe, a senseless counterattack!"

Ye Ming sneered and avoided the blade, hit the girl's ribs with his elbow, knocking her out fiercely, and fell to the snow not far away, gasping for breath.

However, the Misty Mountain Man had already launched a charge, and he could only stop the pursuit with some regret, holding his sword in both hands with a solemn expression, and put on a defensive posture and waited in place.

After all, the bonus of a person's combat effectiveness by using the horse's strength is more than a star and a half, and he can't help but be cautious when facing a group of charging cavalry alone.

"Kill!"

The barbarians whistled in a variety of primitive styles, led by a shaman whose skeletal helmet stood out among the vast majority of unarmed Misty Mountain people.

Quite different from ordinary priests, the shamans of the Misty Mountain are mostly quite brave warriors, usually clad in a scale-chained breastplate, armed with a staff, and throwing axe.

The barren Krens Mountains were not able to provide good mounts for their religious leaders, and those were usually transferred to the Omenwolf Guard.

As a result, he had to ride a horse that, like the warriors around him, was unequipped with a horse.

Ye Ming held his breath, adjusting the orientation of his body from time to time according to the tips of the chip, so that he was in a position that made the cavalry of Misty Mountain feel awkward at any time.

"Poof!"

The blade pierces the heart.

As a result of the chip's perfect calculations, he managed to roll over, avoiding the trampling of the galloping horses' hooves, and then grabbed the thigh of a Misty Mountain cavalryman, ripped him off his horse, and killed him with the long sword in his hand.

"Damn!"

The remaining three horsemen, led by the shaman, turned their horses' heads, and some hoarse and muffled voices came from under the skull helmets.

"Zero, draw up the best kill plan!" Ye Ming calmly commanded.

The short distance between the two was no longer suitable for the horse to charge faster, and without the powerful impact, these Misty Mountain warriors were just prey in his eyes.

"The best plan has been made!" the information provided by the chip spread out in his mind, and the tiny red dots in the retina marked the order in which the men were killed.

Ye Ming picked up the one-handed battle axe left behind by the dead cavalryman, and actually took the initiative to rush towards the Misty Mountain people.

In the shaman's incredible eyes, he quickly cut off a thigh and two horse legs, and threw the battle axe in his hand at close range, directly stuck in the skull of a Misty Mountain warrior.

In a short moment, there was one dead and two seriously injured - the cavalryman who had his horse's leg cut off fell and unfortunately broke a few ribs, and looking at the twisted arc of his wrist, it was estimated that he would not be qualified to hold a weapon in his life.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

At the moment when the shaman was stunned, three sharp arrows struck with the sound of breaking wind, accurately hitting the throats of the three people who were unprotected.

"Bang!"

He grabbed the arrow with both hands, and unwillingly fell off the horse, smashing on the snow. Ho...' wanted to say something, but his open mouth was full of blood.

Ye Ming shook his head and walked over and pierced his heart with a sword.

"Your Excellency!"

The archers in the woods are revealed, three of Ravenston's Rangers.

They rode over and looked at the corpses around them and the naked body of the girl beside them, and a trace of awe and embarrassment flashed in their eyes.

It seems that he accidentally disturbed the interest of the adults, but Lord Lance is really tough, and not only is it okay for so many Misty Mountain barbarians to besiege him, but even the Bearclaw Berserker was beheaded by one of his sword owls.

The three of them were secretly talking.

"How's the situation?" Ye Ming asked.

With an indifferent expression, he pulled out the long sword, clamped it on his wrist to wipe away the blood, and returned the sword to the sheath.

The screeching sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard brought the Rangers back to their senses.

A cavalryman eagerly rolled over and dismounted, and came over with the reins.

"My lord, the brothers have suffered few casualties, and they have been assembled in Ryan Town, but—" He knelt on one knee and respectfully handed over the reins.

"But what?" Ye Ming raised his eyebrows.

"It has been besieged by the barbarians of the Misty Mountains, and Adjutant Igor has taken over the command of the local garrison and is organizing men for defense. The Ranger thought for a moment and added, "We were sent specifically to find you. ”

"Well, Igor..."

Ye Ming nodded, took the reins and turned over on the horse, but suddenly his body was stunned, and he almost fell off the horse because of his unsteady movements.

"Your Excellency?"

The Ranger's keen eyes observed the mottled blood stains on his armor and the arrow holes behind him that were still foaming with blood, and hurriedly reached out to help, only to find that he had already sat down steadily, so he had to withdraw his hand a little embarrassed.

How... Like a different person?

He noticed that his adult seemed to be suddenly much weaker, and his originally tall appearance had become sluggish and rickety.

"Maybe it's because of the exertion of physical strength, and the arrow wounds on his body," he thought, as the surrounding battlefield was messy.

"It's okay..."

Lance waved his hand to show that he was okay, he straightened his armor, tied his sword to the belt around his waist, and asked the ranger a little weakly, "What's your name?"

He felt as if his body had been hollowed out, and a few simple movements made a fine bead of sweat appear on his forehead.

The god named 'Nidaya' has departed.

Lance felt something in his heart, and he still remembered the moment when he felt that his body was completely out of control, and he could only watch the slaughter as a spectator.

That's right, slaughter!

That's a powerful presence!

For the first time, he knew that the sword could still be used in this way, and it was crisp and elegant, and it slew all enemies in an instant.

"If only I could learn this sword technique from the god of 'Nidaya'...", Lance thought with some longing, "But that god doesn't seem to be from the good camp..."

He looked at the naked body of the girl not far away, thinking about whether to put this unrealistic idea behind him.

The girl had a smile on her face, she couldn't be saved, the cold took her life away as well as her body temperature.

"My name is Martin, my lord!" the ranger's voice interrupted his musings.

"Thank you, and you, all of you are good!" Lance came back to his senses and nodded in acknowledgment.

Despite the excruciating pain, he managed to squeeze out a smile.

Having grown up in an orphanage, he knew exactly what these ordinary warriors longed for.

Respect, honor and recognition!

The reason why the old aristocracy has been able to continue the family for thousands of years is that a qualified heir must learn these means of winning the hearts and minds of the people - he said he is working on it.

Maybe it's because Lance's own strong record is enough to make people feel broken, and it's rare to be so approachable.

Martin and the others excitedly bowed their right hands to their chests and swore an oath: "In the name of 'Ulle Witt', I swear to serve my lord to the death!"

That's the god that all the Pander rangers believe in.

Lance nodded, knowing that his feats would soon spread through the mouths of these Rangers, in some tavern or in the bed of the Maiden, and that his reputation would reach a new peak.

But despite the approval of these fighters, he was still a little worried in his heart: "I don't know what 'Nidaya' needs, and what price should I pay..."

There is never free food in the world, and if you want to get it, you have to pay.

When he was ten years old, he understood this truth after knocking down the eldest child in the orphanage for the first time and snatching back the black bread that belonged to him.

He looked at the corpses on the ground and felt like he owed a huge debt.

"Let's hope it's not an unacceptable price," Lance thought with some uncertainty.

He is still full of gratitude to the god 'Nidaya', and maybe his future life will be extraordinary because of this?

"Let's go, target the town of Lane. ”

Lance tugged at the reins, his eyes firmly renewed. The most important thing now is how to deal with the Misty Mountain barbarians who are besieging Ryan Town!

"Yes, sir!"

The Rangers replied loudly.

Martin turned over and jumped onto the horses left behind by the shaman, and after the rangers chased the frightened horses one by one, in the bright moonlight, the group hurried in the direction of the town.