White Dragon Lord

In the dark, the robbers who watched in the bushes heard laughter from behind and the occasional screams of women. He felt bitter in his heart. He complained to his companion beside him: "What a bad luck! Others are drinking and eating meat. Some of us are drinking northwest wind here."

　　 "No way, who will let us turn a few."

　　 The leader of the watchman—the middle-ranking thief was about to get up to educate his subordinates who had been on the run. Suddenly, he paused and felt something wrong, because, except for the celebrating crowd, other voices in the dense forest were gradually disappearing.

　　 Long-term adventures told him that what can stop these sensitive bugs from calling is either a beast with a strong enough aura or a large number of creatures.

　　 Neither situation is a good thing. A drop of cold sweat ran down the thief's forehead. He didn't know what was in the dark or how many.

　　 He didn't dare to speak out, carefully observing the surrounding movement, and slowly backing away with his waist. Now, only by returning to the high-level warrior-Eric, can he give him a sense of security.

　　 Suddenly, the thief found an unusual moving shadow and was startled.

　　 Together? !

　　 Regardless of hiding his whereabouts, he quickly dodges and hides behind a big tree.

　　咻咻咻.

　　 The cold arrow shot in the shadow penetrated the throat of the robber who was speaking at the watch, and they fell to the ground with their necks covered.

　　 The middle-ranking thief looked at the standard crossbow arrow with the trembling tail stuck in the tree, and his heart was horrified.

　　Professional stalker! Military crossbow!

　　 Damn it! Haven't all the elite soldiers of Pele City sent to the front? How come they are here!

　　 Besides, in the dark, how did they aim? Could it be the earl’s guards equipped with magic items?

　　 In a short period of time, the thieves brain made up a large part of the plot, but the feet were not slow. He catted to his waist and used combat skills to move quickly among the trees, avoiding crossbow arrows and moving towards the leader.

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

　　 Spellcaster! Deceleration! That's it!

　　 A crossbow arrow plunged into the back of the head of the decelerating thief, and the thief fell to the ground with a thud.

　　As a high-ranking warrior, Eric's hearing is much better than others. He heard abnormal noises in the dark.

　　 "Enemy attack!"

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

　　 "Brothers! Don't be afraid! We will finally win! The one who kills the most enemies, reward one hundred gold coins!"

　　 Ordinary robbers reddened when he heard the words, and squeezed forward, for fear that others would steal their gold coins.

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

　　 A certain boss: "Leader, what shall we do?"

Eric was frightened and uncertain. With the mid-level thief's ability to escape, he couldn't escape. He was also very disturbed, but the surrounding black lights were blinding. They didn't even know what the enemy was, where they were, and they couldn't judge which way to escape. OK, rush out blindly, in case you hit the gun!

　　 Eric gritted his teeth: "Let these idiots go first, you take the gold coins, find the opportunity to run separately, we will gather in the same place!"

　　 "Wow!"

　　 There were a few wolf howls in the forest. Looking at the dense green fluorescent eyes that lit up in the dark forest, the homeless robbers began to agitate.

"Wolf?"

　　 "No! It's a jackal, **** it, are these monsters running out of the forest too!"

　　 Suddenly, the dull drums of war sounded, and the intensive rhythm of drum beats, as if 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 a jackal, there are other things!

　　 Eric's scalp was numb, and he shouted: "Brothers, in the dark, we can't escape the chasing of these wolves. If we don't want to die, we will take up arms and hold on until dawn."

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

　　 As the drums of war inspired by the shaman sounded, the wolves who could see things in the dark launched a charge, and they howled and pounced on the refugee robbers.

　　 When the jackals rushed into the lighting range of the bonfire, the refugee robbers also rushed up to fight with the jackals.

These refugees and robbers have experienced long-term wars. They have eaten bark, shaved grass roots, snatched food from wild dogs, and experienced all kinds of wind and waves. The fierce personality tempered by this, coupled with the pressure of death, makes them Undaunted and fought hand-to-hand with the Jackal.

　　 Compared with the brave vagabonds, the Bloodfangs are a professional adventure team. Once they meet, they find something is wrong. These wolves 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 beats wildly, and he whispered: "Can't hold it! Get out!"

　　 Everyone in the Bloodfang Adventure Group heard the words, followed behind the leader, and broke through in one direction.

　　 Eric holding a big sword, split a parrying jackal, even his weapon in half.

　　 Suddenly, he heard the sound of breaking through the air above his head, and quickly moved to dodge. A terrifying mace smashed the hapless guy behind him into mud.

　　 A gust of wind blew, the bonfire shook, and the fire shone on the big 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~www.novelmt.com~weak!

　　 Seeing the mace held up by the ogre again, Eric's face was like ashes, and there was another puddle of rotten meat on the ground.

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

　　 "Ahhhhhhh!"

　　 Several unclothed young women, seeing the **** monster approaching, either shrank into a ball in horror, or fainted directly.

　　 To the surprise of a few sober humans, these jackals ignored them and began to search for valuable objects on the corpses.

　　 At this time, a human in military uniform walked out of the monster.

　　 "You are safe."

　　 After searching for the spoils, the monster army did not want to rush back overnight. They simply set up a bonfire in the open space next to the battlefield, and started a banquet with the food and wine that they seized.

　　 In the dark forest, beside the warm bonfire, in the surprised eyes of robbers and prisoners of war, demons danced wildly.

　　……

　　 Early the next morning, an army of monsters escorted prisoners of war into Pele City. People stood on both sides of the road, pointing at the monsters and prisoners of war.

"what happened?"

　　 "I heard that these people are robbers."

　　……

　　 As the truth spread, the look in the eyes of the monster army became less fearful and more friendly.

　　 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 　　 and Pele City’s defense forces handed over the prisoners of war, the monster army returned to the barracks outside the city, carrying the food and wine rewarded by the earl, and began another carnival.

　　 They have a long time in Bailey City.