The riots caused by the goatmen quickly subsided as they retreated. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After healing her injuries with healing magic, I placed her in the house that the monsters had built for me, and under the combined effects of overdraft and blood loss, Ezreth fell into a coma, and although I didn't think it would wake up that quickly, I kept Ils on guard just to be on the safe side.

The scene of almost dying from the previous moment still made Yir's heart palpitate, so when I asked him to stay in the guard, he hugged my leg and cried, I have to say that this guy's clingy kung fu is really first-class, like a plaster sticking to my leg, I can't shake it off. It took me a lot of effort to convince him by using various coercion and tricks to cast a spell of imprisonment on the goatman that could limit his physical movement.

From the point of view of preventing the goatmen from escaping, it seems more reasonable to have more combat-ready monsters guard it.

But the caretaker was sent out of something else.

In fact, I wasn't worried about the goat-man escaping at all, because the magic I was using was only low-level healing magic that healed injuries, and it didn't restore much energy, so even without using the confinement magic, the goat-man wouldn't be able to get out of bed and walk around anytime soon.

The reason why I sent Il to guard here is to grasp the time when the goatman will wake up, because I still have a lot to ask about it, and on the other hand, although the goatman's troops have retreated, it is not ruled out that they may attack again, and the reason why Il stayed indoors is also to protect his life.

Even I don't understand why I care so much about Il's life and death, maybe it's because I'm a human being, although it's a bit reluctant to be human in my current appearance.

"Lord Kilgaru!"

The moment he stepped out of the house, Zac's voice rang out, he was holding a metal spear brought out of the underground fortress, in a state of readiness, and it looked like it had been waiting outside for some time.

"Lord Kilgaru, why did you save that goatman?" After hesitating for a moment, Sack still expressed his inner doubt, which should be the common idea of all the monsters in the camp.

"Keeping that goatman can provide us with information about this canyon, and if we can successfully convince the goatman to join, it can also effectively improve our strength, to be honest, I appreciate that goatman's spirit as a warrior, just as much as I appreciate you." I looked at Zac with empty eyes and answered his question earnestly. As a rookie leader, I really don't know how to lead everyone, but there should be nothing wrong with answering subordinates' questions sincerely.

"I see."

"So Zac, do we have any casualties in this raid?"

"Only the ten goblins in charge of the guards were slightly injured, but our warehouse was looted and all the food was taken."

There was something in Zack's voice that would have exploded at the slightest mistake, a fury that had been suppressed so much that it was so effortlessly subdued that it was enough to make the warrior's self-esteem so insulted that it gritted its teeth with rage.

"Sark, you don't have to blame yourself too much, I am also responsible for this incident, I was too negligent in my defense." Seeing the emotions in Sark's heart, I hurriedly spoke of relief.

"No, Lord Kilgaru, it's my generation's poor investigation that has wasted your trust in me, please punish my generation!" Sack lowered his head, sinking into deep self-reproach.

"This ...... There is no need for punishment, this is not ......"

"Nope! Please be sure to punish us! The unusually firm voice seemed to be able to cut through steel.

Ah, I was trying to comfort it, but it seems to have backfired, which is really bad.

Trying to figure out how to reply with a non-existent brain caused a brief period of silence between us.

"I understand, the construction of the camp was originally your responsibility, and it was indeed your responsibility to be easily broken through by the enemy, and it should have been heavily punished, but for the sake of not causing many casualties, I will give you another chance, re-improve the facilities of the camp, and it must not be broken through so easily."

Saying this in a stern tone, I looked at Zac to the side, just in time to meet his grateful eyes.

"Lord Kilgaru......"

"Do you have any comments?"

"Nope! Thank you so much, I'll do my best! ”

Phew, it seems that Sark's admiration for me has grown again, and it's not easy to be a leader.

Watching Sark's back melt into the night, I fell into deep thought, if the purpose of the goats is to snatch our food, they can kill us all, but they have specially chosen the troublesome method of limiting our combat effectiveness, it seems that they don't want to hurt us, in such a world of the jungle, I really don't know whether to say that they are good or stupid, so it seems that snatching our food should be a last resort, but, according to Sark's report, the scope of this valley is very large, The food supply should not be a problem, but there is something hidden in it.

It's useless to use your mind on things you don't understand at all, so it's better to wait for Ace to wake up and ask it yourself.

Just as I had decided to give up thinking, a hurried shout rang out in the camp, the sound of which was a vigilance, coming from the direction of the main entrance of the camp.

I hurried to the gate, and saw a dozen goatmen standing in front of the gate, unarmed, not looking to attack us, but surrounded by goblins and kobolds with wooden spears with a look of alarm.

Seeing my arrival, a goblin trotted up to me, saluted me respectfully, and felt that it seemed to have something to say, and I opened up my heart-to-heart communication, and then a hoarse voice came.

"Lord Kilgaru, those goatmen said they wanted to see you."

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I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, and the senses of the body continued to spread as if they were being stretched, and the clear stream that was far away one moment seemed to be close at hand the next. Unable to feel the passage of time, Acereth seemed to be trapped in a space where time did not exist, memories were pouring down on him, and countless images of the past squeezed into his mind like refugees seeking refuge, making it feel as if his whole head was about to burst.

Then the pitch-black space that enveloped it fell off like peeling paint, and what appeared in the field of vision was a warm sea of flowers. The knee-high grass was as soft as a feather, the white cloud orchids swayed slightly in the wind, the sun fell at a soft angle like never before, everything seemed peaceful and calm, the only remaining reason told it that it was in a dream, trying to wake it up, but its heart tried to resist the call of reason. The fierce competition between reason and heart made it unable to move forward, and it could only stay in place.

until

Until two familiar figures appeared in front of them, and the surroundings that were supposed to be daylight turned into dusk at some point, the two figures smiled and waved at Aceres, so Acerace's sanity finally collapsed, and it ran towards the two figures with tears in its eyes, running towards its parents, as if it were a child.

It's just that

It's just that when he was about to touch his parents, everything collapsed in an instant. Black shadows, huge black shadows obscured the sky, as if even the light of the sun had been erased, scorching fireballs, bladed lightning fell from the sky, and the people ran, shouted, and died; Warriors raised their scimitars charged at the embodiment of the Calamity, creatures known as monsters, screaming, roaring, and dying; Father, known as the most powerful warrior in the history of the Moonblades, wore the goatman's ultimate treasure, the Silent Armor, and stood in front of the monster, its back looking so tall and indestructible, which made Ace Race behind him feel extremely reassured.

however

His father died in the same way, this time the blades that accompanied it in countless battles failed to protect it, and the Silent Armor, a treasure capable of blocking magic, failed to protect it, and its rock-solid body fell.

"Aceres! You must live, and live with our people! These are the words of its last life, the last words of a patriarch and a father.

The goatmen poured all their strength into their clan, but they collapsed in an instant in front of such an incredibly powerful demonic beast, the home they relied on for survival was invaded, and the clansmen who relied on each other were slaughtered, and only a third of the clansmen survived the catastrophe.

Aceles and his brother Kerryth led them away from the richest heartland of the canyon toward the outlying outskirts, but fate seems to have abandoned the race that had controlled the canyon for hundreds of years. Severe food shortages and disease outbreaks have made their situation even more difficult, and Acereth and his brother have two different opinions about the future of the entire group. Kerryth wants to leave the valley with warriors and strong people to invade the land of the people, but Ethreth is not willing to abandon anyone and wants everyone to live.

The two men engaged in a heated argument over whether or not they should abandon the old and weak, and as the food ran out and the death toll increased, the argument intensified, and since both sides had certain supporters, it could only be decided in the oldest and most effective way, and that was a duel!

Kerryth is a talented warrior who has inherited all of his father's talents, and the outcome of the duel can be imagined, Acereth was defeated, just like every competition since he was a child, Acereth could not defeat his brother, and this time was no exception.

Ethreth and a handful of warriors stayed behind to protect the old and weak. Kerryth left the valley with almost all the warriors and strong goatmen, and took the last of their food reserves with them, and hunger hung over the outcasts like a lingering dark cloud.

"Aceres! Lead our people to live! ”

"I'm sorry, father, but I've done my best."

"Aceres! Lead our people to live! ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm ......"

"Aceres! Lead our people to live! ”

Her father's dying words were repeated in Aceles' ears like an invisible rope holding its body tightly.

Feelings of guilt, self-blame, and despair filled its entire heart, making it difficult to breathe, and making it tremble and cry incessantly.

"Aceres! Lead our people to live! ”

"Father!"

Acereth snapped open his eyes, everything in front of him seemed so unfamiliar, it tried to stand up, but its body couldn't move, and there was a muffled sound of something falling to the ground somewhere beside it. Its gaze followed the sound, and the pale cheeks of a human fell to the ground for some unknown reason, and he was running towards a door-like place.

He shouted, "Lord Kilgaru! It's awake! ”