Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With the addition of new members, the life of the Edith family has improved significantly.

Edith's grandmother had a smile on her face every day, and the little girl had finally started her real childhood.

Albert gradually settled into the simple village life, and he liked the simple and kind villagers, except for the vile and greedy farmer.

Although his life is now very comfortable and happy, Albert has never lost sight of his goal. He has never slackened off in improving his strength. In addition to hunting and daily life, Albert devotes all his spare time to cultivation. He meditates for at least five hours a day, and exercise is a must. Now, Albert's magic strength and physical strength have improved greatly, but there is still a short way to go before he breaks through.

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In the evening.

Albert hummed a ditty and walked towards the village.

He had good luck today, successfully capturing two gray wolves.

When Albert saw the outline of the village, he vaguely saw the shadow at the entrance of the village, and he didn't know what he was doing.

He was a little curious, and it was the first time he had encountered such a situation. On weekdays, the villagers are immersed in hard work, and there is no time to gather.

Was it a local festival? Albert guessed in his mind, his pace quickened a lot, and he didn't want to miss the first festival after arriving in the village. When Albert got closer, he found many people dressed in similar costumes standing at the entrance of the village. At this moment, many points of light suddenly lit up in the direction of the entrance of the village, and Albert squinted his eyes and looked with all his might, and found that the light was actually dozens of iron weapons with flashing edges.

"Oops. Albert was so frightened that he hurriedly abandoned his prey and ran wildly towards the village.

As he ran, he faintly heard some conversation.

"Hand over young men and beautiful women. ”

"Don't think about it, unless we die. ”

"I don't know what to do. ”

"Fight with these damn bandits. ”

"Robber!" When he heard this word, Albert, who had reached his limit, felt like a divine help, and his speed increased again. Little Edith must not be hurt in the slightest, Albert gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body trembling and complaining.

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The villagers fought with the robbers, and for a time shouted to kill the heavens.

A small number of the robbers were apprentices, and several of the leaders were bronze warriors, and all of them were equipped with sophisticated iron weapons.

The makeshift guard, consisting of farmers and hunters, was defeated, and several men had fallen in the first confrontation, but not a single one of them retreated, holding the entrance of the village. The men were well aware that if the robbers stormed the village, their parents, wives and children would be poisoned.

Just then, a ball of fire suddenly struck a bandit who was raising a butcher's knife. The flames spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the robber was already a burning man.

"There's a magician!" one of the robbers roared, as if in response to his words, and the next second, he was hit by a ball of fire.

The third regiment, the fourth regiment, the flames are like demons with fangs and claws, frantically devouring the lives of the robbers. Albert's expression was cold, and there was no trace of pity in his eyes. As he charged at the bandits, he picked up crowded places to shoot instantaneous fireballs, completely ignoring the danger of revealing his background. At this point, the slower he is, the more dangerous the village is. After the fifth fireball was thrown, Albert, who had little magic left, smashed into the bandits.

As soon as Albert appeared, he reversed the disadvantage.

His five fireballs killed seven people, weakening the robber's strength and breaking the bandit's heart. Even though Albert had already rushed into the battlefield and started hand-to-hand combat, there were still bandits who watched out from the battle for fear of being hit by fireballs.

Deterrence is the horror of a magician.

After slaying a robber, Albert snatched the sword from the bandit's hand and confronted the bandit leader.

Judging by the strength and speed of the bandit leader, he should be a four-star warrior. Although Albert is not completely sure, not containing this guy is equivalent to entering the flock, and this battle will definitely be lost.

"Bell!"

The two swords intersected, and there was a piercing sound of metal rubbing, and some sparks burst out.

Albert took a few steps backwards and nearly fell.

The leader of the robbers did not move, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect this kid to have such great strength, comparable to a three-star martial artist. Could it be that this kid used special props to hide the fluctuation of vitality?

However, surprise to surprise, the robber leader was undaunted. A mere three-star martial artist can't pose a threat to him yet.

The bandit leader let out a loud shout, and reached out his sword to Albert's throat.

Looking at the long sword that was getting closer and closer, Albert showed a ruthless face, swung his sword with both hands, and slashed straight at the head of the bandit leader.

This desperate move made the bandit leader a little overwhelmed, and hurriedly drew his sword to block. There was a lot of money and beautiful women in the future, and he didn't want to fight with a poor boy in a poor linen suit.

"Bell!"

Albert's sword snapped in response, but the bandit leader, who had been hastily defending, was also shaken back three meters.

With a strong blow, Albert did not stop at all, using the broken sword as a dagger, and engaged in a close fight with the bandit leader.

Although Albert was weaker than the bandit leader, the fighting skills bestowed by the inheritance largely compensated for the disadvantage, and over time, Albert gradually gained the upper hand.

Albert's fast attack overwhelmed the bandit leader, who was accidentally stabbed in the abdomen with a broken sword.

"Get out!" the bandit leader roared and raised his foot to kick Albert several meters away.

He roared and slashed at Albert who fell to the ground, furious and murderous. Completely ignoring the broken sword inserted in his body, and the bleeding wound.

Seeing the oncoming long sword, Albert hurriedly picked up the scythe that fell beside him with his right hand and resisted the momentum of the long sword. At the same time, he reached out with his left hand and grabbed the blade of the sword with a flash of lightning. The sharp blade of the sword cut Albert's palm, but he didn't know it, and the scythe in his right hand came out of his hand, roaring and slashing at the bandit leader. Not only that, but a ball of fire also burst out of Albert's right hand.

He had just reserved the magic of a magic for this moment.

This series of movements took less than an eye to go, and as soon as the bandit leader reacted, he saw scythes and fireballs whizzing from different angles. Both are equally deadly, and seal all his retreats, and there is no way to avoid them.

The bandit leader tried to raise his sword to block, but found the sword clutched in Albert's hand.

"It's over. The last thought sounded in the heart of the robber leader, and then the throat was cut by a scythe. While he was still conscious, he felt a sharp burning sensation coming from his body.

The leader of the robbers did not blink an eye.

He didn't understand why a magician could perform magic instantly, and why a magician's body was as strong as a demonic beast.

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Corpses were everywhere, blood was flowing everywhere and soaked into the ground, making the ground muddy and slippery, and the scorching summer breeze sent the smell of blood into the air.

The two sides had already killed each other, and they were tirelessly waving the swords in their hands. Nearly half of the bandits were killed, and less than fifteen remained. The villagers were even more miserable, with more than two dozen people dead. The elderly, women, and half-grown children also picked up farm tools and joined the war group.

It's about a common home, about a loved one, no one cares about gains and losses, and no one cares about life and death.

Everyone has only one thought, to defend their homeland unyieldingly!

Watching the familiar figures fall, and the lives passing away, Albert's eyes were split. With a sword in one hand and a scythe in the other, he rampage among the bandits. In just an instant, two robbers fell at his feet.

One of the robbers raised his butcher's knife, and at his feet was an old man with gray hair.

The robber grinned, but in the next second, his smile froze.

A swift spinning scythe slashed through the robber's neck. The bandit's entire head drooped, blood spurting out like a pillar, leaving only a layer of skin still stubbornly attached to his body.

Until death, the robber still has an idiotic smile.

Albert stepped forward to pick up the old man, put the sword in his hand, and then rushed back to the bandit group again, never saying a word.

There are still many old men on the battlefield, and Albert can't make any promises and can't guarantee anyone's safety. The only thing that can be done is to kill the enemy as hard as possible, kill the bandits as soon as possible, and restore peace to the village. He picked up a hammer and smashed the skull of a robber to pieces. Blood splattered with brains, staining Albert's clothes and cheeks red and white.

The robbers around him retreated again and again, and their hearts were broken, and they even had the illusion that this was a robber.

A terrified robber swung his sword at Albert, an act that made the other robbers wake up and rush forward. If Albert doesn't die, they'll all be buried here.

Although Albert was superior to the bandits, he was pierced through the abdomen by two long swords that he could not dodge due to his large numbers.

"Die!"

Albert roared, raising his leg to knock the assailant down. Immediately after, he pulled out the long sword stuck in his waist, and at the same time brought out two blood arrows, stabbed the long sword into the mouths of the two sneak attackers. The long sword slashed down, and the two of them did a disemboweling operation for free. Through the gap between the chests of the two, I vaguely saw that the heartbeat gradually stopped. Albert didn't stop, ignoring the blood gushing out of Bobo, raised his two swords flatly, and spun quickly.

Gradually, Albert's figure vanished, replaced by countless sword lights.

"Whirlwind Slash!" one of the robbers exclaimed, recognizing the move that required great physical coordination.

Unlike the real Whirlwind Slash, Albert was able to imitate difficult martial arts movements with his strong body, but he was unable to activate his vitality, so the power of his martial arts was greatly reduced. But even so, it was more than enough to deal with bandits, who were mostly ordinary people.

Albert reaped the robbers' lives like a tiger into a flock, and his limbs flew and wailed everywhere he went.

One person was hit by more than a dozen swords in a row, and when he fell to the ground and swallowed the last breath, a large hole appeared in the robber's chest. The bones and entrails were tattered, as if they had been eaten by a beast.