For humans in this world, if they want to choose the most comfortable profession, they must be the soldiers who are responsible for guarding the city gates in every empire.

To describe it in one sentence, there is too much money and less trouble, and there is little closer to home.

Although the country does not pay a lot of wages, it is a very ruthless person to receive extra money every day. Among the ordinary people, they are also a high-income group.

In addition, the bonus from the royal capital made the soldiers in charge of the gate feel that they had seen many strong storms and seldom surprised them.

However, when the soldiers in charge of the gate guarding today saw the brave Nigol coming back with his broken body, they were really shocked.

The two soldiers did not recognize that they were the Imperial Heroes, the brave Nigol.

After all, although this man was riding a good horse, he was swaying and haggard, looking like he was swung by more than a dozen big men.

It was not until he opened his eyes and raised his head that the two soldiers were shocked and recognized him.

After looking at each other, the two soldiers quickly ran towards him, and the armor on their bodies rustled in the rhythm of running.

"Sir Brave!"

Two soldiers came to him, one of them looked at his right shoulder, and the shock on his face was unconcealed: "Your arm..."

Hearing his voice, Nigol slowly opened his mouth and said weakly, "Hurry... open the door..."

They didn't dare to neglect them either. When they saw that he could still speak, they immediately opened the door and let him enter the city.

Otherwise, to put it bluntly, if he dies at the gate of the city, he will definitely be blamed!

When the city gate opened, Nigor used all his strength to grab the reins with his left hand, and quickly rushed into the city by horse, running wildly towards the church.

...

After all, Jinlong City is the capital, and it is much more prosperous than other cities.

It was half afternoon, and the people came out to buy what they needed to cook for the evening.

Suddenly, I heard the rhythmic sound of horse hooves and subconsciously turned my head to look.

I saw a group of dark brown war horses running wildly on the street. The sound of horse hooves colliding with stone slabs sounded a series of unstoppable rhythms, and quickly ran towards this side.

The people on the horse's back had no extra strength to shout for them to leave, but just rushing forward with their heads on their horses.

Now Nigol only has one belief in his heart, that is, to ask his master to use holy water to heal his injuries, and then help him avenge him.

Capture the demon clan and kill him with your own hands!

“Gaddagadagada…”

The people heard the sound of horse hooves from far to near, turned their heads and saw Nigor rushing towards him, and subconsciously exclaimed and dodged to the side.

But a little girl who looked only four or five years old and in coarse cloth clothes seemed to have not realized the danger of approaching, and just stood there and looked at the tall horse running towards her.

"not good!"

The middle-aged man selling vegetables exclaimed, and the people next to him also saw the little girl still standing in the middle of the street.

"No! My daughter!"

A woman with a fruit stall next to her shouted and was about to jump out from behind the stall, but it was obvious that it was too late.

At this time, the orc slave beside her rushed out from behind the stall and headed straight for the little girl in the middle.

Nigol looked at the little girl in front of him and pulled the reins suddenly. The war horse under his crotch stood up high, but the two retreated and still rushed forward subconsciously.

This is not to say that he cares about the little girl's life, it is a completely subconscious reaction.

The shadow of the war horse standing up enveloped the little girl. It was not until this time that she might have truly discovered her danger, and a hint of panic appeared in her clear eyes.

However, before he could scream, the next moment, a tall figure suddenly rushed out from beside him and hugged her in his arms, blocking her between her and the war horse.

While the neighing sound of the war horses sounded, their front legs also kicked hard on the back of the orc who was holding the little girl.

After two muffled sounds, the front legs of the war horse fell to the ground, and the orc with huge horns on both sides of the head also spat out a mouthful of blood, subconsciously let go of the little girl and fell to the ground.

After all, orcs are also humans. Orcs who do not enter the rank may be much better than humans in physical fitness, but their muscles are still difficult to withstand the weight of the whereabouts of war horses.

After landing, Nigol glanced at the orc lying on the ground, said nothing, pulled the reins and asked the horse to turn the direction a little, quickly left from the side, and continued to run towards the church.

The little girl's mother rushed over at this time, hugged her in her arms, and looked worried about whether she was hurt.

"How is it? Did you hurt any of it?" the woman asked anxiously.

But the little girl stretched out her hand to the orc lying on the ground and shouted in a crying voice: "Mayer, Mayer..."

The woman looked down and hurriedly ran over and squatted beside him, looking worried: "Myer, how are you?"

"Master, I...is okay..."

While speaking, Miel couldn't stop bleeding from his mouth, but he still smiled, wanting to reassure his master.

"Myer, don't..." the woman reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder, "You saved Martha, you will be fine."

At this time, the people around them also surrounded them, looking at the orcs on the ground, and talking.

"Is that brave just now? Could it be that I misread?"

"I look like that, but it seems like an arm is missing."

"Who are you dealing with? He can actually suffer such serious injuries..."

...

Most of the people were discussing what had just happened while watching, while the woman in the middle comforted her slave anxiously: "Myer, don't worry, I'll go to see a doctor now..."

"Master, don't...get it hard, I... are just a slave..."

Miel smiled while vomiting blood.

"Mer, Mer..."

Martha cried and shook his body, "Stand up! Stand up..."

"Little master, please pay attention to safety in the future..."

"Myer, stand up! Stand up..."

Mail closed his eyes amid Martha's crying, and the woman couldn't help but shed tears: "I'm sorry..."

...

This scene happened on the street and was seen by Gulina, who was on the top floor of the church, looking out the window.

Looking at Nigol who was riding to the church, she sighed and said to herself: "Sure enough, nothing except her appearance..."

After shaking his head, he sat on the sofa, took a pot of tea and drank it by himself.

Not long after, I heard the rushing footsteps sounded from outside the door, followed by Nigol's weak and anxious voice: "Master, can I come in?"

"Come in."

Hearing her voice, Nigol pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as he came in, he fell to the ground: "Master, the other party is much better than me. I hope you can take action in person and avenge me!"

"What do you want?" Gulina asked, tasting the tea.

"I want..." Nigol's expression became extremely fierce, "I want my master to catch him and let me kill him in person!"

"Tell me what happened?" Gulina asked.

Nigol thought for a while: "I went over and revealed my identity. Deidala took action without saying a word. I put an arm in order to come back alive, otherwise I would..."

Gulina took a sip of tea: "You..."

Although I only said two words, the helplessness was not concealed at all.

Nigol felt relieved. Although the master spoke helplessly, it was like the elders’ attitude towards the younger generations often. Although he was helpless, he still met their needs.

"You have been extremely clumsy since you were a child!" Gulina continued, "It seems that you should not be stupid now, but stupid!"

Hearing Gulina's words, Nigol was a little stupid and raised his head incredibly: "Master, you..."

"Do you think I'm as stupid as you?" Gulina asked back, "I raised you. Do you think I can't hear the truth?"

“Master, I…”

"Do you think I'm as stupid as you?" Gulina looked regretful, "It seems that she has been a pet for too long, and she has thrown away your most basic brain."

"No, master!" Nigol quickly shook his head and denied, "I didn't lie to you..."

"Forget it, I've had enough fun anyway." Gulina shook her head and stood up, and walked to Nigol.

Looking at her eyes, Nigol instinctively felt a little scared, shook his head and said, "No, Master..."

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Gulina had already raised her legs and stepped on his head and smashed it directly on the ground.

"You, there are no other advantages except being good-looking." Gulina looked down at the back of his head and said, "I'm tired of it now. I hope that Deidala can be more beautiful than you."

"No! No, master, don't kill me..."

Nigol couldn't lift his head, so he could only struggle on the ground.

Gulina opened her arms, and a blue magic circle appeared, and an ice cone suddenly appeared in her hand, just like it grew from the palm of her hand.
To be continued...