Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Horrific Massacre

He withdrew the magic orb, and his body shook, only to see that a layer of vague elemental gas enveloping his body disappeared in an instant. After checking his circuit a little, he found that his dragon mana had returned to 300 points, which was enough for him to kill three horsemen in front of him.

Bai Quanyu opened his mouth and said: "It's Watt, how much enmity does this guy have with the Heavenly Dragon Empire, and he actually did such a poisonous thing to innocent people. β€œ

"I heard a soldier passing by say that he wanted to start the ballista, didn't I?"

"Watt is going to destroy this village with a ballista. β€œ

Bai Quanyu rolled over from the bed, took out a piece of marching dry food from his arms, handed it to Pan Cheng, and said, "While the crossbow cart has not started, we will go to rescue people now." You must have not eaten in the prison for a few days, but I only have a little dry food on me, if you don't mind......"

Without saying a word, Pan Cheng took his marching dry food and said: "What your lord says, I will eat whatever you eat, and I, Pan Cheng, am not a delicate child." β€œ

Pan Cheng's whole body was covered with golden hair, his hair was very long, his beard was also very long, there was a small ear piercing in his ears, and the chest hair on his chest was like a pile of weeds squeezing out of his tattered clothes.

Bai Quanyu took off the armor on his body, then handed it to Pan Cheng, and said, "Brother Pan, this is my armor, you can wear it." β€œ

"No, my lord, this armor is a valuable treasure at a glance, it can protect you from a lot of damage in battle, I can't accept it, it's too useful for you. Pan Cheng knew very well why he did this, and he couldn't bear to see that he was wrapped in rags that were more ugly than a beggar, so he gave him his clothes.

Bai Quanyu took his hand, stuffed it directly, and said, "Anyway, I used to be a beautiful little lord, although I am now a fugitive, no matter how down, I will not let my brother be unclothed." You have submitted to me, I have nothing to give you, only this armor, if you really dislike my armor, you can not wear it, but you must accept my wishes. ”

Pan Cheng then took the armor, and took a closer look at Bai Quanyu at this time, only to find that this young little hero, after taking off the armor, was also wearing a set of tattered gray-white aristocratic robes, and a hole or a stain could be found on the robe every two or three centimeters, and it could be seen that he had not taken care of himself for many days, and he tearfully thanked him: "My lord, yes, then Pan Cheng will accept it." ”

He pulled his cloak and wrapped his robe in, and then led Pan Cheng out of the house and ran to the central square of the village, where the cry for help came from that direction.

In the night sky, the icy breeze swept across the ground, and the stone roads of the village blew patches of yellow leaves.

Bai Quanyu was dressed in a lonely gray-white robe, the cloak on his shoulders fluttered under the night breeze, he came to the square, and saw that more than 100 crosses had been erected in the center of the square, and each cross was nailed to a man, it should be that all the men in the village who had a little strength were nailed to it, and there was a 10-meter-long pit at the intersection of the crosses, and the pit was already full of the heads and corpses of the villagers, and the women of the shell village must have watched their brothers, fathers, and husbands go through the process of being slaughtered, so many people showed empty eyes, and only a small number of people were still squatting and crying。

Pan Cheng held his eyes and couldn't bear to look at it, where was the prosperous village in the past, this place had become the art garden of the invading army, he had lived for so long, and he had never seen such a cruel murderer.

"To be able to do this without the help of the cliff giants is that I underestimated the Nolans. ”

His grief and background assimilated, he had done his best, in order to weaken the strength of this invading army, he attacked the dungeon at night to kill the cliff giants, and also burned off the hero of this army, Watt, with dragon magic, but even so, it did not have much effect on their actions.

In fact, after the death of the cliff giant, the village already had the strength to fight against the Nolans, but the Draconians did not want to involve themselves in the war, so they fled with their garrison army. In addition to Watt, the Nolan people also have more than 30 knights, and the original garrison of the dragon originally had about 30 knights, and the two sides were evenly matched, if it was not for the dragon people who withdrew from the battlefield in advance, even if the Nolan people won the battle, they also lost the ability to slaughter the village, and now, this village is full of blood, and the history of the village for hundreds of years was destroyed overnight, all of which were harmed by the indifference of the dragon.

On a cross, he saw the retired veteran who had been telling stories to young people in the blacksmith shop when he first entered the village, and this veteran had dozens of gunshot wounds on his body, which he must have killed while trying his best to protect the village, and on a cross, there was a strong man with his hands broken, this strong man was the same butcher he had sold after stealing chickens in the village, and another cross was particularly familiar to him.

He walked over slowly, lifted the head of the man on the cross, and saw that this man was teaching him lockpicking skills in the thieves' hut and saved him from the edge of the wall, and he was also dead, and his chest was pierced by 7 arrows.

In the center of the square, a group of women shouted at Bai Quanyu, "My lord, help us." ”

"Sir, help us, please. ”

Bai Quanyu pulled out the destruction sword from his waist and walked straight to the crowd, the women in the crowd saw the ancient weapon in his hand, and they all trembled and leaned on each other, they thought that he was in the same group as those Nolans.

"Don't, don't, sir, don't kill my child. ”