The flapping of the wings and the swaying of two lumps of rotten meat on Batgirl's chest are unaesthetic, even downright disgusting.
She just swooped down and picked up a female slave, the poor Asian slave, struggling and screaming, but they could not save her. Within moments, the slave is torn in half by Batgirl, spilling blood, causing a gasp and a mocking laugh from Batgirl.
"Shoot that ugly bee!" Field was furious.
Need not Fielddo say, the angry crossbowman immediately raised the crossbow, crackling a burst of bolts and arrows poured over the past, Batgirl did not expect humans to have remote means, immediately suffered, three or four arrows, broken rag head fell to the ground.
"How dare ugly things attack my neighbors, every population is paid for by my money!"
In a rage, Field takes a halberd from the carriage, and, regardless of his nobility, swings it for a full moon, smashing Batgirl's head to pieces.
In order to kill Batgirl, there is chaos on the flanks, and large pieces of rotting bodies are not blocked by crossbows, and they are immediately pounced on.
"Everybody get out of the way!
Asina immediately pushed the force, and saw the black scales at the neck of the dragon breed Wolf begin to sizzle smoke, the terrible energy converging, and even space appeared distorted.
"Boom!
Blue fire erupted from the Wolf's mouth, the heat wave was like a burst river, the blue flame covered the large position in front of the field, and the twisted figures were swallowed by the flame for a moment. Field even felt that the surrounding fog had lifted a lot.
"It's hot! The men of the guard were all in armour, and because they were close, they were roasted like iron plates, and they all bared their teeth and cried miserably. The blood of the dead was dried and smeared on the armour.
Ashna stuck out her tongue. "Sorry."
The continuous flame killed a large group of decomposed bodies, and the rest was not enough to be afraid, and they successfully resisted the first wave of corpses.
Three dead slaves, one slave guard. That's okay.
"Rest where you are for half an hour while the women fetch their arrows."
Field took the kettle from the butler's hand and poured a few mouthfuls, the cold water stimulated the throat, and Field woke up and felt that he was still in reality.
"Thanks to you, Ashina." Field reached out and rubbed Ashina's head, causing Ashina to blush, the Wolf tail swung and the propeller in general, feeling to take off in place.
Ashna shook her head and said with mock modesty, "This is what I should do."
But the expression is: (total ¯͒ ~ ¯͒ total)
Praise me! Don't stop!
No wonder Northern Province is called the Land of the damned, and if the original Lord had come, no, I might not have survived much longer without Ashna's help.
Field recoiled, but quickly dispelled the negative feelings as he saw the new sign approaching in his direction, a bunch of red exclamation marks.
"Is this sign another monster? No, the queue is too neat, and there are exactly 19 of them." Field frowned a little, thought for a moment, called Asina, pointed ahead, "You first go to the fog ambush, ready to react."
Connor, the captain of the cavalry, and his brothers also advanced through the fog.
"This fog lamp looks like it's going out, damn it, why is that stupid baron's lamp so big and ours so small?" The second lady is too stingy. She wants the donkey to work, but she refuses to give carrots."
"Shut up, donkey! Beware of your loud voice attracting dead bodies." The people around him nervously scolded him.
"I felt something run up behind us." 'said one of the astute horsemen, who was holding his lance and looking very uneasy.' We ought to have killed Baron Field before we entered the Northern provinces, not now. '
Connor said, "You don't think I want to? But to kill one nobleman fair and square is enough for us all to hang."
That's why they said goodbye to Field and circled back, to find alibis.
Soon, Connor's cavalry picked up Field's trail, fresh blood and dead bodies on the ground, the best way to guide the route.
You can't hide the tracks of over 200 people.
"Brothers, wait a moment to kill Field first, then rush the slaves back and forth and take away their fog lamps. The fog will soon kill them all."
Connor's plan was perfect.
Having arranged the charge with the lance, the men began to trot their horses.
"I can already imagine Field pleading for mercy in horror!" Connor licked the corners of his mouth and smiled recklessly.
When he saw Field, however, his smile froze.
A full armored guard of thirty men, with shields and halberds, in defensive formation, their halberds shining brightly, and the blood and viscera of the rotting corpses on their armour showed that they were not to be provoked.
Field was in the back of the line, two rows of crossbowmen already strung, ready to fire on Connor's cavalry at a moment's notice, even without professional training, but a crossbow could be fired by a three-year-old and cut through an adult's body with ease.
"Damn it! We've been discovered." Connor was dumbfounded. He felt like a clown.
"How is that possible? Field is a groundless coward, and where did he get his guard?"
There was a great agitation of the cavalry, and the surprise was no longer a joke.
Charging the heavily-armored halberds in position? Or hit the fucking traffic?
"Let's go!"
Connor yanked the REINS. The horse neighed and jerked his hooves to turn.
"Roar!
A giant black Wolf, more than two meters tall and as strong as a bear, appeared behind the warhorse and scared Connor's warhorse back.
Connor was thrown off by the horse. He was scared to death.
'Damn it!
Before he could pick up the weapon, Connor was held to his throat by a long gun, and a beautiful Wolf man stared at him with half a smile in his eyes. Connor knew that if he moved, he would die.
What's more, she took away her own fog lamp.
"That's the damn slave Field bought!"
Connor immediately remembered the slaves Field had insisted on buying.
No fog lights, but can come and go freely in the fog.
Everyone dumbstruck, goddess on ah! They got some kind of blood mold, ran into the Chosen One.
Who the hell would have thought that Field would have the Chosen, and if he had, he wouldn't have given them 10,000 gold.
"Hey, Captain Connor, what are you doing here? It gave me a fright." Field did not give a direct order to kill them, he rolled his eyes slyly, and then in the casual tone of an old friend, "Are you afraid I won't be there on time?" Rest assured, it is the duty of the nobility to expand the territory for the family."
"Uh..." Connor's lost his voice. It's between life and death.