The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

The purple-red magic cannon beams began to scurry across the city of Buton, and the soldiers who were already having fun almost even hit Xi Wei on the other side of the city wall.

Under the hazy night, the whole city of Buton was in chaos.

At this time, the only remaining defense force in Buton City also consciously began to organize troops to try to regain the city wall.

But without a leader, they were like a mess, and they were beaten back by Xi Wei's militia after several attempts.

After these militiamen who had just entered the battlefield got over their timidity at the beginning, they burst into high spirits under the leadership of the lord and powerful Bloodhoof clan warriors.

They only need to obey the command and prohibit the order, and they can effectively repel the sporadic counterattack of Buton City.

"Okay, stop playing, leave some people to guard one city wall, I smashed all the magic cannons on the other walls, and the rest of the people will follow me to sack Fort Homan."

Following Xi Wei's order, everyone took action.

At this time, a warrior of the Bloodhoof clan came over with a magic cannon.

It was Carl Bloodhoof who fell in love with the magic cannon at first sight, and behind him were several militiamen holding magic crystal boxes.

"My lord, these magic cannons are good things, it's a pity to smash them..."

Xi Wei glanced at Carl Bloodhoof in surprise.

The weight of this magic cannon is not light. After all, it is used to defend the city, and it is difficult to pull it on a heavy battlefield. Now it is held on the shoulder by Karl Bloodhoof, which seems to be relatively relaxed.

He said speechlessly: "It is very difficult for our remaining troops to defend the four walls. Besides, this magic cannon is too heavy and hard to hold. It might as well be smashed."

Carl Bloodhoof stared at a big bull's eye, and suggested in a low voice:

"My lord, you can let our Bloodhoof Clan carry one..."

"Shut up, Carl, do you think everyone is born with strange powers like you?"

Before Carl Bloodhoof finished speaking, he was interrupted by a tauren warrior behind him, and the other tauren also echoed:

"That is, our Bloodhoof clan should hold a giant axe and smash the enemy's head on the frontal battlefield, instead of carrying these magical creations and hiding behind and firing!"

"Kal, you are a disgrace to the Tauren warriors of the Bloodhoof Clan!"

Carl Bloodhoof's nose was crooked when he heard the words, and he roared angrily:

"You stubborn cows, magic cannons can play a greater role on the battlefield!"

Neither side accepted the other. In the end, under Xi Wei's mediation, Carl Bloodhoof carried a magic cannon by himself, and the other tauren carried a magic cannon. A total of five magic cannons were taken away, and the rest of the fort All were ordered to be destroyed.

At this time, Xi Wei also received a villain mission that the system suddenly refreshed:

"Ding! The daily villain mission has been refreshed.

The villain's mission one: snatch the iron mine that belonged to the Bouton family.

Villain mission two: ransacking Homan Castle.

Villain task three: In the next battle, kill all the earth knights and send the head of the earth knights to Earl Ampere.

Completing all tasks has a chance to trigger critical strike rewards, please keep up the good work! "

Xi Wei looked at the system tasks thoughtfully. Now that the system has got rid of the low-level tastes, it has definitely started to lead him on a path of becoming a rampant bandit.

……

At this time, a brutal incident of beating, smashing and looting was taking place in Fort Homan.

"Pick up the precious ones!"

"Some things that are inconvenient to carry, such as oil paintings and silk, are all burned!"

"What are you doing with the plate? How much is it worth, smash it!"

……

The servants and butlers of the Bouton family were squatting in a corner like a flock of quails trembling, and those who dared to resist were already lying in a pool of blood.

Surrounded by the hurried shouts of Eagle Leader soldiers, the sound of footsteps, and the shattering of various objects.

After a while, Fort Homan, which was originally luxurious and wealthy, was quickly ransacked by this group of bandit-like soldiers and walked away.

The steward's servants got up from the ground in fear, and what they saw was devastated.

The original exquisite glazed porcelain plates were broken to the ground, the huge oil paintings by famous artists on the walls were torn to pieces, and the castle was full of gray smoke from burning furniture.

"Quickly put out the fire!"

I don't know which housekeeper was the first to react, and with a hasty roar, everyone who was still in a daze was awakened.

Outside the city of Buton, all the properties collected from Fort Homan have been loaded into the car. Xi Wei has no time to count them, but it is conservatively estimated that the value of the property collected from this old family is five or six times that of Fort Heihe. .

This is not counting the five magic cannons.

These properties will be escorted back to Winter City by a tauren warrior leading five hundred soldiers.

At this time, Xi Wei hurried to the main battlefield of the iron mining area with a group of Bloodhoof clan warriors.

Viscount Bouton is suspicious by nature. Once he finds that the Eagle Army's army is suspected of delaying time, he will attack immediately. It is estimated that the battle has already started for a while.

But in fact, the situation on the main battlefield was even more dire than Xi Wei imagined.

It has been an hour since the fight started.

When Viscount Bouton approached the Eagle Army's army, he directly launched a fierce attack without hesitation.

After a short battle, he has quickly found out the real situation of the army of Cold Winter City. Now he does not intend to just take down the iron ore, he also wants to attack the eagle collar!

On the battlefield near the iron mine area, even though there were more ordinary knights in Winter City, under the siege of nearly [-] great knights from the Bouton family, they still gradually fell into a bitter battle.

In the corner of the battlefield, in the army formation of Cold Winter City, two ordinary knights were fighting with a great knight from the Buton family.

Although they successfully exhausted the great knight's fighting spirit by relying on tacit cooperation, their fighting spirit was also exhausted.

Then there is only a physical competition left, but the two of them together are still no match for this great knight.

Now they have been knocked down to the ground, and the big knight has come with a grinning smile and a sword in hand.

Just when they thought they were sure to die this time, several militiamen from Cold Winter City suddenly rushed over to kill the great knight.

They bravely blocked the footsteps of the big knight with their bodies, and soon some people were killed by the big knight, but other militiamen would make up for it.

The big knight brandished a sharp sword, his face was gloomy, and he seemed not very bothered.

His out-of-control emotions also caused him to make a momentary mistake. The hand holding the sword was hugged by a militiaman, and then more militiamen took the opportunity to surround him and threw him to the ground.

But the great knight is a great knight after all, even in such a predicament, his whole body can still be used as a weapon.

He headbutted, kneeled, and elbowed, and two or three militiamen fell to the side, spitting blood.

"Master Knight, kill him quickly, we won't be able to hold him down anymore!"

"Quick!"

A militiaman turned his head and roared at the top of his lungs.

Seeing this opportunity, the two knights immediately struggled to get up and picked up the long swords on the ground.

They supported each other and staggered to the front of the crowd. The tragic scene in front of them made their souls tremble.

I saw the great knight of the Bouton family struggling with scarlet eyes, panting and roaring with anger and unwillingness.

But his body was firmly suppressed by several militiamen.

Some militiamen are already bleeding from their seven orifices, and they are about to die.

More people have hideous faces and blood on their faces.

They didn't have extra hands to hold weapons at all, so they could only bite the big knight's face with their teeth, hugged the big knight's arm with all their strength, and howled and entangled the big knight on the ground.

There were corpses lying all around, all belonging to these militiamen.

The two knights of Winter City couldn't care less about being shocked by the scene in front of them.

He raised his long sword and was about to stab the big knight, but found that there was no place to lower the sword—the big knight was almost covered by the body of the militia.

The two knights had no choice but to go around to the other side. Under the fearful eyes of the big knight, a sword pierced into his eye socket, and then they stirred hard, and the big knight whose brain tissue was destroyed instantly fell silent.

Seeing this, several militiamen breathed a sigh of relief, rolled off the big knight, and lay on their backs panting heavily.

The two knights looked at the militiamen on the ground with complicated eyes, and asked in a harsh voice, "...you...why..."

One of the militiamen, who had recovered, raised his head and said with a smile:

"We are just a group of farmers, but Lord Knight is an important force under the Lord Lord's command."

"The lord has pity on us, and gave us a tax cut. We have nothing to repay, so we use our humble lives to exchange the life of the knight master."

"Master Knight, please protect Winter City! Protect Lord Lord!"

……

Similar scenes not only happened here, but also happened everywhere on the battlefield.

The Winter City militiamen and sword and shield soldiers bravely protected the knights on their side, which brought huge troubles to the knights led by Buton. After all, their militiamen would not protect them, and it would be good not to run away from the battlefield.

In the chaotic battlefield, the old concepts began to change quietly, and the new military spirit gradually became more and more brilliant.