Villiers Galloping Horse grew up in Hindukel. He became a junior knight before the age of 30. He is the leader of the entire tribe of 50 demon-wielders and the most loyal servant of the Crooked Claw tribe.
Today, the leader of Crooked Claw took them to hunt in the southern forest. In the words of the leader: "Now the Scorched Wolf is cleaning up the entire northern part of the forest. We are going there to catch slaves!"
Humans are always the servants of the stronger, this is what Villiers has been told since he was a child. His task today is to lead the young men of his tribe to follow the werewolves of the Crooked Claw tribe and provide them with logistical services.
However, the Crooked Claws' operation was too smooth this time. After capturing dozens of demon-free people, they began to rush south, completely forgetting the orcs' iron rule: do not go deeper into the forest more than 500 meters.
"Hurry up and chase after me. My lord has said that whoever catches the most will be considered his slave!"
Hearing the shout from the leader in front, Villiers subconsciously looked back. The layers of trees had completely blocked his sight. He could not see the plain outside the forest, or in other words, other tribesmen outside the forest could not see either. Come to their situation.
Villiers, who sensed the danger, shouted loudly: "Chiefs, we can't go south anymore, it's too dangerous ahead!"
However, the leader of Crooked Claw didn't even look back, he just said: "Hurry up and follow me, I want to be in front..."
Suddenly, a golden light shot out from the tree crown, and an arrow penetrated three orcs, shattering a boulder less than 10 meters in front of Villiers.
The junior knight subconsciously lay on the ground, and just as he was about to warn him, he saw a black shadow falling above the werewolf leader, and cleanly sliced off the opponent's head. Then the white light flashed in his hand, and the surrounding werewolves fell down. The once invincible and powerful Ben The main force of the Claw Tribe was wiped out in an instant.
Not only Villiers and his tribe, but also the half-orcs, half-elves and humans who had just escaped were also frightened by this brutal moment and fell to the ground without daring to say a word.
"Did you catch it? Did you draw what I looked like just now! This is me fighting against a group of orc tribes! This is the first time that the Imperial Knights fought against the orcs west of the border of the Empire after 500 years of the God Emperor! You must have drawn it Right? Show it to me quickly, and this is the only time I will apply for the palace earlship in the future!"
When the trembling Villiers heard such a passage, his first reaction was: What kind of Imperial Knights? What exactly is going on?
He knew that there were powerful elf hunters in this forest, but the elf in front of him was so powerful that he could counterattack Inumori City.
"Hurry up and surround this place, Netherland, take people to the edge of the forest to see if there are any other orcs or humans. You guys go and collect the escaped demon-free ones," a male voice appeared in the knight's ears, "Yawanni, how long has this been? Are you still in the mood to deal with all this?"
"Didn't I kill all the orcs?" The elf said in confusion.
However, the male voice did not relax at all and continued to question: "Do they have support? Is there an ambush? Will a new team come in from outside the forest? If you don't do the reconnaissance before taking action, do you want to fight your opponent in the orc territory?"
Before the elf could continue to explain, the male voice said extremely sternly: "I am now the commander of the war. You can pose and play as much as you want before the war begins, but you must obey my orders in war operations! If you don't obey, go back to Night Go to Qicheng!"
"Oh~" The elf agreed rather humbly.
Villiers lowered his head and did not dare to speak. While he was still trying to find more information from the conversation, he caught a glimpse of a pair of boots in front of him.
"Get up and understand the answer!"
The junior knight heard the order and subconsciously started playing. The one who can order the strong must be the stronger one, so he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.
However, after standing still, he found that what was in front of him was actually a tall human race, a simple human race without any elves, orcs or other racial characteristics.
"What's your name? Why are you here? What's your relationship with these orcs? How many orcs are there outside the woods, how many of your people are there?" The human dressed as a knight in front of him asked a series of questions, and Villiers didn't even hear them clearly. .
"Human race? Human race?..." Villiers kept repeating this word in his mouth, and his eyes were completely dull.
"Let me ask you something..." Rant was a little anxious at first, but seeing the frightened expressions of the humans in front of him, he didn't want to use force, so he said to the people behind him, "Who are you? Answer quickly, my patience is very limited!”
"My lord, my lord!"
Behind Villiers, an older demon supporter knelt down and begged for mercy: "We are the Galloping Horse family affiliated with the Crooked Claw tribe. We have been following the Crooked Claw tribe for generations. This is our young master Villiers. You must not hurt him!"
The demon-hugging man cried and said: "Our young master is the distant grandnephew of Tutor Rousseff, and an orthodox descendant of the Galloping Horse royal family! He has never done any harm since he was a child..."
"I know he is a descendant of the Galloping Horse Royal Family. How many of the people in this place who can stand on two legs are not descendants of the Galloping Horse Royal Family?" Lant interrupted the old man angrily. What bothered him the most was Hindukel's. The human race claims to be the orthodox descendant of the Galloping Horse royal family.
Since the 760th year of the God Emperor, when the Benma Fund's subsidy policy for the Benma family was clear, the major orc tribes of the Hindu Kerr wanted to intermarry with the Benma family at that time in order to subsidize prostitution, resulting in the current situation of Lin Mao and Jiao Lang. The orcs from the big tribes and the three major city-states are more or less related to Rousseff. In Lant's words, "Every dog has the blood of the Galloping Horse family."
As soon as the old man shut up, Lant continued to ask: "Let me ask you, how much strength does your tribe and the Crooked Claw tribe still have? Where is the camp?"
The old man poured beans through a bamboo tube and said carefully: "Crooked Claw is a big tribe. There are more than 50 werewolves orcs, hundreds of non-demon people, and there is also a vassal tribe of deer people and a cow man. Our tribe has about 40 demon-supporting people and Population: 200. Our camp is on the riverside 2 kilometers outside the forest."
"That means that their people are basically finished?" Lant turned his head with a smile, looked at Ned Land, and said happily: "Hurry up and prepare dinner, the good days are coming back!"
"Ouch~"
"Running horse!"
The barbarians and knights around Ned Land were all old subordinates who had followed Lant before and after the salt mine. As soon as they saw Lant's bad appearance, they knew that he was going to steal the other side's house, and they subconsciously let out a burst of cheers.
Yavini, Harkara and Willis Galloping looked at the cheering crowd in front of them in confusion, not understanding what they were doing.
(End of chapter)
