Fashen live room

Chapter 467 Night Attack
Atrimisia also noticed that Norman was standing in front of her looking at her, and raised her head to glance at Norman.

"almost done."

It may be because she has not been used to speaking for a long time, her tone is a bit jerky, but the meaning is still clear.After saying such a sentence, she lowered her head again and continued to pack up the simple bedding.

There was still no expression on her face, but the change did happen to her.

If it was before, even if she saw Norman standing in front of her, as long as Norman didn't speak, she would never speak, but now she will take the initiative to speak a word.Although there are not many words, it has changed significantly compared to before.

This lifeless piece of wood seems to be slowly coming to life.

But Norman still had the same idea—none of his business?I didn't plan to delve into it.

Norman originally planned to stand and watch her finish packing these things, but the movement on one side attracted his attention.

"Barton!"

There was a man's voice on the left, and when he turned his head, he saw a group of people who didn't know what to do. One of them noticed that he was back, and turned around to call him.

Seeing Norman turn his head, the man waved, "Come here."

Norman didn't ask anything, just walked over, and only after getting close did he know what they were doing here.

In the middle of the crowd, the boy who had broken his head before was lying on the ground, his face was flushed as if he was on fire, he could see it clearly even in the dim night, standing here, he seemed to be able to feel it. The temperature on the other person's face.

The boy seemed to be in a lot of pain, his eyes were tightly closed and he twisted it from time to time, his lips were closed tightly for a while, and he murmured something, but he couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.

"His illness seems to be getting worse."

The slave who called him over said so, with worried eyes.

It doesn't need to be said by this person that Norman himself has seen it, but he has no way, or he has a way, but that kind of way is something he doesn't want to touch.

"I don't know how to see a doctor."

Norman said so.

The person who called him over said, "I know, but it's too pitiful for him to behave like this. Can you please ask Mr. Tang En?"

When the man said this, his eyes fixed on him.

Not only the man who called him to come over, but also the slaves around him all cast their gazes over, each pair of eyes filled with the light of hope.

Norman said: "But Mr. Tang En can only kill people, and he can't see a doctor."

The slave who called him over said again: "But that lord mage knows it! If you want to ask that lord mage to take action, only Dempsey and Lord Tang En can do it."

Someone next to him said, "Yeah, magic is so magical, you can do anything, and it's not easy to save his life?"

As soon as this remark came out, the people next to him also chimed in.

In the minds of these civilians who don't have the slightest understanding of the magic world, magic is probably indeed omnipotent.

Norman still didn't move.

He also knows the master mage in these populations, he is the most mysterious person in the team, he always wraps himself up tightly all day long, no one has even seen his real face, and the news that that person is a mage , It came from the mouths of the knights.

However, the "Master Mage" in such a team headed by the Silver Knight should be at the level of the black robe.Such a mage is not even proficient in killing people, how can he save people?The spells related to healing are all intermediate and high-level spells.

Besides, even if the mysterious mage really had that ability, Norman didn't think he would waste his precious magic power to save a slave.

"Ricky is just a slave, and the mage will not save him."

Norman said so, and Rich was the name of the boy who broke his head and was seriously ill.

The slave who called him over was relentless: "How do you know if you don't try? You are also a slave. Didn't Lord Tang En still accept you as his student?"

The people next to him continued to echo, but Norman still did not move, which gradually changed the way the slaves around him looked at him.

It was a contemptuous emotion tinged with disgust, as if looking at a cold-blooded selfish ghost.

This made Norman see it, and found it very interesting.

When Dempsey was about to leave the boy behind, none of these people were outstanding, and he carried Rich on his back alone. In the next two days, when Rich couldn't walk, Norman was there. They had never done anything to carry him, but now these people are blaming themselves instead.

The kindness of the slaves turned into a shrinking tortoise in the face of difficulties, wishing to dig a hole in the ground to get in, but at this time of generosity of others, they emerged unscrupulously, eager to shine on the world, It made Norman feel very interesting, smelling a strong worldly flavor and a sense of reality.

At the same time, he seemed to see himself.

If there is no live broadcast room and no Knights Templar, there seems to be no difference between myself and these people, and even worse.

"it is good."

Although he knew that there would be no results if he did so, Norman finally agreed to their request, turned around and walked towards the center of the camp.

Not long after, Norman came back, but he was alone, and the mysterious mage was not with him.

Although the slaves came back alone when they saw Norman, the slaves still did not give up, and asked with luck: "How is it? Did the mage agree to help?"

Norman replied truthfully: "Lord Tang En directly refused, and I didn't even see the face of Master Mage."

All the slaves sighed, but they had no choice but to let it go.

After this back and forth, Atrimisia had already made Norman's bed, and Norman lay on it directly, lying on his side, and his eyes just happened to see Rich.

Most of the slaves around him had dispersed, only two of them were still squatting aside, looking at the unconscious boy worriedly, and one of them was the one who called Norman over just now.

The man's name was Matthew, about twenty years old, and he had been a farmer before he fled into slavery.

At his feet is a clear water wrapped in leaves, which they brought back when they were working.This kind of crude container obviously doesn't hold very well. Although I have been very careful, there is still not much water left in the bowl-shaped leaves.Now Matthew is carefully stuffing the sleeves of his tattered clothes into the water. After absorbing the water, he gently twists some back into the leaf bowl, and then puts the soaked sleeves on Rich's face. Wipe it off, hoping to cool him down in this way.

His method made his movements very strange. If he could take off his clothes, his movements should be smoother and more comfortable, but in that case, Matthew himself might get sick—the night wind in the mountains is still quite bleak, and the temperature It is also low, even if you lie down with your clothes carelessly, you may get sick, let alone take off your clothes.

Matthew just soaked his clothes in water to cool Ricky little by little. The slave named Monroe next to him couldn't do anything, but he didn't want to just go to sleep, just squatting aside.

Norman seemed to find such a scene very interesting, keeping a side-lying posture, just watching it all the time.

The night was getting darker, the snoring sounded gradually, one after another, and the people in the camp gradually fell into a dream, but Rich's condition didn't seem to improve at all, on the contrary, it got worse. Norman could occasionally hear his utterance while lying here. Two short groans of pain.

Matthew and Monroe did not leave either, they were still squatting beside Rich.

Matthew also looked tired and bored, the frequency of soaking and wiping movements slowed down significantly, and the expression on his face became more and more helpless.

Should be about to give up.

Norman, who has been staring at this place, thought in his heart: This is a sensible and kind person. He will try his best to show his kindness within the scope of his ability, such as now, but once it exceeds, he will also show his kindness. Will give up sensibly. For example, when Demps was about to drop Ricky two days ago, he didn't stand up.

Norman didn't know the point of staring at this scene, but he just watched it all the way.

He wanted to keep watching until he saw Matthew and Monroe give up, but he couldn't wait for that moment after all.

"call out!"

With a not-so-loud sound, a line of fire crossed the sky above Norman's head and shot straight in the direction of the camp.

"Shhhhhh!"

This was just the beginning, continuous voices sounded, and lines of fire shot out from the darkness not far away and landed in the camp.

It was a flaming arrow.

Some of these burning arrows landed on the tent, and quickly burned the tent, and some went straight in, shooting the sleeping person in the tent, causing several screams of "Ah!" .

"Enemy attack!"

A shout came from the side near the slave camp, and the whole camp came alive. The responsive soldiers rushed out with weapons at the fastest speed, and the originally quiet night suddenly became noisy.

When the first "swoosh" sounded, Norman, who was experienced in combat, realized what had happened, but he didn't stand up - the slave camp was at the outermost edge of the entire camp, the place closest to the enemy, and Now in such an environment surrounded by sleeping people, if he stood up first, he would be courting death.

Norman lay on the ground and quickly looked around, but he, who had lost his supernatural vision, couldn't tell where the enemy was coming from in this environment.In this case, his best choice was to go back to the center of the camp and meet with Dunn and the others. That was the safest way.

Subconsciously, Norman was about to turn his head and crawl towards the center of the camp. Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind, his movements froze for a while, and he reached out to touch Atrimisia, trying to wake her up and walk together.

He is indeed different from before. If he were the former him, he would not do this at all in this situation.

But when Norman stretched out his hand, he found nothing, and when he looked sideways, he saw that Atrimisia had woken up.

She was half-squatting on the ground, holding a wooden stick she didn't know where to feel in her hand, and was staring ahead vigilantly.

"what!"

"Run!"

Under this big commotion, the slaves also woke up one after another, and many of them stood up and ran like headless chickens, but the result was just as Norman expected, these running around Under the reflection of the flames behind them, the slaves became the best human targets. With the screams, two or three fell down quickly, with arrows stuck in their chests, crawling and struggling on the ground in pain for a while. not dead.

"Get down!"

"Get down!"

Norman yelled at the right time, and at the same time, the same voice sounded behind him, coming from the center of the camp, and within two words, he could feel that the other party was obviously approaching, and when the voice fell, he was already behind Norman and the others up.

"Ready to fight!"

With a hasty sound and a bang, something fell beside Norman. He turned his head and saw that it was the sword he used to practice swordsmanship in the past few days, and the person who came the fastest naturally didn't need it. thought about it.

It's Dunn.

Tang En's equipment is quite complete, and he is currently holding a huge shield.

The shield was very big, and Twain was considered tall, but the shield was able to cover his body so tightly that he couldn't see it at all.After taking two steps forward, he came to the edge of the camp, and directly inserted the sharp corner at the bottom of the shield into the ground, holding it firmly, like a small city wall, and the arrows jingled on the shield When there was a sound, there was nothing he could do, so he could only shoot from the side, but after a while, other fighters came over, all holding shields, forming a shield wall.

The scene has stabilized for the time being.

"Where is the Caliphate?! Why is there no warning at all!"

Tang En asked a man beside him angrily.

The man next to him replied directly: "It should have been unplugged!"

This answer made Tang En not make Tang En more angry, but calmed down a little, and deep worry flashed in his eyes.

"Being able to kill the Caliph silently is at least a Bronze Horseman..."

The stable situation didn't last long. They didn't say a few words, and the other side had already reacted.

Those unknown enemies stopped shooting arrows, and with the sound of hurried and heavy footsteps and ghostly screams, a small army was quickly approaching.

The camp was burning behind them, and the flames could not be extinguished for a while. Following the flames, Norman clearly saw the appearance of the comer through the gap in the shield.

It's a group of orcs.

Some of them have a tiger's head on their shoulders, some have a wolf's head, and some have a bull's head. They often have thick hair on their bodies and a very burly body. The thinnest one is only slightly worse than Tang En. Not to be trifled with.

The only good thing is that their weapons suck.

Sticks, stones, tongs, everything.

And another with a dung fork.

(End of this chapter)