Mercenaries and Adventurers

Although they were dressed in black and gray, this actually increased the fear of ordinary people who did not know the details of the long-haired lynx orcs. The three young men screamed strangely, turned around and tried to rush out of the yard and run away.

But Courage Maomao picked up the black ash accumulated on the top of the wall, picked up a few charcoal blocks, and threw them to his companions so that they could hit them with a flick of his tail.

Snapped! Snapped!

With two sounds, scattered pieces of charcoal hit the young man who was running away directly on the head.

At this time, the melee Maomaos also screamed strangely, jumped off the wall, and jumped towards the three young people who were rubbing their eyes and coughing.

The few old people on the ground couldn't bear to see the three young men who were also human beings. The three young people who wanted to kill them just now died under the attack of the 'monster'. They picked up the clods of soil on the ground and threw them at Hei Buliuqiu with all their strength. Low 'monster'.

They were shouting loudly: "Run! Young man! Run!"

This made Courage Maomao so angry that he personally led three of his long-range subordinates along the wall and ran to the gate of the yard. He turned around and whipped his tail at the young man who was protecting his head and face with his arms.

This was much more powerful than the short leather whip in the hand of one of the young men. With a snap, the bald young man among them was whipped to the ground. When the other two people saw their companion falling to the ground, they did not help him and ran faster.

But the other three long-range furs also swung out their tails and directly hooked the ankles of the other two young humans who were running for their lives.

Although Maomao was very light, it still caused the two of them to fall miserably.

Chirp, chirp, the two people fell heavily to the ground, making painful sounds from their mouths.

"Help! Help!"

The young man holding the shovel waved the thing in his hand randomly in panic, which forced the melee furries who wanted to get close to subdue him to retreat. This person fought back in such a panic to protect himself. Although he had no rules or skills, if the iron shovel head accidentally hit Maomao, their small body would not be able to withstand it.

The bald man who fell first was the smartest one. He knew it was not good to fight with a large number of monsters in an open place, so he quietly climbed up and walked towards the house that had not collapsed while all the monsters were attracted by his companions who were waving shovels randomly. Escape.

The five old people on the ground were also afraid of these attacking 'monsters' and did not care about their previous conflicts with these young people. They also supported each other and fled towards the villagers' houses in the center of the yard.

The solid walls made of stones and river mud can still give people a sense of security. Even if it had been burned by flames before, it was already crumbling.

The young man holding the whip was also afraid of being knocked down by his companions' random attacks, so he wanted to run away as soon as he got up.

But his head and face were immediately attacked by pieces of charcoal thrown by Maomao's tail. The scattered charcoal ashes blinded his eyes, making him unable to open them, and poured into his nose, making him tremble. Some of the sneezes ran into his throat when he breathed through his mouth, which forced him to cough hard.

Seeing the uncomfortable look on this man's face, the close combatants Maomao originally wanted to swarm him and take him down, but just as they were about to take action, the young man holding the whip was unlucky enough to receive a shovel on his head from his companion, causing blood to flow from his head. He fell softly on the spot.

The young man who attacked randomly opened his eyes at this time, but when he saw that he had accidentally knocked down his companion, and he might have been beaten to death, he screamed in surprise, stopped using the shovel, and headed towards the house as if he was desperate. Run.

"Come on, come on!"

At the door of the house, the old man called to the young man who accidentally hit one of his own to run into the house and hide, but the bald young man had a fierce look on his face and wanted to close the wooden door of the house that had been burned by the fire: "What the hell does he do! Close the door quickly! Old thing!!!"

But the old people ignored him at all. It was not until the young people outside the door rolled and crawled into the house that the old people closed the wooden door together, then leaned behind the door of the house and blocked the wooden door with their body weight.

"Quick, there are windows! There are skylights and chimneys -"

An old man who was familiar with the structure of the house shouted loudly. The two young people in the house did not care about the gap just now. At this moment, they used their strength to pick up the charred wooden pillars that had fallen to the ground in the house and blocked them. There is also a chimney opening above the window.

As for the skylight on the roof, we can only rely on the dagger in the hand of the bald young man to guard it.

At this time, the seven people in the room realized that the 'monster' outside had not followed to attack. They gasped and looked at each other. The old people's eyes were full of sadness. They guessed that it would be difficult for humans like them to survive tonight, and they would all be killed. Into the belly of the 'monster'.

Several old people looked at each other, but they felt that dying here and now would not be so bad. After all, when I didn't flee with the young people in the village, I must have thought of today.

However, the two young men's eyes crossed each other as soon as they met. The young man who lost the shovel still remembered that the bald head wanted to close the door in advance to lock him out. If he was not in the house at this time, he must have been killed by those little 'monsters' outside the house.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth.

The bald man also held the dagger in his hand tightly while watching out for the skylight above his head, and be careful that one or two little 'monsters' suddenly got in through the skylight on the roof. Of course, he had not forgotten how another young companion in the room had just beaten one of his own to death with a shovel.

He didn't know whether the monster killed people or whether it could eat people, but his companion was the kind of truly dangerous guy.

The bald man also realized that his sudden behavior just now must have annoyed his roommate.

How to do it? He didn't want to die yet, especially not in this remote ruined village. Apparently these few old people who were unwilling to leave the village and flee through threats and coercion have taken possession of some of the property that the villagers could not take away with them before fleeing.

It was the critical moment to spend money freely in the future, and he really didn't want to die.

-

"Meow meow?"

A Maomao pushed Courage Maomao and asked him to go up and check whether the guy who had a shovel on his head was still alive.

Courage Maomao grunted, reluctantly and carefully leaned over, stretched out his hand and slapped the human face, which was covered with blood, and made two smack sounds. The man did not respond. The wound on his head made by the shovel was still in the small The buttocks were bleeding.

"Meow meow!"

Courage Maomao said affirmatively, then waved his hand and asked everyone to surround the house where the group was hiding. But whether he could save this person or not, he had to go back and ask powerful humans.

After arranging his men to prevent the people inside from running away, Courage Maomao picked up his short legs and took the main road of the village, running towards the wooden bridge.

The entire village was full of traces of raging flames. It was not known whether it was caused by an accidental fire, or whether someone deliberately set fire to burn down this deserted village.

The main road in the village was covered with black and gray charcoal. Courage Maomao raised the soles of his feet and looked at them. He found that the fleshy balls on the soles of his feet were all black. This made him a little unhappy. After all, he was in the long-haired lynx orc tribe. , is also a well-known handsome man. Not to mention his shiny and beautiful fluffy hair, his intelligence and courage attract a large number of female Maomao in the tribe.

I don’t know how the children in the tribe are doing at this time. I hope their mothers can take good care of them.

With these distant things in his mind, Courage Maomao quickly trotted across the half-burned wooden bridge and arrived in front of the Kiel Knights on the trade road on the other side of the river.

"Where are your men? Why are you the only one back?"

Keir sat on the horse, leaned down, and looked doubtfully at Courage Mao, who was stained with a lot of dirty ashes. Although the Maomaos all looked the same, Kil tried his best to remember the appearance of the courageous Maomao who took the lead.

"Companion, hunting, human, house! Courage Maomao, come back and report!"

Courage Maomao didn't dare to get close to the tall and powerful blood-licking grass, so she stayed two or three meters away and answered questions from the powerful human while jumping around.

Kil held the chin of his helmet with his hand and asked in confusion: "Hunting? What did you find in the village? The monster that burned down the village?"

Courage Maomao shook her head vigorously, and her long tail also swayed from side to side, expressing her denial.

"Human! Attack, human! Maomao, appear, stop, hurt! But, human, unite, avoid, Maomao. Maomao, not, monster! It is long, hairy, forest, ferocious, orc! Like, metal, not, monster ! No, monster!”

Kil was once again confused by this guy's long and confusing words, but he tried his best to extract the important words in this paragraph: "You mean, you saw someone hurting other humans in the village? So you guys Take action to stop it?"

Courage Maomao nodded, as if you were right.

"So, what does it look like now?"

"Hurt, human, hurt, hurt, human, metal, shovel, snap, attack, head! Fall to the ground, bleeding! Maomao, come back, ask, strong, human, rescue, hurt, human, whether?"

Keir was stunned by the words in front of it, but he could barely understand the meaning behind it: "Is someone injured in the head? Well, are you sure that there are no ambushes or others in the village?"

Courage Maomao nodded repeatedly: "The village was burned down. There are only one, three, five, eight, humans. Eight! There are only, eight, humans!"

When Kil heard this, he turned around and said to the armed team behind him: "There is no ambush in the village, and there are not many people inside, but the situation is very complicated. In this way, one team will follow me, and the other teams will continue to be responsible for protecting the people, and pay attention to the surroundings." In a place that blocks the view, if possible, ask the hunters in the team to stand sentinel at a nearby high place. I will take people in now to take a look."

Kiel's order was quickly conveyed. The second, third, and fourth teams of the armed squad adjusted their respective distances and positions to protect the people. The first team of the armed squad at the front of the team, with more than 20 people, followed together. The Kiel knights followed the horses in two lines and crossed the mostly burned wooden bridge across the river.

Courage Maomao walked at the front to lead the way for Keir, while Keel carefully controlled the blood-licking grass to prevent it from going too fast or going astray, otherwise it would step on the weak bridge deck and kill people. He fell into the river with his horse.

Although the river is not deep enough to submerge the tall blood-licking grass, it is still embarrassing enough.

For the sake of his prestige in the team, Keir didn't want to be embarrassed like this.

-

After leading the team across the wooden bridge that had been burned by the fire, Keir officially entered this former waterwheel village from the front of the village.

His eyes swept along the river bank near the village, and soon discovered a ruined building near the river bank not far away. Unlike other places, not only did part of the ruins extend into the river, but the black ash ruins that had been burned by the fire were also exceptionally tall.

It is obvious that the huge waterwheel that once served as a symbol of the village has probably been turned into a large number of unburned remains in the ruins.

While Courage Maomao was leading the way, he was jumping around to avoid the thick ashes on the ground to prevent his soles from becoming black and dirty. Its mouth continued to report its previous findings to Keir intermittently.

"The village is burned like this, but there is no smell of corpses? Well, it seems that the villagers of this village are no longer here. Most of them have gone to the surrounding towns to seek refuge. It is so close to Dorne Town, and it is estimated that many people are here. Ran to town."

But Kiel thought it wrong again: "It's not right either. People who flee rarely go to Dorne Town. After all, they take refuge there. Let's not talk about whether Dorne Town, a fat and oily place, can survive in the future chaotic situation. To maintain safety, just because life there is not easy, it is not suitable for most farm families in the villages to take refuge there."

Dorne Town is, after all, the territory of the Church of the God of Wealth. Not to mention the discrimination and oppression of farmers who believe in the God of Agriculture. Even if the farmers who don’t have much property take refuge there, most of the people in Dorne Town will also make people from all walks of life. Through this despicable and deceitful method, the farmers who took refuge gradually turned into hard-working debtors.

He didn't think that a simple young man from a farming family who grew up in a village could resist the underhanded methods in Dorne that made people fall into debt.

Even many bandits who robbed on the trade road took advantage of this road, let alone ordinary farmers.

Riding on horseback, Keir's sight was very high, so he keenly noticed that several villagers' yards along the main road of the village showed traces of recent excavations. The excavated floating soil is still piled inside the walls of the villagers' yards, with no intention of backfilling.

This discovery made Kil squint his eyes thoughtfully.

Thinking of what Maomao said about humans hurting humans, hum, things are getting interesting.

-

Soon, because the village was not big, with only dozens of households, under the guidance of Courage Maomao, Keir and more than 20 people quickly arrived at the only villager's house in the inner side of the village that had not been burned to rubble.

On the wall of the courtyard outside this house, there were seven Maomao guards squatting there.

And inside the courtyard gate, a few steps away, there was a young man lying on the ground, with a serious head injury. The weapon that caused the injury was a shovel on the ground nearby.

Kil knew at a glance that the injury was definitely not caused by Maomao. After all, the shovel was taller than Maomao and the weight was not light. It was not something that little Maomao could lift, let alone swing it and hit a young human. of the head.

A fantasy.

Keir jumped off his horse outside the yard and strode into the yard.

He waved his hand behind him and said loudly: "Surround this house and don't let anyone escape. Maomao!"

"Yes, Lord Knight!" the people in the armed squad responded, and then spread out to surround the house.

"Maomao, here!" Courage Maomao shouted, asking his men to gather, and then jumped high next to Kil, responding to the powerful human's call.

Kil waved his hand and pointed at the collapsed ruined houses around him, and ordered: "Take your people and go to every yard and house in the surrounding villages to have a thorough understanding of the situation here. If you find anything unexpected, come and notify me. "

"Maomao, understand! Mission, reward, metal!"

Courage Maomao said, staring at the blood-stained shovel on the ground rather covetously.

Although the shovel is a tool, it cannot be used for fighting in most cases, but to the Maomaos, this is not what they care about. They only care about the way the shovel looks like it has a lot of metal.

Greedy, wanting.

"This thing will be given to you as a reward after you figure out the situation here. Now let's go and investigate the surrounding area."

After speaking, Keir took out a long piece of fine cloth from his lower back and simply wrapped the wound on the head of the injured person on the ground to prevent it from bleeding again.

Then Kiel arranged for someone to tie the man's wrists with ropes and watch carefully.

As for treating injuries? This person is not one of his own, and Kiel doesn't care much whether he is alive or dead. Unless this person is innocent and joins his team, the Batar priest in the team can treat the injury on this person's head.

In other cases, this person may wish for more blessings.

After making arrangements, Keir went straight to the door of the house that had not collapsed. Ever since he led people into the yard just now, there had been quarrels in the house.

Keir, who had a keen ear, managed to get a general idea. It was very interesting that there were only seven people, two young people, and five old people from the village, in a closed house, and they were divided into three factions with different opinions.

"People inside, listen, I am Knight Qiao Keer. I led the team through this waterwheel village. Although I don't know what happened here, I brought it with the swords held by me and my men. I have the authority to order you to open the door, come out, and accept my inquiries and arrangements."

Kiel’s voice was loud, his hands on his belt, and he stood casually.

"Otherwise, I don't mind using force to force you to come out. But I will not accept the series of losses and misunderstandings caused by this, and I will not be responsible for it."

As soon as Keir finished speaking, the house became noisy.

"Don't open the door! These people are the same as those 'monsters'!"

"Hell, he said he was a knight. In this world, anyone can call themselves a knight."

"But this young man is wearing armor and has weapons..."

"But what about those 'monsters'? With their black and gray fur, sharp screams, and short height, they must be the goblins in the story! What kind of good people can drive monsters like goblins?"

"I think we are dead today. Hey, I thought that these days had barely passed safely and that we would finally be able to wait for our children to return home."

These were the voices of several old people. Obviously, not only had these old people never seen a long-haired lynx orc, they had never even seen a goblin with their own eyes. Apparently there is a goblin fighting performance in the town of Dorne not far from here.

How should I put it? There is really no direct connection between age and experience.

The two young men, who were extremely nervous, were sitting on pins and needles and sweating profusely.

At this time, they hoped that the situation would return to before. Compared to the dozens of people surrounding the house, there were still only a few monsters that made them feel safer.

Surrounded by monsters, they might be able to escape, but if they were really caught by someone claiming to be a knight outside, they would most likely lose their lives.