The old chief sighed and sat in the main room, the gray beard and the deep folds of his face made the old chief a little dull, and his thin body with the chainmail shirt that was obviously one size bigger looked a little funny, although the armor of the chainmail shirt was polished, but the dark red rust at the crack of the armor was quite obvious, and the chainmail shirt was older than the old chief.

Worriedly, he took a sip of the rye wine mixed with water, and listened to the chaotic noise outside, and the old chief sighed heavily with a sad look on his face, and looked out from time to time with expectant eyes.

The human life in the rocks is very miserable, and the sources are quite complicated, some of them are criminals who have been exiled from the Cormier Kingdom for thousands of years, some have committed capital crimes in Cormier, and have to flee to the rocks in order to survive, and more are taken captive to the rocks by the orcs and goblins who went south.

The human stockade hunted in the mountains, collected all kinds of mountain goods and medicinal materials, picked up iron ore, and the strange spell casting materials needed by the mage, and the smuggling team with the background of the Cormier fortress garrison exchanged cloth, coarse salt, iron pots and other materials for the production of the human stockade.

The orcs of the rocks are very shrewd in their treatment of humans, and they are keenly aware that under the same conditions, humans know how to manage more than orcs, so the orcs will not slaughter the human stockade, but will treat the human stockade like a harvest, and when necessary, they will plunder the property and population in a controlled manner, carefully let the human stockade survive half-dead, and sometimes supplement the population that has gone south to raid the human stockade that is too weak.

In the rocks, the human stockade has to face the orc tribes, the gnolls, the goblin tribes, and in recent decades, the newly rising barons of the rocks, these powerful adventurers and aristocratic young sons, who are still secretly fighting with the garrison of the Cormier Fortress for the benefit of the smuggling team, and the human stockade is mixed with the misery.

The current situation is both good and bad for the human stockades, the orc army is going south, the barons of the rocks are either killed in battle or fleeing, and the various stockades are more or less supplemented to the lords of the barons' fiefdoms, and the various non-human races in the rocks have gone south, and they have suffered heavy losses in Cormier, or they cannot return, and the tribes left behind have been plundered by the Ferin Demon Kui, and they have lost a large number of people, and now the strength of the various non-human races and tribes in the rocks has been greatly damaged.

But it's winter.,The raiding team that was supposed to return failed to return.,The red-eyed non-human race began to use the method of exhausting and fishing to deal with the human village.,Although the strength of the human village has risen a lot recently.,But after all, the time is still short.,It's really difficult to muster courage in the face of the object that has been robbing you.,Plus it's been a long-term commitment to self-preservation.,In the face of other villages' requests for help.,If you don't have a relationship with your in-laws, it's not bad if you don't fall into the well.,Where is willing to rescue with your life.,So during this time, the loss of the human village is more than ever. 。

The old chief looked in the direction of the gate, was speechless for a long time, and lowered his head in some disappointment, the two nearby stockades that were related by marriage to the stockade had been broken, and although he had sent messengers in other directions, where would anyone come? When he was sighing secretly, he suddenly heard his grandson shouting: "Coming! Coming! Our soldiers are coming!"

Looking at the reckless young man, the old chief scolded: "How can we soldiers! We have long been abandoned by Cormier! That undefeated king Yazel IV has never taken care of us outcasts, could it be that his iron-hearted daughter will still take care of us?"

At this time, the old chief heard the shouting and killing outside, but his heart was shocked, if there were really soldiers, it could only be another village, thinking of the temperament of other villages, the old chief felt bitter in his heart: "I'm afraid it's not the jackal that has gone, and the tiger has come again!"

The old chief hurriedly got up, and couldn't let those young people open the gate of the village in a hurry, but the body that had been sitting for a long time was numb, and he stumbled under his feet, and the young man hurriedly stepped forward to help, and he didn't care about resting, so the old chief hurriedly took the young man to the wall.

Many people were stunned and applauded outside, most of the men were tied with thick hemp rope to two pieces of leather as armor, some of the wealthier ones were tied to the iron pot of their homes on their chests, some were really down-and-out and wore light armor made of thin pieces of wood and broken skin, the men were either holding hunting bows or freshly sharpened wooden spears in their hands, and a few large iron pots used to kill pigs and pork in midwinter were burning vigorously, and the pot was boiling human and animal dung, which exuded an unpleasant smell.

The old chief tried his best to stay away from the cauldron as he watched the situation outside.

A woman covered in black smoke flew in the air, throwing huge black fireballs at the goblins on the ground from time to time, a woman riding a huge wasp threw something at the goblins, the goblins who were smashed were engulfed by the flames that suddenly burst from time to time, a man on a black horse flew in the sky, commanding the troops, and more than thirty riders on camels shot fiercely at the goblins with their riding bows, the goblin archers had already lost their formation in the bombardment, and the spearmen could only face the enemy with arrows, but in the end they were cut off by a chain armored cavalry that suddenly appeared, and the formation of the goblins completely collapsed。

Everyone on the wall watched in amazement as Link rode "Hope" and trampled on the fleeing goblins, whose heads shattered under the obsidian hooves, and the cavalry drove the goblins to a hillside, and the frightened goblins surrendered on their knees, the riders pulled out hemp ropes and handled the captives, while Link flew to the height of the walled wall on "Hope" and looked directly at the chieftain.

The chief looked at the defeated two hundred or so goblins in a daze, looked at Link who looked directly at him, shivered, and hurriedly spoke: "This hero, our village will never forget your great kindness, I don't know how the small village will reward the hero?"

"All men, women, and children in your village will be mine. Link replied coldly.

"And what's the difference between you and the goblins?" asked the chief, holding back his anger.

"I don't want money, I don't want food, I don't want salt, I don't want you to be hard laborers, as long as you become naturalized in the commune, you are not bullied by foreigners, and you are an upright person! You welcome us, train our children, and follow the commune to build the stockade, and the foreigners will be repelled by the commune when they come! If you don't want to be an upright person and let those orcs and goblins bully, then we will retreat immediately, and your stockade commune will not be saved!"

Looking at the panicked villagers, the old chief sighed and retreated gloomily from the wall, Link landed on the ground, the warriors gathered around Link, Balusa continued to fly in the air boredly, Misha smelled the smell of burning feces in the air, and ran away on her mount in disgust.

After a long time, there was a creaking of the door opening.

The old chief walked ahead, a group of women carrying wine and meat, men carrying linen and coarse salt, and the old chief knelt in front of Link.

"There are five hundred and thirty-four men, women and children in Oaks Village, and they are willing to belong to the heroes from now on. The old chief clasped his head heavily and gestured to the back.

The villagers followed their previous experience with the orcs, and the women and children sent their mink, fungus, pecans, mushrooms, copper coins, broken silver pieces, and other belongings to the commune warriors, and the men held linen and coarse salt above their heads, and several handsome women forced a smile and wanted to feed the warriors wine.

But the warriors stiffened and did not move, threw the belongings in their hands to the ground, and pushed away the woman who came up, the old chieftain was shocked, and there was a burst of fear, and before he could think about it, the man was helped up by Link, only to hear a soldier veteran shouting: "Whoever takes the property of the villagers privately, behead!

The villagers stared blankly at the array of belongings and warriors on the ground, and the old chief opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.

The tribal flags on the arrow towers were taken down.

A red flag fluttered in the wind.