our family is gone

Chapter 378 It's Raining in the Forest!

As the team moved forward, Vic soon discovered the weird team. He couldn't help it because it was really weird, especially the man pulling the cart gave him a very weird feeling.

In any case, Vic had seen the world with Walter, and even those nobles and bureaucrats might not have this kind of temperament, and it still looked sick.

The illness did not destroy him, and his steps were still so steady, as if nothing could affect him.

Fortunately, I didn't act rashly just now, otherwise I would be in trouble...

Under Vic's dispatch, the convoy passed slowly, but there were not only them but also many refugees on the road.

Naturally, they also want to follow the convoy, so there is an obvious conflict between the newly arrived refugees and those who originally followed, which is referred to as jumping in line.

After the refugees who had been following followed up, they did not dare to lose their temper at the convoy. They had nowhere to vent their emotions and directed their emotions at those patients who seemed abnormal, even though they did not jump in the queue, but just happened to be beside them.

Just because Vic could see something extraordinary in that man, it didn't mean anyone else could too.

"Monster! Stay away from us!"

"Why don't you go die!"

"Unholy blasphemer, the Light will send you to hell!"

"damn it……"

These insults didn't affect anything, and those people were still walking in their formation, as if they didn't hear it.

Or maybe they heard too many similar words along the way, even more vicious ones.

They have long been numb, and even they themselves feel that maybe they are really abandoned by God, otherwise, how could they be tortured by illness?
And this is just a fuse. Sometimes the more forbearing they are, the more they will be let loose. These refugees probably have a hard time along the way.

The nobles, the church, the army, and robbers and bandits are all things they can't afford to provoke. It can be said that they have suffered a lot along the way, and they have accumulated a lot of resentment against people who are stronger than them.

Now it is easy to arouse resentment in my heart when I encounter someone who is weaker than myself, not to mention that this is still on Hamlet's land.

"Snapped!"

A stone thrown by someone who did not know hit the person pulling the cart, and at this moment there was no reaction. Those patients who had already been tortured by the disease and saw that the person pulling the cart was attacked, The eyes revealed under the cloth wrap showed intense anger.

On the other hand, the guy who threw the stone was still laughing. I don't know why such behavior made him feel proud.

"Hahaha!"

The madness of the refugees began to spread, from mouth to hands.

Seeing that an accident was about to happen, there was a loud shout at this moment.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

Who else can stand up at this time?
Vic came directly on horseback, and the oppression brought by the leader's status made the refugees feel afraid.

Looking across, the refugee who was crazy just now turned into a quail instantly, and the guy who threw the stone also looked awkward, and immediately calmed down the situation that was about to boil.

He knew that something might happen. These refugees followed the convoy just to take advantage of the situation, otherwise they would not be able to deal with those bandits.

Vic didn't care much about them, anyway, Hamlet was short of someone to take some back along the way.

But he doesn't allow these guys to make trouble, let alone watch the chaos erupt, because this is Hamlet under the lord's rule.

Stability and order are the most important rules here.

Vic glanced at those guys, and turned to the man pulling the cart. When he got close to see the broken sword, he couldn't help but be surprised.

This person is definitely not ordinary, that kind of weapon may only be used by a strong man like a lord, and this person...

"Go and get some food." Vic raised his hand and greeted, and soon someone brought a small bag.

Vic got off his horse and approached with a bag, his words suddenly became filled with righteous indignation.

"I just can't stand their bullying. Who doesn't get sick? Who doesn't encounter difficult things? Everyone is on this road to survive, and it's fine if they don't take care of each other, and they still do this kind of thing..."

The strong deserves to be respected, and he is universal no matter what time it is. He doesn't want to provoke any enemies for Hamlet, so show his favor first.

As for whether the other party accepts this situation, it's another matter.

"Don't come here." Vic had just walked a few steps when he saw the man raise his hand, and a thick but hoarse voice came out, "The disaster will come to you."

"Okay, I won't bother you." Vic didn't continue to approach him, but threw the bag over.

At first, Vic thought that there would be no problem, but he never thought that the man would not catch it, and the bag fell directly to the ground from the side of his outstretched arm.

Should this be the reaction of a strong man?
And seeing the man bowed to pick up the bag, his body was so stiff, Vik couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he had read it wrong?
"Thank you~May God bless you."

The hoarse voice interrupted his thinking, and Vic just nodded with a smile in response.

In any case, it doesn't matter anymore, anyway, I will be in town soon, and of course someone will take care of these things.

Thinking of this, Vic's expression couldn't help but relax a lot. It's too tiring to run around outside, and only Hamlet is home.

Go back and have a good rest...

And at this moment, the alarm bell rang, and a man could be seen riding back on horseback, still shouting.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

It's the guards scattered... But there seems to be something behind him?
Soon some ordinary people similar to refugees appeared on the old road with all kinds of tattered weapons, and some special enemies were mixed among them.

They were shirtless, wearing strange black iron helmets, and holding iron claws in their hands.

Isn't this fucking cultist?

Still the elite kind!
Vik didn't care so much when he realized it, he just walked over quickly, got on his horse and rushed up, shouting, "Quick! Get ready to meet the enemy."

The others looked around in a daze, but they still acted as they were trained when the order was given.

Sure enough, Vic suddenly noticed that the cultists running over the old road were stained with blood, indicating that they had already started killing.

Damn it!So what happened?Why are heretics here?
Vic is not an ordinary person. His acceptance of the lord's task shows that he knows more about the situation. When the cultists appear here, it means that something happened to Hamlet.

But now he needs to take care of himself first...

The actions launched by the Ascension Sect are unprecedented. They want to ignite the flames of war throughout Hamlet. As the only main road to and from Hamlet, this place will naturally be taken care of.

A frenzied massacre unfolded, and anyone who appeared on this road would be attacked by them, and they would sacrifice their death to the gods.

And it is obvious that these cultists rushing over have already started killing, and I don't know which unlucky ghosts saw them turned into stained blood.

"Quick, quick!" Vic kept urging the convoy to form formation, without any intention of fighting with them.

No way, if the guards were all from Hamlet's army, he would dare to fight these cultists.

But except for a few backbones, most of the guards around him are ordinary guards, and they are a bit reluctant to deal with those bandits and bandits. If there is no formation support to deal with cultists, I am afraid that they will collapse soon.

The results of the reconnaissance showed that they bought some time. Under Vic's urging, they quickly connected the convoy end-to-end to form several car formations. support each other.

This formation can withstand most of the attacks, and even heavily armed horse bandits can hardly crush them.

"Damn it!" Vic was attacked by the cultists for the first time, but there were no casualties due to the obstruction of the carriage, but it also made them overwhelmed.

"Archers, prepare to shoot!"

The crossbowmen among the guards raised their crossbows and fired at the cultists.

The crossbow arrows pierced into the cultists, but the injuries were not enough to kill them, only some of them were aimed directly into the head to kill them.

This batch of crossbows was originally supposed to be the equipment of the city defense army of Alvindor City. The war caused the price of these weapons and ordnance to rise sharply.

After all, normal wear and tear~ Even if it is brand new, it can be labeled as a defective product and be discarded. Those that should have been scrapped will continue to be used by the city defense forces. Anyway, as long as the emblem is rubbed off, no one will care.

Similarly, when those spearmen met the cultists who wanted to crawl over, they also stabbed fiercely, pushing them away with their spears.

But this tactic is more than enough to protect itself, and it is even difficult to kill those cultists. After all, most of the guards are just ordinary people who have been trained for more than half a month.

Only some Hamlet veterans who had experience fighting cultists knew how to kill them.

The people in the convoy are protected by guards and vehicles, but what about the refugees?
They fell into panic immediately after hearing the enemy attack, and wanted to seek protection from joining the convoy but were directly rejected.

On one side are the crazy cultists, and on the other side are the weapons of the guards, and they don't know what to do for a while.

If someone knows the habits of these cultists, as long as they escape here immediately, they may be able to avoid this wave, because these cultists only care about the enemies in front of them, the ones who will never die.

With a clumsy target like a convoy, it's easy to hold off a cultist.

But they are used to clinging to the strong, even if Vic does not accept them, these refugees have no decision to simply run away, thinking that following is the opportunity.

Then naturally they ruined their last chance.

Because a lot of cultists suddenly appeared in the woods on the side, it was obvious that "the former wolf pretended to sleep to lure the enemy", some of the cultists directly took the path to outflank it.

"Blood sacrifice to my lord! Flesh sacrifice to the crown!"

"The stars return to their place, and the flesh and blood soar!"

"Kill kill kill!"

The merciless killing started directly. These elite cultists raised their hands and pierced a refugee's heart with a claw, and tore the refugee's body apart with a wave of iron claws.

The cultist who had smacked his nose in Hamlet showed terrible lethality on these unarmed refugees.

"No! We're done!"

"Please let me go!"

"Don't kill me, I'm willing to do anything..."

Begging for mercy, shouting, screaming... The death and despair brought by the cultists instantly enveloped the refugees.

But some people's existence was never something that could be knocked down, and the man's big hand finally let go of the handle and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

That sudden clarity and clarity in the center of the storm...

A refugee was crushed and fell down while fleeing. When he subconsciously turned around, he saw the ferocious face of the cultist and the blood-stained kitchen knife slashing at him.

"No!"

The man was already frightened, how "powerful" he was when he scolded the loudest and uttered all kinds of vicious words just now.

At the moment he threw the stone, he was the brave man, he was the leader, enjoying the "awe" eyes of those people.

But at this moment, he didn't even have the courage to stand up and run away. He just closed his eyes subconsciously, trembling and waiting for death to come.

"哐" was the sound of metal colliding.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a large broken sword standing in front of him. He could even see mottled marks on the sword, and the person holding the sword was actually...

Before he could think any more, the man moved, and the broken sword slashed out like a dragon entering the sea. In the next second, the cultist was killed, and a few drops of blood splashed and stained the brass-colored mask.

It was he who saved me...

"Let them go! You guys come at me!"

The man didn't stop, but shouted at the cultists, and strode into the cultists, his slightly stiff movements seemed so determined.

"It's raining in the forest!"

With a violent slash, another cultist who was facing him was cut off directly, and the blood splattered like rain.

"Summer before autumn!"

The broken sword in his hand blocked another cultist's sharp claws, and he slashed at him with his backhand. The violent cultist just now was beheaded with a sword.

"Blood and mud!"

Stepping forward, swinging the sword with both hands, the cultist who was still slaughtering the refugees was directly cut from the shoulder to the chest, the internal organs fell under the pull of gravity, and the heart in the mud was still beating.

"The petals are falling!"

As if with a premonition, he turned around and swung his sword, beheading a cultist who wanted to attack from behind. His head shot up into the sky but fell to the ground in an instant.

The rain falls and the forest turns into mud, and the midsummer before autumn ushers in decline. The flesh and blood of the enemy falls on the soil, and the falling petals represent withering.

Every sentence of his foreshadows the death of the enemy, but it also has a poetic mood.

But what is even more frightening is that the figure holding the broken sword entered among the cultists like a tiger entering a pack of wolves. None of these crazy cultists were an all-in-one enemy, and they were beheaded by a single sword.

It's just that the body that has been tortured by illness for a long time can hardly bear such a fierce battle, and after killing a few, he let out a heavy gasp in his mouth.

Facing those cultists also seemed a little powerless, and even cut through the air with a sword, allowing the cultist to seize the opportunity, and the iron claws slashed forward, leaving marks on the breastplate.

However, it was the blocker with the breastplate who was not injured. He slashed with his backhand sword, but it only injured the cultist, but failed to kill him. The physical strength of these elites is not like those of miscellaneous fish.

At the same time, his yelling and killing just now attracted the attention of more cultists, and they immediately swarmed towards this side.

Facing those cultists, the man suddenly held his sword in both hands and held it high in front of him. A mysterious power surged from his body, and the weakness that had just been on him was instantly eliminated, and instead, a stronger coercion burst forth.

revenge!

(End of this chapter)