Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong-Chapter 703 - 475: Proverbs and the Princess_1
Chapter 703: Chapter 475: Proverbs and the Princess_1
In the middle of the dense forest halfway up the mountain, at the end of a not-so-rough but little-known beast path, there is a cave hidden under a huge rock.
The cave is narrow at the entrance and wider inside, with a unique space, making it an excellent hiding place.
At the moment, the villagers mentioned by the young and frail boy are all hiding here.
In the dark and damp cave, only some fragments of Light Crystal Stone are emitting a faint glow.
The dim golden light reflects the wax-yellow faces that have experienced hardships and the sunken, tired, and terrified eyes.
All the people here are well aware.
Years ago, if it were not for the Hunter in the town who accidentally discovered this abandoned beast den as a temporary refuge, they would have been long dead by now.
At this moment, thinking of that cruel night intertwined with darkness and flames and the ferocious faces of the Blue Pattern Armor Soldiers wielding their blades, some people couldn’t help but shudder, looking terrified and fearful.
Just then, a rustling sound of footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the cave.
Hearing this unusual sound, a white-haired elder and a middle-aged woman at the entrance immediately perked up their ears.
Seeing the middle-aged woman in a worn floral dress looking delighted, she blurted out, “It’s Jerry and Lily, those two young calves who’ve come back!”
An hour ago, this young brother and sister, seeing that the cave was running out of supplies, sneaked out while the adults were not paying attention, shouting that they would find food and water for everyone.
Their departure indeed made their already heartbroken mother worry.
Now, hearing the sudden sound of footsteps, it naturally made their mothers ecstatic.
“Wait, something’s off!”
On the other side, the white-haired elder’s face changed, as he said with a hint of horror, “The footsteps are chaotic; there’s more than two people!”
“What?!”
This faint sound, like a deafening thunderbolt, made the faces of the people around them tense up.
For a moment, an uncontrollable panic appeared on everyone’s face in the cave, trying to move further into the cave unconsciously.
But apart from the rough stone walls, there was obviously no place for them to hide.
“Don’t panic!”
The still strong white-haired elder grabbed a wooden fork next to him and nodded at a dozen other elderly and women nearby who had strong bodies and vigorous strength.
On the other side, they raised their hoes or sickles one after another, trembling as they stepped forward, lining up at the entrance with the elder.
At this moment, although they were holding farming tools that could barely be considered weapons in their hands, their frightened eyes were already filled with despair.
Meanwhile, the rustling sound was still approaching, and it was becoming clearer and clearer.
At this moment, the disorderly footsteps made everyone’s fear in the cave deepen with every step.
This unknown sound, like the death knell ringing in the temple, was constantly attacking everyone’s already haggard heartstrings.
Finally, when the footsteps’ owners appeared at the end of the passage, carrying the light of the torches.
The people present couldn’t help but shudder.
What appeared before them were a group of fully armed Saint Night Soldiers wielding their weapons!
“We have a harvest after all.”
Seeing the trembling villagers, the leading soldier captain sneered, shaking the wide-blade sword in his hand and said coldly, “Put down your ridiculous toys, maybe you’ll live a little longer.”
“Don’t even think about it! We won’t compromise with you demons!”
Taking a deep breath, the elder firmly held the wooden fork in his hand and said firmly, “Victory will eventually belong to Coldflame!”
“Oh, so we got a tough one.”
Looking at the trembling people, the soldier captain sneered mockingly, “Your fighting men are already defeated at our feet, what can you old folks and strays do?”
“You bastard, don’t talk nonsense!”
Beside the elder, another middle-aged short woman with a sickle retorted, “If it weren’t for your superior numbers, how could Coldflame retreat to the fortress?”
She snorted and continued, “Have you forgotten the defeats you suffered in the plains back then? That was when you were the real strays!”
“Don’t say anymore, don’t provoke them further!”
Hearing this, the elder quickly stopped them, but it was too late.
“Kill them!”
A murderous intent filled the dark face of the Sacred Night Soldier Captain.
Seeing his patience has worn thin, he didn’t say anything more, raised his wide-blade sword, and charged at the civilians holding farming tools.
The other Sacred Night Soldiers, with ferocious faces full of evil spirits, similarly waved their weapons and charged together.
Undoubtedly, facing a group of strong and well-equipped soldiers, these exhausted elderly, women, and children had no chance of survival.
