Al and Eric would never have imagined that they would encounter orcs in such a situation, and when they were younger, they had also fantasized about their victory after fighting the orcs. However, as they grew older, orcs became a kind of 'reference' in their conversations.

"They're taller than I thought they would!"

Only Eric could utter such an exclamation at this time.

The view from the second floor of El Villa was very good, he and Eric looked at the direction of the Sushui River, a small sailboat on the bank of the river, a huge war drum on the boat was very conspicuous, and under the war drum, an orc warrior was sweating profusely waving his thick arms, and the deafening drum sound came from there.

The villagers, who had received the lord's notice and were slowly packing their bags, were attracted by the sound of drums, and they stopped laughing and following the prestige, and then they seemed to have seen something terrifying or unexpected, and their faces were shocked with a hint of surprise!

A band of orc warriors walked towards them with axes.

They walked steadily, and they didn't make a series of unpleasant screams.

Perhaps because of fear, or perhaps because of curiosity about the orcs, the villagers did not run away in the first place!

Until a battle axe was thrown from the hands of an orc, it drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the next moment, the brain mixed with hot blood sprayed out, a villager's head was cut in half, and a bloody battle axe was quietly inserted into the ground.

"Haha!"

The orcs laughed arrogantly and roared in a language they couldn't understand.

"It's an orc! Run!"

No one cared who the unlucky guy with his head cut off was, and after a scream, everyone began to flee for their lives.

The orc warrior swaggered into the village, and the orc who threw the axe pulled his tomahawk from the ground and wiped it on the corpse next to him. The orc warriors didn't chase the fleeing villagers, the imaginary killings didn't come, and the warriors kept moving at a consistent pace under the scolding of their squad leader, searching for the villagers' forgotten luggage because they had fled.

"They're looking for supplies!" Eric said.

"It should be, right?" Al nodded in agreement, he didn't care what the orcs were doing now, "It seems that the city of Byan has fallen, these are the scouts of the orcs, and their army may arrive here at any time!"

Al said as he walked into the room, "I think we should evacuate as soon as possible!"

"They're looking for supplies!" repeated Eric as he followed Al.

Al raised his eyebrows and turned his head to stare at Eric, "What do you want to do, my friend, you don't want to tell me that trace of so-called noble blood is boiling in you, are you? You're not a knight now, you're just a farmer!" he walked towards his bedroom, his old butler had been waiting for a long time with a leather armor.

Eric ignored his friend's sarcasm, for he was used to it, "Listen to me, El! The orc expeditionary force has arrived here from the deserts of the far north, their supply lines must be terrible, we can't let them get their way!"

Al walked through his villa, and he was still calm.

Because, when he was young, he had seen the battlefield of King Laubert's ascension to the throne, and the scene was a hundred times more tragic than what had just happened, but his hands trembled a little, because of the instinctive fear of the unknown such as orcs, he changed into leather armor with the help of the old butler, and the familiar smell of leather made the nobleman fall into a brief memory.

When he heard Eric's words, he immediately retorted: "Enough, Eric, my friend, don't think of yourself as a savior, the lords have already transferred the food from this area, and the orcs can't find any supplies! Don't take those lords for fools, they can think of what you can think of, and they can think of what you can't think of!"

"The granary in the village is full of grain, have you forgotten? It is the private property of the nobles, and Viscount Pedi must have forgotten this granary when he transferred the grain!" Eric snatched the sword handed by the old butler and hung it on his body, "Doesn't your farm have a squad of private soldiers?"

"They're just a bunch of farmers, slightly stronger farmers!" Al smiled wryly, "You don't expect them to do things for you, do you? I dare say, it only takes one orc warrior to get them!"

"I won't let them fight the orcs!" Eric turned and walked downstairs, "You get out of the way, I'll be there later!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the door, and was about to disappear into Al's eyes.

This scene seems similar to Al's eyes!

His vague memory seems to be the scene of his young man's fantasy of fighting with the orcs - to protect the weak and powerful knights!

However, the protagonist in reality at the moment is not him, but his friend Eric.

"Eric!" Al shouted, he was subconscious, just at that moment, he also wanted to go with Eric in his heart, this is the most instinctive thought of a nobleman, but when Eric turned around, he avoided the other party's eyes.

Finally, he said, "I have a little oil there, and the guards of the farm know it's there!"

"Hey, hey!" Eric laughed, "I know the oil, my friend, do you think you're hiding it?"

In El's stunned state, Eric's back had disappeared at the door!

Al wanted to say something more, but Eric was already far away, and he knew that Eric really wanted to make a career and make his father proud of him, but the reality was cruel, and he was almost forty years old and now he was just a farmer on a farm.

In fact, he himself didn't want to do something to restore his family's former glory.

But he never took that step!

He looked down at his growing belly, the weight of the leather armor made him a little uncomfortable!

He hadn't worn this thing in almost a decade!

With a sigh to himself, he went downstairs, took the saber his father had given him, and grasped it in his hand.

There was a flying fish pattern on the hilt of the sword, which was the family crest of his family, and when Al looked at this family crest now, he didn't know why, he felt a little dazzling, he quickly handed the sword to his butler and asked him to keep it, and at the same time thought to himself: Pass it on to my son in the future!

Most of the servants were frightened away by the deafening sound of war drums and screams at the moment, and they didn't even know what was going on in front of them, and they just subconsciously fled with the crowd.

Beyond the gates of the villa were Al's bodyguard, Yabut, his wife and children, and the old butler's family, all standing quietly by several carriages waiting for their master.

Yabut was a mercenary, he ended his career as a mercenary because of Al, he swore eternal allegiance to El like a knight, and he always fulfilled his duty.

Al looked at Yabut's wife and son, as well as the old butler's family, and then said to his old butler, "You ride in the carriage with your family and their mother and son, and I will ride today!"

The old butler glanced at Al and walked to his family's side, he would never question any of Al's opinions, and Yabut wanted to persuade, "Your Excellency, you..."

"Haha!" Al interrupted his guard with a laugh, "I'm a nobleman, and I've been trained as a knight since I was a child, do you think I'll just lay lazy in the carriage and fall asleep?"