Chapter 322 (1/2)

”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!”