Night fell.

The ruin of the ruined village ignited a bonfire. The fuel of the bonfire was charcoal collected between the ruins and the firewood found nearby. The warm flames dispelled the coldness under the night of this season, and the bright fire was to save the survivors. The protection of the wolf attack.

Around the burning campfire, seventeen surviving villagers gathered together, stretching their legs and feet beside the warm campfire, baking the stiff joints, dispelling the cold that accumulated in the cellar for many days, and several The heavily armed Cecil soldiers stayed around the campfire and baked their own bread and dried meat by flame.

Wright completed a brief prayer at night and took a piece of bread to the villagers. The villagers stunned a little, but after the daytime contact, they found that this seemingly scary big man was actually this strange soldier. The gentlest and most talkative one, they quickly quieted down and gave Wright a place to roast.

"Let's rest here for one night, warm up, fill our stomachs, and set off tomorrow," Wright said to the villagers, no matter how much they could understand or whether they were listening to themselves. "Let's go southwest. There is Cecil’s frontline camp, and someone can take you to the safe south."

The survivors stared at the flames, staring at their hands and feet, or used the branches to play with the flames in front of them. At first, no one answered Wright, but after a few seconds, a woman spoke up: "You said that you are Cecil. Man... is the Cecil who fights with the Lord's lord?"

"Your lords first provoked the war," Wright said, and then he shook his head. "But these are not important... Your lord has lost, and the Duke of Cecil will become the protector of the entire South. You will be They are all Cecils."

"Nothing, it’s almost..." A man with a gray hair next to him shook his head and said, "We...hey..."

The lack of words made the man unable to say anything other than sighing. Wright was used to the stupid civilians. He didn’t care. He just looked around and saw the sleeping. The little girl between the woman and the man has the bright and big eyes: "You are her parents?"

"No, I am her uncle," the man shook his head. "Her parents died last year, and died when the food was dry. I was planning to raise Emily for a few years. After a little older, she sent her to the town. Who wants to get 呐...唉 in the church."

The name of Emily is Emily.

Wright silently remembered the name. He looked at the little girl, and the latter probably heard the conversation of the grown-up at this time, or the sleepy one was not practical. When Wright looked at her, she was confused. Open your eyes.

The eyes shone in the fire of the bonfire, she was confused for a while, then she remembered who the big man was. She was very courageous to look at Wright, and then she opened her mouth and laughed. Know what to laugh at.

The little girl's uncle nervously looked at this rash girl, for fear that she annoyed Cecil's soldiers to scream: "Emily, what are you laughing!"

The little girl still smiled: "The big man has a circle of light around him."

A circle of light?

Wright snorted and quickly looked at himself, and then saw the reflection of the bonfire floating on the surface of the Cecil system: the little girl probably thought of the reflection of the armor as an incredible phenomenon.

The woman next to her immediately became nervous after hearing the little girl's words and hurriedly explained: "Master, don't mind, this child is not very good since childhood..."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter," Wright smiled carelessly, then took a piece of his face and handed it to Emily. "Give it, eat."

The woman hurriedly said: "She has eaten..."

“Children are easy to be hungry, she should eat more,” Wright waved. “Our lord said that the child is the future of the territory, and that the child cannot suffer.”

This strange word made people around me feel awkward. They never heard any lord or knight lord say such weird words, but some people were curious when they watched Wright's move. A young man said next to him: "...What is Cecil?"

"One...inconceivable place," Wright thought for a moment. Suddenly, some people didn't know how to describe their impressions of Cecil. He taught him for two years in the South. For the first time, he felt that his vocabulary was poor. ... People don't have to worry about survival, no nobles oppress civilians, everything in the territory is run according to strict laws, and the people who enforce the law are the officials who have passed the assessment..."

People listened awkwardly. Many of Wright’s vocabulary and many descriptions didn’t seem to be very understanding for them, but they didn’t dare to turn around like this. Seeing this situation, Wright couldn’t help but stop thinking after a brief thought. He raised his hand and pointed at the people beside him: "You can have your own arable land and houses. No one has the right to illegally take it away; you can go to work in the factory, and the lord will pay you; you You can go to the hospital to cure your own sore, and no one will drive you out of the house; you..."

Wright looked at the little girl with wide eyes and couldn't help but smile: "Emily, you can go to school. There are many children who are as big as you are in school. You can make a lot of friends."

"My abundance of three gods, you said the same as the priests said," an old woman could not help but exclaimed, "That is where we can go after we die?"

Lightton was a bit stunned, and then a little bit dumbfounded. He shook his head and began to explain more patiently what Cecil had.

The bonfire of the leaping fire shines beyond the feet, and the priest who lost the light is gradually plated with a warm and bright radiance.

However, between the jumping lights, there was a slight uncoordinated shadow on the edge of Wright's line of sight.

On the outer edge of the ruins of the village, there was something flashing between the burnt fence and the shack.

The soldiers who stood by the campfire did not know when they had stopped talking. They carefully placed their hands on the handle of the melted sword that never left, and the slight runes of light appeared between the seams of their arms.

A soldier used a unique sign language in the army to make a sign to Wright. Wright then lowered his voice and said to the villagers beside him: "Everyone quietly walked to the ground and walked."

Several Cecil soldiers stood up from the campfire and moved closer to Wright's direction while they were active. The overwhelmed villagers got up one by one but their movements were still too big and obvious.

There were a few slight "beep" sounds in the night sky, followed by a flying sound that quickly smashed the air. An experienced soldier immediately responded and shouted: "Oh! Arrow! Enemy!!"

The force field shield was activated at the first time, and the outer edge of the armor of each Cecil soldier was opened with a translucent shield that emitted a slight light. There were a few inconspicuous silver lights falling in the night sky. On the semi-transparent energy barrier, a slamming sound is heard, and in the next second, the fireball's light shines between the ruins, and a fiery fireball slams into the force field of a Cecil soldier. On the shield.

The explosion of the fireball illuminates the surroundings, and the villagers around Wright rushed in horror, and the panicking shouts rang, and the situation suddenly became chaotic, and at the scene of sudden confusion, the Cecil soldiers rang high. Shouting: "People enter the ground! Others are looking for shelters to meet the enemy!"

The attackers’ bodies appeared one after another from the hidden places. They continued to use the arrow to shoot the shield’s Cecil soldiers and the unarmed panicked civilians. Then they pulled out all kinds of weapons and shouted and rushed out from all sides.

By the flash of the fireball explosion, Wright instantly saw the appearance of the attackers. It was a group of desperados who looked like refugees and wore arms and armed weapons. Some of them even wore knights. The blouse and the robe of the caster, these people are muddy, the clothes are ragged, and the **** eyes are red, and they rush out and make a mad call, I am afraid that no one can imagine the way they once shined and looked high.

They are the defeated soldiers of the aristocratic coalition forces. They are defeated in the gravel ridge, separated from the army in the pursuit of war, and become desperados in the wilderness.

Wright even saw two Holy Knights wearing church blouses, long swords, and a sacred priest wearing a rotten priest in the screaming desperados!

He did not hesitate to open the force field shield of the magic guide terminal, and then pulled out the slashed sword that was sent to his hand not long ago, and greeted the robbers who had fallen into the grass.

At the same time, in his mind, the information that has been heard in recent times also emerges.

After the defeat of the aristocratic coalition forces, the mixed Holy See knights and the priests of the Holy Lights also fled with the coalition forces. Many of them were captured by the Cecils after the cruel pursuit, and the rest were In the process of fleeing, they were separated from the large units and fortunately separated from the pursuit. Some of them fled along the path in the wilderness to the northwest, hiding in the cathedral of the southern parish of the Church of the Light, because they had just laid down the south of Cecil. The army had no time to find the trouble of the church, and those who failed to pass through the wilderness and stay with the other aristocrats in the war zone became robbers.

The Cecil army is still operating throughout the South, hunting for the aristocrats who have escaped, and the news that "the Duke of Cecil will take over the South" has spread throughout southern Xinjiang, so these nobles who wandered in the wilderness simply did not Dare to return to their territory. The serfs or civilians in their territory are okay. After all, they are civilians. If they throw their weapons and change their rags, they can easily return to their hometowns or hide in the countryside. Those who are extraordinary, especially those who have status and status... They are still in the wilderness, and they are hungry.