Chapter 23 Horn yelled and threw himself at the monk
“Priest? Where did the priest come from?”
Horn sneezed and interrupted the fisherman’s incoherent narration. A confused arc appeared between his eyebrows.
His mind was running extremely slowly today.
But before he could sort out what the fisherman said, he heard a loud shout coming from close by.
"Do it!"
Before Horn could react, a thick palm suddenly stretched out from the face of the still chattering fisherman and slapped the fisherman's face hard.
Horn could even see the ripples of flesh on the fisherman’s cheeks.
The fisherman was slapped so hard that blood spurted out from his ears and nose. He spun to one side and fell to the ground upside down.
With a crunch, the white bones of the spine were pierced through the skin.
Horn opened his mouth wide and wanted to scream, but then he saw a huge fist filling his field of vision in an instant.
My vision went dark.
When he woke up from his dizziness, all he could see was the dark gray sky.
Two men in black with hooked spears on their backs twisted his hands. Horn was dragged, and his heels drew a V-shaped mud wave on the grass.
“I’m here to inspect, what do you want to do?”
Horn tried to use the breathing method, but couldn't get into the state.
He struggled desperately and kicked his feet on the ground, kicking the mud everywhere, but he still couldn't break free from the shackles of the night guard.
The two night watch guards often deal with robbers and mobs. Naturally, they have extraordinary skills and suppressing Horn will not be a problem.
While his body was struggling, Horne did not forget to think about the situation.
Who are these people?
Judging from the people visible in front of him, there were two night guards, one tall and one short, holding his arm, and an armored sergeant was guarding him.
Barnett’s story exposed?
That shouldn’t be the case. I chopped his face into pieces and threw him into the flood. Judging by the time, he should be somewhere at the bottom of the Emerald Sea.
Could it be that someone fished it out?
It’s not that unlucky. Even if it is picked up, with the structure of the Messiah Church, from the transmission of the news to the decision to dispatch to the formal dispatch of personnel to arriving at the incident site, it should be all It's a month later.
Judging from the church's efficiency, arriving a month later would be considered a lightning-fast arrival.
Things aside, how did they know that they were the leader and carry out a textbook-level surgical precision attack.
Is there anything like a lamp or prophecy in the church?
The magical world is so annoying!
Just when Horn was desperate, a long arrow pierced the sky amidst the sound of the bowstring breaking through the air.
The long arrow was like a black thread, drilling into the arm of the tall night guard and passing through.
“Ah hee hee!”
The night watch guard howled in an unknown dialect, and his whole body curled up in pain.
As light armored/unarmored infantry, night watch guards are most afraid of weapons such as javelins and bows.
Feeling his right arm loosen, Horn quickly pulled out his arm, turned around and kicked another short night guard hard in the crotch.
My toes felt like I had broken plastic bubble wrap when I was a child.
The facial features of the short night guard immediately tightened toward the center, and a line of clear tears slowly slid down the wrinkles.
Seeing Horn trying to escape, the armored sergeant on the side immediately drew his sword and rushed over.
Behind Horn were the night guards, with the flood on one side and the armored sergeants arriving on the other, but the boy army wouldn't be able to get here for a while.
We have no choice but to move forward.
"Old guy, where are you running!"
Horn yelled and rushed towards the monk.
Unfortunately, the short guard who fell to the ground holding his crotch was very determined. At the critical moment, he reached out his hand and grabbed Horn's ankle.
What if this secret party pounces and injures the monk?
Horn was grabbed by his ankle, his foot slipped, and he fell forward.
Just as the armored sergeant swung his sword, several hairs were even cut off from the back of Horn's head.
“Catch them alive!” the frightened Iron-Tooth monk shouted loudly.
The armored sergeant took the opportunity to bend down and locked Horn's neck from behind.
Iron-like muscles stretched across his neck. Horn knelt on the ground, his nose was so strangled that his nose was about to run down.
"I, I can't breathe..."
"No, don't kill him!"
Seeing Horn looking like he was about to be strangled, the Iron-Toothed Monk immediately jumped out and stopped him.
Seeing Horn's ugly look, the armored sergeant relaxed.
This is what Horn was waiting for.
He quickly stretched out his hand, fumbled randomly for the armored sergeant's fingers, picked one off, and pinched it hard toward the nail. "Ah——" Covering his finger that had his fingernails ripped off, the armored sergeant bowed his waist and howled miserably.
Before the miserable howl ended, Jeshka, who had already missed three arrows, finally hit his knee accurately.
The lower edge of the armored sergeant's chainmail only reaches the buttocks.
Having finally gained a chance of survival, Horn gasped for air.
As a small-town problem solver who was often blackmailed by gangsters in middle school, Horn was very good at escaping neck restraints.
Seeing that Horn escaped because of his own words, the iron-toothed monk was so anxious that his gums bleed: "Catch him, catch him quickly!"
Due to lack of oxygen, Horn's consciousness was somewhat blurred. He didn't think much about the cry of the Iron-Toothed Monk. He roared again and rushed towards the Iron-Toothed Monk.
“The dog is born!”
The armored sergeant guarding the monk jumped out and stood in front of Horn.
The two of them were mixed together, Jeshka was sweating profusely, her arrow was trembling, and she didn't dare to shoot out to save the situation.
Gritting his teeth, he called out to the seven or eight villagers who came in a hurry, and ran towards the monk with fishing nets, pitchforks and flails.
The iron-toothed monk was obviously startled by Horn's roar and hid behind Gilo.
As a liar, Gilo has experienced many battles and has seen a lot. No matter what he thinks in his heart, he just looks on with cold eyes.
“Papa!”
From the mountainside, six children burst into everyone’s sight.
It's the Boy Army!
Due to too little strength, they worked in pairs and struggled to carry a long wooden pole.
The front of the pole is inlaid with a long thorn less than half a meter long, shining with a dark red cold light.
With the regular pace of daily training, the long thorn stabbed at the two night watch guards.
The short guard with a ferocious face stood up, took off his hook spear, and swiped the hook towards Horn's calf.
If the hook was hit this time, a large piece of flesh would have to be torn off the calf.
But before he could take action, two sharp thorns were handed to him.
"Kid! Unclean one!" Helplessly, he turned to block, and the short guard cursed angrily, "Those who attack the Holy Father's guards will go to hell!"
He He turned around, picked up the hook spear and swept towards these children.
According to his past experience, with the cowardly character of the Qianhe Valley people, these children should have been frightened into abandoning their weapons and running away immediately.
Even if they are not intimidated, just a few easy moves and threats can make them behave at a loss.
This is the trick the guards used when they helped the manor owners and armed peasants suppress the troublesome peasants and refugees.
How many times, those seemingly tall refugees, Gong Bo Nong, were yelled at casually, and then they squeezed and pushed each other, and even started fighting among themselves.
But to the surprise of the short guard, these young boys, although their steps were still messy, they still remained calm.
The guard's tentative swings and left-right switching not only failed to knock these young boys down, but actually stretched their throats in front of the long thorns several times.
At this time, it was the short guard who was holding himself back. In his panic, he didn't notice for a moment that the three long thorns swinging in front of his eyes turned into two at some point.
“Oh!” Du Valon and Le Mans shouted at the same time, thrusting their long thorns forward.
Subsequently, the short guard felt a chill running down the crack of his buttocks.
In the blink of an eye, the long thorn had penetrated through the black hole behind the guard and pierced out of his lower abdomen.
Another tall guard who was hit by an arrow wanted to step forward to help, but after taking two steps, he saw a heavy flail sweeping over him.
He lowered his head to avoid it, but stones and mud were thrown at him, first covering his face, and then smashing his head.
A dozen young and strong villagers finally arrived.
On the hillside, more and more villagers are coming here carrying wooden sticks, pitchforks, and stones.
Iron-toothed monks, and even the always calm Gilo, began to sweat on their faces.
“This is the devil!” Horn was pressed to the ground by the armored sergeant. The smell of sweat under his armpits made him unable to open his eyes. “Believers! How did I teach you? It’s like divine grace. Hai, the believers are fighting against the devil!”
Seeing dozens of villagers surrounding him, the Iron-Toothed Monk became anxious.
If this waste continues and the witch comes, it will be a bad thing.
"Believers, you have all been deceived, he is the devil! Let us go now, we will bring an army to rescue you soon!"
The villagers Looking at each other, they could see that the monk's clothes were those of a deacon.
Taking action against the deacon priest of a church still challenges the bottom line of the villagers.
"Believers, don't believe their words. Have you forgotten the words of the Holy Father? We must wipe out all the demons! Eighty acres of good land! Brick and tile houses! Land that is far away!"
" Don’t believe it, he is the devil!”
Seeing more and more people gathering, the Iron-Tooth monk wiped the sweat from his head, glared at Horn with hatred, and took out the holy water mine.
"People who have been in contact with the witch will suffer soul distortion to a certain extent. They have no way to hide in front of the precious holy water mine."
Smash the holy water mine into Huo Beside En, the iron-toothed monk shouted: "Look, that's not a saint at all, but a witch!"
(End of this chapter)