They were just bandits who occupied the mountains and became kings. Although Yelang Country was small, it was still a country with a large number of talents and military forces accumulated in their hands were completely incomparable to these small forces.

In addition, the Yelang Kingdom is remote in the low places, and the three major priests and the Holy Fire Kingdom controlled by the Holy Fire Cult are all very far away from the Yelang Kingdom.

Now they can't take care of themselves, how could they care about a remote and small country like Yelang Country?

There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are called kings.

Since Yelang Kingdom had not experienced the terrible baptism of war, they, who were originally the most backward in this paper, have now become synonyms for the advanced Angles region.

Many small forces nearby could not survive anymore. Later, there was no one outside that could be robbed. If you wanted to survive, you had to attack each other.

But even if they take down other forces, they will find that the other party is poorer than themselves and has no food or clothing to attack life.

Facing human nature, they are at a loss. No matter how cruel or able to beat someone, they still have to eat.

The major forces, who were unable to find even the bark, set their sights on the "rich" Yelang Kingdom.

At first, the king of Yelang Kingdom was also very open-minded. As long as outsiders were willing to surrender and did not carry the Black Death, he could accept it.

In this way, more and more refugees, bandits and robbers surrendered and entered Yelang Kingdom. However, they did not expect that this was the root cause of the turmoil. These wild people who were used to being bandits and robbers could not suppress their greed nature. They wanted them to farm and work hard and make money like ordinary people. How could these people who were used to being bandits and robbers be willing?

So an irreconcilable contradiction finally arises.

When these refugees smashed and looted everywhere, the peace of Yelang Kingdom was destroyed.

King Yelang was a talented man, and he was furious. The army set out, suppressed, and blocked the border, and never allowed any refugee bandits to enter Yelang Country again.

After a bloody purge, the factors of internal instability were eliminated.

It was just outside, because the border blockade and the nearby forces became more and more intense. King Yelang learned a lesson and refused to relax the borders or accept the surrender of any force.

Those hungry people even lost their last glimmer of hope.

Even if they were afraid of the regular army of Yelang Kingdom, they would starve to death, and there was a threat of plague. The group of people began to gather at the border of Yelang Kingdom with a mortality, and the major forces also wiped out the grievances of the past and joined forces to secretly plan to attack Yelang Kingdom.

These forces are definitely not opponents of Yelang Kingdom when they are dispersed, but when they are united, they are a force that cannot be underestimated.

And there are also refugees coming from all over the country.

The number of refugees gathered at the border increased geometrically. The king of Yelang Kingdom obviously also saw that something was wrong and almost mobilized the whole country to defend the border.

In terms of number of refugees, the number of refugees is much higher, but in terms of equipment and soldier level, the Yelang Kingdom obviously has the advantage.

However, I don’t know which bandit leader came up with a secret move. He actually organized a team of Black Death infected people and prepared to rush to the defense line. This is a completely different trick. You must know that once the Black Death spreads, the entire Yelang Kingdom will be destroyed.

King Yelang quickly organized a large number of suicide troops.

In order to stop the invasion of foreign enemies, these soldiers were determined to fight against the Black Death patients with the determination to die.

A huge storm is coming.

On this day, two strange wanderers came to the border of Yelang Kingdom. They looked like father and son, and brothers, but when they got closer, they could find that they should not be related by blood because the hair color and eyes of the two were different.

However, both of them were wearing quaint black leather armor, with long hair tied behind their heads, big swords slung around their waists, and their expressions were as calm as ever.

It seems to be dull without any emotion, although it is not ferocious at all, but it gives people a sense of indescribable oppression and alienation.

The older man, who looked black and dark, looked very unique, had a slender and strong figure, and was like a deep pool that could not be seen in the bottom of the ground, making it impossible to guess his identity.

Another teenager has brown hair and brown eyes, thin and quiet figure, and his eyes are calm and indifferent that is incomparable to that of a boy of this age.

Apart from their clothes and temperament, what attracted the most attention of the refugees was that they were all riding horses.

God, horses are almost becoming legendary creatures these days.

Even those bandit leaders could not own a horse.

When I saw the two of them riding horses, almost thousands of gazes fell on the horses under their crotch.

Swine spilled from the corners of their mouths.

Damn it, this is horse meat.

When his eyes were as greedy as wolf-like as a pair of wolves lit up around, the wanderer, who was the two parties involved, seemed to have no feelings and still rode his horse slowly. The boy even took off a piece of dried meat from the horse bag and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. When he swallowed the piece of meat, he took out another bag and took a sip of wine.

The wine smelled everywhere, and the sound of swallowing saliva was rumbling.

Wine, food.

The eyes of these refugees who were hungry for a long time, whose stomachs were almost filled with tree bark and rotten grass roots had begun to turn red.

The young man just left his mouth and looked into the distance, shook the wine bag again, with a hint of hunger in his eyes. Finally, he made up his mind and lifted the wine bag up again and drank it. The refugees around him looked straight. However, the young man poured all the whole bag of wine, and a layer of blush appeared in his face. He burped comfortably, hung the wine bag back on his saddle, and wiped the wine stains at the corner of his mouth. The black-haired man beside him heard the indifferent voice: "I have drunk all the wine, but I have no place to buy it. Don't ask me for it."

The young man's mouth bent slightly and said, "General, there is no place to rest along the way. There are robbers and hooligans everywhere. Finally, I arrived at Yelang Kingdom ahead. I heard that this place can rest within a thousand miles and change to some food."

The boy wiped his hand on his beloved horse immediately. The agile dark horse suddenly sniffed.

At this time, there were already many vicious people among the refugees around him with vicious eyes and surrounded each other step by step.

The two horses were still walking forward leisurely, as if they were surrounded by clay sculptures.

People are getting closer.

The best weapon was to see their hands behind them, those holding long wooden sticks, those holding hard stones, and several looking to be the leader of the rusty iron swords.

These people are refugees, and even if they become robbers, they are just a group of mobs.

So when they saw the two of them with extraordinary demeanor, they didn't dare to rush forward easily.

The horse did not stop, and saw that the person closest was only three meters away, and he was about to step on it after a few steps. The man roared hard: "Stop."

The thirst and hunger of many days made the man's voice like scrub.

His voice was filled with hysterical frenzy, which was very intimidating.

The two horses made two long neighs, obviously dissatisfied with the sudden strange screams in front of them.

There was a faint sneer on the corner of the boy's mouth.

"Leave food, weapons and horses."

After roaring, he reported the common phrase "Bandits robbers" and danced the subway sword in his hand: "Dropping off the horse quickly, otherwise you will be nice."

The black-haired man seemed to have not heard of it. Instead, he set his eyes in the distance.

There was the border between Yelang Kingdom. There were long deer antler piles arranged on the border, and a deep sinkhole spread out into the distance until a mountain dozens of miles away. The beacon towers on the mountain appeared among the trees. Behind the border were soldiers of Yelang Kingdom looking at it.

Compared with these clothes and weapons, vagrants and robbers, all the soldiers of Yelang Kingdom were wearing leather armor and weapons.

Although their armored weapons also seem very old, they seem to be equipped with advanced equipment compared to the refugees. Moreover, they are regular troops, and the array formed by them are integrated with a fierce and murderous aura.

Behind the wooden shield spearmen are rows of archers. If any refugees dare to cross the line, they will definitely be shot into a hornet's nest.

Now, at the foot of the deer antler stake, dozens of refugees who were tied into hedgehogs were still lying.

Under the persistence of the soldiers of Yelang Country, the refugees did not dare to cross the line at will.

However, with hunger, illness and the agitation of those who are interested, the air became more and more depressed, and the atmosphere of confrontation between the two sides became more and more serious. After many days of persistence, the eyes of the soldiers of Yelang Country were covered with blood. Moreover, some people in the army had already started to get sick due to the charge of the Black Death patient, and their hearts were filled with a sense of violent and violent irritability that was about to be triggered, and they wanted to rush out to kill all the refugees in front of them.

At this time, just a little movement may trigger a large-scale battle.

"Hey, you are deaf! Ask you to dismount, two miscellaneous." The roar came again.

Yang Zheng withdrew his gaze and found that he was surrounded by refugees with fierce eyes.

Although they did not launch an attack, the closer distance was the encirclement became smaller and smaller, and the surroundings were filled with cruel and crazy eyes.

After the roar of the obviously leading man in front, noisy curses also came from the refugees.

The curses were heard, attracting the attention of more refugees. Those who were originally lying under the trees and in the fields walked over and looked over. When they saw two men riding horses, their eyes were like greed, and more refugees hurriedly got up and rushed toward this side.

The black-haired man frowned slightly.

There seemed to be a look of pity in those calm and unwavering black eyes.

Unlike him, a completely disproportionate smile appeared on the boy's face. When he saw the two completely different expressions, the leading man who was facing them for some reason, had a feeling of uneasiness in their minds. But he had been pushed to the front, behind him were countless refugees following him, and countless robbers who were crazy about being crazy by greed and hunger.

When he saw the boy's smile, he felt a buzzing sound in his mind for no reason.

He raised his sword and stabbed the young man.

Looking at the light and powerless rusty iron sword, the sneer on the corner of the boy's lips became even deeper.

Then there was a huge black shadow pressing down.

Before the people around could see clearly, they saw a gray image being pushed by a rhino, and knocked back into the crowd with a "bang", smashing over five or six people directly.

The man who was pressed to the ground struggled to get up, and when he saw the thing flying backwards, he shouted in horror.

The one who flew back was the refugee who was rushing to the front with his sword, but he had now become a cold corpse. The head, whose right half of his face was sunken, was unnaturally twisted to one side, and was obviously under an extremely violent impact.

On the other side, the sound of irritable long hissings awakened people.

The young man's crotch was black and black, like a fierce horse hidden in the night, constantly roaming the loess on the ground with his front hooves, and a low voice sounded suppressed from his mouth. The eyes of the bronze bell were filled with a fury red light. With every stroke of his front hooves, a long stain of blood was painted on the ground.

After comparison, the refugees knew it.

The man who was still arrogant just now was killed by this fierce horse.

The boy sat there without any feeling at all, as if the horse's hooves under his crotch were stomping over a wooden stake and a stone, rather than a living person.

The black-haired man suddenly spoke with a faint blame in his voice: "Xuluo, young people should know how to restrain themselves. Your murderous aura is too strong, just like a murderous knife, too hard and easy to break. Remember what I said to you before I came out? Always remember to give yourself a sheath. A sheathless knife hurts others and yourself sooner or later."

The boy was shocked when he heard this. The cold smile appeared on his face disappeared, and a deep thoughtful look was smeared in his eyes. Then he said respectfully: "General, I remember."
To be continued...