League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Except for the death of more than 70 people, Zach did not get any useful information, because he could not go back and explain to Doyle, the robbers could only launch a second attack.

As before, as soon as the robbers entered the village, there were villagers running around from the end of the narrow road, shouting and throwing bloody flying spears in their hands.

Because Xiaoxiao defeated the terrifying robber, the villagers at this time seemed much calmer than before.

It is a pity that the effect of this attack was not satisfactory. After the first wave of flying spear attacks was avoided by the robbers, the robbers relied on the houses in the village and entered the dead corner. After removing a few wooden doors and using them as large wooden shields , the villagers' flying spears directly lost their effect.

Throwing axes and arrows hit the villagers who couldn't dodge, and the villagers died tragically on the spot.

The sound of horseshoes came from the southwest direction of the village, and a beam of beacon smoke rose from Mount Goril, and the villagers began to retreat in an orderly manner.

The robbers holding the wooden door shield successfully broke through the outer circle of the village and entered the inner circle.

On the other side, the rider leader who led the cavalry into the village kicked the horse's belly viciously and waved the one-handed knife in his hand, causing the horse to let out a whine.

Passing through the dirt village road full of fallen leaves and silt, looking at the dozen or so spear-wielding villagers who were driven to a dead end, the leader of the rider opened his big mouth to leak the wind, with an excited expression on his face.

"One pot is not good!!!"

With a sound of "crash", the moment the horse's hooves stepped on, the mud and leaves collapsed,

The mournful neighing of the horse resounded through the sky.

In the middle of several roads, several three-square-meter-deep pits showed ferocious bloodthirsty teeth, opened their mouths wide and swallowed people and horses.

The sharpened wooden stake easily penetrated the bodies of the horse and the robber under the action of gravitational potential energy. Just like what the robbers did to the villagers of Beinuoer Village, the robber's body was also hung on the wooden stake, and he died with regret.

Due to the excessive charge, more than 20 riders who followed directly filled the pit. Those who fell off their horses and flew over the pit by chance were pierced to the ground by the flying wooden spear and became motionless.

Seeing that their leader died in the trap for no apparent reason, the riders who had never experienced such a situation jumped straight after the horse was frightened, fell all over the place, and several fell to the neck , directly threw himself to death.

Across the horse trap, veterans hidden in the village pulled their bows and arrows to trigger the crossbow, and shot arrows at the chaotic riders.

In just one minute, there were more than 30 riders left among the 80 riders, and more than a dozen of them lost their horses.

A rider with a horse had to hide behind his horse in the face of the oncoming arrows, and let his horse die in front of him.

The cavalry was completely disbanded and their morale plummeted.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

I don't know who yelled, those with horses rode on horses, those without horses let go of their lame feet, and ran out desperately, but another arrow was shot in the middle, and only three riders ran out of the village in the end.

Together, the three of them fled to the west on horseback, breaking away from the bandit group.

At the same time as the cavalry collapsed, more than a hundred bandits in formation were also blocked by the sudden horse trap, and a few unlucky wooden door shields with fast feet were damaged, and the team began to hesitate.

Zach was in the middle of the team, staring blankly at the terrible horse trap in front of the team, his face gradually turned pale, and the neighing of the horses had disappeared.

From the corner of the eye, there seems to be a figure flickering on the roof.

"Cavalry, our cavalry is finished... The roof, what's on the roof. No way! We have to retreat quickly, the rear team becomes the front team! Quickly retreat!"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of iron spears fell from the sky, directly penetrated the gap in the wooden door, and nailed several wooden door shields in front to the ground.

After losing the cover of the wooden door, the second wave was overwhelming wooden flying spears. Zach watched his companions fall down one by one in despair. A Noxian in leather armor ran from the house with a fine sword He went out and killed the injured companion who fell to the ground.

Rows of Noxians holding wooden spears suddenly appeared behind the team, charging at the scattered bandits from a distance, blocking everyone's escape route.

"It's over..."

A sharp arrow pierced Zac's left eye and penetrated into it.

The flying dreadlocks were finally covered by the mud, a cold light flashed, and the head was separated. Margaret picked up the dirty and smelly head, and trotted to Lester.

"My lord, I have cut off his head."

"Good job, let's put it in the past, remember to shave the ugly braid for him, so that his face can be exposed, so that no one can recognize him."

"yes!"

Looking at the bloody village road, Lester's voice was a little more regretful.

"It's a pity, I don't even need to use the horse-repelling pile... Let's take it down, and prepare to tie the captive with rope."

Altman bowed his waist in admiration.

"Yes, Lord Lester."

...

After listening to the deserter in front of him, Doyle's face was extremely ugly.

So many people, this is gone.

Looking up at Nuoer Village, which has fallen into peace again, Doyle seemed to see an overwhelming net tying him up, and he could only wait for death.

"Boss, let's go in and avenge brother Zack!"

The big head on the side wiped the endless tears, which made Doyle even more upset.

"retreat."

"What? Boss! How do we..."

"I said fucking retreat! I don't understand if you don't understand!!!"

With a slap on the face of the big head, Doyle's anger dissipated a bit, but his face was still gloomy, but his tone softened a bit.

"Big head, no, Bighead,

We have met a terrible enemy, do you understand? A formidable enemy!

A terrible enemy that killed more than half of us with villagers, old, weak, sick and disabled, wooden spear? Do you know why he used wooden spears so much? Because he has no fucking weapons! His army doesn't fucking have enough weapons! Killed three hundred of me with wooden spears and villagers, and my cavalry!

If such an enemy has a real Noxus army, then instead of defending the village, they will take the initiative to kill us, you know? Just like you slaughter villagers, he'll chop off your head and put it on a stake! It's like killing a stupid pig that only grunts in a pigsty! understand! ? "

With his big head covering his face, he stared blankly at the old Doyle, who was full of fear and madness, and couldn't help feeling a little chillier in his body.

He'd never seen his boss look like this, never.

He, who was not very bright, finally understood how terrible the person he had never met who made his boss look like this.

"Then, boss, the young captives of Nuoer Village..."

"Kill them all!"

Taking a deep breath, calming down his unconsciously trembling body, Doyle's voice regained some of its usual calmness.

"Kill them all, cut off their heads, and place them facing the village. We lose people but we can't lose. If you kill them, run away."

"However, what if the boss angers the other party by doing this, let the other party remember the boss, what should I do if I come to trouble you in the future?"

Doyle was stunned for a long time as he looked at Big Head with a serious face. Feeling the cold breath all over his body, Doyle wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Let it go! Let it all go! Ask the villagers to send a message to that person, saying that I will never step into the territory of Noxus in the future, and I don't want to be an enemy of him."

More than 50 young captives with scars and strong bodies stared blankly at the robbers who kept talking to themselves, and the robbers turned around and fled after talking quickly, the buzzing still echoed in their ears Just now the robbers showed their weak words.

"We survived? Who is the 'he' who made us survive?"