Chapter 2

The setting sun sinks in the west, and the golden sun is no longer hot in the day. The whole wild dog village was silent and empty, like a piece of ruins. Only the wind in the distance could be heard. The black crow stopped on the treetop at the head of the village and squeaked.

The old knight sat next to him leaning on a stone, breathing heavily with a bloody sword in his hand, and watched Lauren busy cleaning up the traces left by the battle.

The dark red blood and three messy bodies made the surrounding air seem to be filled with the smell of just fighting. Lying on the ground, Loren took a lot of effort to break off the hatchet in the robber's hand and carefully wipe off the blood on it - the blood will corrode the iron ware. This is a very key common sense for the wandering knight and his attendants who have little money.

Only three robbers came, which means that the other party just came to scare the villagers and didn't intend to use force at all, and the rest of the robbers must hide not far away - if these people didn't go back, the rest were not scattered, so they must come back for revenge.

After scavenging the valuable things, some panting Loren stood up and took a look at the still empty village around him - the battle had long been over, but now none of the villagers dared to come out... Loren couldn't help laughing and shook his head ironically.

These villagers are not hiding from robbers, but from themselves. Worried that if they come out, they will be implicated by the old knight and Loren. The idea of being as childish as an ostrich is really stupid to a certain extent.

Will those robbers let them go because they are "not involved"?

"Bang --!"

As Loren kicked the door open, the whole church was full of screams and panic sounds. The panic villagers crowded together and tried to hide, pushing and shouting one after another.

The villagers didn't stop shouting until they saw that the man who came was the attendant of the old knight during the day. The village head who was pushed out by the crowd was still flattering: "those robbers, they, they all..."

"It's all gone to hell." Loren said quietly, but the village head shivered and couldn't speak.

"But after the three people came, I guess there must be more than three robbers, right?" Lauren continued. "If this group hasn't returned by night, the rest of the robbers will notice, so they have to wipe them out all night to avoid disaster."

"Even, all night?"

"Yes, or you'll be ready for their revenge. These people have no bottom line. It's no wonder that they smashed the church and burned the field." Loren looked at the villagers: "so my knight master and I need a guide and a few helpers to go with me. We can't deal with several robbers at the same time."

The village head turned around in embarrassment. The villagers hiding behind him looked at each other and turned the corners of Lauren's mouth slightly - he thought it would be like this from the beginning, shook his head, turned and left.

"Please, please wait..."

Just as Loren was about to leave, a man in the church suddenly raised his right hand and came out trembling.

........................ The sky was getting darker and darker. Among the grass covered mountain paths, the villagers holding the hatchet walked forward carefully for a few steps. They were relieved when they saw that there was no one.

"Those robbers live here, Knight master." Martin, who walked in front, carefully looked back at the old knight behind him. He was still frightened and scared to death: "if you go up again, you will run into them!"

"That's just right." the old knight urged angrily, "hurry up, it's going to be dark in a while!" then he put his scabbard on his back.

Martin, who almost fell and chewed on the mud, swallowed his saliva, shrunk his neck and continued to walk forward, as if he hadn't noticed the suspicious eyes from behind.

Loren remembered clearly that it was this guy named Martin who reminded himself to mind his own business. In the end, he was the only one who followed him - wouldn't it be better for him to hide away if he really didn't want to cause trouble?

While Loren was still thinking, there seemed to be some movement in his ears. Vaguely, he could feel that there were not only those trees around: "wait, there seems to be buried in front..."

Soon, the sudden sound of breaking the air interrupted Loren's words. The wide eyed attendant looked at the quivering arrows on the tree trunk in amazement. If the other party aimed at himself, he might have died long ago.

"Sneak attack villain, come out!" immediately responded. The old knight roared around and slapped Martin down.

"If you don't want to die, go back, old man." a lazy voice came. At this time, Loren saw a man squatting in a tree not far away: "there's nothing for you here."

"Watch your words, bitch, you're talking to a knight!" the angry old knight's beard trembled: "I'm Sir Leonardo Turin, stand up and duel with me!"

"Oh, I don't know you are actually a knight master." the robber squatting on the tree continued to tease: "can you please raise your hand and give us poor countrymen a way to live?"

"I......" the breathless old knight just wanted to scold a few words, but was interrupted by Martin. The guy who had just collapsed on the ground suddenly jumped up and threw his axe to the ground in a panic, jumping around like a monkey.

"No, I didn't do it. It was these two guys. They killed those three people. I have nothing to do with them!" Martin raised his hands like crazy and shouted at his throat: "don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm innocent!"

"Shut up, fool!" the old knight wished he had just slapped him to death, but Martin still shouted as if he could not hear him. From beginning to end, Lorraine standing behind inadvertently glanced at the robber in the tree, but found that the other party had pressed the arrow on the bow string.

"Get down!"

But it was still too late - Martin, who had just been yelling, fell to the ground with an arrow in his chest, screamed, and then there was no movement.

Lauren looked at Martin, who had fallen, with some astonishment, which was more or less unbelievable - could he say that his doubts were all wrong, that this guy was just an ordinary villager?

"Just now it was just a warning, old man." the robber on the tree snorted coldly: "don't put on the airs of a knight master. If you dare to say another word, you will compensate our dead brothers for their lives!"

When his voice fell, Loren found a movement in the shade around him. One robber after another with bows, arrows and spears came out - they were actually surrounded as they approached here.

The old knight was still calm and looked dismissively at the robbers around him who didn't dare to come forward: "if you have the ability, don't hide behind the tree, stand up and duel with me, or get out!"

The robbers around seemed to be a little scared. They stepped back one after another and made the guys in the tree lose face: "it's just an old man and a baby. What's terrible? Go up to me and avenge the dead brothers!"

Leonardo Turin snorted and touched the knight's sword hanging on his left waist with his right hand, but he threw himself into the air - his sword was gone!

"Are you looking for this, Knight master?" Martin, who had just "fallen with an arrow", smiled grimly, raised his long sword and looked at his stunned eyes: "come on, let me give it back to you!"

A sharp blade full of broken edges pierced the old knight's chest. Similarly, Loren, who stared wide, looked unbelievably at the sword tip piercing through the old knight's back, and the sprayed blood stained half of his face red.

"Bang --!" suddenly there was a heavy blow behind his head. Before he could react, Loren felt the darkness in front of him, and then lost his intuition.

"I was so kind to remind you, why don't you want to listen?" the robber leader Martin broke off the fake arrow and kicked Lauren lying on the ground.

"Take this boy - since the old man is dead, let him and the little wizard be our substitute!"