In the darkness, the bandits watching in the bushes heard the laughter from behind and the occasional screams of women. They felt bitter in their hearts and complained to their companions beside them: "It's so unlucky! Everyone is drinking and eating meat, but we are drinking the northwest wind here."

"There's no way, who's going to make it our turn?"

The middle-level thief who was standing guard was about to get up and educate his subordinates who were abandoned. Suddenly, he paused and felt something was wrong, because, except for the celebratory crowd, other sounds in the dense forest were gradually disappearing.

His long adventures told him that those who can stop these sensitive bugs from singing are either beasts with strong enough auras or large numbers of creatures.

Neither of these situations is a good thing. A drop of cold sweat came from the thief's forehead. He didn't know what was in the dark or how many it was.

He did not dare to speak, and carefully observed the movements around him, leaned back slowly. Now, only by returning to the side of the high-level warrior Eric could he feel a little safe.

Suddenly, the thief discovered an unusual shadow of touching and was shocked.

Walking with me?!

He didn't care about hiding his whereabouts, so he quickly hid behind a big tree.

Whoosh, whoosh.

The cold arrow shot from the shadow penetrated the throats of the robbers who were rushing to the ground with their necks covered.

The intermediate thief was horrified when he looked at the standard crossbow arrows that were inserted into the tree and the tails of the arrows were trembling.

Professional stalker! Military crossbow!

Damn it! Haven’t all the elite soldiers of Bailey City sent to the front line? How could they appear here!

Besides, in the dark, how did they aim? Could it be the Earl's guard equipped with magical items?

In a short period of time, the thief had made up a lot of plot, but his feet were not slow. He leaned his waist and used combat skills to move quickly among the trees, avoiding crossbow shooting, and moving towards the leader.

Suddenly, a purple light shot out from behind and hit the thief's back. The thief's speed suddenly dropped.

Spellcaster! Deceleration! It's over!

A crossbow arrow penetrated the back of the slowed thief's head, and the thief fell to the ground with a thunderous sound.

As a high-level warrior, Eric's hearing was much better than that of others, and he heard strange noises in the darkness.

"Enemy attack!"

The robbers were shocked and hurriedly threw down the pottery wine bowl in their hands, grabbed the weapons at hand, leaned against the bonfire, and faced the dark forest.

"Brothers! Don't be afraid! We will eventually win! Those who kill the most enemies will be rewarded with one hundred gold coins!"

When ordinary robbers heard this, their eyes turned red and they rushed forward, fearing that others would snatch their gold coins.

What they didn't notice was that their leader, the original team of Xueya, quietly retreated to Eric.

A leader: "Captain, what should we do?"

Eric was shocked and suspicious. With the ability of the mid-level thief to escape, he was also very uneasy, but the surroundings were dark and they didn't even know what the enemy was, and they couldn't tell which direction to escape. They rushed out blindly, if they hit the gun!

Eric gritted his teeth: "Let these idiots come on first, bring the gold coins, find the right opportunity to run separately, we will gather in the old place!"

"Aowoo!"

A few wolf howls sounded in the forest. Looking at the dense green fluorescent eyes that lit up in the dark forest, the refugees and robbers began to restlessly.

"Wolf?"

"No! They are zombies. Damn it. Are these monsters running out of the mountains and forests while they are in trouble!"

Suddenly, the dull war drums sounded, and the dense rhythm of the drum beats seemed to hit the hearts of the robbers, and the morale of the refugees and robbers began to decline rapidly.

Damn it! This drum sound is not something that the werewolf can beat, there are other things!

Eric's scalp was tingling and shouted, "Brothers, in the dark, we cannot escape the pursuit of these gnolls. If we don't want to die, we will pick up our weapons and hold on until dawn."

The refugees and robbers understood that the leader was right, they clenched their teeth and held the various weapons in their hands.

As the shaman's inspirational war drums rang out, the werewolf who could see dark things started charging, and they howled and rushed towards the refugee robbers.

When the zombies rushed into the bonfire lighting range, the refugees and robbers rushed up and fought with the zombies.

These refugees and robbers have experienced long-term wars, eating tree bark, digging grass roots, snatching food from their mouths, and experiencing all kinds of storms. The fierce character trained by this, coupled with the pressure of death, made them fight hand-to-hand with the zombies without fear.

Compared to the refugees who are brave enough to show off their courage, the Blood-Take people are professional adventure teams. Once they fight, they find something wrong. These werewolves are different from the wild monsters they have encountered in the past. They not only hold excellent weapons, but also know how to cooperate with each other.

Eric's heart beat wildly and he whispered: "Can't hold on! Go out quickly!"

When the Blood-Tooth Adventure Group heard this, they followed the leader and broke through in one direction.

Eric held a great sword and split a parried werewolf into two halves.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of breaking through the air from above his head, and quickly moved and dodged. A terrifying mace smashed the unlucky guy behind him into a meat paste.

A gust of wind blew, the bonfire shaking, and the fire shone on the hideous face of the two-headed ogre.

Eric was horrified.

The two-headed ogre casts a spell while shaking off the minced meat stuck to the mace.

A green light hit Eric with lightning speed.

weak!

Seeing the ogre's mace raised again, Eric's face was ashes, and another pool of rotten meat was added to the ground.

In the end, the Blood-Tooth Robbers Group failed to escape, either being captured alive or killed in battle.

"Ahhhh!"

Several young human women in their clothes were not covered, and when they saw the approaching bloody monster, they either shivered in horror, or fainted directly.

What surprised several sober humans was that these gnolls ignored them and began to loot valuable items on the corpses.

At this time, a human in military uniform walked out of the monster.

"You are safe."

After plundering the spoils, the monster army was unwilling to rush back overnight, so they simply set up a bonfire in the open space next to the battlefield, and held a banquet with the seized food and wine.

In the dark forest, beside the warm bonfire, in the surprised eyes of the robber prisoners, demons danced around.

...

Early the next morning, the monster army escorted prisoners of war into Bailey City. People stood on both sides of the road and pointed at the monsters and prisoners of war.

"What's going on?"

"I heard that these people are robbers."

...

As the truth spreads, people's eyes look less fearful and more friendly when they look at the army of monsters.

Of course, the monsters never cared about the ideas of human civilians. They were the army of monsters that obeyed the orders of the White Dragon.

After handing over the prisoners of war with the Bailey City Defense Force, the monster army carried the food and wine rewarded by the earl and returned to the barracks outside the city and began another carnival.
Chapter completed!