How could he do that? How dangerous it is to attack alone, no matter what, you should gather a dozen warriors in the village to go together. ”

The old village chief said anxiously.

"Is there a big difference between your strength and him, he may be afraid that you will drag himself down, and if there are too many people, his whereabouts may be exposed, and it is not easy to retreat on the return journey, and he lacks mobility."

"He definitely didn't want to put a group of bandits in a nest by himself, it is estimated that he wanted to assassinate the bandit leader, and then retreat after he succeeded, and he was afraid that you would be worried if he didn't tell you."

Fang Mu found a suitable reason for York to explain his behavior, but if it was him, he would definitely not leave without saying hello, not to mention leading the team to sneak attack, at least he would find a good response to avoid the situation of one for one.

However, everyone's personality is different, and York is still a young man, and it is normal for some things to be ill-considered.

Naturally, it can't be generalized with a certain strange demon lord.

After a few words of discussion between Fang Mu, the village chief and a group of villagers, the village chief immediately beat gongs and drums to gather the militia in the village, and a few minutes later, dozens of scattered militiamen wearing different styles of armor gathered in front of Fang Mu's eyes.

The village chief is old, but he still often trains the militia himself, and although these militia are relatively scattered, they still have a certain combat effectiveness.

After inquiring about the militia, Fang Mu divided the militia phalanx into four columns, and together with the local militia instructors in Xiaowang Village, he led the phalanx to meet York, while the village chief was unable to move, so he could only stay in the village, coordinate the rear, and prepare emergency measures.

The militia instructor of Xiaowang Village was a middle-aged man, and he was also quite respectful after hearing about Fang Mu's identity and deeds, he wanted to keep going, leading the troops to shuttle through the withered leaf forest, but he was stopped by Fang Mu at this time.

A dull sound of trumpets enveloped the entire militia group, and in an instant, all the militia members were shocked by the sound, their hearts were pounding, and their blood was almost boiling.

Liege is a class-limited skill - Marching Number.

Suddenly, another gust of wind blew from the high sky, and the whining wind resounded through the forest sea at night, and the remnants of the leaves were swept by the air current, drifting through the long formation of the march.

All the militia members felt light, as if they were wearing heavy armor and ignoring the weight of their weapons, and their steps became much lighter.

Priest is a class-only skill - Wind Blessing.

There was another sound of Jin Ge Xiangzhen accompanied by a bright and spiritual harmony from Fang Mu's body, and his whole person had some changes inside, the road he walked would emit a faint white light, and others felt more agile when they stepped on it.

Paladin's class-limited skill - Leader of Faith.

……

Looking at the dozen or so buffs that the militia group had just put on, he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

This unit has increased its marching speed by 50 percent, boosted morale by 30 percent, and each unit gains 10 percent attack power and 10 percent defense power......

Every time the militia instructor of Xiaowang Village looked at the special changes in the marching phalanx, his mouth opened wide for a long time, and then closed it consciously again, and then he saw a new round of buffs, and his mouth opened wide in confusion, as if he had set up a programming program in an infinite loop.

"Eleven o'clock in the northwest, let's go!"

"Yes!"

The momentum is thunderous.

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At the same time, on the other side of the withered leaf forest.

York, the No. 1 master of Xiaowang Village, sneaked into the mountains and forests with a sword late at night, intending to target the bandit leader.

And his level has actually reached the ninth level, and he is indeed worthy of the title of the first warrior in the village.

He had now quietly touched the periphery of the settlement, lurking in a hidden corner, observing the distribution of watchtowers in the bandit camp.

Good settlement, with walls. The walls of the bandit colony were made of sharpened logs, and although they were rudimentary, they were quite functional.

York's sharp thorn tips were so high that he couldn't climb over them, not even climb up them.

If you want to enter the camp, you have to go through the gate, not to mention the watchtower towers in the camp, just saying that the gate of the camp must be guarded by special personnel, and he can't enter it at all.

But he thought about it, and circled around the outside of the camp, found a watchtower in the blind spot, and began to sawing the wood of the fence.

The iron sword was quite sharp, but it had to be handled lightly to avoid making a sound to expose his presence, and it took York half an hour to finally saw a hole for one person to get into.

Sweeping away the sawdust, York officially drilled into the hole, entered the bandit settlement, and looked at the surrounding environment, and he suddenly knew the next goal in his heart.

The general furnishings of the bandit camp are not much different from Xiaowang Village, there is a cauldron in the center, various houses, extinguished bonfires, and the one with the most extensive area is the bandit leader's at a glance.

The bandit is not an important force, and in the same way, the leader of the bandit is unlikely to be a powerful person with top-level strategy and can try his courage for several years, and it is obviously impossible for him to live in a dilapidated house by himself and put his stand-in in the leader's house.

But now York was not going to enter the chief's classical terraced house immediately, and in order to avoid revealing his figure, he should have cleaned up the guards on the watchtower first.

On tiptoe, York, short and short, stealthily and slowly ascended the ladder silently up the watchtower, unaware of the latter's unaware of the sentry when he stood behind him.

In the cold light, the sentry was beheaded by a sword, and he tried in vain to shout and warn others, but he could only hear the sound of ho-ho wind leaking from his trachea.

Thump.

The cicadas of midsummer sent him to the end, and tonight's dead leaf forest has another corpse in the gutter.

As he concocted, he dealt with the guards of the other guard tower, and when he came to the row house, York was dexterous, grabbed the eaves with one hand along the window lattice, and swung his weight several times before putting the other hand on it.

Climbing on top of the terraced house tiles, York cautiously observed the situation in the chimney, leaned into the chimney, supported the chimney wall with both hands and feet, and slowly descended to avoid making a sound when he landed.

But Rao was like this, and there was still an inevitable slight grinding sound between the boots and the chimney wall, and as soon as his feet were solid, York rolled out of the fireplace as soon as he hit the ground.

But before he could take a look at the environment in the row house, a silver light came at him in the afterglow, swinging his sword upwards and moving quickly, and York responded calmly.

The crisp sound of Jin Ge Xiang Zhen rang out, and the silver light flickered in the row house, and the two iron swords were entangled like thousands of wickers, peeling off the swords, and a deadly arc swung towards York's throat.