Heart of the Castle

Chapter 148 The Discordant Voice
The noise outside the refugee camp was surging like a turbulent wave, slamming on the tall wooden wall, and spreading out, accumulating energy for the next impact.Many of the older refugees stretched out their hands towards the sky and cried out in despair, but others, younger and stronger, were less gentle.Holding wooden sticks and picked stones in their hands, they gathered together in clusters, venting their inner dissatisfaction with angry roars, cursing objects from the supreme Father God to the Viscount and this On the leader of the camp, although they did not know the name of the leader.

A woman's howling sounded like an ominous gust of wind, igniting the mania in the hearts of all the refugees. "Rush in, there is something to eat and a bed to sleep in!" A high-pitched voice suddenly yelled, as if a few drops of water had been splashed into a boiling hot oil pan, and the crowd immediately exploded.

"For God's sake, have pity on us! Good people, may you live long! We were kicked out from Viscount Lane's castle and walked all day and night. We were dying of thirst and starvation. If you don’t open the door, give us something to eat and drink! There are still many women and children here!” A trembling and old voice sounded.

This voice was so desolate, painful, and pitiful that even the crowd who had been aroused crazy by the high-pitched voice couldn't help but pause after hearing this old voice, and the boiling mania subsided a little.

Coincidentally, at the same time as this sound sounded, four figures appeared on the wooden wall of the camp. They stood behind the parapet at the top of the wall respectively. Among them, two burly figures were wearing full metal armor, and the two slightly smaller figures were wearing chains. A, all four of them hold swords in their chests, and the blades of their swords point to the gloomy sky.

"Look, the guys from the camp have appeared, they have weapons in their hands, and they are going to kill us all!" The squeaky voice shouted again, but this time the effect was not so good. After roaring twice, more people gradually quieted down.

The hazy green and silver-white grudge lights lit up from the four figures on the wall, and there were horrified cries from outside the refugee camp.

"Knight, Lord Knight!"

"There are four knight masters, we offended the knight masters just now!"

Amidst the frantic calls, the people near the wooden wall began to squeeze back, trying to get out of here, while the people behind were squeezed by those behind them, and the two sides immediately pushed and shoved.

Watching the refugees shoving each other and huddling together, Levi took a deep breath and growled as loudly as he could.

"Don't mess up!"

The voice strengthened by battle qi sounded like thunder, and the crowd was quiet for a moment. Li Wei took this rare opportunity and raised the long sword in his hand above his head.

"Stand back from the gate, gather together according to each family, and protect the elderly, women and children!"

"Get out of the way, we will distribute food and hot water to everyone, everyone can get it, so please don't worry!"

"The injured people are concentrated near the left side of the gate, we will find a way to treat everyone!"

"We swear by the honor of the knights that the above promise will be fulfilled, so please trust us!"

"Go back!"

Two muffled voices and a slightly shrill voice joined Levi's shouts.

"Go back!"

"They are lying! We must not retreat, or those knights rush out, and we will die!"

Squealer reappeared from the crowd again, this time in a far different direction than before.Li Wei focused his gaze on the past. Under ordinary vision, he could only see a dense mass of people, but in the field of vision of the probing technique, the dots of yellow light in the large gray area were very eye-catching.

Are there six in total?A trace of anger flashed in Li Wei's eyes.

Obviously, these people were arranged among the refugees by Viscount Lane or someone else. The purpose was to incite these refugees to attack the camp. As long as the camp guards' swords were stained with the blood of the refugees, it would definitely bring terrible disasters. as a result of.

Of course, Li Wei was not worried that the refugees would rush into the camp. There was nothing that hundreds of demons could do, and it would be even more impossible to replace these refugees with a mass of loose sand.Although the number of refugees was quite large, the elderly and weak accounted for more than half of them. Those young and middle-aged refugees were also greatly reduced in physical strength due to fatigue and hunger, and there was no way to pose too much threat to the camp.

But if refugees die here in the camp, it's a different story.Leaving aside the extent to which Viscount Ryan will make use of the issue, Li Wei himself will not be able to pass the test of his own belief.

These guys who threaten the lives of refugees are unforgivable crimes!

Li Wei's eyes ignited with anger, and he swung the long sword in his hand downwards, and the bright silver-white grudge light streaked across the dark sky, leaving a dazzling trace.

Although the light of fighting spirit was still far away from the crowd under the wooden wall, the crowd immediately let out a burst of exclamation and shouts. Where the sword pointed, people retreated desperately to the side, some squeezed into the crowd, some Waving their arms and shouting wildly, some people fell to the ground and began to cry.

Another person stood there, seemingly stunned.

"Who is this guy? Why have I never seen him before?" A somewhat familiar old voice sounded from the side, and then an old man with thinning hair walked over, holding a thick tree branch as a Crutches, and a tattered and dirty robe on the rickety body, the original color can hardly be seen.

"It's not like, it doesn't look like a refugee at all. Look, this guy's face is still shining with oil!" The old man shouted in surprise while pointing at the person who stayed there with a tree branch crutch.

But that's it!

Although the face and body of the man looked like a refugee, with ragged clothes and dirt, but his body was quite strong, and the exposed arms were far from skinny.His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to shout something, but he couldn't make a sound.

There was a burst of angry shouts among the refugees.

"Who? Who?"

"Is it Viscount Lane's running dog?"

"Damn lackey!"

Countless arms stretched out to the man who stood still. As if he had just woken up from a dream, he let out a terrible scream, twisted his body to break free from these arms, and knocked down several surrounding people in the blink of an eye. people.It can be seen that this guy is quite skilled and has received very good hand-to-hand combat training. Although there are many refugees who have not received any combat training, they were all knocked to the ground one by one by his amazing physical strength.

After knocking down several young and middle-aged refugees who surrounded him again, this guy rushed towards the old man who exposed his identity like a mad bull.

"Old guy, dare to destroy the master's plan, you will die for me!"

The old man was frightened by his ferocity, he took a few steps back in embarrassment, then tripped over his own tree branch crutches and almost fell down.

A big hand grabbed the old man's shoulder, and the thin shoulder seemed to make a creaking sound. The old man moaned in pain, but the owner of the big hand that grabbed him let out a terrible laugh.

"die……"

"puff!"

A sharp arrow flew in at lightning speed, hit the mouth that let out a terrible laugh, and passed through.A cloud of blood sprayed out, and the old man's face and body were covered in scarlet blood spots.

The big hand was released, and the guy who was trying to incite the refugees died without saying a word.The old man looked terrified, first covered his painful shoulder with his hands, and then looked up at the wooden wall.

Ser Grace held the silver fir longbow in one hand, and was fastening another long arrow to the bowstring with the other.

"Those who incite riots, die!"

There was a cold smile on the corner of Sniper Archer's mouth, and a voice without any emotion spit out from his mouth, which made the scalp tingle for those with evil intentions.

(End of this chapter)