Farming Lord of Crossing

Chapter 3 3. Stan Village

While the militiamen were rejoicing, more than a dozen gray wolves, 1.5 meters high and [-] meters long, surrounded them silently from all directions.

They were attracted by the bloody smell of goblins.

The gray wolf, which has been hungry for a whole winter, will include all animals it encounters in its diet, including even giant bears, tigers, lions and so on.

At this time, these gray wolves didn't care that the opponent's number was double their own, and surrounded Ross and the others.

Los found the gray wolf at the first time, and hurriedly shouted and directed: "Everyone forms a ring formation, 20 people hold shields facing outward, and the remaining ten people wait for an opportunity to attack in the formation. Quick, quick, quick!"

The militiamen turned pale with fright at the sight of the gray wolf's huge size and ferocious appearance, but now they heard Ross's command and found the backbone in an instant, and immediately formed a formation according to Ross's arrangement.

The gray wolves approached slowly, perhaps with the intention of teasing the little bug, and didn't take advantage of the chaos when the militiamen lined up to launch an attack.

Seeing that the militiamen had formed into a formation like an iron barrel, Ross immediately felt relieved, and waved the long sword in his hand, which had become much lighter. Live a good life with plenty of food and clothing.

Why do you guys insist on forcing me to drop my hoe and pick up my long sword?
In this case, then kill all of you guys, so you can always farm well, right? Just like that, Ross muttered and swung his sword towards the gray wolf closest to him.

The gray wolves were furious when they saw that their food dared to resist. The first wolf roared and blew the attack horn, and five of them immediately rushed to Ross, and the remaining ten rushed to the circle formation.

"Go to hell with me!" Louth yelled, sideways avoiding the bloody mouth of the gray wolf that was rushing towards him, swung his sword across its throat, and waved his shield with his left hand to slam the gray wolf's side that was sneaking up on him. On the head, there was a tooth-piercing sound of bone shattering, and the long sword in his hand pierced the gray wolf's throat, and then rushed forward two steps without stopping to avoid the pounce of the gray wolf behind him.

Just after getting past the gray wolf's pounce, Ross turned around extremely quickly and stabbed the long sword into the gray wolf's bloody mouth in an instant, and cut off its painful roar with a severe twist.

Before the remaining two gray wolves came to the front, they found that their companions had been dealt with. They couldn't help but hesitated, and their steps slowed down, but Ross didn't mean to stop at all. He rushed forward and easily cut them under the sword. Then he immediately pounced on the wolf who had been paying attention to him for a long time.

The alpha wolf hovering outside the battlefield was always observing the entire battlefield. The scene where Ross easily killed five gray wolves was naturally seen by it, which surprised him.

Knowing how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, it immediately understood that the strength of this human being cannot be resisted by its small group, so the alpha wolf let out a mournful and unwilling growl without hesitation and took the lead in fleeing.

This time it was a big loss!

When the gray wolves besieging the circle heard the wolf's cry, they immediately gave up on the target and turned around and fled.

Seeing that the wolf was fleeing first, Ross could only turn around and kill the gray wolf closest to him before coming to the front of the circle.

In less than 2 minutes, the formation composed of thirty militiamen also killed a gray wolf, but each of them was wounded. At this time, they all sat down on the ground to rest as if they had survived the catastrophe.

The training time is too short, and the militiamen are too weak in terms of physical fitness and combat awareness!Luo Si shook his head secretly, and then greeted loudly: "Get up, pack up the spoils immediately, and bring all the gray wolves that were killed, and we will return to the village immediately. Otherwise, I don't know what kind of beasts will be attracted by the smell of blood! "

When the militiamen heard what the village chief said, they didn't dare to be negligent. They immediately got up and quickly packed up their things, carried the corpses of the seven gray wolves and followed Ross towards the village.

But whether it's the unstoppable smile on his face, the adoring look at Ross, or the enthusiasm for discussing the battle scene just now, it all explains a situation.

They are very satisfied with this battle and full of hope for the future.

They have overcome their fear of monsters, and after a period of training after going back, they will be able to fully display the combat power of qualified soldiers.

Of course, their admiration and conviction for the village head of Los has also reached an unprecedented height.

"Loss, your swordsmanship just now is really good, you can see the gray wolf's head off with one strike!" A young man about 20 years old came to Ross and raised the bloody head of the gray wolf in his hand and shouted excitedly.

"Yes, yes! The village chief killed those gray wolves as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. He killed six of them by himself. If only we had the strength of the village chief!" Another young man joined in. Come up and talk.

Ross observed the surrounding environment vigilantly, shook his head and said: "Thomas, Bruce, if you two guys train hard, there is hope to become warriors. By then, you will be as strong as me."

"Really?" Thomas and Blue asked excitedly, and the other militiamen looked over enviously.

"Really! As long as you train hard, you will definitely become warriors!" Ross said loudly, looking at the two big and small moons gradually rising: "The same is true for everyone else, they must train hard and improve their strength.

At that time, we will kill all the wild beasts and monsters around the village, and there will be no more wild beasts and monsters will attack our village, destroy our crops, and kill our villagers.Then we can farm with peace of mind. "

"it is good!"

"Kill all these monsters!"

"Train well and protect the village!"

"Revenge for my father and fellow countrymen!"

Ross' words clearly brought back painful memories buried deep in the memory of the militiamen.

Yes, in this grotesque world, this world full of all kinds of monsters, this world of cannibalism, who doesn't have a bloody memory?
Parents, children, siblings, companions, etc., too many relatives were torn apart and devoured by those hateful monsters.

Stan Village belongs to a small village in the west of Viscount Mordo.

Due to the special geographical environment, it is a specially established village that is rich in a kind of potion called licorice.

A small village that no one cares about as long as a batch of potions is handed over to Lord Viscount regularly every year.

It is a small border village that is three days away from the nearest city and one day away from the nearest town.

Surrounded by all kinds of monsters, the small village may be destroyed at any time.

Soon everyone saw the village on a small hill from a distance. At this time, the village's low, broken wooden fence covered with various scars was full of eagerly looking villagers.

They are waiting for their son, their husband, their father to return safely.

"We're back!" Seeing the family members on the city wall, the militiamen raised the gray wolf's body above their heads, and other militiamen beat their weapons vigorously, with their chests raised high, like an army returning from victory.

The gate of the village opened with a bang, and the villagers rushed out to welcome the returning warriors.

(End of this chapter)