Succubus' Manor

Standing on the high platform of the castle, Chi Yan could see the light of sparks not far away. It was the light from the torch held by the robber. When viewed from a distance, it looked like stars on the ground, flickering, but now Chi Yan Neither Yan nor the housekeeper could appreciate the beautiful scenery.

The steward forced himself to say calmly: "My lord, nothing will happen, the Holy Court will definitely send someone..."

Chi Yan frowned. Although he was usually out of tune, when something happened, he was calmer than anyone else. He said to the steward, "We can't spare any manpower to report to the Holy Court. People came to support us, and it has been two days since the order was given and the manpower was assembled."

If they can't protect themselves, when the people sent by the Holy Court arrive, they will only see the remains of bones on the ground.

It is better to ask for others than to ask for oneself, the truth that the ancestors said many years ago.

There is always a reason for everything.

The butler still looked calm after hearing Chi Yan's words, but his fingers were trembling involuntarily.

He has been a housekeeper for many years, and it is not that he has never encountered robbers, but many robbers are just ordinary civilians. He has never seen a truly brutal robber, but he has heard others say that the kind is not forced out of help, but by relying on The robber for a living.

They will rob all the food, kill all the men, let the women play with them, and when they have had enough fun, they will kill all the women when they leave, even the children.

"My lord..." the butler said with a trembling voice, "I'll ask the coachman to take you to the nearest other lord right now."

Chi Yan shook his head: "I must be here."

If he was not there, the slaves would panic, fear would overwhelm them, and then they would be lambs to be slaughtered.

Chi Yan said to the butler: "The robbers will always come, either today or tomorrow."

Chi Yan kept a straight face, trying to make himself appear more stable and reliable.

He was also flustered, but he absolutely couldn't show it.

As he himself said, if even he panicked, it would be over here.

And he cannot escape forever.

Mars was getting closer and closer, and the robbers moved rapidly. When they were about to approach, they extinguished the torches. Without the fire, the night became their best shelter.

The slaves were almost always night blind, and their need to light torches made them an even more obvious target.

Although Karl and Albert looked down on slaves and felt that slaves could not fight, they did not have the right to be picky at this moment. As knights, they had received education and knew that they could not fight without knowing the number of enemies and their combat effectiveness. Attack rashly.

Albert rode on the horse and said to the slaves and civilians: "I don't know how many of them there are now. We will wait here until we see people. Some of you are with me, some of you are with Karl, we start from two bread Clip it."

The slave civilians didn't understand, they only understood that there should be two groups of people, but they didn't know who to follow.

Albert had no choice but to ride around and circle the people who followed him, and everyone else followed Carl.

Soon, they heard footsteps, but couldn't tell the direction. Carl and Albert looked at each other and swallowed hard. Whether they can see the sun tomorrow depends on the present.

Albert and Karl dismounted together and let the horses run back to the stables. They could not fight on horseback.

Unable to maintain balance.

The reason why the cavalry is strong is because it has a saddle, which can maintain its figure on the horse and fight.

But although the current cavalry has saddles, the saddles can only barely allow them to sit firmly and cannot fight.

So cavalry, like knights, are just a facade, but even so, horses are controlled by the Holy Court and are important military reserves.

Carl and Albert looked at each other, and they both saw determination, not fear, in each other's eyes.

For a knight, death is not something to be feared, it is a dishonorable death to be feared.

The goblin Dahe holds an ax in his hand, he is very afraid, he has been a slave since birth, and grew up in this land, the highest mountain he has seen is here, and the widest river he has seen is also here, but he has never Slaves are not allowed to fight without fighting with others.

Slaves are the property of the lord. If one slave beats another slave to death, the lord will lose a slave in vain.

It is probably because such days have passed for a long time, and the slaves have been worn out of all temper and blood.

They just heard the robber's footsteps, and they couldn't help but want to lie on the ground, as if it was safe.

Whenever they provoke the steward, as long as they lie down like this, with the whip on their back, it won't hurt too much.

So once they encounter danger, they will subconsciously make such an action.

Dahe was selected by Albert, and he followed Albert to the other side of the territory. There was a trail here, and if the opponent came from Carl's direction, they could double-team each other from left to right, and catch the opponent by surprise.

Albert also knew that the soldiers should be encouraged at this time. Although it was not soldiers but slaves who followed him, the reason should be the same.

So Albert said: "As long as you can follow me and defeat the robbers, I assure you, the adults will definitely reward you!"

He didn't dare to vouch for Chi Yan, so he could only say, "There's bread!"

But for slaves, bread was enough.

They mustered up their courage, looked at the dark woods ahead, heard the approaching footsteps, and clenched the weapons in their hands.

Not everyone gets axes and hoes, but more people get sticks.

The footsteps were getting closer, they were very hurried footsteps, as if many people were running together, advancing rapidly in the woods.

Albert roared when the footsteps suddenly became louder: "Follow me!"

Then he rushed out at the head of the pack, the long knife in his hand shone a frighteningly cold light in the moonlight that had just appeared, Albert's arms and forehead were bulging with veins, he couldn't even see what the person in front looked like, Just slashed it with a knife.

His strength was too great, and he directly chopped off one of the opponent's arms.

With a miserable scream sounded.

This night full of blood and fire officially kicked off.

Albert didn't know how many people he had killed. He only felt that his whole body was full of strength. He didn't have to worry about his sword breaking during the battle, he didn't have to pick up the broken sword, and he didn't have to scratch his palm.

With this knife, he felt that he was invincible and invincible.

Chi Yan was still standing on the castle. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was not playing a game.

The people here are real, whether they are slaves or commoners, knights or robbers.

They were just like him, they were all the same people, they all wanted a better life, they all pursued beautiful things.

Chi Yan suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly, "Defeat them! I will exempt you from being slaves!"

He yelled once, fearing that people would not hear him, and yelled again and again until he could no longer make a sound.

The housekeeper didn't stop Chi Yan this time.

The butler looked at Chi Yan's back with tears glistening in his eyes.

Perhaps this young and fragile new lord is stronger than he imagined.

The slaves heard Chi Yan's voice.

With an ax in his hand, Dahe suddenly burst out with greater strength. He jumped up, and the ax hit the robber on the head.

He didn't want to be a slave forever, his mother a slave forever, his future child a slave too.

Karl is also red-eyed. Unlike Albert, he has never been on the battlefield. He is a child of a nobleman, but his father is only a baron with the lowest status, and many people do not even become a knighthood. There are two elder brothers from the same mother, the title cannot fall on him.

But his father liked him very much, so he sent him to the holy courtyard and made him a knight.

If he can follow a powerful noble in the future, maybe he can also have his own title.

Karl has never killed anyone. Although he told Albert that he had been on the battlefield, it was because he was worried that Albert and the lord would look down on him, but today, he killed someone.

But without imagining the fear.

He likes this place from the bottom of his heart, he can eat delicious and soft bread, and the lord has never scolded and punished him.

He also likes the lord from the bottom of his heart, and he feels that his feelings for the lord should be called "love".

Although adults don't "love" him.

It was finally dawn, and the night was staggeringly long.

When the soft morning sun shone on the land, Carl and Albert finally sat down on the ground exhausted.

There was blood and corpses everywhere.

They did not spare a single robber.

The robbers were all physically strong, and one could tell at a glance that they lived by this. Countless people died in their hands. Several of them had hideous scars on their faces, and they held iron weapons. I don’t know where they came from. Grab it in the territory.

And the place they robbed...maybe there is no one there now.

Albert let out a breath, he couldn't stand up anymore, but he still didn't put down the knife in his hand.

After the battle, the number of people had to be counted. Albert still remembered this. He asked the slaves who could still move to tell themselves how many people died on their side.

Dahe who reported to him.

Dahe's lips were dry and cracked, and his face was covered with dried blood. He said, "Master Knight! No one on our side is dead!"

Albert looked at him in disbelief, and Karl looked the same way.

How is this possible?

Da He licked his lips, tired of saliva, and said, "A dozen or so were injured."

When he said this, there were tears in his eyes.

Everyone knows that if you are injured, you are basically dead.

He remembered that when he was a child, a slave about his own age was scraped by a branch in the woods.

But a small hole.

Later, the wound began to turn yellow, swell, and ooze yellow pus, and then the slave died.

He was crying hungry until he died.

But he ended up starving to death.

Dahe himself was injured, with a wound on his arm.

He felt that he might die soon too.

But even if he died, he died as a free man, not as a slave.

that's enough.