"Die!"
Søren retracted his sword and thrust forward. Relying on the explosive power of his body, he directly pounced on the Lizardman Lurker's body. A fishy smell assaulted his nostrils, but Søren's expression did not change as he thrust his sword into the Lizardman Lurker's body, nailing it to the ground. The Lizardman Lurker's body lost its balance in an instant, rendering it powerless to resist. The moment it fell to the ground, Soran struck the Lizardman Lurker's heart. It was only when the Lizardman Lurker's body stopped twitching that Soran slowly got up.
The battle here had attracted a lot of attention.
Søren pulled out his curved sword and shouted, "What are you waiting for! Go and defend the front! "
There should be another Lizardman Lurker.
There were quite a few creatures that could become Rogues, but becoming a Lurker required a lot of talent. There shouldn't be too many Lizardmen who had such talent. However, as soon as he heard the commotion, there was a huge fire. There were probably about two enemies that had snuck in. They needed someone to help them to set the warehouse on fire. The fire spread quickly, and there were at least two or three places where the fire was set.
Søren once again hid in the shadows.
Lizardmen had a natural bonus to Strength and Dexterity. Although their intelligence was not high, their average stats were higher than humans. If the average Strength and Dexterity of a human was 10, then the average Strength and Dexterity of a Lizardman was 12. The Lurkers of the Lizardmen were quite talented. He had just caught the enemy off guard, and now the enemy should be prepared. It would not be so easy to launch a surprise attack again.
"What would a Lurker do in a situation like this?"
Søren looked at the fire around him and did not find any signs of Lurkers. He thought for a moment and then approached the door.
A Lurker's assassination ability was very strong!
The purpose of setting the fire to disturb the enemy had been achieved. The crying women and children had obviously interfered with the militia's battle. Assassinating the weak women and children was meaningless. In this case, the most likely target of a Lurker was the leader of the village, who was the commander of the militia. As long as the commander was lost, the enemy would fight on their own. There was even a possibility that they would directly collapse and assassinate the commander of the militia. The village would be completely finished.
Some lizardmen had already climbed over the fence. They were so agile that the wooden fence could not stop them.
After landing on the ground, the lizardmen began to attack the militia guards. Some of them directly rushed to the rear and slaughtered the old, weak, women, and children. This made many of the militia guards so angry that their eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Some even wanted to rush to the rear to protect their wives and children.
"Bastard!"
Søren kicked down a militia that was charging at him and roared, "Do you want everyone to die here?"
"Hurry up and fight at the front. Leave these monsters to me!"
He quickly took out his crossbow and fired. The arrow hit the lizardman warrior's back, and then he jumped forward and chopped off the lizardman's head. The hideous head fell to the ground, and the woman holding the child in her arms screamed in fear.
"Shut up!"
With a slap in the face, Soran slapped the woman directly, and her cheeks swelled up on the spot. He kicked a long sword in front of the woman, picked her up from the ground, and roared, "Don't cry! If you don't want your son to be disemboweled and eaten by the lizardmen, pick up your weapon and fight now! "
"Do you know how to cut people?"
The woman was stunned by Søren's slap. She looked at Søren's ferocious expression and was so scared that her legs almost gave out.
But when she heard Søren's vicious words, her expression quickly changed. She looked down at the crying child. Her hands trembled as she gripped the long sword tightly. Her expression was twisted, and she directly cut the lizardman's corpse. Blood splattered everywhere, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes!"
"Go and gather the others." Søren quickly reloaded the crossbow, then looked at the trembling woman in front of him and roared, "Get them to find weapons. Use your swords to cut, use your hands to grab, and use your teeth to bite! There's a group of hungry ogres outside, and they like to eat the tender children first. If you don't want to watch them eat your children … "
"Go and fight now!"
The vicious words caused the woman's expression to become even more twisted. Her maternal instincts were awakened by the cruel words, and her expression became resolute. She was like a warrior who had already decided to die. She gripped the long sword in her hand tightly. Her long years of working in the fields had given her strength that was not weaker than a man's. The woman pulled her child up and shouted to the people nearby. At the same time, she asked the others to gather around her.
Very good.
Sometimes, vicious words were more effective than heroic encouragement!
Søren's expression also became ferocious. The lizardmen warriors that rushed in were slashing and killing, and in just a short while, more than ten people had fallen to the ground. Most of them were old, weak, women, and children who had no ability to resist.
He suddenly jumped onto the roof, determined the position of a lizardman warrior, and then jumped down from the sky.
"Die!"
With an angry roar, Søren held the sword with both hands and slashed diagonally at the lizardman's neck. Due to the inertia of the fall, the lizardman's head and half of its shoulder were cut off. He breathed heavily as he kicked the weapon in front of a woman he met during the day. His eyes were slightly bloodshot, and he said in a deep voice, "If you don't want to die, then pick up your weapons and fight."
Søren didn't have time to lecture them one by one. He had already used all his strength to shout at the beginning.
Everyone nearby could hear him.
If this still didn't awaken their desire to fight, then they could only wait for the merciless slaughter.
The woman with freckles on her face trembled as she picked up her sword. She opened her mouth to say something, but Søren's figure had already left. He rushed towards another lizardman that rushed in. The young woman took a deep breath, then gripped her weapon tightly and rushed towards the others who had gathered.
There were no men or women in this battle. There were only the living and the dead.
Søren didn't care about saving ammunition. He loaded his poisoned crossbow and shot five or six lizardmen in succession. The wyvern's venom paralyzed their bodies. They were killed by the women who had no chance of defeating them. The crazy women tore the lizardmen into pieces. The enemies they killed awakened their courage and made them realize that they could also fight.
There were still lizardmen warriors that were left behind.
However, Søren didn't have the energy to care about them. He ran forward, looking for traces of the lurkers.
These invisible enemies were like daggers on his back. Søren couldn't fight in peace if he didn't kill them. Everyone in the village was mobilized. The people who lived in the wilderness often encountered monsters. Although they lacked training, they were not completely defenseless. As long as they had the courage to fight, they would be able to kill these lizardmen even if they had to sacrifice their lives.
"Over there!"
Soran's body that was rushing forward paused, and he threw out the curved sword in his hand.
Behind the militia captain, the air suddenly distorted. A lizardman lurker appeared and stabbed at his back with a pitch-black dagger. The blade could pierce through the heart from the back, killing the target in an instant. However, the lizardman's body suddenly stiffened, and its attack was diverted. It only managed to scratch the militia captain's back. The militia captain's battle instincts made him quickly turn around and cut off the lizardman's head with his longsword.
Søren jumped up and pulled out his scimitar. He didn't even wait for the militia captain to thank him before he shouted, "The village gate can't hold!"
"Archers! Archers, aim at the ogres! "
The ogres were born with 18 points of Strength. They could use weapons that weighed more than 100 pounds. Almost no one in the village could take their attacks head-on. If the ogres were to rush in, the militia's defensive formation would collapse in an instant. Ogres rarely wore heavy armor. The best way to kill them was to use the archers.
Bang!
The gate of the village was smashed open in the next moment. Three ferocious-looking ogres, each standing three meters tall and weighing over 500 pounds, rushed in. They held spiked maces that were as thick as an adult's thigh in their hands. The moment they rushed in, they smashed out. One of the militiamen used his shield to block the attack. The powerful force shattered the wooden shield and sent him flying three to four meters away. He fell to the ground and twitched a little. Soon, he stopped breathing.
His chest was completely caved in.
"Supernatural power!"
Søren's expression was ugly as he held something in his hand.
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