Shield Hero: My Fist Is Hard

"It's you who not only smashed my house, but also injured my father?"

Before reaching the entrance of the village, Wordsworth's roar sounded.

When the soldiers standing at the entrance of the village heard the sound, they immediately turned their heads and saw Wordsworth walking slowly.

Naturally, the leading soldier immediately recognized that he was a member of the group who just wanted to enter the village.

"Boy... I remember you didn't pay the toll, how did you get in here?"

The lead soldier didn't answer Wordsworth, but scolded instead.

"You still have not answered my question!"

Wordsworth's eyes were red, and he came to the leading soldier and questioned again condescendingly.

"I'm not obliged to answer your question, but you... sneaked into the village without paying the toll. Do you know what crime you committed? This crime is enough for us to put you in the dungeon."

Wordsworth's tall body obviously did not frighten the leading soldiers.

Because in their view, they are the brave man of the gun and Myne, no one dares to do anything to them, besides, there is only one person on the other side, who looks stupid, and there are about 10 people on their side, so there is no need to be afraid he.

After all, the leading soldier is like this, and the surrounding soldiers are also laughing, as if seeing his captain teasing that stupid big man, this is a sideshow after being bored standing guard

However, what these soldiers did not expect was that Wadsworth's huge right hand grabbed the head of the leading soldier and lifted it up easily like a child.

"What do you want... let me go!"

The leading soldier grabbed Wordsworth's arm with both hands, and kicked his feet desperately in mid-air. Feeling the pain from his brain getting stronger, he said angrily on the spot.

"Since you don't say anything, then just kill them all. Anyway, I have already confirmed that you people are the ones to blame."

Wordsworth said coldly, and in the next second he grabbed the lead soldier's head with both hands. Before the surrounding soldiers could fully react, blood began to flow out of the lead soldier's seven holes, and he wailed in pain.

"Boldly, let go!"

At this time, those soldiers finally reacted, and they drew out their weapons one after another and were about to rush forward.

"Get out of here!"

Wordsworth didn't take a step back, but threw the leading soldier in his hand directly at those soldiers.

Seeing this, the soldiers instinctively opened their arms and were about to catch the leading soldier.

However, the heavy force was far beyond their imagination. Although the soldiers caught the leading soldier, they all fell on their backs one by one.

Taking a closer look, the leading soldier left a deep finger print on both sides of his cheek, and he remained motionless, apparently directly crushed to death by Wordsworth.

"The captain is actually dead."

"Damn it, do you know what you did?"

"We are not only the subordinates of Lord Qianlong and Myne, but also soldiers of the kingdom!"

Perhaps because they were too surprised, the soldiers didn't go up to deal with Wordsworth immediately, but instead shouted one by one.

"So what, you're all going to die today!"

Wordsworth drew out the great sword on his back, and swept it out directly.

The three soldiers still had panic in their eyes, their heads shot up into the sky, and they took away the giant's ecology with a single sword strike.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!!"

Now, they finally understood, and sounded the alarm, that they had encountered a desperate werewolf.

Of course...the next second greeted them was the giant sword in Wadsworth's hand, and one of the soldiers was split in half like a stake on the spot.

Even so, the giant sword's power remained undiminished, and it swept towards the soldiers next to it.

Amidst the sound of sirens, footsteps began to sound in the village, as well as the sound of armor clashing.

Not long after, seventy or eighty soldiers gathered at the entrance of Lute Village, and their footsteps stopped.

Because the scene in front of them was really shocking to them.

Wordsworth stands among a dozen or so corpses, few of which are intact.

Taking a closer look, Wadsworth is holding a huge sword covered in blood, and even his body has a lot of blood stains. Coupled with his red eyes, he looks like a demon.

It was so shocking that the soldiers who arrived all swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and even with their toes, they knew that Wordsworth was the one who killed the soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the village.

"Array...Array!"

These soldiers still had some professionalism, and quickly raised their spears in their hands, and formed a defensive formation.

Without any trace of fear, Wordsworth held the long sword in his hand and began to walk towards these soldiers in a diameter. Slowly he began to sprint, and the speed became faster and faster.

When he was about to rush to the defensive formation formed by the soldiers, he waved his sword in his hand, and under Wordsworth's terrifying power, the formation was torn apart like paper.

In the next second, Wordsworth rushed into the soldiers like a tiger into a flock of sheep. Every time he swung his sword, Yinhuang's blood would splash into the sky.

……… Ask for flowers…

"Damn it, where did this monster come from, why is it so strong.

"No, it can't be stopped at all."

"Don't panic, give it to me, he is only one person."

The soldiers screamed in panic, and some wanted to organize their formation again.

Wadsworth didn't give them a chance, and killed more than 10 people in an instant.

At this time, he was completely red-eyed, and at this moment, he suddenly felt pain in his calf.

Looking down, the left calf was cut out at some point, and a large amount of blood flowed out unstoppably.

Wordsworth could tell that the wound was not caused by the weapon in the soldier's hand, and there were magicians who were good at wind attributes lurking nearby.

Swinging the giant sword again, he pushed away the approaching soldiers, and not only looked around, trying to find the magician, knowing that if he didn't kill the magician, he would definitely be here.

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"He's hurt, here's his chance!"

"Everyone!"

The soldiers were overjoyed when they saw this, and took advantage of this opportunity to surround them.

Wadsworth did not find any trace of the magician, and faced with the soldiers approaching again, he could only resist with his sword.

Just then, Wadsworth felt a pain in his calf again, this time in his right foot.

At the same time, he found the magician hiding in the corner, but his legs were all injured, and he almost fell when he was about to take a step.

Even if the soldiers would miss this opportunity, they would rush forward again.

"Get out of here!"

Wordsworth yelled violently, swung his sword with both hands, and took away the lives of three soldiers, and what followed was a wound on his chest "The magician aimed at this opportunity and shot again.

Injured one after another, Wordsworth could feel the strength in his body draining.

"Are you going to die? If you die here, you will definitely be severely scolded by Lord Shield Hero.

Wordsworth could imagine himself being scolded.

"But it seems... there is no chance to be scolded by Lord Shield Hero again."

A complex smile appeared on the corner of Wordsworth's mouth, as if he was disappointed, as if he was laughing at himself...

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a carriage slowly driving towards Root Village.

Before Wadsworth could conjecture, a voice came from the carriage.

"Bell...I didn't tell you that you would not save your companions, did you?"

This voice was extremely familiar to Wordsworth. .