Seeing Meredith's black patterned robe, the dozen or so tied up villagers in Noel Village instantly despaired. Several women even had tears and runny noses coming out one after another. There were also a few streams of urine in the warehouse. smell and stench.
"Are they villagers from Nuoer Village? Why did they tie up the villagers?"
A young man holding a small dagger looked confused.
Meredith shook her head.
"They are not the villagers of Noel Village. They are traitors. They are traitors who want to betray Noxus. They chose to escape after Lord Lester gave the order, so they appear here."
There was a cruel smile on her face, and Meredith's voice sounded particularly cold.
"Compared with others, you are very good, but this is not enough, far from enough.
You are still far from being able to compete with the gangsters of the Decapitated Bandit Group. You may even be unable to bear the smell of blood and the burden of killing that you have never experienced before. Fortunately, these are all thought of by the great Lord Leicester. I love you so much. "
The female mage turned sideways, her sinister face a bit scary.
"These traitors are your first whetstone. You must kill these despicable traitors with your own hands to prove that you really have the courage to follow Lord Leicester and face the bandits."
"Ohh Ohh ohh!!!!"
The tied up villagers of Nuoer Village struggled violently again. Looking at the defenseless villagers at their feet, several young people showed unbearable expressions.
"If we choose not to..."
Before the young Alsop finished speaking, the sound of drawing a sword sounded, and a sharp blade pierced the neck of the female villager, causing a bloody flower to bloom.
In the pool of blood, the female villager's eyes gradually dimmed, but the girl pulled out the sword, frowned and inserted it again. Blood spattered on the girl's face, but the girl did not pay attention. Instead, she used her fingers to detect the villager's breathing.
Meredith watched in astonishment as her hands moved the girl faster than her mouth, and couldn't help but choke.
Is this girl really not afraid of killing someone for the first time?
"This one is already dead. Master Mage, there are still a few more that need to be killed. Can I kill them all?"
After confirming that the female villager was dead, Margaret drew her sword and looked at Meredith expressionlessly.
"You...you...really..."
Epsol took a step back, his curiosity and goodwill gone, and he looked at the girl with fear on her face.
"No need, just kill one is enough."
After stopping the girl who was about to make a move, Meredith was really afraid that the cold-blooded girl in front of her would kill all the traitors by herself.
"good."
After tearing off the villagers' still clean cloth, Margaret wiped the sword clean and threw it aside. The girl sheathed the sword and stood aside.
Intimidated by the girl's aura, the others were unable to make any move for a while.
'Killing decisively, summing up experience in killing, this is a talent, Lord Leicester will definitely like her. '
With a calm expression on her face, Meredith quietly released a tranquility spell, and the depression and fear in the hearts of the boy and girl gradually receded.
"If you can't do it, just leave. I won't stop you."
Meredith looked at the boy who had just spoken to her and said calmly.
"Lord Leicester has given you full freedom of choice. If you can't even kill an unarmed traitor, how can you be expected to face a vicious bandit? In this way, you will only be defeated by stupid kindness on the battlefield. Kill your colleagues, make your choice, don’t waste my time.”
Gritting his teeth, Epsol looked back at the closed warehouse door, then pulled out the short knife in his hand and came to a man.
"I'm sorry, you should have been prepared to be caught when you were running away. Don't hate me."
A knife pierced the man's heart. Epsol reached out and closed the man's eyes, silently retreating.
'Although this young man can't bear it, he can still overcome his inner obstacles. In addition, the knife is very stable. He should often use the short knife to handle livestock, which is good. '
Seeing the two men making a move, the other boys and girls also became ruthless and pulled out their weapons one after another to find the target of their first killing in their lives.
The flower of life gradually withers.
The weepers, the sad ones, the laughing ones, the crazy ones, the indifferent ones...
Meredith opened the warehouse door, and a strong smell of blood burst out from the confined space.
There was a carnival like venting behind her. The female mage felt a little cold. She looked up at the sky and saw that there was no moon in the sky.
She understood that maybe after this moment, there would be many more monsters in the dark warehouse behind her, and she also understood that she should have more respect and... fear for Lester.
The real creator of the monster is named Lester.
From beginning to end, he only gave himself a few orders...
On the other side, Lester, who organized the villagers and the Noxian levy force to carry out excavation work, found the Centurion Ultraman who returned to Noel Village.
"Call a few people over, and I'll tell you how to make a rope-repellent horse trap. You can take people with you to make a few more traps later. After they're disguised, place them in the position I told you before. There's no room for error."
Four-meter-long thick wooden sticks with one end sharpened were placed in a row. Lester tied them tightly with several long hemp ropes. The longest thick wooden stick was tied horizontally to the end of the long thorn pile. At the end, there are three long ropes in a long thorn pile, which are pulled by three people at the same time. The wooden stick at the bottom can be quickly raised to stop horses.
The principle is very simple. Ultraman and several other disabled veterans of Noxus can understand it at a glance, but few people can think of applying it in this way. Everyone can't help but marvel at Lester's creativity.
Although the long rope was prepared at the Immortal Fortress, it was only adequate for use at this time.
After doing all this, Lester turned and walked towards the flatter high ground on the mountain.
Along the way, from time to time, male villagers walked up carrying bundles of long branches or thick tree trunks.
On the high ground, the carpenters in Nuoer Village were sweating profusely cutting wood, while the rest of the young people helped with the processing. Wooden guns more than two meters long were randomly thrown on the ground, and on the other side were a pile of A flying spear measuring one and a half meters long.
"Approximately how many wooden spears and flying spears can be made by tomorrow morning?"
Faced with Lester's inquiry, the carpenter from Knoll Village responded honestly.
"The wooden spear can make about 30 pieces. The requirement for flying spears is not very high. It should be able to reach 60 pieces."
"Not enough. Before noon tomorrow, we must have at least 100 wooden spears and at least 200 flying spears. Can you do it?"
With a look of confusion on his face, the carpenter opened his mouth but said nothing.
"I will send you another hundred people, can you do it?"
This time the carpenter didn't hesitate anymore and said firmly.
"no problem."
After doing everything, Lester spoke to a male mage who had been following him.
"May I have your name?"
The male mage bowed.
"My lord, my name is Urza."
"Do you mages have any magic that allows for remote communication?"
