Olga looked at the incoming crowd and gripped his sword with both hands. He showed no fear as he charged forward.
These people appeared aggressive. However, in Olga's life, this kind of battle was a common occurrence.
He had experienced things worse than this. He didn't have any companions to fight with him, and he didn't even have a good weapon. He only had a wooden stick, but he still had to face the siege of more than twenty people with bad intentions.
In that kind of desperate situation, he survived. Although he lost half his life, he also learned something very important: Sometimes, numbers do not decide everything.
In front of Olga, there were three young men in leather armor who were rushing forward.
These three poor fellows were probably pushed to the front as vanguards due to their low status.
For veterans, no matter how many people there were, what kind of background they had, whether they were strong or weak, it was better to let others test the waters first. It was better than taking the risk themselves.
The three men who rushed forward were holding long weapons. Three spears stabbed towards Olga.
Olga shouted and swung his sword to cut off the spearhead that was stabbing towards him. Then, he placed the spearhead under his armpit and pushed it forward.
The three men holding the spears were pushed back by Olga alone. They did not let go of their spears and shouted as they bumped into their companions behind them.
Some of the people behind them did not have enough time to dodge and were knocked down.
Olga pushed the three men back by relying on his strength alone. He also knocked down a lot of people.
If this crowd was a torrent, then Olga was the one standing against the torrent.
Olga did not use any skills. Instead, he used pure brute force to push back the people who were coming at him.
He stood there with the three spearhead less spears in his arms. This momentum caused the others who were not sent flying to take a few steps back. For a moment, they did not have the courage to step forward.
However, they did not have the chance to just stand there and do nothing to survive.
A little further away, Padding, who was squatting on the roof, was constantly shooting arrows. At this time, he had already shot down the archers who were occupying the high ground. Now, he had the time to reduce some of the pressure on Olga.
One arrow after another fell on the heads of the unlucky people who were targeted.
Some of them were wearing inferior helmets and barely escaped with their lives. Those who did not have any protection on their heads were not so lucky.
Those who fell on the ground were Padding's first targets. Some of them were hit by arrows. Although they were still alive, they fell on the ground and kept howling. No one cared about them.
Those who could move had already found a place to hide.
Some people bypassed Olga and went to the side of the house, planning to go around him and surround him.
Because they were hiding in a place where Padding could not shoot, and Olga alone could not completely suppress so many people. They did manage to do it. They half surrounded Olga.
This also meant that Julius was also exposed to their sight.
Olga and Julius stood back to back.
"Boy, this is not a knight novel, nor is it a beautiful fairy tale. When these people fight, they will come for you, and there will be a lot of them."
Olga said, "They know they can't deal with me, but you … seem to be easy to deal with.
If they can, they will even use you to threaten me. "
"That's despicable," Julius said.
"This is a battle. No matter how despicable it is, as long as you can survive, it's right."
The encirclement was shrinking, and some people had already rushed in the direction of Padding.
If they did not get rid of Padding first, Padding's arrows would always fall on their heads, which was more terrible than a head-on confrontation with swords.
Padding shot three more arrows, hitting the people who were rushing towards him and running at the front, but they did not fall down.
They learned to be smart and let the people with leather and wooden shields stand at the front, quickly shortening the distance.
Although a few small shields could not protect the whole body, it was more than enough to protect the head — except for some unlucky people who were shot in the legs and feet.
They were not only passive, but some people had already thrown small axes and short spears at Padding, but Padding dodged them all.
Padding dodged the flying weapons and continued to shoot arrows.
When he shot the last arrow, the bow broke.
The bow in his hand was not a good thing, it was just a very ordinary and rough product.
Now, the bow could no longer withstand the frequency and strength of Padding's bowstring, and the bow, which had been crying for a long time, finally broke at this time.
Perhaps he should have carried an extra bow from the beginning.
Padding threw the broken bow, smashing it on the face of the person closest to him.
The place where he was standing now was surrounded by people below. After the bow in his hand was broken, these people's movements became faster.
These subordinates of Louver were wearing tattered or simple leather armor and wooden armor. They shouted loudly below, as if this could make Padding feel timid — when dealing with ordinary people, their appearance could indeed frighten people, causing them to lose the will to fight back.
However, Padding was never an ordinary person, nor was he an ordinary warrior.
Padding did not immediately pay attention to the people below who were surrounding him. He raised his head and looked at the front of the residential area.
In this long and narrow residential area, it seemed that everyone had rushed over here. It was like a dried-up river welcoming a torrent, the cracked soil in the river was swept away by the current.
In this evil place, it seemed that life was everywhere, but who knew how many lives these people had taken?
Padding admitted that he was not a good person, but he was also not a soft-hearted person.
He took a deep breath, pulled out the knife hanging from his waist and jumped down from the roof of the wooden house.
On the other side, the encirclement surrounding Olga and Julius was getting tighter and tighter. Everyone wore looks of suspicion and fear, their eyes shining with malice.
"Don't die."
Olga had something he wanted to say to Julius. However, in this situation, the thousands of words he wanted to say could only condense into one most important sentence.
Julius nodded his head vigorously.
The encirclement became even smaller.
Some people had already rushed toward Olga and Julius.
On the other side of this long and narrow residential area, there was a wooden house that appeared to be more special and different.
It was not much different from the other wooden houses. However, there were small skulls hanging on both sides of the door, giving it a rather terrifying appearance – very few people would visit this place. With the exception of Louver, who could come here at will, the others did not have the courage to come here and get close to the people here.
The woman who Louver called the old woman lived here. She was a hunchbacked woman with a terrifying face.
Due to the explosion outside, it seemed as though the sky was about to be turned upside down. However, this place was quiet.
It was not because there was no one here. Rather, it was because the people living here could no longer make a sound.
Lulunaka pushed the door open and saw the smoke and dust on the other side of the door. She also heard the shouts of people.
"Although it is a bit of a waste to use it this way, it is still powerful enough … using it on a wooden door is not enough to test its limits," Lulunaka muttered to herself.
In her left hand was the cane that she always carried with her and in her right hand was the head of an old woman.
There was not much expression on the old woman's face. It was as if she did not know that she was already dead – there was no fear in the face of death, nor was there any shock.
This old woman who had examined Lulunaka's body, how did she die? Perhaps only Lulunaka knew.
"I have been called a witch so often that I almost thought of myself as a real witch." Lulunaka grabbed the old woman's hair and turned her face towards herself.
"I did not expect to meet a real witch here … In this era, it is not easy to find a real witch like you.
Unfortunately, you are a bit unlucky to meet me.
Do you want to bring your head to Julius and let him see what a real witch is like?
Maybe he will change his view of me. "
No one answered Lulunaka's question. As for the head in her hand, it was impossible for it to answer her question.
Lulunaka walked towards the direction of Olga and the others. She looked very leisurely and was not in a hurry.
After taking a few steps, she met Rock and his men.
When Rock saw the head in Lulunaka's hand, his face became even uglier.
"So, all of this seems to have been planned." He raised his axe with both hands and gnashed his teeth. It was as if he wanted to cut Lulunaka in half.
His men also pulled out their weapons and looked at Lulunaka with vigilance.
Lulunaka and Rock were now in the second half of the residential area. Here, if Rock walked a bit forward and Lulunaka took a few steps back, they would be able to reach the simple dock where the boats were parked.
For Rock, Lulunaka was an obstacle in front of him – but it could also be an opportunity.
As long as he could catch this girl, he would have more chances to deal with Olga and the others who would suddenly attack him.
"You don't seem to be a crazy woman." Rock said, "Who are you!"
Lulunaka smiled and raised her cane. There was a groove at the front of the cane, and a diamond-shaped fiery red crystal was inserted into it. It shone brightly under the sun.
"I am a mage – if I say so, would you believe the words of a crazy woman?"
The front of the cane spewed out a raging fire, drowning Rock and his men.