Sugimori hurriedly drew his sword.

"It's true according to the lyrics of you guys, we're in a tragedy."

The soldiers all pulled out their long swords. I was so scared that my face turned blue. I quickly observed the surroundings and saw how I could escape. I saw the appearance of the Phoenix Soul. The child was also curled up, looking very scared. Sugimori hurriedly gave instructions.

"Everyone surrounded Lord Hashuthel, Clara Jaren, Haley...whose sword has been plated?"

"I!"

Turner, the eldest son of the brewery, stood up. Sugimori nodded. Sugimori and the three soldiers immediately stood in front, and the other soldiers surrounded me and the Fenghun Envoy. I was so scared that I didn't know what to do. There were not many footsteps, I was afraid that there was only one person coming. But the footsteps were very loud.

"Then, there!"

A huge shadow appeared on the top of the hill about seventy cubits ahead of us. Judging from the black shadow shining behind the moonlight, it seemed to be five cubits high. It was not a wolf. It stood with its feet, with a slightly bent waisted shoulder that was so wide that it could actually hold three or four heads. I saw the arms stretched from both sides of the shoulders, which reflected the moonlight and flashed like a dagger.

"It's a werewolf!"

Sugimori extended his sword forward as much as possible. Under the moonlight, the reverse light of the sword was very bright. The jingbao of "If you come here, I will kill you" seemed to follow the sword's edge and towards the werewolf on the hill. The werewolf did not move at all, looking down at us.

Although Shan Sen is kind and innocent, as the captain of the city's Jingchang team, he will not show any concession when playing snowball fights. However, what would happen if it weren't for snowball fights, but real hand-to-hand combat? The werewolf waved his hand and could knock out a yellow cow's head. One summer night four years ago, when the werewolf ran to the village to make trouble, I could see clearly.

I looked at the werewolf and my teeth were trembling with fickleness.

Damn it. No one in our mint collection team brought a bow and arrow. When the other party stood like a fool like this, he should just take a few arrows. No, no. Will the werewolf die when he was shot? If he continued to run away with a phoenix and zodiac, it would probably only make everyone more uneasy.

Sugimori whispered underground instructions.

"Jalen, you go to the left. Turner, you go to the right. Haley goes behind me. If it moves, Jaren and Turner will cut it from both sides. Haley will stab its head."

After giving the order, Sugimori maintained the formation of T-shaped characters and moved forward slowly. Because Sugimori was so bold, the other three seemed to forget to be afraid. Perhaps Sugimori wanted to use himself as a shield so that Haili behind could wait for an opportunity to attack safely. Haili was tall and had strong arm strength, so she should be able to wait for an opportunity to stab the werewolf's head behind Sugimori. If she was avoided, Jaren and Turner attacked from both sides.

I don’t know whether the werewolf knew Sugimori’s tactics, but it was standing there anyway. Maybe it also heard the singing and ran over, but saw so many soldiers, and it was panicked. If the werewolf learned that so many soldiers came here, they were all trying to help a phoenix dig out the mint used for meals, what would it react?

The werewolf jumped up.

"Gaaaaa!"

The werewolf rushed straight towards Sugimori. Although the opponent's five-cubit high body rushed in with a strong attack power, Sugimori seemed to find that the opponent entered the trap he had set and laughed, waiting there. Can he laugh?

When the werewolf ran to his eyes and waved his arms, Sugimori quickly bent down and waved his sword to cut its legs. Haili behind him also took the sword and stabbed forward from above Sugimori's back. The two of them grabbed it just right at the right time. The werewolf found that Sugimori was about to cut its legs, and his body shrank and looked down, so he didn't see Haili's long sword suddenly penetrated from behind Sugimori.

The long sword correctly stabbed the werewolf in the neck.

"Hmm!"

"Diet!"

At the same time, three swords flashed under the bright moon shining, and the sword light flashed on both sides of the werewolf and the legs. Shan Sen made a big horizontal slash, and then rolled forward. The werewolf's neck was pierced with a hole and his legs were also hit by the sword, so he knelt down, but he still grabbed Jaren and Turner's sword with both hands. Bo! The terrible sound of the sword knife slashing on the flesh and the sound of bones hitting the metal. However, because the werewolf had a sword in his neck, he grabbed the sword with both hands, and his legs were kneeling, his actions were blocked. Therefore, when Shan Sen, who was rolling to its feet, stood up and stabbed it behind it, it could not stop it.

puff!

Sugimori's long sword pierced through the werewolf's body, and blood spurted out from the belly. Haili, who was standing in front of it, was sprayed with blood all over his body, but he did not retreat, but just rotated the sword inserted on the werewolf's neck and pulled it out obliquely. The werewolf's neck immediately fell. After a while, the werewolf finally fell down. Four long swords were inserted into its back again.

The werewolf was dead. So even if the sword was inserted behind his back, he still didn't move. Sugimori pulled up the sword and breathed a sigh of relief. The rest of the people also drew up the sword, took out the handkerchief in their arms and started to wipe blood. Haili, who was sprayed with blood, looked so good.

After a while, Sugimori turned his eyes to me. His eyes were sharp, which made me feel uneasy.

"You guy! Have you ever heard of "a word that comes true"..."

"Wow!"

Although I wanted to run, the soldiers around me smiled and grabbed my shoulders. Then Sugimori easily beat my head for a while.

My neck was strangled by Shan Sen, and I shouted desperately:

"Cough..., no, I've won... Isn't that okay?...Ahem!"

Shan Sen laughed and let me go. I touched my neck and coughed for a long time. At that time, I saw the face of Fenghunzeng who was scared to death. Shan Sen seemed to have seen it too, so he said to him:

"It's okay, Lord Hashutel. Please rest assured."

Lord Hashutel stammered:

"Uncle, uncle, you are really amazing!"

Fenghun Shin was frightened and used the term "civilians". He should have been a civilian. When Sugimori heard this, he seemed surprised. After a long time, he finally answered:

"No, you've over-rewarded."

The Phoenix Soul Envoy seemed to have suddenly started to attack Jing Shen.

"But...how can you kill werewolf with an ordinary long sword?"

Sugimori raised his sword and showed it to him.

"My sword and the other three are silver-plated. Its light is beautiful?"

The Phoenix Soul Envoy seemed to have understood it and nodded. This is also one of the reasons why our lords are so poor. Who elsewhere in Baisus plated silver on soldiers' swords? But this is not for beauty. It is done for practical purposes. Of course, generally speaking, the method of making special weapons against beast-like people is to make the whole handful of blessing sterile silver, but with the financial resources of our lord, even one hand cannot be done. Therefore, we had to adopt the stopgap silver. However, our jing army is very powerful, and we can show our skills in battle with this bad weapon. The reason is...

"Everyone is just a small soldier... but it seems that when fighting a war, it is more brave than the knights in the capital."

"Well. We soldiers are all selected by sieve called Rez."

"Huh?"

Sugimori smiled and started to insert the sword back into the scabbard with a very handsome move.

"Because of Rez, there are countless monsters nearby. Many soldiers died in the process of fighting against the monsters. So those who survived were all highly trained warriors. But any of us may die in the next battle. Therefore, we can fight without fear."

A moment before the long sword disappeared into the scabbard, the sword light reflected by the moonlight made me feel very dazzling. In my eyes, the son of the blacksmith, who was angry with the song I sang every time, became a hero greater than King Lutanio. Is this because of the magic of the full moon? Or is Sugimori really a hero who is no less than King Lutanio?

Sugimori could not know the question in my heart. He turned his head and looked at Turner, who was checking the werewolf corpse. Turner shook his head and said with a painful expression:

"I know this person."

"Yeah?"

"He is Kaledo, who disappeared during the werewolf invasion four years ago. He used to live on the other side of the river."

The surroundings became quiet for a moment. Sugimori nodded heavily and immediately said:

"Come on, let's start to act quickly. Clean up the body and I'll write the report tomorrow. It's already very late. After going down, I'll invite you a drink, so you can work harder."

"Wow, long live Captain Sugimori!"

"Only when this is the case, will you say long live to me?"

The soldiers' melancholy mood seemed to be wiped out, and everyone started to joke again while trying to put the mint into the bag. Sugimori picked up his bag and giggled at me.

"Hey, Clara? You're going to pay for the song you sing!"

"Huh?"

Sugimori smiled and put the bag on my shoulders. I deliberately pretended to be unable to walk, and everyone burst into laughter. In fact, a bag of mint is not much heavy. But I still turned around with a mutter. I murmured to myself in a low voice, and Sugimori said:

"Hey! Just say it out loud to me. What are you muttering to yourself over there?"

"…!Is it the dishes in the kitchen? Is it the soap smell in the laundry? Or the wine smell in the storage warehouse?"

Sugimori shouted excitedly:

"Damn it, you, you...you guy!"

I changed my mind. Sugimori is definitely not a hero like King Tanio. But if I want to choose one of them as a friend, I will still choose Sugimori. Because it seems that I can't tease King Tanio like this.

I had nightmares because of the hangover, fatigue and excitement.

I sat up from the floor and looked blankly at the sunshine coming in through the window. The dream was terrible, but because it was too terrible, I couldn't remember anything. It was just because it seemed that somewhere in my mind was suppressed, so I couldn't even meet the focal length of my eyes, just sat there.

"If you've gotten up, just clean up and wash your face."

Although my father's words had already reached my ears, it took a long time to wait until I understood the meaning of the sentence. As a result, my father kicked me in the back and finally stood up, and then slid and fell down.

"Ah, Dad. I have all my legs!"

"You have the nerve to say. Why don't you get up quickly?"

"Didn't you tell you that my legs are weak?"

"It will be better and better after getting up and walking. I didn't tell you that your grandfather started to lose his legs a year before his death."

My father said something like a paralyzed patient. I murmured and got up, threw away the blanket that was originally wrapped around me, and threw it onto the bed. The bed belongs to my father, and I usually sleep on the floor wrapped around my blanket.

"I'll make a bed for me too. I'm sore in my bones when I sleep on the floor."

"Is that true? You had this symptoms three years before your grandfather passed away."

This time I was called a neuralgia patient. I had to give up and go outside.

Next to the hut where my father and I live is my father's workshop. Although it is called a workshop, it just extends the roof of the hut and adds a few pillars. I stuffed my head into the bucket of the workshop. Because I took off my shirt and slept, I just need to put my head in the bucket in the morning and start washing my face.

"puff!"

Once I soaked in cold water, it was probably because of the wine that could not be consolidated in my head, and I felt like I was hit hard. I took a few steps around and finally grabbed the center of gravity before I could wash my chest and arms. My father looked at me and said kindly to me with a pity expression:

"Well done, boy. It's so cool to dare to drink. I didn't expect you to walk."

"We have already made the candles ordered by others, right? So there is no work to do today?"

"How come there isn't it? You guy! You have to collect honeycombs today and you have to collect fat!"

"Huh? Do you still need to continue doing it?"

"An urgent order came to the city. That was the candle that Ryze's conquest army wanted."
To be continued...