our family is gone

Chapter 350 This is Hamlet's specialty, you have to taste it
When Alvin led the cavalry closer to the target village, there was no sign of villagers' activities.

We must know that these villages can survive in this disordered environment, and they are very sensitive when faced with some special situations.

Earlier, he led the cavalry into some villages and towns for supplies, and those guys would run from the fields back to the simple village like frightened mice, seeking a sense of security.

But today, the movement of their cavalry rushing was so loud that there was no movement when they approached. On the contrary, it was a deathly silence...

Alvin reined in the horse and stopped. In fact, he had a vague bad feeling now, but he just didn't want to believe it.

An accident happened in the first step of controlling Hamlet?

"You two go to see what's going on. You go out to scout, be careful in ambush, and be ready to support at any time."

The Baron naturally sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't panic, but as the person who assisted Alvin, he had to stand up at this time.

With a few simple words, the situation was arranged, and the chaos like a headless chicken was quickly subsided.

The knights who were targeted immediately rode out and spread out to prevent the team from being targeted for a sneak attack, and some entered the village.

Those who entered the village soon returned, but the news they brought back was not very good.

"There is no one, and there is no ambush. The whole village is empty, but some blood can be seen, and there is a rancid smell."

These words are undoubtedly describing that the village has been massacred. Didn’t Alvin be a step behind when he heard the news, those barbarians had already killed everyone and left?
"Damn!"

Alvin gritted his teeth and was about to lose his temper, but the baron on the side suddenly asked the two cavalrymen a word.

"Didn't you see the body?"

"No."

"That shouldn't be the work of the barbarians." The baron made a judgment immediately, and then explained to Alvin, "These barbarians didn't come in to rob, and they couldn't bring people back to the mountains, so every time Any shot will definitely kill everyone and offer sacrifices to their evil gods, if this is the case, there must be a sacrificial ceremony and corpses will be left behind."

"Now that there is no body, it can only mean that they didn't do it." Alvin also reacted, and he felt a little better when he heard the news.

After all, he has been tricked so many times, if he is a step slower this time, it is very likely that he will not be able to hold back.

He is a nobleman of Bastia, a man whose father could only bow his head when his father overwhelmed those barbarians.

Although it was said that they were intentionally let go and driven here, the young man was definitely not as calm as the baron.

"Go in and have a look to find out what happened here."

The cavalry advanced towards the village, and the baron took Alvin around and explained and analyzed the situation of the village to him.

"The wheat field is about to ripen, so it is absolutely impossible for those villagers to leave the village. They should have been massacred by bandits, or they might be deserters who fled here. After all, it is so chaotic outside.

As for the dead body, it can be seen from these traces, but it may have been collected by other people passing by. According to those messy horseshoe marks, it seems to be a kind caravan. "

It's just that the baron muttered to himself in a strange way.

"But why are there so few ruts?"

The baron was experienced and noticed the horseshoe marks that had been there for some time. He would never have imagined that Hamlet, who had been divided and dismembered, could support a considerable number of cavalry, and the rut marks were nothing more than carts for transporting baggage.

Anyway, it is impossible for horse bandits and slave catchers to collect corpses, so they can only be caravans that come and go frequently.

"Now that everyone here is dead, will those savages still come?"

Alvin didn't care how these people died, or who collected their bodies, or even the people on the border of Hamlet.

He only cared about those savages, and whether he could take this opportunity to become the master of Hamlet.

Facing this question, the baron also hesitated.

"The rancid smell here is so obvious that we humans can't smell it when we leave the village, but those wolves can smell it from a long distance. Eligibility for bait."

"Untouchable! If you don't die sooner or later, you want to ruin my big business!"

Sure enough, Alvin cursed after hearing this answer, and the people around him seemed to get used to it and didn't have much reaction.

But I can vaguely feel that they all want to avoid it, so as not to provoke the furious Alvin to be scolded.

Even the only remaining members of the eagle group lowered their heads to hide themselves, but she seemed to be able to feel the pain of the whip marks on her arms again.

The baron noticed this, and the reason he hesitated to say this just now was not the question itself, but Alvin's reaction after hearing it.

Now it seems that it still happened, the temper of the nobleman is fully displayed in him, but the problem of the commander and the people below is very big.

He is still too young, has the drive of a young man, but can also be understood as a little grumpy.

In addition to his identity, no one dared to provoke him in Bastia, and he had not undergone much training, so he seemed a little brainless.

The baron knew that according to the earl's original plan, it was impossible for Alvin to threaten his status as the heir, so he didn't train him much at all. As for knight training, it was just the martial tradition of the Bastia family.

However, in recent years, the situation has changed dramatically, and the empire is facing a major reshuffle, so the earl's coveted heart for Hamlet is ready to move.

The heir is related to the core of the family and there can be no problems, but Alvin's identity will not be so sensitive. Even if the emperor wins in the end and turns his attention to the northwest, then the lord of Hamlet will be Alvin and has nothing to do with Bastia .

Even if everyone knows the relationship between the two, it's hard to say how much strength the emperor who put down the turmoil will have before launching a war.

In this way, the emperor can save face, and the earl has successfully annexed Hamlet. In just a few more generations, the Bastia family will become the new giant.

If it fails...

The barons vaguely guessed, but he could not, and dared not, say.

Because I am now bound to Alvin, as long as I take Hamlet, an unowned but rich land, my family will also get more fiefdoms.

So he had to assist Alvin with all his strength, even if it was a pig, he had to push it up.

"We don't know the purpose of the barbarians, but we have now cut off their road west to Owendor City, so as long as the road going south is also cut off, there is only such a big place left.

As for the rest, it depends on our eagle flock..."

As he spoke, the baron looked at the member of the eagle group wrapped in a dark green robe, and raised his hand to take out something.

When the woman saw that thing, she couldn't help being surprised, and the falcon on her shoulder stared at it tightly and made a "quack" sound.

"I understand."

…………

After entering the core area of ​​Hamlet, the wilderness became more lush, but it also revealed something strange.

Even the barbarians living in the mountains felt the pressure after stepping in, and the wolf warrior, the champion of the wolf god, felt a strange power here.

Not to mention that it is now night, and the surrounding environment is even more severe than the fog that separates the world from the mountains. You can't see a starry sky when you look up, and there is only blackness that seems to be condensed.

And those wild plants seem to come alive at this moment, the twisted branches look like limbs against the dark background, the weird tree holes howl in the wind, everything becomes...

They are constantly under pressure, and their will will be tested every step forward, so they can only keep praying for the protection of the wolf god.

"Has the wolf god abandoned us?"

"I can't see the way..."

"Oh~ the protection of the wolf god."

Realizing this situation, Wolf Warriors could only stop the team advancing in the dark wilderness and choose to rest.

The soldiers and the white wolves cuddled up to each other, nibbling on the dried meat seized from the eagles.

Zhan Lang looked at those soldiers with tired faces and low morale, wondering if it was worth bringing them out.

They are all the sons of the mountains. The harsh natural environment of the misty mountains has long trained them to be resolute fighters, and the wilderness environment cannot frighten them.

It is not so much a problem of the environment as it is that the experience during this period has made their spirits fragile.

50 people came out of the mountain, and they were scattered by the cavalry as soon as they met each other. They had to gather the remaining [-] or so people to escape, and were forced to cross the mountains to enter the empire. Some of them were also lost, most of them because of previous injuries. , can only watch death.

After finally recovering a bit of state through looting, venting, and offering sacrifices, he was immediately discovered and chased by the enemy. This pursuit lasted for a few days, and he didn't dare to rest at all until he ran out of ammunition and food, forcing him to design and sacrifice a soldier Lure the enemy deep.

Slaughtered the flock of eagles, released the tracking, got some supplies, and finally recovered.

But who would have thought that even a robber's den would overturn, killing two soldiers, and now only 50 of the [-] people brought out along the way are left, but the number of white wolves is a little more, there are still [-].

Ever since he received the instructions from the wolf god, he didn't dare to stay, and he kept rushing along the way, which is why this situation happened now.

Wolf Warrior is a strong individual, fighting cavalry, crossing mountains, and killing eagles, even running around these days is no problem for him.

But what's the use? Although the other tribal fighters have been protected by the wolf god and know some tribal secrets, they still have to die if they are shot in a mortal body. No matter how powerful he is, he can't recover.

To a certain extent, it also shows the tenacity of these tribal barbarians. If the teams of other forces are faced with a state that is close to collapse, they may have already fled to find a way out.

But they can still unite under the leadership of the wolf warriors. It can only be said that the power of faith is really strong.

The rest is only temporary, because the power of the wolf god is also temporary.

Wolf Warrior can feel that the power that possesses him is dissipating when he sacrifices to the wolf god, and that attraction is getting weaker and weaker.

He had to find the lost blood of the wolf god as soon as possible before the power completely dissipated, otherwise he didn't know what trouble would happen if he dragged on.

The team that rested for a while set off again. No one shouted tired or stopped, but stood up silently to keep up.

They have endured a lot of suffering, and faced life and death. They know that they are here to make the tribe stronger again. For this, they have no regrets, even if they die...

The Wolf Warrior who was running around in the dark became more and more irritable, and his pace continued to speed up, just because of the suffering of the soldiers who followed him.

But suddenly the war wolf stopped abruptly, its huge body froze in place, its hands were clenched into fists, they were still tightening, and there was even a faint sound.

The power of the wolf god dissipated, and the guidance naturally disappeared.

At this moment, Zhan Lang only felt a stagnation in his chest, and he kept questioning in his heart.

If I didn't need to take care of them, I would have found my bloodline long ago, so how could I be reduced to what I am now!
This is not anger over one thing, but the backlog of emotions that have been pouring into the brain during this period of time.

Zhan Lang has a fiery temper, if he had changed to before, he would have exploded directly.

But now he actually held back and didn't speak out what was in his heart, nor did he pour out his anger on his companions.

Instead, he turned all his emotions into a sigh, let go of his clenched fist, and waved his hand.

"Forget it~ let's stop here tonight, have a good rest first, and talk about other things at dawn."

Others don't know why, but after such a long journey, it's good to be able to rest.

Soon the team settled down, and the breeze in the middle of the night finally swept away the heat left by the day, and basically all the soldiers snuggled up to their white wolves.

It's just that some soldiers' white wolves died in battle, and some white wolf owners died in battle. They seemed a little lonely, but they were all exhausted.

Zhan Lang sat on the top of the tree and raised his hand to stroke the wolf king's hair. Now that he has calmed down, he knows that there is nothing to be angry about. If the clue is broken, he can find the sacrifice quickly. As for the sacrifice, it is even more simple. If you need to take risks and plunder villages and towns, there will be a lot of wandering refugees.

At that time, randomly killing a few refugees to hold a ceremony, although the effect may not be very good, but it should be enough to find them.

After figuring it out, the anger in his heart dissipated, and Zhan Lang suddenly realized, how much of his violent rage before was meaningless?
"Ow~"

A wolf howl came, and all the tribe warriors who had rested just now were awakened, because they could understand what the sound meant.

Night raid!

Wolf Warrior couldn't care less, picked up the weapon in one hand and rushed over.

But before he could rush out, he saw a naked-chested man with a strange helmet on his head, a strange claw-shaped weapon in his hand, and shouting incomprehensible words rushing out of the dark wilderness .

Even Zhan Lang was stunned for a moment, he thought it was those cavalrymen chasing him, but he didn't expect it to be such a weird person.

And this is not just one, but a large group of similar guys are crazy, rushing forward without fear of death.

"Blood to my lord, flesh to the crown!"

(End of this chapter)