I don’t know when there were many simple traps on the way out of the village of Abeta’s troops. Especially the trap of the second hit priest was the most annoying.

It was a nest bow with two triggers set. The first person who stepped on it would not trigger it, and the target was the second person who stepped on it. It let go of the Avant-garde Knight and fucked the priest who went to rescue it.

Abeta's team scattered out of the battle queue, looking at the knights and priests in front of him in a daze. There was no enemy at the scene, only traps that were placed where they were placed.

The priest was hit on the thigh and fell to the ground and screamed. He quickly used 'treatment of minor injuries' on himself, but shouted for help: "Help me quickly, I only prepared a 'neutral toxin' today."

The caster has limited spell positions every day, so he can only choose to prepare.

The injured priest level is not high, and the second-level "neutralizing toxin" was used by him on the knight who was opening the way forward. Now the knight has been severely injured and is waiting to die. He himself is threatened by the toxin, and needs someone else to help.

There were several priests in the team, but when they saw the tragic situation of their companions, they did not dare to move forward, and they all hurried behind and asked Abeta to send troops to explore the way. Make sure there were no other threats on the way.

He was furious to the point of being beaten but was beaten. He waved his horse whip and ordered a team of infantry to catch wooden shields to escort the priest to save the person.

After ten minutes of tossing around, the unlucky priest was rescued. But the knight who was leading the way in front was too severely injured and was too deeply poisoned and died.

Without any passionate process, the noble died under a nest bow used to beat a rabbit, which no nobleman could accept. It was like a man accidentally walked at night and drowned in a stinky ditch.

There is no shame to say anything.

Too cowardly and too disgraceful.

To resurrect the dead, a high-level priest must pray to the gods specifically.

There were only a few low-level military priests in Abeta's team. They could only do some simple work when treating minor injuries, neutralizing toxins, and purifying food and water.

The real threat is helpless.

"Master, we are just afraid we have to find some thieves to find traps." The attendant whispered.

Abeta raised his hand and whipped again, "Where am I looking for thieves now? Besides, God knows how many traps have been placed on the way? When will we find it?"

With a crisp sound, the attendant was thrusting into the corner of his mouth, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only retreat slowly. When the others saw the Lord getting angry, they were frightened and did not dare to make a sound.

Abeta's breath is hard to calm, but the road still has to be walked. Otherwise, hundreds of people would be trapped in an unknown village and would not last for a few days without eating or drinking.

"Arranging a group of swords, shields and hands to the front, and let the soldiers use their spears to test whether there are any traps on the ground and the surrounding woods and grasses." The Lord still needs to find a way to solve the problem.

So more than one hundred soldiers were tremblingly arranged to the front, holding shields and catching spears to explore the way. Because everyone was afraid, they only took three or four hundred meters in half an hour to find five or six roughly arranged traps.

These traps are costly and there is no difficulty in setting them up for ordinary poor people. As long as there are some simple tools, a person can set up dozens of them every day.

But with these traps, the team was too slow and they might not be able to reach the next village before dark. Abeta asked the team to disperse a little later and move forward through the woods on both sides of the road.

But the environment in the woods was even more complicated. Within five minutes of moving forward, someone was hit and stepped on a trap.

It was really just a simple hole, which was the size of a sole of a foot. A slender crossbow arrow buried at the bottom of the hole, which was specially used to pierce the soles of soldiers' feet.

Only officers have hard-soled cowhide boots, while soldiers only have straw sandals. Slim crossbow arrows are really convenient for everything, and they pierced the soles of their feet. They also applied poison.

The soldier who was calling for help was carried out of the woods and his face was pale. He was not seriously injured, but he urgently needed "neutralizing toxins", but the priests of the army stood by and watched.

The magic technique is obtained through the power of faith, and it is too wasteful to use it on a soldier. Usually, the soldier is injured by himself.

Abeta had no intention of ordering the priest. He only shouted in disgust: "This waste is useless, throw him aside."

The poisoned soldier was thrown to the side of the road and died of poisoning due to heart paralysis. Before he died, he knew his ending, and his companions all looked sad, but they could do nothing.

Abeta once again forced the soldiers to continue moving forward, but the team moved more slowly. In order to save their lives, the soldiers were very careful when they took every step.

In order to speed up, Abeta went to the village that had been harmed before to catch a group of poor people and forced him to open the way forward. This accelerated the soldiers' marching speed.

But there were traps on the road, and there were no traps, completely irregular. Most of the poor people caught died and the whole day passed. Abeta's team arrived at the next village before dark.

The fear of the whole day was exhausted by the noble officers and civilian soldiers. They rushed directly into the village and tried to kill a group of people to vent their anger.

But when the soldiers pushed down the thin walls of the village in a daze, they found that there was no villager in this lonely small village.

All the people in the village fled, the food was moved away, the wells were filled with soil, and even the intact houses were not left.

The soldiers thought they could rest, but they were so excited to enter the village that several people immediately fell into the trap.

Someone was hit by a nail when he pushed the door, and somebody rummaged through the cabinet and touched the "free crossbow" mechanism. Someone finally found a sip of water, but after drinking it, they became poisoned.

There seemed to be danger everywhere in the village, which made people confused and worried. Even the knight master with stronger force must be careful not to get caught.

Not many people died in the village, less than double digits. However, the morale of the soldiers was too severe. They used to wipe out villages and towns and were at most stubbornly resisted. As long as the leader was killed, the rest of the poor would naturally obey.

But now no one can see anyone, so they can only wait for the arranged traps.

It was dark, but the villages in the wilderness didn't even lit a few bonfires. Abeta, who had hundreds of people, stayed blankly outside the village, hungry and dry mouth. They were even in danger of collecting wood fuel.

"Where are the untouchables in this village?" Abeta stood at the entrance of the village, staring at the darkness with wide eyes.

But in the darkness, there is nothing but the cold wind blowing.

Normally, soldiers can kill a group of people from the village and force the remaining people to serve themselves exhaustedly. They eat, drink, defecate, urinate, and sleep, and all the matters are done.

But now there is nothing.

Especially the well in the village was filled, and hundreds of people didn't even have to drink water. The priest had the "water creation technique", but he couldn't even satisfy the nobles in the team.

If you want to drink water, you have to lay a well. This is not only a technical job, but also a time. Neither the master nor the soldier can afford to wait.

"When did the untouchables become so cunning? Where can they go?" Abeta was puzzled.

The current situation is completely beyond the past experience of the nobles. They only vaguely know that this is not something that a single villager can do, and there must be someone behind it teaching and organizing it. Otherwise, it would be not easy to relocate the population of a village.

"Contact Hort and Kane and ask how they are?" Abeta ordered.

With the army wizard, he released his flying magic pet and went to find two other teams that should have followed near Abeta.

Abeta chose a house to settle in first. As for his knights and soldiers, he had to find a way out. Whether to sleep in the open or repair a house or a nest depends entirely on their own abilities. The Lord no longer cared about it.

The food can only be eaten with the dry food you carry with you, and you will be swallowed without water. The morale of the soldiers has been minimising, and they keep complaining with Abeta on their backs.

As the commander, Abeta occupied a room but couldn't rest. He felt like he was trapped in the enemy's plan and was in a tightening net.

Hundreds of people have strong strength, but they cannot find opponents but are constantly consuming them.

By midnight, the flying magic pet could not find any other Banshee Fort troops two or three kilometers away. This shows that Hot and Kane did not follow.

Abeta was furious and scolded his colleagues for being incompetent and shameless, and abandoned himself and ignored him.

The slow fuse buried in the village just ignited more than a dozen preset "fire glue" pots.

The fire was raging at night!
Chapter completed!