I Became a Progenitor Vampire Chapter 39: 1 cut to survive

　　　　 Eric’s town is over.

　　 Marcos Eric knew the fate of this border town the moment he saw the orcs appear outside the city walls.

　　As the baron of the Nolan Empire, this small town is a fief he wants to guard, but the orc army cannot be resisted by this small town of only three thousand people.

　　 When the orc’s wolf cavalry jumped onto the town wall with one leap, he knew he couldn’t stand it.

　　 Regardless of everyone's objections, Marcos took his tribe and the craftsmen in the territory, dragged all his wealth in a carriage and fled from the other side of the town.

　　 Before leaving, he also ordered the militia formed by the town’s civilians to intercept the orcs.

　　 But he knows that all this is in vain. Orcs that the Nolan Empire can't stop the army, what can the militia of a small town resist?

　　The order was just to buy some time for his escape.

　　Sure enough, after he fled the town, the town that had taken two hundred years to build was looted by the orcs, and the civilians who had not had time to escape all returned to the arms of death.

　　 Although the civilians who were abandoned by him escaped from the town, they kept looking at him with hatred, but he didn't care.

　　As a baron of the kingdom, a noble nobleman, a group of dirty civilians are not qualified to let him make concessions.

　　 Making sacrifices for the nobles, shouldn’t this be what these rude and inferior civilians should do?

　　 He believes that his decision is correct. If there are no civilians to hold the orcs' footsteps, he is afraid that he will become food for dire wolves.

　　 The orcs invaded the Nolan Empire to plunder food. They won't leave until they take down a small town without evacuating the food.

　　 The filthy and disgusting orcs have no idea what is the most valuable.

　　 Marcos sat on horseback triumphantly, watching him guarded by more than thirty guards in full body armor behind him, five carriages full of silver Puke and various precious gems, he was wise in his heart Great.

　　 Every winter, he puts the most valuable things in the territory on the carriage, so that when the orcs come, they can escape as quickly as possible.

　　 Living on the border of the empire, this wise approach has preserved a continuation of fire for his family.

　　 As long as he waits until the beginning of spring next year before returning to the town, all this is still his.

　　 Behind the team, two young figures looked at the carriage guarded in the center, about to move.

　　"Brother Reker, are we really going to do it?

　　 Marcos has more than 30 guards, can we win? "

　　 Ollie’s young face was a little frightened, and the anxiety in his heart watching Marcos sitting on horseback could not be released.

　　The majesty of the nobles has long been as strong as the walls of Green City under their long rule. Attacking a nobleman is a big crime. He knew that if this news spreads, he will definitely be wanted by Green City.

　　Those mercenaries and bounty hunters will be happy to exchange his head for bounty.

　　 Reker, who was questioned, is a burly young man. His short golden hair makes him look like a lion. A two-hand wide sword on the back proves that he has good strength, maybe he can still A good player in a fight with the wolf cavalry.

　　"No, Ollie, if we don’t do it, we won’t have a chance again after we get to Green City.

　　 We escaped from the small town of Eric without taking a copper puke. The group of noble lords doesn’t care whether we are alive or dead.

　　We need this money, everyone here needs this money"

　　 Reker turned his head and glanced at the hundreds of people gathered around him, his tone full of tragic and vigorous.

　　 When the orcs broke through the town, they were already dead. Without food and wealth, they would starve to death when they fled to Green City.

　　 Winter is coming soon, no one can afford it.

　　 What's more, a nobleman who has abandoned the common people is not worthy of their respect.

　　"Brother Reker, we all listen to you"

　　 Ollie gritted his teeth and watched Marcos's back full of hatred. If he hadn't ordered the militia to stop the orcs, his friends would not have been killed by those dire wolves.

　　"When I get close to Marcos, I will attack the captain of his escort. He is a mid-level professional, and may be more than level 7. It is a terrible opponent.

　　 You rushed to the guards immediately after I started. We are crowded and we will surely win.

　　Don’t be afraid of death. Your family and children still need the spoils you snatched back. If this is not successful, none of us here will be alive."

　　 will die if they don't do it. They can't resist this winter, and they can still have some hope of survival.

　　The civilians living on the border~IndoMTL.com~The timid are dead.

　　 "May the goddess of life be with us."

　　 Reker took a deep glance at the solemn-faced crowd around him and turned and walked towards Marcos's convoy.

　　 Marcos invited Reker, the most prestigious group of civilians, to his side after hearing the report from his servant.

　　 riding a horse condescendingly looked down at this burly civilian, and said proudly: "Recker, although you are a resident of my small town, you have to show your skills if you want to join my guard. ."

　　 "Your Excellency, I am willing to fight your captain of the guard. I believe you can see my strength from your eyes."

　　 Reker bowed slightly, and looked very calmly at the guards who were vigilant on the side. After he showed his intentions, the guards' original vigilance was mostly relaxed.

　　Plan, proceed step by step.

　　"Hahaha, well, since you are so confident, then I accept your request.

　　 Enda, go, let this challenger see your strength, and if you think it’s good, don’t hurt him.

　　If it's an arrogant trash, then see me with his head"

　　 Marcos held his head arrogantly.

　　 When Reker saw Marcos’ captain of the guard had been tricked off the horse by him, the killing intent in his heart could no longer be held.

　　 holding the big sword with both hands horizontally, like an angry bull, rushing towards the opponent in the most violent way.

　　 Each step leaves a footprint on the ground.

　　Warrior Skill-Furious Impact,

　　 The civilians who have been waiting for a long time, they immediately screamed when they saw Reker's hands. This group of civilians living on the border used the most tragic and passionate way to fight for the chance to survive this winter.

　　 Everything is to survive.