When the menacing demonstration brigade flew back with wounds and arrows, Zakasi, the lord of the lion's village, stared straight at the sky, and his jaw did not close for a long time, as if it had become a standing log.

Until a few blood-stained griffin feathers were blown to the face by the wind.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?" he wiped the blood and feathers from his face, and he didn't know whether it was anger or blood, which made his face look surprisingly red, and he roared loudly at the men next to him, splattering saliva on the staff's face.

However, all the staff could do was wipe the saliva off with their sleeves and wait for Zacasi to calm down.

It wasn't a short time, until the bandit leader turned around and walked to his seat and sat down, tapping his fingers on the armrest, his breathing rate was still a little scattered.

Thirty-one griffins, the bloody reality is in front of him, and he can only accept the fact that the griffin regiment that the mountain bandits are proud of has lost nearly half.

"Chief, let's gather our brothers down the mountain now to take revenge!" Several bandits who had just come down from the griffin dragged their bloodstains and crawled to the bottom of the bandit's leader's seat, howling and crying.

The beast that soared through the sky broke its wings, and it was a huge blow that had never been done before.

"Shut up. However, their leader was very calm, and although he was extremely angry, he was still able to make a relatively reliable decision: "Immediately tidy up the lair and prepare for defense." ”

"Chief, they shouldn't have the power to invade. A mountain bandit covered in blood defended: "There are only a few dozen of them, and they have only won the victory by means of tricks, and if we all go out, we will definitely be able to kill them! We also have more than 200 brothers in full armor!"

"Oh, kill them, and then what?" Zakashi sneered, "Do you want those two guys behind our ass to dig out our lair, or do you want to recruit more Serre troops?" Also, how do you know that those red robes won't have some other means to hide, like what happened to you this time, huh?"

“......”

The griffin knights who had returned from the feathers stopped talking, but the wailing did not stop, and Zachassi suppressed the anger in his heart and began to think about the future.

Between them and Serge, there was already an extremely dangerous game, and both sides only wanted to get benefits after all, but the power was obviously unequal.

The bandits in the mountains can take advantage of the people's inclination and geographical advantage against Searle, and they can also make the local bureaucrats jealous in various ways, but if the red robes here really have strong capital, they will not have a good way.

Or, just rip the skin of the face?

The leader of the bandits waved his hand: "Send a few messengers to inform those guys and hold a party to discuss." ”

The staff nodded, in fact, it is impossible for a lair and hundreds of mountain bandits to eat a piece of Helen's cake.

Therefore, several big bandit forces on the mountain are all composed of more than a dozen bandits, large and small, and the lion owl is the leader of such an alliance, and the bandits and bandits who follow him are organized enough to make up an army of thousands of people, whether it is to attack Heren or to deal with the Serre army in the mountains, although it cannot be said to be more than enough, but there is still capital after all.

Of course, the same is true of the other two groups of big bandits in the mountainous areas, but their strength is relatively inferior.

What's more, the lion owl's capital is more than that: "Send two other people to contact the south to see if you can get a group of mercenaries and properly disclose the news of Helen." ”

"Yes. The staff recorded them one by one.

"Red-robed ......" Zakasi stroked his stubble, his eyes flashing: "I want to see what these guys are capable of, by the way, did the children send them?"

"Just delivered yesterday. The staff replied.

"Very well, as long as they are in our possession, the Searles will not be able to get the help of the natives completely. Zacasi smiled, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and his voice was raised: "What about the guy who sent the letter up the mountain? Arrest him and torture him severely! There is a problem with that letter!"

"Boss...... He," the staff's face changed suddenly: "He has only been down the mountain for a short time." ”

"What are you doing standing there?!" Zakashi's anger seemed to detonate immediately, he stood up with red eyes, and scolded the group of mountain bandits who had just calmed down: "Get out of here and get him back!"

"Yes!"

The bandits rushed out, and there was no one around, and Zakashi collapsed in his chair, as if he had suddenly lost his strength.

His clenched fists trembled until a groan of pain erupted from his throat.

But only a few seconds later, he raised his head again, revealing a pair of eyes typical of bandits, fierce and dark.

It is absolutely impossible to let go of the carefully created forces.

He remembered the bandit that had been wiped out by Serre's army not long ago, and although they had not been completely wiped out until the end - and even nearly half of the backbone had escaped the catastrophe, but it was quickly wiped out, because the bands that had belonged to him had taken advantage of its weakness to take advantage of the fire.

This is the consequence of falling from the top.

And what about the lions?

What will happen if you can't cope with the current crisis?

After a long time, Zakassi snorted coldly, stroked the scar on the back of his neck, and recalled the bloody years when he fought for power.

The power built by blood can only be seized with blood.

It's just a matter of playing with life.

He laughed wickedly.

The people of the mountains are not afraid of this.

...... "Listen to me, you little monkeys, if you dare to run around again, he will be your example." In a large courtyard on the edge of the bandit's den, a bandit screamed in the face of more than 30 children whose oldest was no more than ten years old, and on the wooden pole next to it, there was a little boy hanging upside down, this little boy was hanging with one foot in the air, and as the pole swayed, the children on the ground turned pale and watched the mountain bandit walk out of the yard in a daze.

The gate slammed shut, and after a crack of locks, it was cut off from the outside world.

"Mom!"

A few children called out their families' names and started crying.

"Cry, cry, cry, quick, put me down. The little boy who was hanging from the pole winked at the children on the ground.

"But the old men will be angry!" said a little fat man, finger in his finger.

"Hell, sir, they're robbers. The little boy said with a pained look on his face, "Oh hell, my head is congested. ”

"We'll let you go right away. The little boys, who at last did not want to see their companions suffer, all of them toppled the poles and laid down the little boy, who rubbed his ankles in agony and said fiercely:

"This damn robber. ”

"Hey, Thomas, who told you to escape, and if you don't hang you, you're lucky!" the little fat man continued, but was sarcastically mocked by the little boy:

"Why are you still locked up with us when you speak so much for robbers?"

"Come on, it's not the Serles yet. The little fat man snorted: "If they don't come, how can this happen?"

"Neither the Searles nor the so-called lord in your mouth are good birds. Thomas stood up and stretched out his hands to a group of children: "Guys, we must run." ”

"You're here again!" exclaimed the little fat man, "The master will kill you this time." ”

"Staying here is a dead end, what are the bandits going to fight with the Searles?Think about the 'Black-Eyed' bandits fighting against Searle, what kind of results did they get?" Thomas said loudly: "Fellow soldiers, are you going to be a tool to use against the Searls?"

"Hey, hey, don't listen to his nonsense, you'll die if you run away. The little fat man shouted too.

This group of children looked at each other, children less than ten years old, how could they have enough judgment except for demons? After a while, a girl asked in a weak voice, "Thomas, if we are caught, we will die, how can we escape?"

"Don't be afraid, this place is remote, we are all children, they won't care about us, there is a guard outside, you come and listen to me......" Thomas said in his chest, and dozens of children gathered.

"Hey, hey, don't take any chances. The little fat man walked over, squeezed for a long time before squeezing into the middle, and wanted to say something more, the door was slammed open, and a fierce thief broke in, and when he saw the little boy on the pole being put down, he was furious: "You bold little bastards, dare to put him down!"

"Sir, he's hanged!" the group of children cried out to the thief, turning their tears from their eyes.

"How long has it been? This child is too fragile, isn't it?" The robber took a few steps closer and crouched down, and saw that the little boy's face was pale, his eyes were rolled up, his tongue was half out, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he looked like he couldn't die anymore;

But he didn't see it clearly, the back of his head was a gust of wind, he subconsciously used his arm to make a gear, only to feel a sharp pain, a child was pushed aside by him, but the back of the head was still hit hard by him dizzy, he just turned around, he was covered by a piece of rag clothes, the sturdy boys with a big stone in their hands, the wooden board hit the head of the bandit headlessly, the dead child also jumped up, wiped the 'bloodstains' made by biting his lip on the side of his mouth, and excitedly cheered and shouted: "Fight!

After a minute, the children lifted the tattered clothes that covered the bandit's head, and the face below was no longer sincere, although they did not have much strength, but with the power of the big stone and the big plank, they still beat the unfortunate bastard's brain.

Although blood was not uncommon in their lives, it was unlikely that they had killed anyone with their own hands, and their faces were pale and their legs trembled.

"What are you doing, run quickly!" Thomas shouted, his eyes rolling, and a group of children woke up like a dream and rushed to the door.

"Wait! Run out of here!!" Thomas called out to a group of children, "Line up, follow me." ”

Saying that, a group of children followed the skinny guy and quietly touched out of the yard.

There are not many roads leading to the outside of the mountain here, and most of them are guarded by bandits, so a group of children had to support each other to climb the hillside, and after climbing for a while, the little fat man lay on the hillside panting: "Bear, I can't stand it, I'm tired, let's go back." ”

"Oh?" Thomas was drenched in sweat, his weed-tugging knuckles were white, and looking at his thin figure, he knew that he was not a physical athlete, "It's too late for you to turn back now, they will definitely cut you down." ”

"But I'm really, really tired......" The fat man lay down in frustration, and stuck out his tongue weakly, and suddenly his expression twisted again: "Oh! I want to pee." ”

"Thomas, just let him stay here, he has no ability and no brains and is just a burden. A tall boy came over and held Thomas, looked at the little fat man with disdain, and said.

"No, if he stays here, he'll leak our escape route to the bandits. Thomas glanced at the little fat man a few times, wiped the beads of sweat on his head, and his eyes rolled again: "It's better to kill people." ”

"Thomas, you bastard!" When the little fat man heard this, a cold sweat broke out on the spot, his eyes were all the way, his hands and feet were used together, and he climbed up 'pout': "Don't make such jokes." ”

"Stop!" the little fat man was about to continue to climb up, but was held down by Thomas, and just as he was about to ask, he saw Thomas raise his finger and signal quietly.

Ten seconds later, a group of mountain bandits with several gray and white long-haired hounds passed under this small hillside, and a group of children suddenly became nervous.

"Don't be afraid, those Etagos will only track specific scents unless they smell something particularly strong. Thomas said in a calm whisper, "It didn't shout, which means that its target is not us." ”

The children breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as the words were spoken, the hounds stopped, howling and pulling at their master.

Thomas broke out in a cold sweat, looking at the fat man next to him who was prostrating because of what he had just introduced, and with the stench that came into his nose, there was a sound like running water coming from under the little fat man.

"Who's there?" the vigilant gaze of the bandits turned to the hill, and more children began to pee their pants.

(To be continued)