Heart of the Castle

Chapter 69 The Exile's Encounter
Just when the food crisis in the refugee camp was alleviated and Sir Grace's evaluation of Levi was once again improved, a fierce scuffle was taking place in the depths of the dense forest about 3 hours away from the camp.

The two parties fighting each other are quite familiar with each other. In fact, not long ago, one of them was the other's subordinate.But now the affiliation relationship between them has obviously been destroyed, and they are fighting each other while swearing at each other.

The middle-aged fat man who was surrounded by three men was quite strong, resisting desperately, yelling like a lunatic.However, there were three of his opponents. Although none of them had weapons in their hands, the heavy blows from the fists still caused the middle-aged fat man to be seriously injured. Blood flowed from between his cracked forehead and fat and short fingers. come out.

Another heavy punch hit the middle-aged fat man in the stomach, this time the blow was so hard that the middle-aged fat man fell to the ground with a plop, curled up into a ball, and the fat all over his body was trembling.

"You dogs that bite your master back will not end well!" The middle-aged fat man yelled hoarsely, but this did not stop the three men from flipping through his luggage and stuffing everything that was useful inside into it. In the pocket, in exchange for a heavy kick on the ribs.

"Huck, you are no longer the village head, don't act prestige in front of me!" The man who kicked him was wearing a broken helmet and his teeth were rotten yellow, looking very disgusting.If Li Wei was here, he would definitely be able to recognize this man. He was the guard who refused Li Wei and others to enter the camp when he first arrived at the refugee camp.

Not far away was a man who was throwing the last bit of Fat Huck's luggage in a mess. The man had a hunting bow on his shoulder, and he was the only one among the three who had a weapon.After hearing Fat Huck's voice, he turned around impatiently and said.

"Boss, why are you still talking nonsense with this fat pig, just kill him."

"Okay, Fat Huck has given us some benefits, so don't kill him, let him fend for himself in the forest." The third man persuaded, then raised his head to look at the sky.

"I want to remind you that it's already past noon. If we can't find a safer place, we may have to sleep in the wild."

"Hey, fat pig, you're lucky." The man with the hunting bow cursed and packed all the things he found out of the luggage, and then put them on his shoulders. "Boss, what should we do now?"

The man wearing the broken helmet gritted his teeth and said, "You can't sleep in the forest, it's too dangerous. Let's leave now and try to leave this forest before sunset."

"However, if you go out of the forest, you may encounter wandering demons." The third man said hesitantly.

"Wandering demons are scarier, or beasts moving in the forest at night?" The man in the broken helmet said coldly, so the third man also nodded in agreement with him, and the three never looked at the lying on the ground again. Huck glanced at it, and got into the bushes on his own.

"You, you group of unfamiliar wolves, no, you must die!" Fat Huck lay on the ground for a long time before he felt better. luggage.

In front of him, the bundled luggage had been completely unpacked. Of course, there were no blankets to keep out the cold and a small amount of food, and a few gold coins sewn inside the luggage compartment were also turned out.All that was left to Fat Huck was a battered furoshiki, a few torn letters, and two cracked wooden bowls.

"Damn robber, bastard... woo..." Huck looked at the remaining poor things, couldn't help being angry and scared, and cried on the ground.

Before the refugee camp was established, Huck was the leader of a group of refugees, although he also led the refugees through the blockade of the demon army, trekking in the forest at risk.But that was a long time ago, months of being pampered and pampered had already degraded him into this image of a fat pig.Even if the contents of the luggage were not robbed, Fat Huck didn't have the confidence to walk out of this forest with his own strength.

After being expelled from the refugee camp by Li Wei, most of the people abandoned Fat Huck and each chose the direction of departure. Only these three people remained by Fat Huck's side very graciously, vowing to continue to follow him.Fat Huck was also an extremely cunning person, if he paid attention to it, he might not be able to see the hypocrisy of these people.

However, he did not put his mind on observing the words and expressions of the people around him, but was thinking about how to shirk the responsibility for the loss of the refugee camp to others as much as possible after meeting his boss.Fat Huck was so absorbed in his consideration that he didn't even notice that something was wrong when he was taken to the depths of the forest by these three people.

There is nothing to say about the next thing. It is nothing more than three cronies turning against each other because of the little wealth Fat Huck brought out from the refugee camp. Fat Huck desperately resisted, but was finally beaten to the ground by insults and fists. Things were also looted.

That's not the worst of it, Fat Huck is greedy but not stupid.When he left the refugee camp, he didn't bring all the accumulated wealth with him, and most of it was still buried in a place that only he knew.The gold coins on his body were just for possible use on the way to Viscount Ryan's castle.

It is actually acceptable to give it to these three guys.

But now Fat Huck was full of bitterness and fear, his body was fat and strong, and the beating just now was not considered a serious injury.Aside from a cut on his forehead, blood flowed all over his face, and he looked rather embarrassed, there were only a few bruises on his body.

The scariest thing is that all the food is swept away.

Among the three guys, one is an adventurer with a level 1 ranger profession. He has a lot of experience in identifying the direction in the forest and how to avoid the invasion of wild beasts. After losing this confidant, Fat Huck doesn't even know what he is now. where.

It's definitely not the way to think about it here.

Gathering his mind, Fat Huck tore off a small piece of furoshiki, bandaged it on the wound on his forehead, then picked up a few scattered letters, wrapped them randomly with the remaining furoshiki, and held them tightly in his arms .

These letters are now his life-saving straw. As long as he can reach Viscount Ryan's castle and meet his master, he will have a chance to stand up.

"Levi, Grace, Warren, Martha, and you treacherous dogs... just wait, Master Huck will definitely come back, when the time comes..." Fat Huck gritted his teeth and said each name , the voice was terrifyingly vicious.

There seemed to be some sound coming from a distance, as if someone had let out a piercing scream.Fat Huck was like a frightened fat field mouse, holding the letters and hiding behind a big tree, only showing his eyes, looking in the direction of the screams.

Although the afternoon sun began to lose its power, the fog had not had time to completely dominate the forest, and the vision was not bad. If there were no trees to block it, it should be able to see 200 meters away.Fat Huck was lying behind the tree, staring at his big round eyes, and the nervous sweat kept rolling down Dabing's face and dripping on the ground at his feet.

There seemed to be a few more screams coming from his pricked ears, the sound was extremely miserable, probably only a pig that had been cut open alive could scream so terribly.Then there was a rustling sound, as if something was running quickly in this direction.Fat Huck shivered, and prayed to Father God in his heart, no matter what that thing is, don't run over.

Obviously, Fat Huck is definitely not a devout believer of the Father God, and the Father God resolutely did not intend to bless him.Before he finished his prayer, the dense grass not far away suddenly parted, and a panicked person ran out without thinking.

Fear had distorted the man's face so much that it was hard to make out, but Fat Huck recognized it anyway.

To be precise, this person had been separated from him for less than half an hour, but neither of his two companions, the boss with the broken helmet and the one with the bow on his back, could keep up. Obviously, the scream just now was that It was sent by two people.

After the man ran out of the grass, he saw the big tree where Fat Huck was hiding at a glance. In fact, there was no better hiding place nearby than this big tree.But before this person could move again, there was a light puff, and a huge arrow that was as wide as a palm pierced through his chest, and the arrow was stained with red dripping blood.

The man struggled and took half a step forward, his knees bent, and he lay on the ground with a plop, motionless.A jet-black arrow shaft more than one meter long stands on the back, and the twisted black tail feathers seem to have been taken from a crow.

Although seeing the person who betrayed him die in front of him, Fat Huck didn't feel the pleasure of revenge. He stuffed his sleeves into his mouth, and clenched his teeth tightly, fearing that the unstoppable sound of teeth knocking would make him feel angry. Get someone's attention.

There was a faint stench of sulfur in the air, and Fat Huck was almost incontinent with fright, because he knew exactly what it meant.

The one who chased and killed this man was not a brutal orc in the forest, and certainly not a human being, but an extremely ferocious demon who could not coexist with human beings at all!And it's a demon who uses a bow and arrow as a weapon!

It has been six months since Viscount Ryan was threatened by demon disasters. Fat Huck is not very unfamiliar with demons, but whether it is the demons that destroyed the village he used to live in, or the demons that attacked refugee camps many times , have not found signs of using bows and arrows.

Among the cannon fodder troops surrounded by the demon army, some hobgoblins can use bows and arrows, but the long black arrow in front of them is well-made, and it is obviously not something hobgoblins with low forging ability can make.

The smell of sulfur in the air became more intense, and several red and black figures came out trampling the grass, dragging away the corpse killed by the black arrow.Fat Huck held his breath, desperately trying to shrink his body smaller behind the big tree.The passage of time seemed to slow down, and when the weird muttering with a devilish accent finally disappeared from his ears, Fat Huck felt like an hour had passed.

"Father God bless..." Fat Huck breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was about to look around again, a cold and cruel voice came from behind him.

"That mouse was good at running, but not fast enough. Look, isn't this pig better prey?"

No responsibility to push the book——

(End of this chapter)