When he sat on the top of the car, he saw clearly the whole picture of the group of people in just a few glances.

The team of more than a hundred people was mostly old people, women and children, and there were not even a few young people. However, there were only twenty militias who escorted so many people, and they were definitely not elites, and they were not as full of spirit as the militias in Kate Town that Cyril had first met.

oh--

Cyrill understood that after discussing for half a night, the conclusion that the women and children were allowed to leave the town under the escort of a little pitiful number, and the remaining strong men bravely guarded their homes?

But do you really understand what a "beast tide" is, what a disaster in the entire hills is, and what a crisis is?

Anger, an emotion called anger, surged uncontrollably into his heart in an instant. Even if he thought he was well-educated, after getting used to this real game world, he should be as happy and angry as he was in the game, and would no longer be surprised by the boss who suddenly appeared, or was shocked by Roderick's hair.

Just like in 1447, he took over a lord who had big fish and meat every meal and longed for the task of "precious food" and saw the hungry people everywhere in his territory, this anger that had some unknown reason filled his chest-

Is it because they are so ignorant and hopelessly stupid?

Or was it because of your kindness?

He didn't know, it didn't matter. He just jumped out of the carriage, looked coldly at the militia led by him, and shouted.

"Ah, this is the final decision made by the mayor. No one is willing to give up their hometown, so let..."

"Enough."

The swordsman stared blankly at the young man with sharp ears and strides. The incident of such a "Elf Lord" had already spread in the militia last night. The seniors who were fortunate to be guided by "Prince Treville" had already admired the elves deep into their hearts.

But it was the first time he saw such a handsome young man with pointed ears coming towards him, and then reached out to push his hand on his light armor - the thin and weak arm had amazing strength, and he was actually pushed back and almost fell to the ground.

He could only stare at the young man who drew his sword, and the silver light burst out on the sword. An inexplicable wind passed by the young man, blocking the crowd in front of him as if being squeezed away by the gust of wind, and they all gave in.

Immediately afterwards, the half-elf boy walked to everyone's front—

The wind was howling, and the silver light on the sword did not diminish at all.

When Cyril was at the top of the car, he saw clearly from the wind what the monsters were blocking the front. They were huge in size, with long and hard feathers on their wings, and their sharp claws were nailed into the soil, and they were using their long, hairless bald necks to drive their big and ugly heads, pecking at the bugs in their feathers.

There were more than twenty jungle-eating scattered vultures, fierce scattered raptors, lazy and unwilling to take the initiative to find food, and often choose to drive them away after other monsters have completed the hunt and enjoy their own corpses.

At this moment, their eyes were filled with fierce red light, and they glanced at the crowd behind Cyril from time to time, as if they agreed that the death of these people was approaching and waiting to enjoy them.

Look, this is the result of Kate Town's decision. If they can send more people to guard it, they can still compete with the charcoal-eating vulture.

But now, only the fleeing women and children were scared away by the jungle scattered vultures, then killed by other monsters, then swallowed by these scattered vultures, and died on this land not far from home.

They noticed the human who dared to come alone. The fair skin was full of youthful texture. The rotten vulture flapped its wings and suddenly started to sing loudly. The unpleasant noise suddenly echoed in this space.

The women and children behind Cyril were immediately panicked again. They watched several rotten vultures vibrating their wings, their sharp claws imitating the human walking posture, and they met the boy step by step. The slender neck twisted back and forth, and their movements were full of ridicule and intimidation.

But Cyril did not mean to stop, and even walked faster and faster. The only change was to lower the sword slightly, and the tip of the sword was dragged on the ground, as if the defeated vulture in the duel had dropped its long neck and bowed its head to surrender—

So the scavengers coming up were even more excited. Look, this fine skin and tender human, he gave in to us. Look, he took the initiative to make our food!

Suddenly, they vibrated their wings with force at the same time, and their huge bodies rose up, and their sharp claws shone with metallic luster, roaring towards Cyril!

"ah!"

Screams came from the crowd, and many people closed their eyes and reached out to cover the children's sight. Evans and others, who had just organized the militia and pulled out their weapons and were rushing up, shouting loudly, trying to get rid of the group of rotten vultures, but it was too late—

They watched the figure of the boy look like a mouse under the huge wings connected together, and the dark feathers seemed to cover all the light, and were about to come to the world like a dark sky.

But Cyril suddenly stopped.

Cyril seemed to hear the people behind him calling his name, but the sounds were diluted in the wind that was rolling up. He drooped his eyelids slightly, and put all the winds that flapped the winds, the sounds of the long necks of the rotten vultures, into his mind.

Then his mind flowed, and the magic power in the elemental pool in his body burst into full bloom and was so thick, entangled with these winds, all surrounding his sword—

"Wind Blade--"

The silver light that seemed to dissipate as he hangs his sword down, shining like tomorrow at this moment. The strong winds flowed rapidly on the sword blade, as if the extension of his arm.

He took a step forward suddenly, swinging a violent big sword with one hand, and threw out a dazzling silver arc from bottom to top. The knight sword, which was only one meter long, seemed to have extended the sword blade several meters at this moment. The amazing momentum was released in an instant, and the scorched vultures that were hitting down seemed to have stagnated in the air!

"Click—!"

With the harsh collision and the breaking sound, the sword light disappeared.

And that huge black net was broken in the strong wind.

The young half-elf knight held a sword in one hand and covered his right arm with the other.

In front of him, the few scavengers who had just been arrogant fell from the air, and their hard wings, together with their long necks, were cut off from the middle.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and the huge heads were rolling on the ground. The red light had not yet receded, and the huge eyes were full of reluctance-

Cyril stood up, held his right shoulder, pointed the sword forward, and pointed at the group of corrupted vultures who seemed to have been stunned.

"Give it to me-kill!"
Chapter completed!