Before ascending to God, be a good lord

Chapter 663. Chapter 660.
Williers Galloping Horse grew up in Hindukel. He became a junior knight when he was less than 30 years old. He is the leader of the 50 demon possessors in the entire tribe and the most loyal servant of the Crooked Claw tribe.

Today, the leader of Crooked Claw took them to hunt in the southern forest. In the leader's words: "Now the scorched wolf is cleaning the entire northern part of the forest. We are going to catch slaves!"

The human race will always be the servant of the stronger. This is what Williers has been told since he was a child. His task today is to bring the young and strong of his own tribe to follow the werewolves of the Crooked Claw tribe and provide them with logistical services.

However, the action of the Crooked Claws this time was too smooth. After capturing dozens of non-magic people, they began to rush south, completely forgetting the iron rule of the orcs: don't go deeper than 500 meters into the forest.

"Hurry up and chase after me, my lord has said that whoever chases as much will be his slave!"

Hearing the shout from the leader in front, Williers looked back subconsciously. The layers of trees had completely blocked his vision, and he couldn't see the plain outside the forest, or the other tribes outside the forest couldn't see either. to their situation.

Sensing the danger, Williers shouted loudly: "Everyone, you can't go south anymore, the front is too dangerous!"

However, the leader of Crooked Claw didn't even look back, he just said: "You tm hurry up and catch up with me, I want to be in front..."

Suddenly, a golden light shot out from the crown of the tree, and an arrow pierced through three orcs, smashing a boulder less than 10 meters in front of Williers.

The junior knight subconsciously lay down on the ground. Just as he was about to remind him, he saw a black shadow falling from above the head of the werewolf, cutting off the opponent's head cleanly, and then a white light flashed in his hand, and the surrounding werewolves fell down in response. The main force of the Claw tribe was wiped out in an instant.

Not only Williers and his people, but also those half-orcs, half-elves, and humans who had just escaped were also frightened by this brutal moment and fell to the ground without daring to say a word.

"Did you catch it? Did you draw me just now! This is me fighting a group of orc tribes! This is the first time the Imperial Knights have fought against the orcs west of the empire's border after 500 years of the emperor! Are you sure you drew it? Right? Hurry up and show it to me, I will only read it once when I apply for the earl of the court!"

When the trembling Williers heard such a passage, his first reaction was: What Imperial Knights?What exactly is going on?

He knew that there were powerful elf hunters in this forest, but the elves in front of him were too powerful, and they could almost counterattack Inumori Castle.

"Quickly encircle here, Nedland, take someone to the edge of the forest to see if there are other orcs or humans, you guys go and collect the non-monsters who escaped," a male voice appeared next to the knight's ear, "Yawenni, what time is this, you still have the mood to deal with all these things."

"Didn't I kill all the orcs?" the elf said a little puzzled.

However, the male voice didn't relax in the slightest, and continued to question: "Then do they have any support? Is there an ambush? Will there be a new team coming in from outside the forest? You don't want to do it until you finish the investigation. Do you want to fight the opponent in the orc territory?"

Before the elves could continue to explain, the male voice said very harshly: "I am now the commander of the war. Before the fight, you can pose as you want and play around as you like, but you must obey my orders for war operations! If you refuse to obey, go back to the night Go to Qicheng!"

"Oh~" the elf agreed rather humbly.

Williers lowered his head and dared not speak. While he was still trying to find more information from the conversation just now, he caught a glimpse of a pair of boots in front of his eyes.

"Get up, understand the answer!"

When the junior knight heard the order, he jumped up subconsciously. Those who can order the strong must be stronger, so he dared not neglect in the slightest.

However, after standing still, he found that the person in front of him was actually a tall human race, a simple human race without any elves, orcs or other racial characteristics.

"What's your name? Why do you appear here? What's the relationship with these orcs? How many orcs are there outside the woods, how many of your people?" The human race in front of the knight dressed up asked a series of questions, and Williers didn't even hear them clearly. .

"Human race? Human race?..." Williers kept repeating the word, his eyes were completely dull.

"I'm asking you something..." Rand was a little anxious at first, but seeing the frightened expression of the human beings in front of him, he didn't want to use force, so he said to the people behind him, "Who are you all? Answer quickly, my patience is limited!"

"My lord, my lord!"

Behind Williers, an older demon possessor knelt up and begged for mercy: "We are the Benma family subordinate to the Crooked Claw Tribe, and we have followed the Crooked Claw Tribe for generations. This is our Master Williers, You must not hurt him!"

The demon-bearer cried and said: "Our young master is the distant nephew of Rousseff's mentor, and he is the orthodox descendant of the galloping royal family! He has never harmed him since he was a child..."

"I know he is a descendant of the galloping horse royal family. How many of the people who can stand on two legs in this place are not descendants of the galloping horse royal family?" Rand interrupted the old man angrily. What annoyed him most was Hindukel's Terrans claim to be the orthodox descendants of the galloping horse royal family.

Since the God Emperor 760, after the Benma Fund’s subsidy policy for the Benma family was clarified, the major orc tribes in Hinduker intermarried with the Benma family at that time in order to subsidize prostitution for free, resulting in Lin Mao, Jiao Lang and Lin Mao. The orcs of the big tribes and the three major city-states are more or less related to Rousseff. In Rand's words, "every dog ​​has the blood of the Benma family."

As soon as the old man shut up, Rand continued to ask: "Let me ask you, how much power does your tribe and the Crooked Claw tribe have? Where is the camp?"

The old man said cautiously like pouring beans in a bamboo tube: "Crooked Claw is a big tribe. There are more than 50 werewolves and orcs, hundreds of non-monsters, and there are also a vassal tribe of deermen and a cowman. Our tribe has about 40 demon possessors and demons." 200 people. Our camp is just 2 kilometers outside the forest by the river."

"That is to say, their people are basically finished?" Rand turned his head with a smile, looked at Nedland, and said happily: "Hurry up and prepare dinner, the good times are coming back!"

"Ow~"

"Running horse!"

The savages and knights around the Netherlands were old subordinates who had followed Rand before and after the salt mine. Seeing Rand's bad state, he knew that he was going to go to the opposite house, and subconsciously let out a burst of cheers.

Yawenni, Harkara, and Williers Galloped Horse looked at the cheering crowd in a daze, not understanding what they were doing.

(End of this chapter)