When hunting and fishing, Andis mountain people also know how to let go of the young and small fish.
But the slave hunters don't. There will only be ruins wherever they pass. In their eyes, the Andis mountain people are not human beings at all, they are just prey walking on two legs. In their words, there are only two kinds of peace. Dis mountain folk are useful, one can be sold for money, and the other is dead.
In their eyes, the Andis mountain people were not raised by their biological parents, but by wild leeks on the mountain. If one wave is harvested this year, another wave will emerge next year.
When Sean rushed back to the village, the fire in the village had been extinguished by a sudden heavy rain. Although he had been fully prepared mentally, when he saw the tragic scene in the village, there was still an uncontrollable flame rushing in. Countless violent thoughts were tumbling in my brain. I wanted to shout loudly, but no sound came out.
Sean dug in and out of the ruins like crazy, and all he found were cold corpses. Only a few of them could still identify their faces, and most of them had turned into twisted and charred corpses. Most of them were women, children, and children. They were burned alive. Faced with this kind of man-made arson, even a secret room could not protect their safety.
It wasn't until he found the blue baby girl with her little face covered in the arms of a young mother who had been dead for a long time that Sean came back to his senses from the madness.
He remembered that this baby girl was delivered by him when her mother had a difficult delivery. She was originally looking for his mother, but her mother was not there, so he had no choice but to deliver the baby. This was his first and only delivery. Delivery.
The name was also given by him - Ileana, which means deer in the ancient Andis Empire language. She has a pair of eyes like a deer.
He also remembered that her mother was a girl a few years older than him. She had been married to the village for less than two years. At the age of a flower, she should be able to give birth to four or five children.
Compared to her mother who loves to laugh, her father is a very rigid person. He is also a few years older than Sean, but he is one of the few people in the village who hates Sean. He has thought Sean is a weirdo since he was a child. Fetus, a cunning hungry wolf disguised in human skin, may be related to the fact that he was beaten by Sean, who was only five years old, and left a psychological shadow.
But to be fair, he is a young and hard-working guy. He has an archery skill that is just as good as Sean's. He is the youngest eagle shooter in the history of the village. He should have made some extraordinary achievements, and now he has also become a A cold corpse with various wounds all over his body, but none of them were on his back. He died fighting to protect the village and his wife and daughter.
Sean thought of many people, some liked him and some disliked him, some he liked and some he hated, but now most of them have turned into cold corpses.
Sean always thought that he was just a spectator, watching the joys and sorrows of this village. Occasionally joining them was also a kind of resident status. He had never really integrated into them. After all, this place was just chosen by Elena casually to give birth to him. , if he had chosen other villages, he might not even know them.
But there are not so many ifs in this world, and things like feelings are not determined by subjective consciousness. When communication occurs in life, regardless of joys and sorrows, feelings have already arisen unconsciously.
The only good news that is not good news is that their house was not burned down, and there was no trace of their mother's return inside. But thinking about it, he was a Whisper level warlock. Although there is still a certain distance between the control level and the
With the little tricks she has learned from Xiaonian over the years, her combat effectiveness is almost the same even if it does not reach the guard level. If she is here, the commotion that is caused cannot be so small. Does the other party dare to attack the walled city?
Two theories.
"Am I ruthless?" This was the first thing Sean asked when Marshall saw Sean again.
Marshall did not answer, but sat quietly next to him, because he knew that what Sean needed now was just a listener.
"Actually, I can do a lot for the village. You know, I know a lot of things. I can make more advanced crossbows. I can set up a more complete defense system for the village. I can teach them more advanced farming techniques. I know
There are many ways to make the village richer... But I have done nothing. For so many years, I have done nothing. I just curled up like a mouse in the hole I made, and occasionally used medical skills to help them.
You know if you’re doing it for good or if you’re just trying out your own cure.”
"Because I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'll be killed, I'm afraid they will treat me as a monster."
"Haha, because I was afraid of being regarded as a monster, I didn't do anything, but I was a monster from the beginning. Have you ever seen a baby who can understand other people's words just a few months after birth? Have you seen two or three babies?
Are you a child who adopts a bunch of orphans at the age of 10 and teaches them how to read and do things for themselves? Have you ever seen a cold-blooded monster who sees his compatriots still living below the subsistence line but doesn’t come up with a solution? I’ve been obsessed with it from beginning to end.
A complete cold-blooded monster,"
"You are not a monster, and you are not cold-blooded." Marshall corrected him seriously, "If you were really cold-blooded, you would not have picked us up from the wilderness. If you were really cold-blooded, you would not be sitting here.
Complain loudly. You yourself have said before that wealth without matching force is the greatest source of evil. If you really create a lot of wealth for the village, the people in the mountain will raze the village without using the people outside the mountain.
Flat Earth, in the final analysis, is because we are too weak. If we are strong enough, we will naturally no longer have to be as hesitant as before and do things that we wanted to do but did not dare to do before. We just took a count and found that the number is only one-third of the population.
First, except for some who went out hunting and did not return, there are still some who should have been taken away by slave hunters. According to time calculation, they will not be able to return to Bastille before sunset the day after tomorrow. I think we should be able to do something now.
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"Yes, we do have the ability to do something, and we should do something." Marshall woke up Sean who was trapped in self-blame, and his eyes burst out with a bright and fascinating light, "Blood debts must be repaid with blood debts."
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"Blood debts are repaid with blood." Marshall, Arnold, and Irvine responded one after another.
"Come on, let's make some plans." Sean pulled out an arrow and simply drew a few strokes on the ground, and a lifelike simple map appeared in front of the four of them.
If there are other old Andis mountaineer hunters present, they will definitely be shocked, because this is a map of the smaller half of the Andis crater, and many Andis mountaineers who have lived here all their lives may not necessarily know where they live.
What kind of.
The other three people are used to it because they have accompanied Sean through most of the places here.
"Judging from the scale of the battle, the opponent is a large slave-hunting team, with at least five knights, fifty knights' retinues and one hundred auxiliaries. Otherwise, they would not dare to go so deep. If they go deep here, they should have
A lot has been gained, our village is probably the last village they conquered, or in other words, our village was just conquered by them on their way back."
After regaining his composure, Sean's brain was running rapidly. His speculation was not an unfounded guess. Going north past this ridge was the territory of the scavenger Clayton.
Clayton's strength is not terrible, but the old fox himself has some problems with Bastille, the slave city. It is said that they have a secret transaction about the population in private, but there has been no substantial evidence.
It's useless even if you provide evidence. The Andis mountain people themselves are a piece of loose sand. There are various forces of various sizes in the mountains of Nuo, ranging from fifty to thirty. Originally, there was a force with three villages and eight caves that was considered a prestigious force.
Occasionally, they can gather together and fight the people outside the mountain for several rounds.
Ever since the discovery of an iron mine thirty years ago, the three villages and eight caves fought to death and lost their vitality, they have been in decline and have gradually become ordinary villages.
Scavenger Clayton only likes to suck blood, not to manage. He has caused a lot of harm to the surrounding areas. Unless they attack Scavenger Clayton's base camp, the slave hunting team has no profit at all there. If they want to deal with Scavenger Clayton,
As for the rotten soldiers, this small number of troops is far from enough and must be increased by more than three times.
This old fox becomes more and more timid as he gets older. He cherishes his own life very much. He has a squadron of condors (about thirty people) under his command, and his strength cannot be underestimated.
If you go east, it is the territory of Skullcrusher McGee. Compared to Scavenger Clayton, this lord is a real powerful sect. His ancestor is Shangshui Village, one of the three villages and eight caves.
Although it is a bit in decline now, a starving camel is bigger than a horse, and Shangshui Village is still one of the largest villages in the surrounding area.
Since the previous leader of the village, the father of Skullcrusher McGee, married the Kentana barbarians further east, their strength has improved, and the surrounding villages have taken the lead one after another.
Compared to Clayton, the scavenger who likes to use his eagle hand, McGee the Skullcrusher, who is half Kentana barbarian, is more interested in berserkers. He is surrounded by bloodthirsty and militant people.
He is a typical racist and hates people outside the mountains. Not to mention the slave hunting team, even if they are a caravan from outside the mountains, if they are discovered, they will kill all the chickens and dogs without leaving any trace. It is usually them.
Looking for trouble in the Hunting Nu City, the Hunting Team rarely dares to run to his territory.
The slave hunting team is like jackals who bully the weak and fear the strong - they come to the mountains to make a fortune, not to fight. If too many people are lost in the process, then the gain outweighs the loss.
"It is difficult for us to do this alone. In this way, our troops are divided into three groups. I will follow up to find the slave hunting team, try to find out their situation as much as possible, and delay their pace. Arnold, Ivan, you stay
In the village, for those villagers who went out to hunt, their first priority when they came back was not to support me, but to deal with the corpses in the village. The weather is so hot now. Once a plague is caused, it will not be a casualty in every village.
, Marshall, you try to find more reinforcements, in the name of me and my mother, either you don't do it, or you do it in a big way."