"Grandma'......"

"So far, the village has relied on your strength to survive many crises safely. But everything has a price. The village chief they ...... Through you, peeking at the trajectory of fate, but you don't know that every rough reversal of the road will inevitably bring about a more violent counterattack. No, in fact, they know the truth, but they ignore the danger because of greed and stupidity. Léa," said the old woman. "If you notice that the thread of fate already shows signs of wrapping you all in there, maybe it's time for us to leave. ”

"Where can we go?"

"Anywhere. But I'm afraid that they will be bad for us. By the way, what's your reaction to the last guest of the day?"

"Actually......" The girl closed her eyes and enjoyed her grandmother's touch. "The guest named Ashrufat...... His fate ......"

"What's wrong with him?"

"If I'm not mistaken, he's the one who ended our race. The Hama will perish at his hand. ”

"What! That guy is Ryan's...... Generals, or are you a great noble?"

"No, neither. But he ...... The fate of the Hama clan passed through his hands...... Controlled by him...... Even me......"

"You?" the old woman's hand twitched.

"Me too. It seems that I will become his woman, and this future is not particularly far away. The girl whispered.

"No...... This...... I must go to the village chief at once! The old woman stood up, "while he hasn't gone far." ”

"No, it can't be. If you want to fight, you will lose, because that one is not human. The girl replied. "No matter how you look at it, that one is not a creature of the 'human' category. ”

"Not human?"

The girl nodded, her big godless eyes closed. Because of her excessive fatigue, she soon let out a slight snoring sound and fell asleep.

......

It was already completely dark.

The moonlight is very good tonight, and with this kind of moonlight, it is not difficult to travel at night. The bright moonlight shone on the woods and the wooden walls at the edge of the woods, and it looked faintly metallic.

A group of dark shadows quietly appeared at the edge of the woods, carefully surveying the Bindi village not far away.

"Listen, listen, breathe quietly, this place is full of evil doors!" the man in the lead shouted back in a low voice. He continued to look at the village in front of him, it was silent, not a single light could be seen, and it was obvious that he was asleep. The only glimmer of light was at the entrance to the village ahead, where there should still be sentries on duty.

But no matter how alert and conscientious the sentry on duty at the gate of the village was, it was impossible for him to see the position at the rear of the village.

The defense was far less tight than expected! Although the wooden wall was several people high, it was easy to climb over it with tools if there were no patrolmen.

"Scouts go up first with rope ladders! Others stand by, be quiet, don't climb halfway to be discovered! Prepare grease, set fire before going into battle!"

After a brief observation, the leader of the shadows gave the order. A detachment of a dozen or so people quickly approached the wooden wall, and took out a kind of rope hook, which easily hooked the top of the wooden wall, and then the black shadows began to climb towards the wall. The whole process can be said to be almost silent.

Suddenly, a dull sound sounded in the darkness. A half-crawled black shadow fell from the sky and fell solidly to the ground. It's clear that this guy's hook rope is not as strong as the hook. Seeing his subordinates clumsily mess things up, the leader almost cursed.

But then there was more muffled noise, and it was everyone who had fallen. It's not as simple as clumsiness.

In the next moment, countless torches rose violently on the wooden wall, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day. It's not magic, the torches have been lit a long time ago, and the torches are covered with shading. At this point, you just need to remove the sunshade to illuminate.

On top of the wooden wall, the militia of the village was already standing, each with a bow and arrow, and the bowstring had been pulled to the extreme by a pair of powerful arms.

"Shoot the arrows!" shouted as the arrows rained down. The sneak attacker became the prey of the sneak attack, and in an instant he scurried around like a headless fly. After a wave of bows and arrows, at least twenty people fell to the ground. Then, the wooden wall was suddenly opened, and groups of militiamen rushed out shouting with weapons in hand. It's not a good idea to say that these are militiamen, because they are very well armed, all with good quality chain mail and sharp weapons.

In fact, the difference between the two sides in terms of numbers is not large. But in this situation, the sneak attackers completely lost the courage to continue fighting. They put up almost no resistance, but turned around and ran.

"Children, the enemy has fled, chase you!" shouted the village chief. Seeing this scene, the morale of the militia soared, and they rushed to catch up. They were more familiar with the nearby terrain than the sneak attackers, and soon some unlucky slower runners were caught up, and there was a shouting and screaming everywhere.

A long conch sound sounded, and with the sound of the conch, someone lit a fire in the woods. Although it was spring, the fire still rose quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was intertwined into a web of fire, like a net, enveloping the sneak attackers in it, leaving them cornered.

"Master, it looks like there's a fight?" said Carrie in her mind as Ashrufat looked back at the distant fire.

"Master, was there a fire in that village just now?" Mimilu also woke up, rubbed her eyes, and asked.

"No, not really. Ashrufat replied. "It burned too fast, and it wasn't an ordinary misfire. If you don't have flammable materials such as grease, you can't burn that fast. ”

Indeed, at this time, it was already in flames, reflecting half of the night sky.

I don't know what to do Looking at the red firelight, Ashrufat suddenly felt a tightness in his throat, and a blood-sucking urge surged into his mind. His blood-sucking urges were different from what they had been. At first, he only felt a desire to taste sweet blood for no reason, but now his blood-sucking urge had evolved into a very abnormal, intense thirst - this thirst was meaningless to drink - and his instinct told him that the only thing that could quench his thirst was blood. It took a great deal of effort for him to suppress the impulse.

At that moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard behind them.

"Master," Mimilu tugged at Ashrufat's cloak (she had been crouching behind the Nightmare Pony), "I smell it...... It's those people during the day......"

Ashrufat also saw that the riders on the horses that followed him were the same people from the Bins who had almost clashed with him during the day. However, judging by the listless appearance of their mounts, they did not chase after them.

This surprised him, as he thought the group would be spending the night in the village. I didn't expect them to come out to catch up at night.

He turned his horse's head and wanted to leave, but at this time, the people of the Binds also saw him.

The young man of the Hama tribe in the lead shouted loudly to his companion in that dialect, and Ashrufat guessed that the other party probably recognized him. However, their next move was very confusing, for they immediately galloped in front of Ashrufat, blocking their way.

"What does that mean? Ashrufat stopped the Nightmare Horse.

"Has anyone told you that it is dangerous to travel alone in the mountains at night? This time the young man replied in lingua franca. In the moonlight, Ashrufat's shield hanging from the saddle could be clearly seen, with a red dragon drawn on it. Only noble families could have coats of arms, and the children of the nobles were usually trained in military affairs.

"No, no one has ever told me that it is dangerous to travel at night. Ashrufat replied. He didn't want to cause a dispute, but this time it seemed that trouble was coming to his door.

"Mimilu, you leave first. He whispered, and Mimilu immediately jumped off the horse, and disappeared in a few moments.

"You are very bold to support that little demon girl during the day! You probably don't know that little demon girl is notorious among our clan! Her mother killed many people, and she inherited her mother's bloodline and evil nature! She actually cursed the future of our clan!"

"Oh, what does that have to do with me?"

"Relationships don't matter...... Give me your weapons, shields, luggage, and horses, and you're good to go!!...... or else," the other man left a half-threatening sentence without saying anything.

It turns out that this is the case.,It's very unhappy because of divination.,So I'll take this opportunity to vent.。

If you have a calm mind, you will not be able to directly deny the results of divination in a crude way. The hostility of the Ryan people towards the Bindan is well known to the world, and from a calm and objective point of view, if a war breaks out between the two sides, it is not too outrageous for the Bind, which is far inferior to the other in strength, to suffer a complete defeat.

And the possibility of a war between the two sides is really high. The Church, which was supposed to act as a mediator between the two sides, has recently been hit hard, and the Holy City of Oren has been captured by the Greenskins and burned to the ground. Almost all the top echelons of the Church, including the archbishop, were killed. Seeing all this, the Ryan people have stepped up their preparations for war, and they are ready to attack the Binn at any time. And this time it is likely that there will be a long-term battle that will not stop until the death.

"Otherwise, what's going on!" Ashruphat began to understand a little bit about the situation of the soothsayer Leia. He stared at the men, the two sides were so close that he could even see the cyan veins in each other's necks.

"Do you think you're so good that you can take one of the five of us?" said the young man, Haluha, and then, as they all pulled their muskets out of their bosoms, one for each of them, and aimed them at Ashrufat.