Chapter 322

"Hoo Hoo!"

A fire broke out in a poor village. With the shrill cries, the rolling black smoke rolled and carried the bones of the dead to the sky.

"Roar! You, and you! Hand over all the hidden food!"

In the light of the fire, the poor and ferocious thief said with a grim smile. He tore off a large piece of barbecue and waved a rusty long sword with eye-catching blood on it in the other hand. Three villagers who had exceeded their power had died under the sword.

The scene of the massacre aroused the blood of a group of villagers. Without food, they can't survive the disaster of winter. At that time, they will still be dead!

In order to compete for the limited living space, the Nordic people have always been bloody. This is the blood left by their ancestors. Even the humble villagers will fight back and fight for a glimmer of hope!

At present, because the disaster of winter is coming, all lords are busy preparing for the winter, but they don't have the energy to eliminate thieves, let alone sell for a marginal village. The Lord won't do this.

"Whew!"

But before the professional who opened the knight rank in the village resisted, a wide sword was cut down. With a large amount of blood splashing on his neck, the trained professional was killed by the second, and his head rolled aside, which made the villagers who wanted to resist stiff. They looked at a tall figure coming with a wide sword with deep fear in their eyes.

powerful!

Words can not describe the powerful!

The reserve knight in charge of public security in the village was killed by a sword before he took action!

With such terrible thieves, do they really have the courage... To resist?

"Hum, who doesn't have eyes dares to resist our gold thieves group?"

The big blonde man in the old armor is burly and more than two meters tall. He holds a decapitated broad sword and steps on the falling head, such as a exploding watermelon. Many villagers subconsciously close their eyes. The prepared Knight guarding the villagers blew his head into blood fog on the spot!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The golden haired man gave a long roar, and his whole body exuded a vicious smell of blood. His face was ferocious, his long hair was messy, and his anger was like an entrenched lion.

"Boss, cow!"

"Hahaha, it's really domineering to cut down the sword, boss!"

"No, these Dalits have to beat it well! We'll have food for the winter!"

A group of thieves who followed the blonde man laughed a few times. They found food in the villagers' house and killed the owner of the house, leaving a big fire burning clean.

Being watched by the gold thieves is the end of destruction.

"You... Are a group of animals! Robbers! You, and you!! those who get something for nothing are guilty, and the God of harvest will punish you!"

The old village head stood up trembling on crutches, his chest undulating, gasping and yelling.

"Yo, the old man is so old that he has a good spirit."

A thief sneered. He shrugged his shoulders and waved his sword around the village head's neck. His eyes were full of fun: "how can we say that we get something for nothing? Our thieves' work is to rob your property. This is a harvest. Maybe the God of harvest will reward us well."

The village head opened his eyes, breathed heavily, and his chest fluctuated constantly. He was about to scold, but he was beheaded by the impatient thief with a sword, splashed a large amount of blood and sprayed several villagers behind him!

"Ah, ah, ah!"

"They killed the village head and fought!"

"Kill and avenge the village head!"

Witnessing that the respected village head in the village was mercilessly beheaded by thieves, the exploited and bullied villagers were angry, grabbed hoes, sickles and other agricultural tools, or swung them with fists!

But the gold thieves smiled coldly, the blonde man nodded slightly, and a group of thieves slaughtered the villagers like wolves!

Villagers who go to the ground to do farm work and have never experienced training believe in the God of harvest that follows the harmony of nature. Is it the opponent of these murderous thieves!

Within a few breaths, more than a dozen thieves killed all the rebellious villagers. The earth was bleeding. There were mutilated limbs and broken arms everywhere. After killing the villagers, the thieves who released their desire abused the bodies. The means were terrible!

"Hum, you fool who overestimates his strength."

The blonde man looked at the broken corpses on the ground and sneered, but in the house on his side, there was a sound full of surprises.

"Boss, I found the treasure!"

Then, the thief who went to search the village head's house came out with a beautiful young woman on her shoulder.

The young woman is the daughter-in-law of the village head. She has long chestnut curly hair and a beautiful face full of fear and despair. Even if she wears linen, she can't hide her mature figure.

"Hey, hey, I did find the treasure!"

The blonde smiled boldly. In barren villages, most women are farm women with fat and bucket waist. They are not as delicate and beautiful as this young woman.

"Well... Boss, after you enjoy it, will you let the brothers have a mouthful of soup... Hey hey."

"For your sake of being so sensible, you play and ignore me."

With a wave of his hand, the blonde man rewarded the beautiful young woman to his men and welcomed bursts of wolf howls.

"No, I'm pregnant! There's a baby in my stomach!"

The frightened young woman trembled all over. She was dropped on a spacious stall. Her frightened eyes fell on a dead body lying in a pool of blood, and her light chestnut pupils were filled with despair.

Her husband, half of his face was cut off, a large piece of skin was torn off his neck by the beast, his limbs were cut off, his abdomen was pierced by a sword, and a piece of intestines was pulled out.

Soon, without waiting for her sad cry, she was swarmed by several strong thieves.

The man who fell in a pool of blood and was abused, half of his face just witnessed this scene. His empty eyes, stained with blood and tears, fell down his face.

In the war-torn northern Europe, order and ethics have long collapsed. In the face of these beasts in human skin, there is no humanity at all.

"It's a beautiful smell of freedom."

The blonde man was intoxicated in the background of the fire, which was filled with the smell of gunsmoke and the sound of despair deep into the bone marrow, which made him quite happy.

The village's scarce wealth was swept away. Bags of grain were transported to the transport vehicle. As for livestock, several heads were slaughtered and dried meat was made by special methods for easy storage.

Weak meat and strong food are the survival rules of northern Europe.

"Ouch!"

At this time, the fire was burning, but there was a cold wolf howling in the distance.

"Huh?"

The blonde frowned. He was alert and had a sense of crisis.

There are not only rampant gangs of thieves in the wasteland, but also wolves who come to hear the wind. Perhaps they are attracted by the fire, so that the wolves wandering in the wasteland can gather together and take a share.