The terrible howl of the wolf echoed in the twilight, and the air was filled with unsettling and inexplicable horror. A raven swept over the fence and landed on the high tower of arrows with an unpleasant cry, like a dark ghost.

"The crows come out at night, which is not a good sign. Roy clenched the hard bow in his hand, squinted his eyes, and muttered, the cold moonlight making his raised face look extraordinarily pale.

"The crows are just birds, and you're afraid of those ferocious wolves. Roy, you're a coward. The bearded man grinned, dismantling Roy's true face, not caring if his companion would be annoyed.

Roy ignored his companion's provocation and silently withdrew his gaze. The bearded muscles were knotted, the holes were powerful, and the double-edged tomahawk he carried was sharp and heavy, and Roy had to wield it with two hands. It is said that the bearded man was a mercenary and fought against the Sassans in the north of the kingdom, although he had just joined the camp and was still a newcomer, but he relied on his own force to cause trouble everywhere, picking quarrels and provoking trouble, beating down many people, and was also appreciated by the captain, not only mixed into the militia squad, but also occupied a woman.

Roy doesn't want to be a stepping stone to a beard, let alone a beating, but his brother Quinn has a fiery temper.

"Bearded, if you see a ferocious wolf with your own eyes, you will have to pee your pants!"

Quinn squeaked his fist to the ground, his sharp gaze pinned like a knife to the center of the bearded brow. Facing the top marksman in the camp, the bearded man shrugged his shoulders indifferently, but did not continue to speak disrespectfully.

The bearded disdain made Quinn even more angry, and he said sullenly: "That ferocious wolf is blue and black, the size of a pony, twice the size of an ordinary male wolf, with fangs like daggers, and green eyes staring at you, anyone will tremble with fear." Only me and Roy are exceptional!"

Quinn and Roy are not brothers, they are free folk partners, they have been friends for ten years, and they usually make a living by hunting, to put it bluntly, they are poachers. Born in the Queens, he is skilled in archery and can shoot elk in the eye, and Roy has a pair of skillful hands, and he peels the skin to perfection. In the beginning, the two worked together to hunt black mole rats, skinning them and selling them for money. The black mole spoils crops, its meat is hard to eat, and its fur is worth a lot, but it's just too small, and it takes at least a dozen black mole rats to make a pair of leather gloves. The village chiefs have always turned a blind eye to mole hunters, and Quinn lives on Roy's craft. Back then, the two were hunting black mole rats in Duke Erickson's forest, and Quinn had an itchy hand and shot a stag, and Roy was caught by the Erickson family's rangers while he was busy skinning the deer. As a result, the two were sentenced to hard labor and imprisoned in the gold mining fortress, where they mined gold for Duke Erickson and lived a life of mining slaves. A little over a year ago, the Church's paladins raided the Erickson family's gold mine fortress and rescued hundreds of trapped lambs on the spot. Roy and Quinn are free, only to find that the Erickson family has undergone a drastic upheaval, and the territory is full of banditry, banditry, and law and order. In order to protect themselves, they joined the Free Folk gang. After several struggles and mergers, the gang they belonged to grew larger and larger, and eventually became a large free camp.

Originally, the leader of the gang wanted to set up camp in the west, where there was a small lake, fertile land, dense vegetation, abundant wild resources, and most importantly, that place was closer to the town of Raven, built by the Gambis, away from the sphere of influence of the Lord of Dodor. The backbone of the Free Folk gang are all Duke Erickson's henchmen, who have been involved in the smuggling of the Golden Sol, so they are wanted by the Kingdom of Dord. However, no one expected that the area around the small lake would be the habitat of ferocious wolves, and there was more than one. Cunning and cruel, the wolf is a terrible beast, and Quinn and Roy have witnessed the bloody scene of the wolf slaughtering their fellow freedmen, and they are half scared to death. The freedfolk group had to migrate more than 20 kilometers east along the creek and finally set up camp on the south bank of the creek.

Bearded is a latecomer who has not experienced a ferocious wolf attack, and he mocks Roy for his cowardice, which naturally provokes Quinn's displeasure. However, the bearded man did not miss the opportunity to strike at his companions, and he always tried in every possible way to erect his position.

"Hehe, the cowards will be frightened by the cry of the ferocious wolf behind the fence. ”

"You!" said Quinn, who was speechless, as the wooden fence of the camp was 12 meters high, the width of an adult's arm, made of three layers of iron pine wood, filled with gravel, dirt, and mortar, and rammed solidly. Not to mention the fierce wolf, even the knight has no way to break it with a single blow, not to mention that there is a four-meter-wide trench outside the fence, and there are 12 arrow towers erected in the fence, each arrow tower is arranged with a powerful military heavy crossbow, and the whole camp can be said to be impregnable. At least Quinn felt safe in it, he didn't know why Roy was pale, and he guessed that his brother was sick.

"Roy, did you have a bad stomach? Why don't I go and talk to the head so you don't have to be on duty today?" asked Quinn worriedly.

"Who doesn't have to be on duty at night?" A tall man walked over, he walked steadily, his demeanor was majestic, wearing leather boots and trousers, with cowhide gloves, a coat of hard leather armor, and a shiny full-body steel ring armor, holding a fine iron short spear and an iron oak round shield, and a sheathed long sword hanging from his waist, his fierce eyes swept over, and more than thirty militiamen sitting under the fence hurriedly stood up, and the bearded man was the first to greet him, and said flatteringly: "Lord Moore, you are here." ”

"How many times have you said it, don't call me sir!" Moore patted the bearded man on the shoulder, and said with a pleasant face, "It's not good if it is heard by real adults." ”

"Yes, yes. The bearded man nodded and said, "Captain, Roy's kid was frightened by the cry of the fierce wolf, and wanted to pretend to be sick and go back to rest." ”

Everyone laughed, and Quinn's face flushed with anger, and he loudly defended, "No! Roy, he ...... He was eating badly. ”

"Is that so, Roy?" asked Moore coldly.

"Head, I'm fine. Roy explained uneasily, "It's the crows that make it annoying." ”

"Quack!" the crow on the arrow tower let out a shrill cry very cooperatively, and Moore looked up and frowned, and ordered Quinn, "Shoot that deadbird down! ”

"All right!" said Quinn, the crow in the twilight was just a hazy black shadow, but it was not a good mountain archer. However, the moment the arrow deflected, the crow flew first, and Quinn shot into the air, shouting, "This damn crow has been watching me." ”

As soon as the words fell, a scream came from the arrow tower, and a man fell, and the crimson liquid fainted under him, like a broken humanoid water bladder, and the sweet smell of blood was disgusting. Everyone looked at each other, and Captain Moore roared, "Quinn, you idiot has shot someone!"

Before Quinn could defend himself, there was another scream from the tower, this time with the sharp sound of the arrows breaking through the air, and then the screams on the tower, and the guards waiting to take over were panicking and shouting on the pedals behind the fence, and countless crows flapped their wings from the towers, the stables, and the roof of the shed, and they formed a flock of crows to circle above the camp and scream. The laughter of the dead birds woke up the whole camp, the hounds barked, the horses screamed, the women and children cried, and the men scolded, and the whole camp was thrown into chaos in an instant.

"Enemy attack!"

Captain Moore shouted and gave the order, "Go and ring the alarm bell for someone, and the others will follow me on the pedal to support the brothers on the wall!"

A clever militiaman broke away from the ranks and rushed to the alarm bell. "When" "When" "When", the alarm bell rang for a long time, coming from the fence on the east side of the camp. The eastern fence was also attacked? Captain More's face changed drastically, and he gritted his teeth and climbed onto the combat platform, knowing that the militia from the east would not come. "When" "When" the alarm bell sounded to the south, and the men poured out of the shacks, and Moore had some comfort.

There were more than 500 young and strong people in the camp, as well as 60 elite soldiers and 3 midshipmen, most of whom did not know that the leader and backbone of the camp were working for Viscount Negus. This free camp can be said to be a military stronghold of Viscount Negus. The three apprentice knights led the descendants of the soldiers to guard the two gates in the north and south and the cavalry stables. Moore, a former soldier of the Erickson family, was assigned to guard the southern wall because of his master's involvement, and he couldn't figure out why the enemy didn't attack the exit of the camp and instead attacked the fence, but he knew very well that his former colleagues would soon be able to organize more than 100 young militiamen to ascend to the platform. As long as you hold on for a while, the Trainee Knight will also bring people to support, and the enemy will definitely return with a feather.

"Don't panic! Don't panic! We have a trench in front of us, and there is an iron-wood fence, and the enemy can't rush up! Stand in their respective firing positions, and prepare your bows and crossbows!" another captain, Ned, shouted a loud greeting, and the panicked militia quickly calmed down when they saw Captain Moore climb onto the combat platform with reinforcements. Roy stood in the firing position, and with the help of the moonlight, he saw dozens of black shadows rushing towards the fence more than two hundred meters away, their speed was comparable to that of a charging war horse, and they broke through more than a hundred meters in just a moment.

"How can you run so fast? Are they all knights?"