Chapter 887: Conflict and Light (End)

Once he finished speaking, Jier strode over the Dwarf Warrior covered by the net on the ground, ignoring the curses from the other's mouth, and walked toward the entrance of the residential house ahead, which was not illuminated by the firelight.

Whoosh—

From within the dark entrance of the Villager's house, a small Iron Hammer for throwing suddenly flew out. The object spun, carrying a whistling wind sound, moving at high speed.

But Jier had long been guarding against this trick from the Dwarves inside; he had estimated the weapons the Dwarves still had on hand and realized that this kind of lethal, short-to-medium-range projectile was what he needed to be most careful about.

His intuition for danger was faster than sound; before the sound of the flying Throwing Iron Hammer had even spread, he suddenly crouched low while moving forward, directly dodging the Throwing Iron Hammer aimed at his chest.

Whoosh—Clack! Crash.

Jier stood up, not turning his head to look at the damage caused by the projectile behind him, but instead continued walking forward.

He estimated that the Dwarves in the house had roughly zero to one Throwing Iron Hammer left. With any luck, those Dwarves only had enough single-person weapon equipment left to arm one Dwarf Warrior, because Jier had seen a discarded Iron Hammer in the courtyard. And as for the four Dwarves fighting like cornered beasts in the house, two of the Dwarf Soldiers had injured their dominant hands, so how could they fight him?

His defense and retreat during the battle had ultimately led the main combatants among these Dwarves to this place where they could not be supported by other Dwarves; tonight, he had ultimately won another round.

Jier finally arrived at the entrance of the residential house; the house was pitch black, but Jier could hear four tense breathing sounds, as well as the cries of some Farm Pigs kept in the first floor of the house, feeling panicked.

As far as Jier knew, the layout of the Human residential houses in Torito Village was roughly the same. Of course, this roughly only included those ordinary Villagers who relied on farming for a living; those who had mastered a skill, such as tanners, Carpenters, and Herbalists, naturally had different houses.

There is no need to say more about that here.

In the homes of traditional farming Villagers, the first floor was basically a place for storing farm tools and keeping livestock. Entering the residence from the main door, it was not a so-called foyer or living room, but merely a small room with a wooden staircase leading to the second floor, and two wooden doors each leading to the farm tool room and the livestock space.

Jier still remembered that there was also an ambushing young Villager on the second floor of this house, as well as a Dwarf Soldier he had knocked unconscious.

He did not need to worry about the second floor, because the top of the stairs from the first floor to the second floor was blocked by a sturdy wooden door, and the locking and opening of the wooden door were both on the second floor. The Dwarves on the first floor could not get up at all; they could only defend themselves on the first floor of the house.

These guys couldn't even manage a plan to break through the wall to escape, not only because several surrounding houses had been occupied and ambushed by the Villagers he led in advance, but also because these Dwarves did not have weapons suitable enough to break through the wall.

If they hadn't managed to discard that Iron Hammer in the courtyard earlier.

Jier suddenly burst into the residential house; sure enough, there was a Dwarf ambushing behind the door, but Jier's movements were too fast, and the suddenness from the entrance to bursting in was extreme, which caused the Single-handed Axe swung downward by the Dwarf Warrior ambushing behind the door to miss.

Subsequently, what this failed-ambush Dwarf Warrior faced was the precious sword Jier drew as he turned.

The Hunting Sword emitted a glowing white light, and after being drawn by Jier, a Heavy Cleave was launched toward this Dwarf Warrior.

The Dwarf Warrior hurriedly raised the Crystal Shield on his left hand, and then the immense force, accompanied by the sound of the crystal shattering, pushed him against the wall.

"Die!"

The words shouted out were not spoken by Jier, but by the Dwarf Soldiers ambushing behind the two wooden doors on the left and right inside the narrow house.

One on the left and one on the right, two Dwarf Soldiers suddenly charged out, taking advantage of the light from Jier's Long Sword to attack. They had both suffered injuries to their right arms, so at this moment, only their left hands could fight, each holding a farm tool used by the Villagers for farming as they attacked.

Interestingly, iron farm tools, which were durable and useful and worth some money in the outside world, were instead possessed by every household in the Valley, here in Torito Village. The Human Villagers here relied on grain and vegetables, as well as some wooden and leather tool products, to trade for a large amount of iron utensils from the Dwarves.

The Dwarf Soldier Captain on the left, holding an iron Sickle, rushed out from behind the door of the farm tool room and swung the Sickle in his hand toward the Human Knight's neck. The Dwarf Soldier on the right was barely using a Pitchfork with his left hand, gripping the front end with one hand and clamping it with his arm and waist, charging out from the room where livestock were kept, stabbing straight at the Human Knight's waist.

Jier leaped to dodge; after a light jump, his whole body was pressed against the ceiling of the small room, like a lizard, and also like an armored spider.

The target to be hit was suddenly gone; the Dwarf Soldier Captain could still retract the Sickle he was swinging and look up. But the Dwarf Soldier using the Pitchfork could not stop his momentum; having already put his all into the strike, he naturally had no intention of holding back. So with a bang, the Pitchfork that missed its mark stabbed fiercely into the wooden wall on the side of the farm tool room, entering the wood quite deeply, and it was not something that could be pulled out in a short time.

Jier on the ceiling saw this, directly extended his leg to kick, and with his empty left hand, pushed against the wooden floorboards of the second floor, directly pouncing from the air toward the Dwarf Soldier Captain.

The other party still wanted to resist, but a Sickle was something convenient for harvesting crops, not something that could be used for fighting. Before it could even be swung, Jier collided with him, directly knocking him down and rolling into the farm tool room the other had just charged out of.

A flash of Blinding intense light appeared and vanished; Jier's right hand suppressed the other's left hand holding the farm tool, while his own left hand clenched into a fist and smashed heavily toward the Dwarf Soldier Captain's face.

Bang!

With one punch, the other's nose bled everywhere.

Bang!

With another punch, the Dwarf Soldier Captain's consciousness became somewhat blurred.

This was the result of Jier having roughly mastered the force required to make a Dwarf enter a 【Quiet Sleep】 without killing them, through beating the two Dwarf Soldiers earlier to make them 【Sleep】.

The final punch, bang!

The left hand that was still resisting fell powerlessly to the ground, and the Short Sickle in his hand also fell to the ground with a clatter.

Borrowing the light from the Hunting Sword to look, this Dwarf Soldier Captain had his eyes tightly shut, his face bloodied and unconscious; the face under the cover of the Helmet had a collapsed nose, curled lips, and several broken teeth.

"Hoo."

Jier let out a breath, and just as he was about to climb up, he suddenly rolled over, dodging the strike of a heavy object.

When he stood up to look, this couldn't help but make him somewhat dumbfounded, because the 'heavy object' that had just attacked him was actually a somewhat thin Farm Pig, oinking as it was thrown in by a Dwarf Warrior.

The poor animal hit the Dwarf Soldier Captain who had fallen into a quiet sleep, and was made to oink incessantly by the armor on the other's body; after climbing up, its four hooves scrambled in a hurry, not daring to dash toward the house entrance, so it had to shrink into the corner of the farm tool room, shivering, fearing that these terrifying creatures fighting to the death would hurt it again.

"Captain!!"

"Stubborn Face!"

The attacking Dwarves saw the Dwarf Soldier Captain who had been knocked unconscious and couldn't help but let out a wail. Subsequently, a Dwarf Warrior holding a weapon rushed into the room, recklessly swinging a Single-handed Axe toward Jier.

Another empty-handed Dwarf Warrior, carrying the remains of several Arrows trembling on his body, also rushed toward Jier head-on. The last Dwarf Soldier, not caring about the iron Pitchfork stuck in the wall, clenched his left hand and swung his fist to kill the Human Knight.

"Heh!"

Jier let out a sneer, and then the Blinding white light in the narrow farm tool room lit up again. However, unlike the previous tactical use that flashed and vanished to gain an advantage in battle, this time, the Blinding white light lit up for a full three seconds.

The three Dwarf Warriors and Soldiers glaring at Jier now had a vast expanse of white before their eyes and could see nothing at all. Let alone them, the Farm Pig wailing in the corner of the house also had its eyes covered by the Blinding white light, lying on the ground shivering. And this level of Sun God Divine Power Blinding would last for at least several tens of seconds.

Several tens of seconds?

Wouldn't they just be beaten fiercely by Jier then?

Subsequently, the Villagers waiting tensely outside the house, as well as the Tusi brothers ambushing on the surrounding roofs, could clearly hear the banging sounds of beating coming from inside the house, one after another, making them all feel their own faces ache.

The young Villager on the second floor of this house felt even more clearly that with every sound of beating coming from downstairs, the wooden floorboards were vibrating slightly. This made this young man who had never left Torito Village realize for the first time the prowess of a Knight.

The beating lasted for about ten or twenty seconds; in short, after a few breaths, a Dwarf was thrown out of the pitch-black residential entrance, flipping over and lying motionless in the courtyard.

This caused the Dwarf Warrior who was 'fixed' in the courtyard with a horrified expression to tightly close his wide-open mouth.

It was the Dwarf Warrior who had been hit by several Arrows earlier.

Then, after about one breath (about six seconds or so), another unconscious Dwarf was thrown out of the house.

This Dwarf had a long stream of nosebleed, and after being thrown out, he lay motionless, clearly also having enjoyed a 'Quiet Sleep'.

Then another, and another.

With this, the four Dwarves who had been resisting inside the house were all taken care of.

Jier retrieved the Hunting Sword that had been stuck into the floor of the tool room to provide light, and sheathed it. He then strode to the corner of the room, grabbed the thrashing, scrawny Farm Pig by its legs, lifted it up, and, ignoring the pig's squeals, tossed it back into the next room.

After closing the wooden door of the livestock pen tightly, Jier strode out of the house.

"Ha, these Dwarves have all been knocked out! The battle is over, everyone! Come on out!"

Jier shouted, strode to the middle of the yard, stood still, and spoke in a loud voice.

Following his words, many Villagers who had been lying in ambush nearby emerged curiously from the surrounding houses and from behind the shrub Fences. There were young people, middle-aged people, and even an elderly man of quite advanced age who was still carrying a coil of Rope.

The three Tusi brothers also tidied themselves up on the surrounding rooftops before climbing back into the house they were in, then walked out through the front door.

People gradually gathered in the yard of this house, standing there curiously, for the first time, in the identity of the side that had opposed the Dwarves and won.

As the number of Human Villagers gathered in the yard increased, the Dwarf Warrior who had been captured—who had previously been full of foul language—now wisely shut his mouth. But everyone had heard the random curses this guy had spewed earlier quite clearly; many had not dared to come out and retort during the battle, but things were different now.

Bang! Someone kicked out, landing a heavy blow on the Dwarf in the net.

But the one who cried out in pain afterward was not the Dwarf on the ground, but the young Villager.

"Hahahaha, are you stupid? He's wearing their Dwarf Helmet! Ha, kick him in the head, stomp on him with the soles of your shoes."

Jier said with a laugh, and immediately someone changed to kicking the head of this foul-mouthed Dwarf. However, the effect was poor; this Dwarf Warrior also had a homemade Dwarf Helmet on his head, and if nothing else, its protective power was still sufficient.

The elderly man in the crowd walked to Jier's side and raised the Rope in his hand: "Sir Knight, should we tie these Dwarves up first? If they wake up, it will be hard for a few young men to hold them down."

Jier waved his hand: "First net them with the nets, then tie them up with the Rope. Dwarves are far stronger than the average person, so we must ensure safety when taking them prisoner. By the way, there is another one on the second floor of this house. I also defeated and subdued two Soldiers earlier; although two young men are already holding them prisoner, have a few more people go over, properly secure those two Dwarf Soldiers, and drag them over. In the end, we will take them all away together!"

Jier raised his hand to the crowd and shouted: "This is a hard-won victory. Honestly, these shorties are really not easy to deal with, especially the weapons and equipment on these Soldiers—it's truly, %% absurd. My precious sword couldn't even leave a single scratch when I struck them."

The Long Sword at his waist vibrated, seemingly dissatisfied with Jier saying it was ineffective in public; Jier stroked the hilt at his waist with his left hand to soothe it.

The three Tusi brothers squeezed through the excited crowd, and Datus affirmed Jier's words: "That's right, Sir. You are right; the armor on these Soldiers is truly absurd. The Large Arrows our brothers use that can wound a bear couldn't even leave a mark on them."

As he spoke, he walked over to a Dwarf Warrior who was being covered by a net and then tied up with Rope, and pointing at this Dwarf Warrior who had taken several Arrows in the chest and back, he said: "Look, even for ordinary Dwarves, our brothers' Large Arrows could only barely wound them. As for these armored beasts, not even a dent could be left on their armor."

After finishing, he shook his head in envy and despair.

He then looked up at Jier: "However, although we cannot wound them, the force of the Arrow cannot be defended against; our brothers' Arrows can still knock them to the ground."

Jier nodded: "Very good. Future battles must still have you three brothers as the core. As long as I have your accurate support, I will gain an unimaginable, huge advantage when fighting the Dwarves head-on. This is extremely important for resisting the Dwarves' rule."

But he then said to the surrounding Villagers: "But you are just as important. A single effective ambush was enough to take down, uh, eight Dwarf Soldiers and Warriors."

"Eight?"

"Why only eight?"

Jier took off his Helmet, his young face covered in sweat. He furrowed his brows: "Eight is not a small number. You must know that among these eight Dwarves, only three are ordinary Dwarf Warriors; there are five troublesome Dwarf Soldiers. Based on my judgment from fighting them, one Dwarf Soldier can hold his own against at least five—no, three—ordinary Dwarf Warriors. Calculating it this way, we have taken down eighteen Dwarves in one night's battle."

The elderly man in the crowd beamed with joy: "Eighteen! The Dwarves only have forty-some in total, not to mention that not all of them can even fight. With Sir Knight leading us, we have defeated nearly half of the Dwarves' armed forces in one go. Isn't this worth celebrating?"

"Cheer, everyone! Victory will surely belong to the Humans! Victory will surely belong to us, victory will surely belong to Sir Knight Jier!"

Following the elder's cheers, the surrounding Villagers also cheered along, and Jier laughed heartily, using his confident side to bring the Villagers who were willing to resist the confidence of certain victory.

He drew his Hunting Sword and held it high above his head, pointing the glowing white blade toward the sky to display his martial might.

The Villagers were even happier; although they did not understand why the Knight's Long Sword would glow, this supernatural, mysterious power gave them some more confidence in winning.

After a while, the lighting Torches scattered on the ground around were collected, and all eight Dwarves were tied up securely, with two Villagers dragging each one to move them. The Dwarf lighting objects that had been scattered near the ruins in the center of the Cunzi were also collected by the Tusi brothers, as arranged by Jier, in a way that did not alert the other Dwarves in the central area.

Finally, Jier shouldered the activated Soldier Spear, led the victorious crowd, and carrying dazzling Torches, walked south along the dirt road in the Cunzi, arriving at the place that was the most crowded, liveliest, and brightest tonight—the place where the resisting Villagers had been instructed to gather earlier.

Quite a few people had already gathered here earlier. When Jier took Datus to invite the Herbalist, Suoye-Zuojigela, some Villagers who lived nearby had already arrived here impatiently.

At first, the Villagers were hesitant and did not dare to approach. Only the bravest Villagers, those who most detested the Dwarves' management and rule, came to this place.

The yard of the Villager's house designated by Jier for the gathering had nothing, but with the addition of these few brave Villagers, the yard was soon leveled, the Fruit Trees were cut down, the Fences were removed, and the chicken coop was moved to a place where it wouldn't get in the way, thanks to the efforts of a few young men.

The open space was cleared, and the heavy, large wooden tables were also moved out of the house by that family, but one or two were clearly not enough for the space everyone had cleared, so some people moved their own wooden tables out as well.

The rare and precious alcohol in the Cunzi was brought over, carefully placed in the middle of the tables, and fierce middle-aged women were arranged to guard it, preventing the middle-aged men who had no alcohol to drink from drinking it all in advance, which would have left nothing to entertain everyone at the later gathering.

Subsequently, the group that had gone to the Human Villagers' warehouse in the Cunzi to fetch lighting objects also returned; bonfires were lit in the center of the gathering space, and Torches were set up around it, illuminating a large area.

After the firelight rose, many Villagers who had been watching from afar, after waiting for a while and seeing that no Dwarves came to stop them, could not wait to walk out of their homes and step into the cleared gathering space.

People asked each other and discussed everything around them.

One name was almost always mentioned in people's discussions; needless to say, it was the Human Knight who had suddenly broken into the Valley yesterday during the day.

A middle-aged Villager who farmed loudly claimed that the Human Knight who came here rode a huge, sturdy warhorse, and the warhorse was fully armored; even if a Dwarf stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand, he couldn't reach the warhorse's Muan.

Not to mention that Knight, who was in a suit of mottled, full-body armor; one could tell at a glance that his martial arts were superb, and he must have experienced countless arduous battles.

There were also Villagers whose homes were on the outermost edge of the Cunzi; during the day's battle, many people had hidden on the upper floors of their homes, peeking from afar at the battle between that Human Knight and the large group of Dwarves.

Some claimed to have heard with their own ears those Dwarf Warriors who passed through the streets shouting about avenging the old leader of the Dwarves; clearly, the Knight had killed the old leader of the Dwarves the moment he arrived in the Valley.

Some claimed they saw with their own eyes the Human Knight riding the huge warhorse, one man and one horse facing dozens of Dwarves, as well as many reckless young people in the Cunzi. The Knight circled repeatedly on the open space in the Valley outside the Cunzi, defeating large groups of Dwarves one after another. And he had spared the young people in the Cunzi who had offended him.

The Herbalist Zuojigela also joined in at this time, claiming that he had been invited by that visiting Human Knight tonight to join this gathering initiated by the other party to resist the Dwarves' rule.

The Herbalist claimed that the visiting Knight was young, but very polite, confident, and had the confidence to defeat the Dwarves.

As more and more people joined, the Villagers gathered closely together, under the night sky, in the firelight, drinking the fresh water that had been brought over, reluctant to drink a drop of the precious alcohol in the Cunzi before the Knight arrived, eating the slices of Bread prepared on the spot, regardless of gender or age, loudly discussing this series of changes, and the series of actions to resist the Dwarves that would surely be launched after dawn, which no one could stop.

"So, everyone is gathered here, and everyone is discussing that heroic Knight. Then where is he now? We need him!"

An elderly man asked in a loud voice.

People quieted down, and after looking at each other, they turned their heads one after another to look toward the north.

The darkness in the distance was broken by firelight, and a crowd was slowly walking along the road; leading them was a young man wearing armor. Behind him were the three Tusi brothers, carrying Large Bows and slinging huge Arrow quivers, and behind them were Villagers carrying Torches and dragging something.

"I am here; I am that visiting Knight—Qiao-Jier."