Chapter 17 Chapter 17 The Living Dead and the Living Dead
Chapter 17 Chapter 17 The living, the dead and the living dead
"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 tell me, if you follow Lord Leicester to open up, you will definitely be victorious and undefeated. It will be a truly promising future... If only Lord Leicester 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 stay with Lord Lester tonight, is that okay?"
"My good wife, of course I agree. Lord Leicester saved our entire village, but, but, with your appearance, it would be bad if you scare Lord Leicester at night, so... how about...
It's better for me to go and you put on makeup for me..."
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 that need to be done 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 overwhelmed.
They promised to fight fiercely, and they promised to use courage and blood to fight against the powerful enemy. In the end, our side did not shed much blood, and the robbers were killed and fled away.
Even a disabled Noxian veteran couldn't help feeling a little chilly in his heart when he saw the bandits dying tragically everywhere.
In the center of the village, a majestic Noxian old woman was standing among the corpses of bandits, holding a half-human tall nail-headed stick. Her eyes were 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, 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 look 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 respectful.
"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 Lord Leicester, who is a god in military use. If Lord Lester wants to recruit soldiers in Nuoer 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 was very humble.
"Lord Leicester, as well as the fifty prisoners from Beinuoer Village who were released by the bandits, they 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 was 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 knows that he is still alive, but he doesn't understand why he is 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. In the end, he somehow survived.
He didn't understand why he, being so incompetent, continued to pant.
Taking over 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.
I don’t know how long it took, but the boy and the 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 you can see your dead son, maybe your wife is also dead and is waiting for you 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 nostalgia.
"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 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, and 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.
The happy villagers and Noxian levy soldiers gathered in front of 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 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, soaking naked in the cold black iron river. Their bodies were stiff with cold, but they were motionless, as if they were dead.
