"I really didn't expect that the robbers actually escaped because they were afraid of Lord Leicester. They are the decapitated bandit group that scares countless people in the north! They are all ruthless characters who kill without blinking an eye!"
"Compared to Lord Leicester, those bandits are just chickens and dogs. After a battle, we didn't die many people, but they have never even seen Lord Lester, so they will naturally be afraid of Lord Lester. People... not to mention, in order to intimidate the robbers, there are more than a hundred human heads placed near the mountainside. Just looking at them will scare me to death..."
"If you ask me, if you follow Lord Lester to develop, you will definitely be victorious and undefeated. It will be a truly promising future... If only Lord Lester is willing to recruit troops in Noel Village, I will definitely follow Lord Lester to fight to the death. in the end……"
"Emmons, I...I want to spend some time with Lord Lester tonight, is that okay?"
"My good wife, of course I agree. Lord Lester saved our entire village, but, but, with your appearance, it would be bad if you scare Lord Lester at night, so... how about... It’s better for me to go and do my makeup..."
The villagers in Nuoer Village were talking a lot.
The shadow of the bandit's attack dispersed, and the sunny smile reappeared on everyone's face.
Leveling the ground, eliminating traps, cleaning the battlefield, and burning corpses are all things to do after the war.
The village of Knoll was filled with blood, but most of the corpses were from bandits, which more or less made the villagers cleaning up the battlefield and the Noxian levy troops who took action on their own somewhat paralyzed.
They promised to fight fiercely, and they promised to use courage and blood to fight against the powerful enemy. In the end, not much blood was shed on our side, and the robbers were killed and fled away.
Even the disabled veteran of Noxus couldn't help but feel a little chill in his heart when he saw the bandits dying tragically everywhere.
In the center of the village, a majestic Noxian grandmother was standing among the corpses of bandits, holding a half-person-high nail head, her eyes a little dazed. She was quickly helped away by a disabled Noxian veteran arranged by Lester. , the old lady finally took away a round robber's head, and she didn't mind the blood. It seemed that she was true to her word and really wanted to turn it into a bone ball.
Margaret, who was soaked in blood, cut off the excess parts with two swords. She lowered her head and picked up the bandit's iron-inlaid armor that could be recast. Listening to the villagers' voices praising Lord Leicester, her face couldn't help but feel a little brighter. Blushing.
"Lester...Sir..."
In the village chief's room, Lester was listening to Meredith and Ultraman doing post-war statistics.
Meredith was the first to speak, and the female mage looked in awe.
"Lord Leicester, the defense of Noel Village this time was quite perfect. Our casualties did not exceed thirty people. However, many villagers of Nole Village were killed by arrows when the second group of bandits attacked. Okay. There were not many people, only twenty-nine, and the rest were injured.
Now Nuoer Village has shown a considerable degree of admiration for Master Lester, who is like a god in military use. If Master Lester wants to recruit soldiers in Nore Village, many people will definitely enlist. "
Nodding noncommittally, Lester looked at Ultraman.
"The robbers may not have the possibility of coming back. Remember to find someone to gather the captured horses and find people who can ride horses to form a cavalry to investigate near Nuoer Village to prevent the more than 200 robbers from returning. The remaining It means repairing the army, cleaning the battlefield and redistributing weapons and armor, which must be completed before tonight."
"clear."
Ultraman nodded respectfully, his tone very humble.
"Lord Leicester, as well as the fifty prisoners from Beinuoer Village who were released by the bandits, have been placed according to your instructions. What do you want to do with them?"
"Prisoners..."
After pondering for a moment, Lester stood up.
"Take me to see it."
"yes!"
In the warehouse in Knoll Village, Morris sat slumped on the ground and obediently took the bread and earthen kettle handed over by the young man. While mechanically stuffing food into his mouth, he stared blankly at the high window of the warehouse. A few rays of sunshine.
He knew he was still alive, but he didn't understand why he was still alive.
His wife was humiliated and taken away by bandits and taken to the unknown north. His newborn son was killed by bandits and turned into minced meat.
He muddleheadedly succumbed to the robbers' power and came to Nuoer Village. At the end of the day, he somehow survived.
He didn't understand why he continued to breathe when he was so incompetent.
After taking the kettle that he had only drank a little bit, Epsol sighed. Without saying anything more to the lost man in front of him, he took out another piece of bread from the open pocket of the villager on the side and turned to the other person. Go.
The surviving villagers were all young men, otherwise they would not have been able to walk to Nuoer Village without eating or drinking after being severely beaten.
At this moment, there were more people in need of bread and water. He couldn't stop. He also needed to explain to the survivors who still had the will to explain who saved their lives. In the end, in the disappointed eyes of the survivors, he refused. The other party's request to join.
The only one who can decide the fate of these prisoners is that person.
He understood the reason why that person asked him to come here, but he didn't quite understand it either.
After an unknown amount of time, the boy and villagers who brought water and food had already left, and the door of the warehouse had long been closed again. Decay, darkness, and numbness once again descended on this small place.
Morris opened his two bloodshot eyes dully, his lips were chapped, but he had no intention of moving.
He felt that it might be a good thing for him to die like this.
Maybe he can see his dead son, maybe his wife is also dead and is waiting for him on the road.
Until the door of the warehouse opened, Morris turned his dull eyes with difficulty and looked at the handsome man shrouded in the sun.
The man glanced lightly at the crowd that looked like zombies, and seemed a little disappointed. For a long time, the man only said two words.
"Want to take revenge?"
The man turned around and left without any regret.
"If you want revenge, come with me."
The warehouse door is still open.
Struggling to get up from the ground, Morris bit his lip. The unique fishy smell of blood made his consciousness clearer, and there was only one last thought left in the man's mind.
"Follow him, take revenge at all costs..."
…
After an afternoon of concerted efforts, Nuoer Village has filled in most of the sinkholes. The robber's body has long been burned into bones, lying in the sinkhole accompanied by the spit and curses of the villagers, mixed with urine and mud.
The dead horses were skinned by the villagers, and the skins were made into leather armor by the villagers overnight. Most of the meat was salted and dried, and a small part was eaten.
In the open space outside the village, the blood has long dried up.
Happy villagers and soldiers from the Noxian levy army gathered around piles of bonfires, dancing the cheerful Noxian barbarian war dance, roasting horse meat on long wooden sticks, holding bread and inferior ale in their hands. Drink happily.
After targeted selection by Noel Village and the Noxian levy force, the number of Noxian Black Iron Guards has increased to fifty. At this moment, under the leadership of Margaret, they are selecting ready-made goods outside the door of the blacksmith shop. or reforged high-quality weapons.
Beyond the warm world, there is also the cold, dark hell.
Dozens of men who looked like lonely ghosts were far away from the crowd and the bonfire. They were soaking naked in the cold black iron river. Their bodies were frozen stiff but motionless, as if they were dead.
On the bank of the river stood Lester.
