Although he had to pack his belongings, in reality, this kind of existence that was hovering on the edge of poverty did not have much worth taking with him.
The sky wasn't completely dark yet, but the villagers were already ready to leave.
"Do you plan to travel through the night, or do you plan to rest for the night?" Jom asked the village head as he stood guard at the village entrance.
"Right away." The village head answered without hesitation, "Even though the mountain bandits probably won't be here that soon, for the sake of the villagers' lives, we have to leave immediately!"
"What about this guy?" Jom pointed at the scrawny gray Shar-Pei near the village entrance, "Aren't you going to take it with you?"
The village head was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "It's waiting for its owner to come back, it won't leave this place."
"But its owner …" Terry only got halfway through his sentence before Jom cut him off with a stranglehold, "Some things don't need to be said out loud!"
The village head watched the two fight, then turned to look at the village, scrutinizing every corner of it, his eyes filled with nostalgia and sorrow.
Ever since he was born, he'd spent almost his entire life in this village, every corner of the village was filled with memories of him. He didn't expect to be forced to leave the village in his old age, this was obviously very upsetting for the old man.
The village head's family quickly came to pick him up.
After that, the villagers carried big and small bags on their backs, some of them had livestock with all sorts of stuff on their backs, and quickly left the village under the village head's guidance.
Not long after, the village, which had been bustling with joy because of the celebration a few hours ago, suddenly became empty.
As night fell, the deathly silence became even more unsettling, Jom couldn't help but miss the other players.
He wasn't someone who liked noise, but compared to the noise, the silence was even more uncomfortable.
Compared to this kind of place, he suddenly realized that he preferred to gather with the other players and do their quests in a boisterous atmosphere.
Clearly, he had deliberately run outside to escape from that kind of situation.
"It's different."
At that moment, Terry, who had been silent since the beginning, suddenly spoke up, making Jom think that he was angry at his stranglehold.
"What's different?"
"If the town was attacked by enemies, I would definitely fight them. I would never run away!" Terry replied.
"Nonsense, can we revive?"
"It's not like that!" "Even if I can't be resurrected, I only have one life. I don't want the bad guys to take over the town and let them wreak havoc inside!"
"…"
Jom imagined the situation and realized that even though he was not as determined as Terry, he would still feel terrible about it. He would give his all to protect the town. Even if there were no mission rewards and the durability of his equipment would drop, he would still die three times to defend the town.
Even he didn't expect that ordinary town to occupy such an important place in his heart.
"Even so, we are still in no position to blame the villagers. A village is a human settlement, as long as the people are here, the village will still exist … So for the safety of the people, giving up the village is the right choice. "Jom sighed, trying to reason with Terry.
"I understand what you mean, but I just feel like they gave up their home without hesitation … I just don't feel good." Terry had a 'I understand everything you're saying, but why are the pigeons so big' look on his face.
Jom was a little discouraged, he felt that with Terry's IQ, he would have to say goodbye to his sanity for the rest of his life.
"Wait a minute, Jom, do you hear something?" Just as Jom was dissing his teammate in his mind, Terry's expression changed from confused to alert.
Jom started, then realized that there was a sound coming from afar.
At first, Jom thought it was a player, but then he realized that the sound didn't sound like player footsteps, so he thought it was a villager coming back to help protect the village. But as the sound got closer, he realized that he was overthinking.
"It's the sound of chocobos, the mountain bandits' second wave of attack is coming!"
At the same time as Jom's warning, Terry also realized that the enemy was approaching, he immediately drew his sword that never left his side.
Compared to Terry, Jom had more to think about.
In the previous battle, they hadn't let a single one of the mountain bandits escape, the enemy should have been completely wiped out. Logically speaking, the mountain bandits would have noticed that the wave of people hadn't returned, only then would they realize that something had happened here and send people over to confirm it.
The whole process would take at least a day, but the enemy was already here just after nightfall … This either meant that the mountain bandits had the ability to monitor their members' health and noticed something was wrong when the first wave of enemies was killed, or the mountain bandits' base was very close to the village!
Unfortunately, no matter which possibility it was, it wasn't good news for Terry and Jom.
"The ground's flat, there doesn't seem to be any large creatures." Jom forced a smile, "At least their trump card hasn't arrived yet."
"But there's a lot of them, from the sound of it … thirty riders? No, maybe around fifty, that's five times the number at noon! "Terry was also a little troubled, fighting so many enemies would be a hassle.
And the ambush tactic they used to take advantage of the enemy's underestimation wasn't very effective when the enemy was prepared.
"I should've become a magician, they're best at group attacks …" Jom muttered, "Tsk, there's too many of them, we probably won't be able to hold them off for long, let's hope the villagers can escape."
Just as the chocobos appeared in their field of vision, charging towards the two of them, an arrow suddenly shot out from behind Jom and the others, piercing the ground in front of the chocobo rider, causing the mountain bandit to instinctively rein in his bird.
Terry and Jom instinctively turned around to find that the villagers who had been preparing to move had returned, led by Joey. They were all wearing pots as helmets and holding farm tools as weapons, standing there in full battle gear.
"If we let two innocent and kind children die protecting the home we gave up, we won't be able to live in peace for the rest of our lives!" Joey expertly nocked his crossbow and shouted, "Even though we're weak, we'll give our all to protect our home! Big guys, let's go! "
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