White Dragon Lord

In the dark, the sentry in the bush heard laughter coming from behind and the occasional screams of women.
Feeling bitterness in his heart, he complained to his companion beside him: “What a stroke of bad luck! Others are drinking and eating meat, but we're the only ones here drinking the northwest wind.”

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“I can't help it.
Who's going to let us have our turn?”

The leader of the sentry, the middle-ranking thief, was about to get up and educate his subordinates who had deserted his post.
Suddenly, he paused and felt something was wrong because apart from the joyous crowd, the other sounds in the dense forest were gradually disappearing.

A long adventurous career told him that it was either the beast with a strong enough aura or the creatures that made the sensitive bugs stop chirping.

Neither was a good thing.
A drop of cold sweat ran down the thief's forehead, and he did not know what was in the darkness or how many of them were.

He didn't dare to make a sound, keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings, like a cat, he slowly retreated.
Now, only by returning to the high-ranking warrior–Eric, could give him a sense of security.

Suddenly, the thief spotted an unusual moving shadow and was startled.

Regardless of hiding his whereabouts, he quickly ducked behind a big tree.

Shoo~

The cold arrow shot from the shadow pierced the bandit in the throat who was speaking to the sentinel, and they fell to the ground while clutching their necks.

The middle-ranking bandit was horrified to see the quivering crossbow stuck in the tree.

Professional stalker! Military crossbow!

~Damn it! Haven't all the elite soldiers of Pele City been sent to the front? How come they are here!

Besides, how did they aim in the darkness? Could it be the Earl's personal guard equipped with magic items?

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In a short period of time, the thief's brain made up a great deal of the plot, but his feet were not slow.
He quickly moved through the trees by bending his waist and using his combat skills to avoid crossbow arrows and advanced to the leader.

Suddenly, a purple light shot out from behind, hitting the thief's back, and his speed dropped abruptly.

Spellcaster! Speed reduction spell! It's over!

A crossbow went into the back of the slowing thief's head, and he fell into the ground with a thud.

As a high-ranking soldier, Eric's hearing was much better than others he heard the strange noise in the dark.

“Enemy attack!”

The bandits were startled and hurriedly threw down the clay wine bowls in their hands, grabbed their weapons, and faced the dark forest with their backs against the bonfire.

“Brothers! Don't be afraid! We will be victorious in the end! Whoever kills the most enemies will be rewarded with a hundred gold coins!”

The ordinary bandits' eyes reddened upon hearing this, and they squeezed forward for fear that others would steal their gold coins.

What they didn't notice was that their leader, the original squad member of Bloodtooth, quietly retreated to Eric’s side.

A certain leader: “Captain, what shall we do?”

Eric was unsure, he couldn't escape with the ability of the middle-ranking bandits, and he was so upset.
But in the surrounding darkness, they didn't know who the enemy was or where they were and couldn't tell which direction to run away, so they could just blindly rush out, in case they hit a gun!

Eric gritted his teeth: “Let these idiots go first, take the gold coins, find a good chance to split up and run, we'll meet at the usual place!”

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“Ow!”

Several wolves were howling in the forest.
Seeing the bright green fluorescent eyes light up in the dark forest, the refugee bandits began to tremble.

“Wolf?”

“No! It's a jackal, damn it, are these monsters also taking advantage of the chaos and running out of the forest!”

A dull war drum sounded suddenly, and the rhythmic beat of drums seemed to be beating on the hearts of the vagrant bandits, causing their morale to drop rapidly.

Damn it! The drum sound was not made by a jackal, there were also other things besides the jackals!

Eric's scalp was numb, and he shouted: “Brothers, in the dark, we can't escape the pursuit of these jackals.
If you don't want to die, take up your arms and hold on until dawn.”

The vagrants knew that the chief was right, and with gritted teeth, they clutched the various weapons in their hands in all directions.

With the shaman's inspiring war drums, the jackals, who could see in the darkness, launched a charge, and they howled and pounced on the bandits.

When the jackals rushed up into the lighting range of the bonfire, the bandit also rushed up and fought with the jackals.

These vagrant bandits have experienced long wars.
They have eaten bark, shaved grassroots, snatched food from the wild dogs, and experienced all kinds of wind and waves.
Their fierce personality tempered by this, coupled with the pressure of death, made them undaunted and started a hand-to-hand battle with the jackals.

Compared with the brave refugees, the Bloodtooth was a professional adventure team.
After exchanging the first blows, they realized something was wrong.
These jackals were different from the wild monsters they had encountered in the past.
They were not only armed with sophisticated weapons but also knew how to cooperate.

Eric's heart beat wildly, and he whispered: “We can't hold it! Get the hell out of here!”

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Hearing the words, the Bloodtooth adventurers followed the chief and broke in one direction.

Eric held a large sword and split a beckoning jackal in half with his weapon.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of breaking through the air above his head and quickly moved to dodge.
A terrifying mace smashed the hapless guy behind him into the mud.

A gust of wind swept through the campfire, and the fire shone on the big, hideous face of the two-headed ogre.

Eric was terrified.

The two-headed ogre cast a spell while shaking off the minced meat that stuck to his mace.

A flash of green light hit Eric with lightning speed.

Weakness!

Watching the ogre raising the mace again, Eric's face was as pale as death, and there was another pile of rotten meat on the ground.

In the end, none of the Bloodtooth bandits escaped.
They were either captured alive or killed in battle.

“Ah ah ah!”

A few young human women dressed in bare clothing saw a bloody monster approaching, they either shrank into a ball with screams of terror or simply fainted.

To the surprise of a few sober humans, these jackals ignored them and began searching for valuable objects on the corpses.

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At this time, a human in military uniform walked out of the darkness.

“You are safe.”

After scavenging the loot, the monster army did not want to rush back overnight.
They simply set up a bonfire in the open space next to the battlefield and had a feast on the seized food and wine.

In the dark forest, beside the warm bonfire, the monsters danced wildly in the surprised eyes of the bandits and prisoners of war.
…

Early the next morning, the monster army escorted the prisoners of war into Pele City.
People stood on both sides of the road, pointing at the monsters and prisoners of war.

“What's going on?”

“I heard that these people are robbers.”
…

As the truth spread, people looked at the monster army with less fear and more friendliness.

Of course, the monsters never cared about the thoughts of human civilians.
They were an army of monsters that obeyed the orders of the white dragon.

After handing over the prisoners of war to the Pele City Defense Army, the monster army returned to the barracks outside the city, carrying the food and wine rewarded by the Earl, and began another carnival.

Their days in Pele City were still far from over.