At the village chief’s house, the respected elderly people were discussing fiercely.

They were not discussing issues such as surrender—there was no need to discuss. If they were sure that the Supreme Saint Legion came, they decided unanimously to escape instead of surrender.

What they discussed or argued was the question of who stayed behind and cut off the rear when they ran away - they were all scrambling to lead the team to cut off the rear.

(It's really a group of passionate people. No wonder they fought against the Supreme Saint Legion in the plot to protect Lilina. Even if they were tragically slaughtered, the survivors did not regret it at all.)

Pan Long secretly admired in his heart, but said nothing.

Whoever leads the team to escape and who leaves the rear is the internal affairs of Runa Village, and he is only responsible for dealing with the imperial army.

After listening for a while, he found that the old people were always arguing about this topic. He yawned and went upstairs to sleep.

He has something to do tonight, so he wants to go to bed early.

When he woke up, it was dark and the debate downstairs had disappeared. He slowly went downstairs and was about to meet the village chief who was about to go upstairs to call him for dinner.

The supper in Runa Village is very common, with toast, vegetable salad, wild vegetable soup, and a little oil and salt in the soup, which is not difficult to import. It just doesn’t have any meat, which makes Pan Long, who is usually used to eating meat every time, feels a little uncomfortable.

Compared to his a little discomfort, the village chief's family was shocked by his amazing appetite.

Originally, the village chief was going to keep the elderly for dinner together, so he baked a few extra buns of bread. He originally planned to eat it and could take the escaped villagers to the road to eat, but Pan Long finished them casually. After eating, he obviously waited for a while to add soup. Until he realized that he had been finished, he smiled awkwardly and put down the bowl.

Pan Long himself blushed a little. He deliberately took the meals for the first few meals. Because he knew that the village chief’s family would not prepare too much. But this meal was obviously prepared by the village chief’s family, so he planned to eat it with his own hands. As a result, he had just finished his meal after eating five or six points.

But who told him to eat a lot...

Unless a warrior can enter the innate world, he will eat a lot. After all, strength will not be produced out of thin air, and even true qi is transformed from digested food. Therefore, the more powerful a warrior, the greater the appetite. For example, Pan Long, eating a dou of rice and ten kilograms of meat in a meal is no problem.

His appetite is actually not very large. In his family, Pan Meng, a clan uncle who has been stuck at the gate of the innate realm for almost ten years, can eat forty or fifty kilograms of rice and flour in one meal. In order to break through the bottleneck, this clan uncle changed his career and believed in Buddhism. He didn't eat a bite of greasy food. He lived all by relying on rice and flour. He really was a big bucket of rice and rice.

In order to cover up the embarrassment, Pan Long was too lazy to wait until he had enough before talking, so he directly found a topic: "Is the Supreme Saint Legion for you? And the previous missionaries... The only God Cult seems to value your village very much."

The village chief looked dim and sighed, trying to explain a few words, but was interrupted by Pan Long.

"You don't need to explain, and I don't want to know what exactly attracted them in your village." He said lightly, "I am an adventurer, not an intelligence dealer. Since I have taken your benefits and been hired by you to protect the village, I will definitely do the job."

He paused and added: "I'll agree first. I won't be a nanny. At most, I'll be responsible for helping you cut off the rear and cut people."

Pan Long was willing to help him cut off the rear, so the village chief was overjoyed and would not refuse.

Yesterday he guessed that Pan Long was very skilled in martial arts, but he didn't know how strong Pan Long was. However, after watching the scenes of Pan Long's martial arts practice today, it was easy to tell that he was far better than the hunter who could fight the most in the village.

With the help of this master, they can delay the Holy Legion for a longer time and make the escaped villagers more safe.

As for how long it can be delayed? The village chief was too lazy to think about it. Anyway, he was ready and he was just going to die in this battle.

But he was a kind person after all, and he explained the dangers facing the village in detail.

It turned out that Runa Village was originally the core area of ​​the faith of the Goddess of Moon. When the Great Temple of Moon was destroyed, the high priest fled here with the saint who had only been three months old and was sheltered by the villagers. Soon after, the high priest died of serious injuries. The villagers raised the saint as their children, helped her hide her identity, and kept it hidden until now.

"I thought I could hide it all the time, but when the two only missionaries of the divine religion came yesterday, I knew... it was still impossible to hide it." The village chief sighed and said, "We have already agreed that we will pack up our things tonight. Before dawn tomorrow, we will set out eastward and escape into the Mondo Forest. In the forest, there were temporary strongholds established by the priests who escaped by chance in the Battle of the Great Temple. Although it was simple, it was enough for everyone to live in the temporarily safe. And I, with some people, stayed in the village. In any case, I always tried to deal with the Supreme Saint Legion..."

"It's just one village, how do you plan to deal with it?" Pan Long asked curiously, "Is it possible that there are authenticity in your village, and that can fight tunnel wars? Or did the Goddess of Moon leave many magic traps that can make a mine war?"

The village chief laughed dryly and said, "I mean, try to reason with them..."

"You are not asleep yet, why are you dreaming?" Pan Long couldn't help but shook his head: "They are coming to wipe out you, do you still want to reason with him? You are a man of age, why are you more naive than me!"

"Reason, what is the reason? A big fist is the reason, a fast knife is the reason, a large number of people is the reason, I stand and you lie down, I am the reason!" He said heavily, "Don't waste spitting stars tomorrow. When they come, I will go up and chop them to death first, and then you and the villagers will help me cut off the remaining ones. One chops one, two chops a pair, prepare a few more knives, and if one chops it bluntly, it will be replaced with another... In short, if you cut them all, it will not be too late to reason slowly when you collect them."

Speaking of this, he smiled: "Well, by that time, they will definitely be obedient. No matter what you say, they will not refute it."

These words full of Northerner style made the village chief's family stunned and could not say anything.

The room was silent, and everyone was staring at Pan Long blankly.

They had imagined many possibilities, but they did not expect that this enthusiastic explorer would actually kill all the invading Frys army with one enemy.

And... from his tone, he seemed to be very confident.

"That... are you really sure?" After a while, the village chief's son Xi'an couldn't help asking.

"How sure can I talk about such a thing?" Pan Long shook his head, "It's just that there is no choice."

He looked at everyone and said in a frank expression and tone: "The Supreme Saint Legion is coming to kill you. I accepted your employment and wanted to help you, so I can only kill them. It's that simple."

"It's not that I don't want to reason, but that people really don't plan to reason with us. If they come not by the army, but by an official and a few messengers, I will definitely support you in reasoning with them. It's okay to talk for as long as you can!"

As he said that, Pan Long also sighed: "Do you think I am a monster or a god? If you fight an army alone, no one will be sure of anyone. I just have no choice... Since I promised to help, I have to do what I say. Otherwise, even if I escape and survive, I will never be happy in my life."

"What do people want to live? Isn't it just for happiness? Being happy is a lifetime, and being unhappy is a lifetime. It's not worth it to be unhappy in order to live a few more years!"

These words are full of martial ethics, which is a typical Nordic style.

The northerners live in a harsh natural environment, and no one knows whether there will be next year after this year, so they have developed this kind of straightforward, straightforward and rough style. If a northerner agrees to something and recognizes something, then unless you are so brilliant, you will be fooled by the lotus, otherwise you will be really powerful and powerful, you will not be lustful, and you will not be able to move the poor and humble. Many times, the northerners do not have so many brain circuits in their minds. You can think about very complicated things, and tossing with them is like throwing a flirting look at the blind.

Pan Long is considered to be half a northerner. If he has a choice, he is too lazy to play tricks. He is the most enjoyable to be straightforward.

However, Pan Long did not plan to really try to cut two or three hundred by one person. He planned to set off overnight today, take advantage of the night to find the coming Supreme Saint Legion and harass them so that they could not have a good rest.

There are two benefits to doing this. First, you can reduce the number of enemies. Kill one more tonight and kill one less tomorrow. Secondly, the enemy will not sleep well tonight and waste some time to rest during the day tomorrow, so the villagers will have enough time to retreat.

In general, kill two birds with one stone.

This practice belongs to a rich and complete system, and is well-known in the world of his previous life. Until he traveled through time, many people still regarded this system as a treasure book and used it to attack enemies stronger than themselves. The results of the battle are really good. It can be said that it has been tested by time and practice and proved by blood and fire.

After hearing his plan, the village chief was shocked again. The old man was surprised several times in a row, and his mouth seemed to be dislocated.

"This...is really possible?"

"It should be possible," Pan Long said. "Anyway, the Fris army would never have expected someone to attack in the middle of the night. Even if I can't get much results, at least it shouldn't be very dangerous."

The village chief thought for a long time and his eyes gradually brightened.

"You are right! They attacked in the middle of the night and ran away as soon as they fought. They could not even think of it. Even if they wanted to chase them, they wouldn't be able to catch up in the forest!" He said happily, "How many people do you need to help? There are still a few hunters in our village..."

Pan Long hurriedly declined. It was not that he didn't want help, but he really felt that those hunters were useless.

What's more, a large number of villagers fled into the forest tomorrow and needed these hunters to protect them all the way. How could they delay their rest?

After he said this, the village chief felt that his thoughts were still Meng Lang. He even praised the adventurer and asked him if he needed any help.

"If you want to help... let those who are about to stay tomorrow make some spears tonight, tie firewood, grass, pine oil on the top to make torches that can be thrown." Pan Long thought for a while, and remembered the autumn hunting situation that his father had talked about, and immediately got inspiration, "Tomorrow... may be necessary."
Chapter completed!