"Bang!"
The old fox was kicked away by the ambush, its gray-white fur stained with blood. A thrown iron rod pierced its back, leaving it covered in blood.
Even so, it clung to the fox fur coat, protecting itself, and huddled in the corner, enduring the abuse of a group of poor people.
"We can't let it get away! This is our money!"
A poor man said angrily, and then a shrill scream was heard as the iron rod in his hand broke the old fox's hind leg.
"Hehe, it's a good thing I'm here guarding it, otherwise it would have really gotten away."
On the other side, the fierce-looking man wielding an iron rod raised the muscles on his arm; it was he who had thrown the iron rod and injured the old fox.
"Stop talking nonsense, get the stuff out of its mouth first... Damn it, it's gotten so dirty, it'll be lucky to get 80 silver shells." The poor man said viciously, smashing a stone into the old fox's mouth, a bloody tooth flying out: "This snow fox's pelt isn't worth much, what bad luck!"
"Kill it! We'll stew a pot of fox meat tonight!"
"Fine, since it caused us so much suffering, let's make it pay with its flesh."
The fierce-looking man drew his knife, his face hardening, ready to disembowel the old fox.
"Yo yo!"
A small fox the size of a snowball pounced on the wall, covering the villain's face and scratching him several times.
"Yo!"
The old fox perked up, his bloodshot eyes flashing with fighting spirit, and pounced on the big man, his broken teeth biting into his trouser leg and sinking deep inside!
"brute!"
The burly man tossed the young fox into the air with one hand, and with the other, he swung his iron rod, striking the old fox hard on the back, causing a cloud of blood mist to erupt!
A crisp sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out. After being struck three or four times with a stick, the old fox was kicked into a corner. Blood stained the ground, including the skin that had been peeled off his wife.
Are you alright?
Several poor people asked with concern, "The big man's leg is bleeding profusely; it's not just his blood, but also the old fox's blood."
The old fox's broken teeth were still visible in the bitten thigh, showing the madness of the attacker, all for a fox pelt!
"Yo yo!"
The little snow fox darted to the side of the dying old fox, tears welling in its clear eyes, and murmured a few times, filled with regret.
In order to find its mother, it begged its father. The old fox abandoned the little snow fox, who was locked under the wooden plank, and went on its own. However, due to an accident on the way, it got stuck.
"Bang!"
Just as the poor were about to stew the old fox and the little snow fox together, an arrow pierced through a corner of the wall, and the flying shards of stone, imbued with explosive kinetic energy, injured the poor who were standing nearby.
"who!"
The burly man roared in fury, clutching his eye where a pebble had hit him; he had almost gone blind.
Behind them, several poor people were also furious, brandishing iron bars, longswords, and short knives. In this riotous city, they were unrestrained and did whatever they wanted, since the upper-class nobles had all fled and even the count was in trouble.
"call out!"
Perhaps it was the burly man's dark complexion that displeased him, for an arrow pierced his chest. In the latter's panicked, fearful, and horrified gaze, a wolf rider in knight's armor appeared before him.
"Smack!"
The burly, robust body fell to the ground, adding another corpse to the burning city.
"What are you doing?!"
The helmeted wolf rider sneered, his chilling tone filled with murderous intent. The giant wolf beneath him had a ferocious expression, ready to pounce and devour these men alive at any moment.
"S-Sir..."
The poor man trembled, unable to withstand the other party's arrogant demeanor.
But the thought of the count's defeat and the entire city becoming the spoils of these thieves made him extremely nervous.
According to Nordic custom, once a city is captured, all its inhabitants become slaves of the conqueror.
The great man who commands the wolf riders has the authority to decide how to deal with everyone.
"No need to say anything, I just came over because I heard the screams... Wait, are you abusing... a fox?"
The wolf rider turned his gaze to the corner of the wall, where a pair of snow foxes were huddled together, and asked in surprise.
In the next instant, before anyone could speak, the spear swept out, carrying a whistling force, and exploded into several bloody flowers on the bodies of these weak people!
The giant wolf pounced and bit their throats, quickly finishing them off.
Blood splattered everywhere, and corpses lay strewn about.
"Damn it! How dare you bully a fox in front of me!"
He shouted sharply, and having gained immense goodwill from the city lord, he naturally felt a strange respect for foxes and the like.
Don't ask, the answer is simply that the Fox King is awesome!
The giant wolf moved their corpses with disdain, then gave the snow fox lying in a pool of blood a benevolent (bloodthirsty) smile.
How dare you bully the snow fox?
As the Fox King's loyal subordinate and the best friend of the fox clan, how could he possibly tolerate this?!
Haven't you heard of the idiom "fox friends and wolf friends" (referring to friends who are like dogs and wolves)?
...
"Ahem, so you're saying we still haven't found that old dog Earl who secretly fired the cannon?"
Inside the open shed, a fireplace piled with firewood emitted warm air. Xiao Han enjoyed a plate of roast chicken, along with a few bunches of crystal-clear grapes. His bright red pupils surged with waves of demonic flames, revealing another mysterious world.
"Yes, Your Highness, but the entire city is under lockdown, and further searches will take a considerable amount of time."
Khruf put down his knife and fork, pushed the cut steak in front of Xiao Han, and said respectfully, "However, the possibility of escaping underground is very high, so we set up reconnaissance devices, captured three direct descendants of the Shapu family, and seized a total of 25 gold wolves."
"Oh, so, can the captured magic cannon still be used?"
Xiao Han let out a burp, pushed the steak aside, and said.
"Unusable. The patterns are too complex. I suspect that the Earl took away an important internal device. If the military weapons of the Duchy of Bailan are leaked, even nobles will be stripped of their titles and sentenced to death."
Khrush explained that after Xiao Han conquered the Earl's city, it was his job to clean up the mess.
The wolf riders were divided into two teams. One team, led by Blood Raven, searched for the Earl and his entourage, sending their entire family to their deaths, ensuring they all went their separate ways in perfect order.
The other team was transporting supplies for the city. With winter approaching, Count Shap had already prepared everything for them, just waiting to come and collect it. This was truly hospitable, and Xiao Han couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
Of course, the grudge from setting off the cannon can never be erased.
Moreover, as the overlord of the wasteland, Count Shap had more than a dozen pieces of storage equipment in his mansion that he hadn't had time to pack away, which was quite a good haul.
Thus, the lords of the wasteland were swept away by the wolf pack. It's hard to say that all of them were affected, but at least 70% were ravaged. Smoke billowed and howls echoed everywhere. The Shapu family, the upper-class rulers of the wasteland and the Lions of the Desert, suffered a severe blow after being defeated in one fell swoop, and their status in the Duchy of Bailan plummeted.
After this battle, the order of the wasteland collapsed. Due to Xiao Han's chaos in the wasteland, many people will die when the Winter Calamity rages.
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