Return from the second dimension

As the imperial envoy arrived, the atmosphere in Snowman City immediately became tense.

Teams of brawny men wearing weapons can be seen everywhere on the street. They hurriedly walked out of the city gate and headed for various investigations led by Xueman.

Xuemanling has a large area of ​​land, with high mountains and dense forests, a group of people hiding in it, it is really not easy to find out.

In addition to dispatching personnel to search, Balgruuf also issued orders to all villages and towns in the controlled area. Once an unidentified person is discovered, he must report it immediately. If there is a shelter, he will not be punished severely.

People were panicked for a while, and it seemed that there was a cloud over the snowman city.

The hidden large and small forces in the city also smelled an unusual taste from this tense atmosphere, jumping up and down one by one, trying to find opportunities to make their own profit.

War is definitely a disaster for ordinary people, but for some special people, this is an opportunity to make a fortune.

If there is a big conspiracy, once it succeeds, it is not impossible to crack the ground!

There is never a shortage of people who have this idea.

Just as they tried to figure out the cause of the matter and formulate corresponding countermeasures, a group of soldiers also moved along the rugged road towards the direction of Hewang Village.

The total number of soldiers in this team was less than twenty, wearing worn-out leather armor, with a trace of decadence on their faces, and headed on their way under the leadership of a monk.

Starting from Snowman City, they have been walking for three days, and at the moment they all looked tired.

At a time of turmoil, the defense of the territory must not be taken lightly, so after careful consideration, Balgruuf decided to send a thousand soldiers to the various villages and towns in the territory to garrison, so as to avoid accidents.

After arriving in various villages and towns, local villagers must be responsible for supplying daily consumption and receive training to coordinate operations when fighting occurs.

Although Balgruuf wanted to send more manpower, the defense of Snowman City must not be relaxed, and at the same time, a sufficient number of soldiers had to be kept to prevent accidents, so his strength was also very tense.

Besides, the soldiers sent out are at best miscellaneous, with limited combat effectiveness. Perhaps the biggest role is to be able to send alarms to Snowman City in time when a crisis comes!

These fighters are all veterans. Although their combat effectiveness is not strong, there are definitely a lot of twists and turns in their minds. They have guessed their role, so they are listless, and they can't see any fighting spirit.

Far from the prosperous Snowman City, to station in a remote village is definitely a boring and depressing thing.

However, since the order was given, they did not dare to dare to walk, even though their legs were weak, they could not stop and rest, and could only move on under the urging of the cultivator.

If there are no complaints in my heart, it is absolutely nonsense!

The warrior cursed the monk who led the team in his heart, but he dared not slow down his steps, and he knew that Hewang Village was already in front of him.

A wooden house appeared, surrounded by towering old trees, and the smoke was rising.

A group of children stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the group of soldiers curiously, and immediately ran towards the village when they approached.

The already exhausted soldiers couldn't help but cheer, their footsteps couldn't help speeding up, and they came to the entrance of the village in a blink of an eye.

I have long heard that Hewang Village is not small, and there are shops like pubs in it, but there is no shortage of places to drink.

I’ve been exhausted from driving these days. If I could drink a large glass of ale for a while, it would be an indescribable enjoyment!

With a trace of longing in their hearts, the soldiers walked into Hewang Village and constantly looked around.

These soldiers often rely on their status to snatch chickens and ducks for drinking. At this moment, their eyes are fixed on the fat chickens foraging in the grass, and their saliva can't help but drip.

But just when these soldiers were full of roast chicken, the monk who led the team had already frowned, and was also constantly looking around.

Since entering the village of Hewang, he felt something was wrong. The deserted streets and the expressionless villagers made him feel like a thorn on his back.

Ordinarily, the villagers should be busy at this time, but why is it so quiet?

"Where is your village chief, I have something to see him?"

There is no need to show the identity of the cultivators, because the standard leather armor on them is the best proof of identity. In the place of Xuemanling, only soldiers have this kind of dress.

The villager who was called up looked up at the cultivator leader, raised his brows, and replied impatiently: "The village chief is not at home if there is something to do. Tell me what you want!"

The leader of the monk was furious when he heard this. The villager dared to be so rude and had to teach him a lesson.

By the way, it was also shown to these villagers, as if they were disarming, so that they would not dare to deal with things while providing supplies.

Thinking of this, the horse whip of the cultivator leader suddenly threw out and slammed it towards the villager's face.

If this leather-tanned and braided riding whip is drawn on the face, it will inevitably be riddled with flesh. Once it touches the eyes, the eyeballs will burst open!

Obviously, the leader monk didn't treat the villagers of Hewang Village as human beings, and just punished them, and he was so heavy.

The soldier on the side looked on with a grin, imagining the villager rolling all over the floor with a horse whip. Obviously they had experienced such a thing more than once.

But just as the whip was about to fall on the villager's face, he flexibly dodged aside, but it seemed that his legs were not flexible, causing the whip to still be drawn on his shoulder.

The whip pulled away the villager's coarse cloth easily, but what was exposed was not a skinny body, but a shiny black armor.

When the leader of the monk saw this scene, his expression was shocked. When he was about to turn around and draw his sword, he saw the villager grinning and drew a cold-light dagger directly from under his robe.

At the same time, the surrounding villagers who watched the excitement actually picked up various objects around them at the same time and quickly approached these soldiers.

"You... are you going to rebel?"

All the soldiers raised their weapons nervously, and the leader monk was even more gloomy, holding a long sword and shouting.

These murderous guys in front of them are not ordinary villagers at all!

The leader monk finally knew what was wrong, because the eyes of these villagers were too calm, and there was no fear or awe of ordinary villagers when they saw them.

"Could it be..."

A terrifying thought suddenly flashed in the head of the monk, and at the same time a trace of horror appeared on his face, he did not hesitate to reach into his arms, and took out a scroll-like item.

Just when he was about to tear it apart, the lame villager suddenly rushed up, reached out at a speed that shocked the leader of the monks, and the magic scroll used to call the police was taken away.

"I want to call the police, ha ha, go dream!"

The villager sneered, knocked the leader monk to the ground with a punch, and took up his horse whip for a violent whip.

In the crisp whip, the villager continued to curse.

"Damn bastard, I want to smoke you Uncle Downey like I did before. I'm so bored!"

The leader monk kept dodge and tried to resist at the same time, but whenever at that moment, Downey would wait on him with an electric baton, electric convulsions all over his body.

After licking dozens of whips, Tang Zhen spit fiercely and turned his head to look at the soldiers who had been beaten and tied up with hemp rope and thrown aside.

"Send it to me wherever the temple is. Lord City Lord is lacking the coolness to move stones!"

Downey looked at the soldier with a look of fear, "hehe" sneered.