The fears displayed by these lawless barbarians and panicked nobles benefited them greatly, and yes, they enjoyed such fears.

They laughed wildly and spoke loudly some language that was incomprehensible, but they could see from their faces that they were happy and satisfied at this time. They built happiness on killing and fear. They hated these gangs with great clothes, eating delicacies, and wearing nobles who lived countless times happier than them.

Although they were dressed brightly, they were like beautiful preys, and they naturally acted as hunters.

But this killing game did not last long, because an uninvited guest broke in and broke the very pleasant hunting process. Luka held the Dragon Breath Sword in his hand, and roared with his accompanying guards, roared like crazy herds of bison, rushed in and saw the guy holding weapons and dressed in tatters and chopped them.

The sudden attack stunned the savages who were attacking the sneak attack. After all, when he was killing happily, a group of guys with bare breasts and alcohol rushing over, rushing over, and they were stunned for a moment, and they were sure what these drunkards wanted to do.

But something happened after hesitation. Lujia roared and jumped up, pounced on the barbarian in front of him who was holding an axe but didn't know why. He grabbed his face with his left hand and pushed it down. When the barbarian fell down on his back, Lujia pointed his right sword at the guy's chest and stabbed it.

Suddenly, the ground was already stained with blood, and the corpses covered with all directions were now filled with blood and a reluctant corpse.

The barbarians did not expect that these sober, fully armed guards were defeated and fled in scattered birds and beasts. Is it because of the drunkards that made the cowards brave? Without the guards, all the drunkards came to be pioneers?

How could the savages who had never been convinced by no means beggars tolerate these drunken drunks killing their brothers at this time? They immediately greeted the others around them, and they gathered together to charge backwards towards the "drunk man" in front of them.

The battle was completely out of order, and I saw hundreds of people on both sides fighting each other like gangsters in their hands. There was no so-called square formation or dense formation at all. I was drunk, and the training of the past and the instructors were all damn farts!

When charging, it was unstable and scattered. At the moment of contact, it instantly dispersed like a plate of loose sand, all supported by their respective fighting abilities.

Luga felt that his body was not as soulful as usual among the chaotic crowd.

"Damn it, alcohol is always so delaying at critical moments!" He kept cursing. Although his consciousness was as clear as usual at this moment, the effect of alcohol paralysis made him feel that his hands and feet were always so unstoppable to listen to his command.

Fortunately, the opponent opposite him didn't know his background, and although that guy was a barbarian, he was also an alert person. When facing Lu Jia, the first choice was to wait and see, rather than go to fight immediately.

"You guy who cherishes your life." Lu Jia thought so, slowly letting himself feel a little calmer, and the sword in his hand became even more stable, so he would not be able to hold it back and tremble and unable to hold it.

It felt like he was almost done, Lu Jia raised his sword and rushed forward. The barbarian saw that he was waiting for this moment. He bent down, raised the axe in his hand, and stared at Lu Jia who was getting closer and closer.

"Dong!"

At this time, Lu Jia only felt a black shadow flashing and knocking his opponent away. The guy didn't even have a chance to shout out a wail, and he was so confused that he was knocked several meters away by this unstoppable force.

Lu Jia stared at the drunken eyes and looked carefully. It turned out to be another barbarian. At this time, he only felt a big hand on his shoulder. Lu Jia turned around stupidly and saw Andrew.

Andrew laughed and said, "What's wrong with Luka, has the delicious red wine made you lose your direction?"

As he said that, Andrew pushed Luga away, turned around to find the next opponent, and then continued, "Since you can't fight, don't be in front of you like this. Oh, you guy, look at me!"

He must have been drunk, and he walked shakingly, and was even more amazing. Now there were only Lujia and the others in the entire square. Seeing Andrew's appearance, Lujia naturally refused to show weakness easily. He rushed up quickly, side by side with Andrew, and fought back against any barbarian who dared to attack them.

The melee began, and the corpses on the ground increased one after another, until the last barbarian who was unwilling to escape fell in a pool of blood, and the original chaos and screams stopped at this moment.

A burst of intense exercise caused Lu Jia to sweat a lot. The accelerated metabolism and the pungent bloody smell made him wake up quickly. Apart from the faint pain in his head, he had no change from his normal state.

The remaining barbarians saw that their companions were suffering heavy casualties and lost their fighting spirit. They were like panicked wild birds, climbing over the wall and snatching the door from where they appeared, trying their best to escape.

"Stop chasing! Stop chasing!" Seeing that his soldiers were still chasing, Lu Jia stopped them panting.

"Strange, Luga!" Andrew also gasped and said, "How could they be, how could they be, at this time, here in the city, how did they escape the layers of guards and break in, so many people."

"There is only one possibility!" Marenius came over and said to Luga and Andrew: "Someone must have deliberately put them in, and this person has quite a lot of power!"

This is clearly stated. At present, all the evidence points to Andres, the Duke of the garrison of Taraco, but this suspicion comes again. So what is the mentality that he chooses to assign so many barbarians to rush in and massacre the local nobles?

"This is completely unexplainable!" Lu Jia said in confusion: "We are new to us and we are doing something very excessive, but this way we will not be ambushed in the square of the Governor's Mansion, but should be deployed within the Governor's Mansion. The most suspicious thing is what the motives of these savages are?"

"This may be a conflict between nobles, and then I want to catch the barbarians and deal with those who are different from my own political views." Andrew continued: "Really, I heard that nobles do this often."

"They are not many, and it seems they are deliberately ambushing here!" Marenius added: "Maybe this is not for us."

Luka ignored their guess for no reason, but searched one by one on the dead barbarians on the ground to see if there were any worthwhile clues.

These savages were very poor, or they did not carry their own belongings except the weapons in their hands before they set out. Here, Luca discovered a semi-circular iron helmet with several bird hairs crossed and stuck to their foreheads.

"What is this?" Lujia looked up and down at the helmet, sure that this thing was undoubtedly from the savages who attacked the savages.
Chapter completed!