Another World: I Can Summon Earth Players

"The village head of Hurricane Village cannot be a seventh-level expert. To completely guard so many tauren, at least thousands of elite troops from the Maple Leaf Kingdom are needed. But this is simply impossible

Steve suddenly became anxious: "How can it be impossible? The brave men under the village chief are all professionals, and there are quite a few third-tier professionals."

"Most of those tauren were killed, okay?"

It's a pity that it can't be explained at all.

There are more and more voices of doubt.

"How is it possible, and he said to help us build a house for free? How can there be such a good thing in the world.

"I also don't believe that Hurricane Village is so powerful. Steve, did you take money from the head of Hurricane Village to trick us into slavery?"

"Thousands of professionals, this is simply impossible, there are not so many in Deep Blue Town, let alone a small Hurricane Village?"

These 30 or so people, you talk to each other, and Steve can't speak at all.

"Quiet quiet!"

Steve couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted loudly: "I know everyone can't believe it."

12 "But God of Light, everything I said is true. Before I went to Hurricane Village, if someone told me this, I would treat him as a liar."

"That vampire Keynes, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have left home. I hate him as much as you do."

"But Hurricane Village is really different."

"Everyone can eat enough there, there is meat to eat every day, and there is no tax for a copper coin. The village chief is really the most kind person in the world."

"Everyone trust me! By the God of Light, I, Steve, promise that everything I say is true, and none of it is a lie."

Everyone was silent, dubious, not knowing what to do.

Steve pointed in the direction of Hurricane Village, and said loudly: "I know you don't believe it now, it doesn't matter."

"When the village chief dispatches troops to Deep Blue Town and kills the city lord Cairns, you will believe it.

When Steve was still about to say something, the door slammed and was pushed open.

Jack, who was hiding outside to let everyone in, ran in panting.

Jack said out of breath, "The city guards of Cairns are here."

"???? Don't those guards sleep in the middle of the night?"

"It's over, it's over, are they after Steve?"

"It's dead now, it's been discovered."

Everyone panicked and felt that they were going to die.

But Jack shook his head, and said out of breath: "It's the tauren, it's the tauren. These tauren were defeated in Hurricane Village, and the remaining troops ran over."

"Keynes' men are no match at all. These guards started to capture civilians and give them to the tauren as food."

Everyone heard the noise outside the door, and they all panicked.

There was even a faint roar like a cow, which made everyone's hearts sink to the bottom of the valley.

Tauren, the unique voice of raw people.

It was also the sound that all of them turned pale upon hearing.

"It's over, it's over."

Everyone is desperate.

A middle-aged man suddenly appeared beside Steve, wearing a black cloak, and his face could not be seen clearly.

The middle-aged man tore off his cloak, revealing a weather-beaten and resolute face.

"Lord Kettler."

Steve recognized it, the person who came was the professional adult who escorted him to Deep Blue Town, and also the militiaman of Hurricane Village.

"Everyone follow me closely."

Kettler yelled, and left the cabin.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and quickly followed out.

This middle-aged man looks like a noble professional adult, and the hope of surviving with him will be much higher.

The entire Deep Blue Town is completely messed up.

There were people running around everywhere on the street, flames, screams, begging for mercy, countless voices gathered together, making everyone feel desperate.

Many people took advantage of the fire to loot and frantically robbed food and water. Many innocent civilians did not die in the hands of the tauren, but died in the hands of their former friends.

Deep Blue Town, the city lord's mansion.

Keynes was extremely restless.

"At least five levels of strength, thousands of professional army, there are many three levels."

"This Hurricane Village is really hidden deep."

Others don't know the situation in Hurricane Village, but he knows it all.

Two months ago, the population of Hurricane Village was just over a hundred, and there was only one first-level professional. Cairns never cared about this kind of hot chicken village.

There are eighty if not a hundred small villages like this near Shenlan Town, and they might be wiped out by tauren or robbers at any time.

Unexpectedly, in just two months, Hurricane Village gave himself a blow to the head.

From an ordinary person without any grudges to a powerhouse of at least the fifth rank without saying a word, the speed of this strength improvement is simply terrifying.

What's even more frightening is that the warriors in this village defeated thousands of raw warrior tribes without saying a word.

Swordsman Cairns couldn't help but said: "Master Kane, 247, should we find a way to kill the village chief?"

Keynes stared fiercely at the swordsman under him, and cursed: "Are you a pig? He is already a fifth-level powerhouse, can you beat him?"

"I'd better notify Provence City first, and let the adults in Provence City find a way to deal with him."

"Master Scola in Provence City is already a strong man in the late stage of the fifth order. Presumably it will not be a problem to win Hurricane Village. We just need to stay here and pretend that we don't know anything.

After finishing speaking, Keynes hurriedly wrote a letter and handed it to the middle-aged swordsman under him: "Send the letter to Lord Scola immediately. Remember to deliver it to Lord Scola's house in ten minutes." .”

"As you order, Lord Keynes."

The middle-aged swordsman nodded hastily, and put his relative into his arms.

The middle-aged swordsman walked out of the city lord's mansion quickly with the letter in his hand. Not long after he left, a golden dagger appeared from behind him without a sound.

The dagger easily cut the middle-aged swordsman's throat.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the middle-aged swordsman wanted to shout loudly, but the severe pain in his throat prevented him from opening his mouth.

In less than two seconds, the middle-aged swordsman was completely dead and could no longer speak. .