Sives clung to the bucket as if it were his whole life. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He kept running forward, the water of the barrel jolting and shaking, splashing out and sprinkling his clothes.

The linen shirt on Sives's upper body had been soaked through, and it was all attached to his muscular chest.

Unlike the coldness on his chest, his eyes were fiery.

Not far away, the firelight was slightly revealed, and the smoke billowed to the sky went straight to the courtyard with earthen walls, which was reflected in his light blue pupils, which was particularly shocking.

But the road is getting harder and harder.

The meadow that could be walked through in dozens of steps was like an ascetic feat for the current Sives.

A flint feather arrow made of a vulture tail feather, stuck in his left thigh, the knee slightly upward, dug deep into the flesh, blood dripping down his thigh from the burrly shaft of the bamboo arrow.

There was also an identical feathered arrow stuck in Sylves' back, and the wound was deeper, and even the clothes around him were dyed a shocking crimson.

But even so, the man only held the barrel and limped forward.

All he could see was the burning courtyard in front of him.

"Help, ahem, help, Dad. Daddy, save me......"

One of Syves's faces was pale as paper due to constant blood loss. But every time he heard this voice, it was as if he was injected with a force.

There was a man waiting for him.

It's a girl who calls him Daddy!

After about twenty seconds, the heroic father finally stumbled open the door of his house.

He looked at the glowing wooden house in front of him.

Billowing smoke, mixed with flying sparks, burst out of the slightly open door and the windows on either side.

Sives's heart burned like a fire.

"Help, Dad, ahem, ahem......"

Fortunately, the voice still came out intermittently.

Clutching the barrel, Chris still stumbling forward.

After stepping through the door, he finally gave up his eyes on the water in the bucket. Just now, because he was so nervous and urgent, he didn't even have time to pull out the feather arrow in his leg, so he went to fetch water and prepared to save his daughter.

"I'm here to save you, kid......"

Muttering these words, he ran forward with all his might.

His embarrassed body passed through the corpses of three evil jackals, who lived like jackals, one of whom was holding a longbow made of purple shirt wood tightly in his hand. It was he who shot and wounded the leg and back. But as it aimed at the father's chest and was about to shoot a third feathered arrow, a wood-chopping axe came out of its hand and plunged into its forehead.

After stepping past the evil jackal, Sivis was unsteady on his feet.

He felt the weight of the barrel in his hand.

At the same time, his eyes gradually blurred, and when he looked back at the wooden house. As he swayed, he saw three identical rooms in front of him, overlapping each other.

In the blink of an eye, it has become four.

Sivis shook his head vigorously.

He let out a loud cry and struggled to lift the bucket in his hand, causing the water to fall over his head and drench all over his body.

With the stimulation of the cold water, Civis tried to move his legs forward, trying to limp across this last distance, "Wait for me, child, your father is here, waiting for me ......"

At last he was so close to the door, only five or six paces away, that he could push it open and save his daughter.

However, at this very moment, Sives's ears heard a boom.

Then another roar resembled a beast's roar reached his ears.

Out of the instinct to guard against crises, this big man subconsciously followed the prestige, and there was no one on the horse.

A tall, five-meter-tall wild demon was slamming through the earthen wall in front of it, reaching only its chest.

For the time being, Sivis was sure of one thing, and that was that it was smiling at himself, and that ugly, bat-like face was so hideous and terrifying.

There was another rumbling sound, and the wild demon in tattered leather armor had smashed through the earthen wall and strode into the courtyard.

It is only a dozen meters away from Sives.

This distance is only five or six steps away.

Despair.

This terrible emotion now permeated Civis's heart.

Even when he was healthy, he might not be able to fight such a strong and huge monster. What's more, at this time, he can't even stand on his feet.

As soon as he thought this, Cives's body began to sway, and his eyes were even more overlapping phantoms, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. When I close it, it seems that I can't open it anymore.

"Dad-Dad, cough-cough-cough......"

However, hearing this voice again, Civis suddenly straightened up. He roared to cheer himself up, and rushed forward without looking back, ready to save his daughter from the smoke-filled house.

But the valiant father, who had barely taken two steps, tripped over a raised stone on the ground, and then fell all over.

The arrow piercing his left thigh pierced even deeper, and the sudden sharp pain made Civis can't help but wail.

At this moment, he was exhausted.

But even though his consciousness was about to be in a trance, he still tried to struggle to get closer to the burning wooden house, like a moth with a broken wing, but still clinging to the flames.

The wild demon had already stepped up to Sylvis's side, and was about to step on it when suddenly it heard a rumbling sound behind him. Then, its smirk remained forever on its ugly, pustular-strewn face, and its widening eyes were a little unbelievable.

This burly and abnormal monster, the part of its back near its spine, has burst out of a blood hole the size of a basin, and there are still many sharp pieces of broken ice on it.

Al also held up the magic gun in his hand.

The Hippogriff beneath him had already taken a step forward, and the moment the demon fell, he rushed to the side of Sivus. Immediately, he slammed his head into the left side of the wild demon's body.

Eventually, the demon's massive body deviated from its original trajectory.

It finally collapsed towards the burning earthen house, with a "bang", and its head slammed against the high threshold.

Sivis was unharmed.

Al hurriedly unfastened the trap lock on his leg and leaped off the eagle horse.

Just as he was about to lean down to check on the man, he suddenly said the most weak voice from the other person's mouth, "There is someone in the house, go quickly......

Just then, another faint voice sounded.

"Dad-Dad, cough-cough-cough, save ......"

Al, with a black and gray face, soars in the sky on a hawk horse.

He deliberately sat at the back of the saddle.

The father and daughter who were rescued by him were being tied in front of him with a rope that was half loose.

Two arrow wounds on Cisvis's left leg and back were simply treated by him, not only were the arrows removed, but also tied up to stop the bleeding.

Carefully balancing the Hippogriff, Al landed down in the crowd below.

Before he could hit the ground, he shouted forward, "Commander Angus, I have found two more survivors here, it seems to be a father and daughter." ”

Angus raised his head and looked at Al falling from the sky, a charming smile on his face.

Immediately, this "plain-looking" but somewhat extraordinary man in military uniform also opened his mouth and shouted forward: "Friends of Rog Village, what is happening here? We are the men of Master Maximilian, and we came to you on a hippoGPH last night. As agreed, I was going to change some water and food this morning......"

As he was shouting, there was a sudden commotion in front of him.

The battlefield, which had been silent for a while due to the arrival of Angus and them, suddenly became lively again.

This is the heart of Rogue Town.

Unlike other places where fireworks are rife, it has not yet been ravaged.

A wall of more than 10 meters high and made of piles of boulders defends this boxy area. Inside the stone wall was a hectare of land. Only in the middle is a high platform, and the rest of the place is full of lush meadows. The high platform has a regular pyramid shape, and now its steps are filled with piles of figures of men, women and children.

At the top of the platform, a square stone floor, five or six meters higher than the surrounding walls, was placed on a dozen counterweight catapults, and the sides were piled up with thick pebbles.

Standing in the last place, on either side were a gray-bearded old man with a catapult, looking at Angus and their arrival, his face was surprised and delighted, almost like an old man.

Unlike him, who was so reserved, the villagers gathered around the high platform gradually began to have a heated discussion.

"Reinforcements are coming......"

"Is that the team that came out of nowhere last night......?"

"Yes, it's them. When their leader came to town, I heard them say that there were more than a hundred of them......"

"It seems that his name is Maximilian, but I heard that he is not from Garan, but from a far away place......"

"We have saved ......"

Half of the crowd's eyes were on Al who was riding a hawk horse and sliding down. Especially those who are familiar with the father and daughter of Sivis even vaguely judge their identity.

The other half of the rest is naturally aimed at Angus, who reports his origins.

In contrast, the alien army concentrated on the east side of the wall, preparing to attack the gate on that side, was somewhat silent. Obviously, I was very reluctant to see this group of uninvited guests arrive.

After reporting his identity, Angus looked behind him again, and he commanded the back of the crowd: "Hurry up and treat the townspeople, there may not be time later." ”

At this time, the knight in disguise was at the front of the crowd.

Behind him was a line standing in an arc.

Behind the outermost part of the arc were two rows of more than twenty human soldiers armed with demonic wind guns.

Together, they defend those in the arc.

There were about twenty or so villagers of Rogue Town, standing or lying around them. Beside these wounded villagers are human soldiers who help them bandage their wounds, and dragons who perform blood healing spells.

The latter, in particular, is particularly interesting.

In the astonished eyes of others, these two meters tall, with a giant axe on their backs, and full of armor, were doing the sacred work of saving lives and helping the wounded.

Patches of blood-red mist poured out of their strong bodies. And under deliberate manipulation, it intertwined into a strange python shape and burrowed into the dying bodies of the villagers around them.

In the end, the father and daughter of Sivis who were lying on the ground regained consciousness one after another after being entered by five or six blood gases.

"Gnevere, my dear Gnevele, you're alright......"