White Dragon Lord

In the darkness, the robbers who were guarding the bushes heard the laughter from behind and the occasional screams of women. With bitterness in their hearts, they complained to their companions on the side: "It's unfortunate! Everyone else is drinking and eating meat, so just A few of us are drinking the northwest wind here."

"No way, who made it our turn?"

The leader of the sentry, the middle-level thief, was about to get up and educate his subordinates who had deserted. Suddenly, he paused, feeling that something was wrong, because, apart from the celebratory crowd, other sounds in the jungle were gradually disappearing.

His long adventure has taught him that it is either a beast with a powerful enough aura or a large number of creatures that can stop these sensitive bugs from chirping.

Neither situation is a good thing. A drop of cold sweat dripped from the thief's forehead. He didn't know what was in the darkness, or how much.

He didn't dare to make a sound, carefully observed the surrounding movement, and slowly backed away with a cat on his waist. Now, only returning to the high-level warrior - Eric's side can give him a sense of security.

Suddenly, the thieves found a group of unusual touching shadows, startled.

Peer? !

Not wanting to hide his whereabouts, he quickly dodged and hid behind a big tree.

Shhhhhh.

The cold arrows shot from the shadows penetrated the throats of the robbers who were whistling, and they fell to the ground clutching their necks.

The middle-level thief looked at the standard crossbow arrow stuck in the tree, the tail of the arrow trembled, and his heart was horrified.

Professional stalker! Crossbow!

Damn it! Haven't all the elite soldiers of Bailey City been sent to the front line, how could they be here!

Besides, in the dark, how did they aim, was it the earl's guard equipped with magic items?

In a short period of time, the thief made up a lot of plot in his head, but he was not slow on his feet. He leaned on his waist and used his combat skills to move quickly among the trees, avoiding the arrows and moving towards the leader.

Suddenly, a purple light shot out from behind, hitting the thief's back, and the thief's speed suddenly dropped.

Spellcaster! Slow down! Done!

A crossbow arrow sank into the back of the slowing thief's head, and the thief fell to the ground with a thud.

As a high-level warrior, Eric's hearing is much better than others, and he hears strange noises in the dark.

"Enemy attack!"

The robbers were suddenly startled, and hurriedly threw down the pottery wine bowl in their hands, grabbed the weapon at hand, leaned back against the bonfire, and faced the dark forest.

"Brothers! Don't be afraid! We will win in the end! The one who kills the most enemies will be rewarded with a hundred gold coins!"

When the ordinary robber heard this, his eyes were red, and he scrambled to squeeze forward, for fear that others would steal his gold coins.

What they didn't notice was that their leader, the original team of Bloodfang, quietly retreated to Eric's side.

A leader: "Leader, what should we do?"

Eric was in shock. He couldn't escape even with the ability of a middle-level thief to escape. He was also very uneasy, but the darkness around them was blinding, they didn't even know what the enemy was, where they were, and they couldn't tell which direction to flee. Well, rush out blindly, in case you hit the muzzle!

Eric gritted his teeth: "Let these idiots go first, bring your gold coins, and find an opportunity to run separately. We will gather at the old place!"

"Ow!"

There were several wolf howls in the forest, and looking at the dense green fluorescent eyes lit up in the dark forest, the homeless robbers began to be restless.

"Wolf?"

"No! It's a gnoll, damn it, are these monsters also running out of the forest in the chaos!"

Suddenly, the dull war drums sounded, and the dense drum beat rhythm, like beating on the hearts of the robbers, the morale of the refugee robbers began to decline rapidly.

Damn it! This drum sound is not made by gnolls, there are other things!

Eric's scalp was numb, and he shouted: "Brothers, in the dark, we can't escape the pursuit of these gnolls. If you don't want to die, take up arms and stick to it until dawn."

The refugee robbers understood that the leader was right, and they clenched their teeth and clenched their assorted weapons.

As the shaman-inspired drums sounded, the dark-sighted gnolls charged, howling at the outcast bandits.

When the gnoll rushed into the lighting range of the bonfire, the refugee robbers also rushed up and fought with the gnoll.

These refugee robbers have experienced long-term wars, eating bark, digging grass roots, grabbing food from wild dogs, and experiencing all kinds of wind and waves. The fierce characters they have developed from this, coupled with the pressure of death, make them Fight head to head with gnolls without fear.

Compared with the brave refugees, the Bloodfangs are a professional adventure team. As soon as they fight, they find that something is wrong. These gnolls are different from the wild monsters they have encountered in the past. They not only hold sophisticated weapons, but also know how to cooperate with each other.

Eric's heart was beating wildly, and he said in a low voice, "I can't hold it! Get out!"

When everyone in the Blood Fang Adventure Group heard the words, they followed behind the leader and broke through in one direction.

Eric wielded a great sword and slashed a parrying gnoll, including his weapon, in half.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of breaking through the air above his head, and hurriedly moved sideways to dodge, a terrifying mace smashed the unlucky man behind him into flesh.

A gust of wind blew, the bonfire shook, and the flames shone on the big, hideous face of the two-headed ogre.

Eric was terrified.

The two-headed ogre cast a spell while shaking off the minced meat stuck to the mace.

A green light hit Eric with lightning speed.

weak!

Looking at the mace raised by the ogre again, Eric's face was ashen, and there was another pool of rotten flesh on the ground.

In the end, none of the Bloodfang Bandits escaped, and were either captured alive or killed in battle.

"Ahhh!"

A few naked young human women saw the blood-soaked monster approaching, either screamed in horror and shrank into a ball, or fainted directly.

To the surprise of several sober humans, these gnolls ignored them and began to search for valuables on the corpse.

At this time, a human in a military uniform emerged from the monster.

"You are safe."

After scavenging for the spoils, the monster army didn't want to rush back overnight. They simply set up a bonfire in the open space beside the battlefield, and held a banquet with the food and wine they had seized.

In the dark forest, beside the warm bonfire, under the amazed eyes of the robbers and prisoners of war, a group of demons danced wildly.

...

Early the next morning, the monster army took the prisoners of war and entered Bailey City. People stood on both sides of the road, pointing at the monsters and the prisoners of war.

"what happened?"

"I heard these people are robbers."

...

As the truth spread, people looked at the monster army with less fear and more friendliness.

Of course, the monsters have never cared about the thoughts of human civilians. They are an army of monsters that obey the orders of the white dragon.

After handing over the prisoners of war with the city defense army of Bailey, the monster army returned to the barracks outside the city, carrying the food and wine presented by the earl, and started another carnival.

They have a long time in Bailey City.