Chapter 759 The Brave and the Slave Trader

"Mom, I'm afraid!"

In the small cabin with air leaks, the little boy hugged his mother with fear on his face, his body was trembling, he could hear the screams of killing outside, and he knew that those damn orcs were attacking their village again.

Winter is coming. In order to save food for winter, those greedy, ugly and savage orcs are like locusts sweeping the borders of mankind, bypassing those fortresses, and then attacking the villages scattered around the human cities. Become one of the targets of these orcs looting.

But fortunately, because the war between humans and orcs has gone through countless springs and autumns, humans have accumulated rich experience in dealing with orcs, so even small villages have villages four or five meters high.

"An, don't be afraid, my father will protect us, don't worry! My father is the best hunter in the village, and even an orc will be afraid of his arrows."

The young woman hugged her child and comforted her softly. Even though her heart was full of fear at the moment, she must remain calm in front of her child, and she must not pass on her fear to her child.

"God, please save us! Please lower your anger and punish these despicable orcs!"

The young woman prayed silently to the god of war sacrificed in the village in her heart. Although her reason told her that this kind of prayer had almost no effect, how could the almighty god respond to the prayer of a humble ant?

The fact was just as she expected, no matter how she prayed, no miracle appeared. The voice that once echoed in her childhood nightmare rang in her ears again. It was the sound of heavy objects falling down-their village was breached. , did not block the onslaught of those hungry orcs, and with the sound of the wooden village collapsing, the roar that the young woman had feared for a long time echoed in her ears again.

Hearing these voices, the young woman trembled for a while, and the village was breached, so what happened to the hunters and young people who guarded the existence? Nature is self-evident.

Thinking of this, endless grief filled the woman's mind, but she didn't have much time to grieve, because the orcs were already approaching, and her child had not yet been hidden.

"An, don't make any noise, hide in." The young woman clenched the hunting knife in her hand, picked up her young child, walked to the corner of the house, and opened the very secret entrance to the basement door panel, and then tucked it in.

"Mom, hide with me." The seven-year-old boy heard the roar of the orcs and the cries of the villagers, and there was a very obvious fear in his eyes. However, he had just been stuffed into the basement by his mother, so he tightly dragged his mother's robe, wanting her to go in with him.

"install,

It's enough to hide alone in this place, and my mother hides in other places. "

"Don't lie to me." Ann's voice burst into tears, he knew what his mother wanted to do.

Orcs who have become enemies of life and death with humans, they are intelligent races, not ignorant and stupid beasts, they know how to search for prey, an empty house without anyone exists, obviously will arouse the vigilance and attention of those orcs.

They will use their sense of smell and wisdom to find humans. If they simply hide, it will not do much. Every year, there are not a few humans who fail to be caught and eaten as food because of playing hide-and-seek with orcs.

So if Ann and his mother simply hide in the cellar, the probability of them being found and caught by the orcs is as high as 90%, but if one of them runs out to attract the attention of the orcs, then the other hides and lives. The chances of going down will be as high as more than half.

"Be obedient and hide," the young woman glanced at her child, then shoved the sharp hunting knife into his hand, "Take this knife, remember, it was given to me by my father, if I die Now, live well, and use this knife to avenge us."

After finishing speaking, the girl pushed him directly into the basement with a force that a child could not resist, and then sealed the wooden board fiercely. In this cruel world, even a seemingly weak woman can Can pick up a hatchet and a wooden spear to hunt wild beasts.

After hiding her child, the young woman picked up the farm tools used for hoeing, and then fully displayed the fear in her heart on her face. Her child had already been hidden, and she no longer had to pretend to be strong.

Looking around the room, the young woman hurriedly put away all the clothes of some children in the room. Just when the young woman had just arranged everything,

boom! The sound of the plank shattering sounded, and the door of the cabin was kicked open. Then, under the young woman's gaze, a burly orc who appeared blue-black under the firelight appeared in her eyes.

With the appearance of this orc, an unpleasant stench of sweat poured in, making the young woman nauseous, but the young woman didn't do anything extra, she just held the farm tool for weeding in her hand, and rushed up. , the hatred in his eyes was not concealed in the slightest.

"Human, female. Hehe!" Seeing this young human woman attacking him, the stinking orc laughed hey hey after not knowing how many days he hadn't bathed.

She slapped the weapon in the young woman's hand with a slap, then grabbed the young woman like a chicken, and walked into the room...

As the two gradually approached the room, the woman's originally white complexion gradually turned blue and purple. Even so, she was struggling frantically, because the way the orc looked at her became very terrifying. Tear! The sound of fabric tearing sounded.

"Dirty orcs, don't touch me." The woman screamed and angered.

"For the weak and powerless struggle, just lay down for me obediently." The orc's rough voice sounded.

The sound of the cloth being torn one after another deeply stimulated a certain little boy hiding in the cellar.

"Bang!" The plank was shaken, and an angry voice sounded, "Don't touch my mother."

"Haha, it turns out that there is a small one hidden here." The orc who was ready to vent his long-saved desires stopped what he was doing and looked towards the corner of the room, where the wooden board kept beating because of the impact.

"Ann, what a stupid child." Seeing that she was roaring and trying to rush out to save her child, tears of despair fell from the corner of the young woman's eyes.

"Let me see what kind of little guy he is." Glancing at the tearful young woman, the orc walked to the entrance of the cellar, then opened it, and suddenly he saw a brown man waving a hunting knife at him. Hair little boy.

"Courage is commendable, but I don't know how to live or die." The orc twisted the little boy's palm, threw off his hunting knife, and lifted him up, looking at the white and tender little boy, the corners of the orc's mouth There was actually saliva left in the middle, "How does the taste that I don't know taste?"

"Let go of my child." A sickle slashed into the orc's shoulder. The young woman in ragged clothes was inspired to protect the calf, but was caught by the strong muscles of the orc, and the cut was shallow. only a few drops of blood were left behind.

"Poor human, don't worry, it's your turn soon." The orc drew his scythe, threw it aside, and then looked at Young Ann, who was hungry now and ready to eat.

call out!

But just when he opened his mouth to bite the young man, a three-meter-long lance suddenly shot from outside the door, and instantly penetrated the chest of this dirty orc. The cabin collapsed on one side.

The boy with the broken arm fell to the ground and stared blankly at everything outside. He saw a group of knights riding warhorses frantically slaughtering orcs who were burning, killing and looting in their villages. Under the killing of these powerful knights , these orcs are like the hares he once killed.

At this moment, the young Ann found that a knight without a weapon in his hand, just carrying a big sword, came to him, and he did not have a lance like other knights in his hand.

"That's right, kid." The Bronze Knight walked in and saw the boy sitting on the ground, not crying or making trouble, just looking at himself, and he couldn't help but praised, not just any kid can stop crying even if his arm is broken. No trouble.

"Is it a brave man?" Looking at the knight riding a tall horse and wearing heavy bronze armor, the young man asked dumbly.

"Brave?" Hearing the boy's question, the knight couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his visor, then laughed, "I'm not the hero in the legends I heard, I'm just chasing interests, full of Just a nameless knight with a stinky body."

"But……"

"Boy, I'm not afraid to tell us our identities. We are just a slave-hunting group, and my mother has become my slave now. Be good and be honest with me."

The knight interrupted the boy with a sneer, and when he turned to leave, he saw the boy's bloody arm, and threw out a bottle of medicine.

"Drink it, this can heal the wound."

Looking at the boy's increasingly adoring eyes, the Bronze Knight added, "Boy, don't do it because I'm helping, I'm just doing it for my own benefit, and only able-bodied slaves can sell for a good price."

"What kind of slave trader, he's obviously the same as the hero in the story." The young man muttered, only the stupid knight in the legend would throw his main weapon to save people during the battle.

"This is obviously a primary life potion. Thirty gold coins can buy more than a hundred children like me. Do you think I'm a little kid who doesn't know anything?"