Chapter 287

The shrill wolf howl echoed in the dusk, and the air was filled with disturbing and inexplicable horror. A raven flew over the fence and landed on the high arrow tower, making an ugly cry, like a dark ghost.

"It's not a good sign that crows haunt at night." Roy clenched the hard bow in his hand, narrowed his eyes and murmured. The cold moonlight made his face look particularly pale.

"Crows are just birds. You're afraid of those fierce wolves. Roy, you're a coward." Big beard laughed and maliciously exposed Roy's true face, regardless of whether his companions would become angry.

Roy ignored his companion's provocation and silently withdrew his eyes. The beard was muscular and powerful. The double-edged battle axe he carried was sharp and heavy. Roy had to wave it with two hands. It is said that bearded used to be a mercenary and fought with the Sassanians in the north of the kingdom. Although he just joined the camp and was still a newcomer, he used his own force to stir up trouble everywhere, make trouble and beat down many people. He was also appreciated by the captain. He not only joined the civilian team, but also occupied a woman.

Roy didn't want to be a stepping stone to the beard, let alone be beaten, but his brother Quinn was hot tempered.

"Big beard, if you see the fierce wolf with your own eyes, you must pee your pants!"

Quinn squeaked his fist, and his sharp eyes were nailed to the eyebrows of his beard like a knife. Facing the top marksman in the camp, bearded shrugged his shoulders indifferently, but he didn't continue to speak impolitely.

The disdain of the beard made Quinn more angry. He said stuffy, "the fierce wolf is blue and black, as big as a pony, twice as big as an ordinary male wolf, with tusks like daggers and green eyes staring at you. Anyone will tremble with fear. Only Roy and I are exceptions!"

Quinn and Roy are not brothers. They are partners of free people. They have been friends for ten years. They usually live by hunting. In short, they are poachers. Born in Quinn mountain, he is skilled in archery and can shoot elk in the eye. Roy has a pair of skillful hands. The skin he peels can be called perfect. At the beginning, they worked together to hunt black moles and peel them for money. The black mole will spoil the crops. Its meat is terrible, but its fur is valuable, but it is too small. It takes at least a dozen black moles to make a pair of leather gloves. The village chiefs always turn a blind eye to mole hunters. Quinn lives on Roy's craft. In those years, they were hunting black moles in Duke Eriksson's forest. Quinn itched and shot a stag. Roy was caught by the Rangers of the Eriksson family when he was busy skinning the stag. As a result, they were sentenced to hard labor, locked up in a gold mine secret castle, mined gold for Duke Eriksson, and lived a life of miner slaves. More than a year ago, the church's Paladin raided the Eriksson family's gold mine secret castle and rescued hundreds of trapped lambs on the spot. Roy and Quinn regained their freedom, but found that the Eriksson family had undergone upheaval, bandits and roving bandits in the territory, and the public security situation was very bad. In order to protect themselves, they joined the free people's gang. After several struggles and mergers, their gang grew larger and larger, and finally became a large free people camp.

At first, the leader of the gang wanted to set the camp in the West. There was a small lake with fertile land, dense vegetation and rich wild resources. The most important thing was that the place was closer to the Raven town built by the Gambis and away from the sphere of influence of Lord dodo. The backbone of the free people's gang are all the confidants of Duke Eriksson. They have participated in the private casting of kinsol, so they are wanted by the kingdom of dodo. However, everyone did not expect that there were more than one fierce wolf around the lake. The ferocious wolf is cunning and cruel. It is a very terrible beast. Quinn and Roy witnessed the bloody scene of the ferocious wolf killing free people's companions. They were scared to death. The free people gang had to move more than 20 kilometers eastward along the stream, and finally set up camp on the South Bank of the stream.

Bearded was a latecomer. He had never experienced the attack of fierce wolves. He laughed at Roy's timidity, which naturally aroused Quinn's dissatisfaction. However, bearded would not miss the opportunity to attack his companions. He always tried his best to establish his position.

"Hey, hey, cowards will turn white when they are frightened by the cry of fierce wolves behind the fence."

"You!" Quinn found himself speechless. The wooden fence of the camp was 12 meters high and the arms of adults were so wide. It was built of three layers of iron pine, filled with broken stones, soil and mortar, and rammed very firmly. Not to mention the fierce wolf, even the knight can't break it with one drum. Besides, there is a four meter wide ditch outside the fence. There are 12 arrow towers inside the fence. Each arrow tower is equipped with a powerful military crossbow. The whole camp can be said to be as solid as gold. At least Quinn thought it was safe. He didn't know why Roy turned pale. He guessed that his brother was ill.

"Roy, have you eaten your stomach? Otherwise, I'll tell the head that you won't be on duty today?" Quinn asked anxiously.

"Who doesn't have to be on duty?" A tall man came over. He was steady and dignified. He was wearing leather boots and trousers, leather gloves, hard leather armor, and a shiny steel ring armor. He was holding a fine iron short spear and an iron oak round shield. He also hung a long sword with a sheath around his waist. Jiong's divine eyes swept over. More than 30 militia sitting under the fence quickly stood up, The beard was the first to greet him and flattered, "Lord Moore, you're here."

"How many times have you said it? Don't call me an adult!" Moore patted bearded on the shoulder and said kindly, "it's not good to be heard by real adults."

"Yes, yes." The beard nodded and bowed and said, "Captain, Roy, the boy is frightened by the cry of the fierce wolf and wants to pretend to be ill and go back to rest."

Everyone laughed, Quinn's face flushed angrily and said loudly, "no! Head, don't listen to bearded rumors. Roy, he... He has a bad stomach."

"Roy, is that so?" Asked Moore coldly.

"Head, I'm fine." Roy explained uneasily, "it's crows that make people upset."

"Quack!" The crow on the arrow tower gave a harsh cry very cooperatively. Moore raised his eyebrow and ordered Quinn, "shoot down the dead bird! The brothers above are waiting for us to change shifts."

"OK!" Quinn drew his bow and arrow. The crow in the twilight was just a hazy shadow, but it was not difficult to defeat an excellent mountain shooter. However, at the moment when the sharp arrow took off the string, the crow took the lead in flying. Quinn shot empty. He cried, "this damn crow has been looking at me."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a scream from the arrow tower. A man fell down, and the red liquid fainted under him, just like a broken humanoid water bag. The sweet smell of blood was disgusting. Everyone looked at each other, and captain Moore roared, "Quinn! You idiot shot someone!"

Without waiting for Quinn's explanation, there was another scream on the arrow tower. This time, everyone heard the sharp sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air. Then the screams on the arrow tower came one after another. The guards waiting to take over panicked and shouted on the pedal behind the fence. Countless crows fluttered from the arrow tower, stables and shed roof. They formed a crow group and circled and shouted above the camp. The laughter of the dead bird woke up the whole camp. The hounds barked, the war horses screamed, the women and children cried and the men scolded. The whole camp fell into chaos in an instant.

"Enemy attack!"

When the Moore team grew up, they shouted and gave orders, "go to someone to ring the alarm bell, and the others follow me on the pedal to support the brothers on the wall of the stronghold!"

A clever militia broke away and rushed to the alarm bell. "Dang" "Dang" "Dang", the alarm bell rang for a long time, coming from the fence in the east of the camp. The East fence was also attacked? Captain Moore's face changed greatly. He gritted his teeth and boarded the combat platform. He knew that the militia in the East would not come. "Dang" "Dang" the alarm bell in the South also rang, and the men poured out of the shed. Moore had some comfort.

There are more than 500 young refugees in the camp, 60 elite soldiers and 3 trainee knights. Most people don't know that the leaders and backbone of the camp are working for Viscount Negus. This free camp can be said to be a military stronghold of viscount Negus. The three trainee Knights led their own soldiers to guard the north and South strongholds and the cavalry stables. Moore was once a soldier of the Eriksson family. Because he was implicated by his master, he was arranged to guard the village wall in the south. He wondered why the enemy didn't attack the exit of the camp, but attacked the fence, but he knew that his former colleagues could immediately organize more than 100 young militia to climb onto the platform. As long as you stick to it for a while, the trainee Knight will also bring people to support, and the enemy will be defeated.

"Don't panic! Don't panic! There are trenches and iron and wood fences in front of us. The enemy can't rush up! Stand at their respective shooting positions and prepare the bows, arrows and crossbows!" Another captain, Ned, called loudly. The flustered militia saw captain Moore climb up the combat platform with reinforcements and quickly settle down. Roy stood at the shooting position. With the help of the moonlight, he saw dozens of dark shadows running towards the fence more than 200 meters away. Their speed was comparable to that of charging horses. In a short time, they burst into more than 100 meters.

"How can you run so fast? Are they all knights?" Moore was cold like falling into an ice cellar,