There was a dead silence in the audience. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info then the beastly roar rang out one after another, accompanied by the sound of heavy crashes and the dull cracking of bones.

I groaned and stuck my head out of the pile of tables and chairs, feeling all my guts dislodged by the kick. But as soon as I saw the scene in front of me, I couldn't remember the pain on my body, my eyes were wide open, and I could stuff an apple in my mouth.

Edgar said leisurely, "Your jaw is dropping." ”

The Commander, who had kicked me down a few seconds earlier, lay on the ground and pulled out, the leg that had kicked me bent at a strange angle, and looked broken. The Nord man who pushed me had his arm around his neck from behind, and his back couldn't come back, and it looked like it was probably broken. The others fell to the ground, twitching and moaning. Only Edgar drank for the rest of his life, and not a single drop of the wine in front of him was spilled.

Edgar frowned as he saw me emerge from the pile of tables and chairs, "So you don't know how to punch or kick at all, that's bad." ”

I patted the dirt on my body in embarrassment, and in fact the ragged clothes were not dirty. I said, "I'm a person who prefers to convince people with reason, and I don't do much fighting." ”

Edgar glanced at me, "Nerd." He took a sip of his wine and said, "Go to the square and save the people, your neighbors must be tied up like dead pigs by now." ”

When I came to the square, I found that, as Edgar had said, all the people, including the old village chief, who was over seventy years old, were tied hand and foot and thrown on the ground, some of them were moaning, some were crying for help, some were chatting, some were joking. When I walked over to help them untie the rope, the seventy-year-old village chief suddenly shouted: "Emmons, what are you doing? This is the rope that the chief himself tied for us, why do you untie it?"

How can I explain? Yes, I was blindfolded all of a sudden. I even spent a few seconds thinking about it, and when I couldn't figure it out, I asked him, "Why can't I solve it?"

The village chief said angrily: "You are relieved, what should I do when the sub-chief comes back and sees it, the chief is just tying us up now, and when they see it, they are angry, maybe they will kill someone!"

Edgar's sneer suddenly came from behind me: "Do you think that they will be done with tying you up, and then they will take you to Tiha, hand you over to the sheriff there, say that you are a gang of bandits, or traitors, and then hang you one by one at the gate of Tiha!"

Edgar's words were so shocking that as soon as he spoke, the whole square fell silent, and only the sound of snow falling could be heard.

The village chief was the first to react and roared: "You are, you are a foreigner, and it is you who they want to arrest! You still dare to appear? Do you dare to confuse the people with such evil words? Sir, what about the sir? Sir, come quickly, the person you are looking for is here!"

Of course, no commander will answer him.

The village chief then said in horror: "You, what happened to you, sir, you foreigner, you bandit, robber, murderer, you brought disaster to our village, you are going to exterminate our village!"

Edgar let out a "hiss", and suddenly flashed in his hand, and he took out a throwing knife out of nowhere.

My heart jumped, and before I could speak, I saw a flash of knife, a flying knife flashed in front of me, stabbed at the village chief, and disappeared in a flash.

The village chief stopped talking, and the whole village was so frightened that they couldn't open their mouths. I looked back at Edgar, my eyes filled with horror. Edgar stretched: "Why are you looking at me with that kind of look, you're too nervous." ”

Then, when the village chief suddenly moved, I realized that the rope that bound his hands and feet had been broken by the knife.

The village chief looked at the broken rope on his hands and feet in a daze, and was speechless for a long time.

Edgar suddenly shot his hands in quick succession, and several flashes of knife flashes, and the villagers on the ground were loosened one by one. Some of the villagers who were loosened were trembling with fright, some were touching their heads to think, and some were crying.

When everyone was untied, I suddenly noticed that Catherine was missing from the crowd. I saw Jeffrey raise his leg to slip away, and he had a fresh fist mark on his right eye. I rushed up with an arrow, and I didn't know where I got the strength, but I actually picked up Jeffrey's collar and lifted him up: "Where's Catherine? Don't say you don't know!"

Jeffrey's mouth shook for a long time, and finally said, "I really don't know ......"

Edgar suddenly appeared behind me: "Oh, he's not telling the truth. ”

Jeffrey hurriedly said, "I really don't know!"

I pointed to the left side of Jeffrey's face, "So what's the lipstick print? I remember this is Catherine's lipstick color today!"

Jeffrey was speechless.

Edgar suddenly pulled out a nail-like object from his bosom and plunged it into the tip of Jeffrey's finger, and Jeffrey screamed at once, and I immediately got goosebumps.

"Don't blame me. "It's you who want to know where your sweetheart is." ”

I didn't say anything, and Edgar pulled out another nail and shook it in front of Jeffrey's eyes. Jeffrey immediately screamed like a pig: "I said, I said, before the assembly, three Nords dragged Catherine to the cave behind the village......

My head buzzed to the ground, and the blood rushed to the ground, and I kicked Jeffrey down, picked up a pickaxe, and ran towards the cave behind the village, feeling a sense of foreboding growing stronger.

Sure enough, when I came to the cave at the back of the village, I heard excited and lewd laughter from inside, and Catherine's deformed screams and begging for mercy. Two torches are stuck in the rock wall, and the dancing flames bring light and warmth, but who can know that such a criminal and terrible tragedy is happening beneath this light and warmth?

My eyes skipped over the tattered, struggling Catherine on the ground, and the undulating Nords above her. Almost in the blink of an eye, before I had time to think about it, the pickaxe in my hand smashed the man's head, and blood and brains sprayed all over Catherine's chest.

The two Nords laughing and shouting on the side were stunned, and before their laughter had stopped, they saw the headless body of their companion lying on Catherine. I was startled by myself, too, but the first drop of blood in my life brought out a deeper ferocity in my bones. With a loud roar, I pulled out my pickaxe, and like a hoe, shoved the sharp tip into the panicked chest of the Nord man nearest me.

The last Nord finally reacted, and with a roar, he picked up his one-handed axe from the ground, and slashed it at my head, and I raised my pickaxe to block, and with a bang, I was pushed by the force, and the pickaxe fell to the ground. The Nord then pounced, and the axe fell like crazy, but the next second, his face turned terrified, as if something unthinkable had happened.

One hand grasped his fighting axe, and immediately, the axe seemed to be embedded in the mountain, and he could not pull it out and cut it down. It's Edgar.

Edgar glanced at Catherine, who was staring blankly on the ground, and let out an unbearable sigh. Then I saw his fist slam into the Nord's face like an angry bull, and then the Nord's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering the cavern with blood and brains.

I crawled over to Catherine, kicked the dead Nord above her away, and covered her snow-white body with her torn clothes. Catherine's eyes were hollow, staring straight at the top of the cave, her hair sticking to her face with sweat, now frozen into ballast. I probed her breath and she was dead, leaving this world in utter despair and humiliation.

I don't remember how Catherine was buried, or how she ran back to the village in a mad way, smashing the heads of the Nord brutes lying on the ground one by one with a pickaxe, and tearing their bodies apart. After the village chief was horrified and announced my expulsion from Buyoune, I left my hometown with Edgar without looking back, along with a dozen silent Nord boys. My career began on that icy snowy night. Later, Edgar said that he did not expect that I would actually kill people, and that it was two in one breath, and he said that at that moment my image of a nerd in his mind was completely turned upside down, and he saw a silent and wounded beast.

In fact, this is what many people have said to me later, when it comes to the angry Emmons, the first impression that flashes through their minds is that of a gloomy young man with an elongated military hoe in his hand.

Edgar led a dozen of us out of Buyune and south along the River Val. To the south is the Jieshan Mountains. I know that Edgar wants to take us back to their hillmen's territory, and in Nord, only the mountainmen's territory can shelter the murderers of the vigilantes.

Edgar said, "Do you see now how the decaying kingdom of Nord has maimed and ravaged you? You have worked for them, and you have given you a few dinars that you have earned for your hard work all year round, and you have even paid for your sausages and cheese at the end of the year, but in exchange for taxes that have become heavier and heavier every year, and patrols that do not know when they will come to the village again. And you have to endure all this, can you endure it?"

The dozen or so young men clenched their silent fists and shouted, "Can't!" and flames erupted from their eyes.

Edgar said, "Then follow the example of Emmons, and as he did, with your hoes, and with your sickles and hammers, to break the heads of all those who oppress you!"

The boys raised their fists and shouted, "Knock, knock, knock!"

Edgar nodded with satisfaction, and he said, "I am satisfied with your enthusiasm, from now on, I announce that a dozen of you will form a squad, with Emmons as the captain, and Caesar, and you as the vice-captain." In my absence, you are to obey the captain's orders absolutely. ”

Then, Edgar looked at me, "Emmons, I know you're very articulate, would you like to make an inauguration speech?"