In the wilderness of snow, a few hobbled people are walking in it.

The few people who escaped from the pursuit walked in the darkness of the night for a night, Art could discern the general direction, but still got lost, they first walked east for most of the night, and then turned to the southeast, and when it was close to dawn, the business road that should have appeared long ago never appeared in the field of vision of several people. A few people were a little flustered, and there was no trace on the ground except for a few sets of footprints left by themselves.

Bas ran to Art, who was looking up at a rock, and said with an anxious face, "My lord, Otto is dying. ”

Otto had a sharp blade cut a cut on his forearm, although the arrow wound in Biat's chest was serious, but the bleeding had stopped, and there would have been no major problem, but from yesterday noon to now, they have been running non-stop for their lives, plus the weather is cold, there is not a grain of food in the stomach that has lost too much physical strength, and a wound that is not serious has now become a fatal serious problem.

Art jumped off the rock, came to Odo, who was sitting in the snow, touched his hot forehead, and opened the rag on his forearm, the wound was already red and purple.

"Otto, can you still hold on?"

Otto nodded, but his face was pale, his skin was purple, and his consciousness was a little blurred.

Art grabbed some snow from the ground and put it on Odo's forehead, then asked Buzz and Kazak to go around to see if they could pick up some firewood and grass to make a fire.

"Look, my lord, there seems to be a puff of smoke in that direction, will there be a village ahead?" With a limp and excited, Kazak ran to Yat's side to tell him about the euphoric discovery.

"Go, go in that direction."

So the four of them helped each other and walked towards the place where the smoke had risen.

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"Oh no, no, there's a gang of robbers coming!" The outcasts guarding the sentry standing on a boulder with their spears shouted loudly into the crowd.

Ron threw down the wooden bowl in his hand and took it up: "Damn it! It must have been the smoke of the fire that drew the robbers over. ”

"Don't panic, everyone, come with me if you have weapons, and everyone else will hide in the boulders."

Ron led Lawrence and four other outcast guards armed with short spears to the direction of the "Bandits", and he drew his sword and stood in front of the men, ready to meet the "Bandits" charge......

After a while, Ron's sword hung lower and lower, and his eyes became straighter and straighter, "Master? Master!!! ”

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Art looked at Ron and the others running from the boulder pile, and was a lot more relieved.

"Ron, we'll talk about the rest later, you go boil some hot water and cook some porridge." Art tossed his bow and knight's sword to Ron, and helped Otto straight to the fire.

"Brother Ron, what's wrong with them, my lord?" Lawrence ran over and asked.

"Do as the adults tell you first."

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Kazak buried his head in the wooden bowl in his hand, rolled the last grain of wheat into his mouth with his tongue, stood up and took the wooden spoon and put it into the copper pot on the fire, and scraped the copper pot so loudly that it did not scrape a few wheat grains for a long time. Kazak turned his head to Lawrence, who was feeding Otto wheat porridge, and said, "I said Brother Lawrence, can you cook another pot of wheat porridge." I haven't filled my teeth yet~"

Lawrence was about to get up and go to cook the second pot of wheat porridge, but Art stopped Lawrence, "Okay, let's eat these, he's so hungry that he'll die if he eats it again." ”

"Kazak, you should learn to eat and sleep after eating, and when you wake up, you will have lunch, and I will cook the broth and make bread for a few of you separately at noon." Lawrence said to Kazak, who had to give up licking it.

Ron was cleaning Art's wounds, the arrow wounds on his chest were not deep, the blood had coagulated, there were scratches on his arms and face, and the blisters on the soles of his feet had worn out. He didn't ask the men in front of him what they had been through the past afternoon and evening, because their scars and missing weapons had told them all.

Art slept for a while, a whole morning, to be exact. When he woke up, Ron had already delivered him a large bowl of bone-and-flesh stew. He grabbed a rib and bit it, swallowed it after just two bites, then turned his head to look at the two men tied to the grain cart and asked, "Ron, what's going on with them?" Why tie it up"

Ron handed Art a piece of toasted rye bread and replied, "They have been clamoring to leave the team since yesterday afternoon and are planning to steal food and run away this morning." The most infuriating thing is that the woman also incited everyone to rush the food. If it weren't for Big Brother Lawrence stopping me and waiting for you to come back to deal with it, I would have hacked these two bastards to death with a single sword, and I ...... with Lawrence at the time."

Ron recounted what had happened to the outcasts.

"Well, you're doing a great job." Art listened to Ron's account and roughly knew what had happened, and Ron and Lawrence dealt with it properly, both stabilizing the ranks of the displaced people and punishing the grain thief couple.

After eating the food in front of him, Art got up and walked over to Otto and Kazak to check on the injury, Kazak's toe was a little red and swollen, but it wouldn't be a big problem; Otto's forehead was no longer so hot, and the wound on his forearm had regained its flesh red.

After making sure that the injuries of several people were okay, Art put on his leather armor and picked up his long sword and walked to the grain cart, and the homeless people followed Art to surround him.

The two men tied to the grain cart were already shivering from the cold, they were covered in dirt, their faces were bruised and scratched, and Ron explained that they had been beaten by the homeless people in the morning.

Art walked over to the man and lifted his head with his scabbard, several teeth smashed out, and the right side of his face swollen like baked leavened bread.

Art turned and pointed to the two men tied to the grain cart and said loudly to the onlookers, "Everyone, I guess you know more about them than I do. I'm not in a hurry to deal with these two guys, I want to give you another chance to choose, and whoever wants to leave now, just leave the food I sent to you, and I swear with the sword in my hand - I will never force it to stay. ”

Art looked around at the crowd with his sword in hand, and after a moment's wait, there was no sound in the ranks of the outcasts.

"Well, since everyone has chosen to stay and follow me, then I have to tell you that I didn't recruit you to enjoy life, but to eat my food, you have to listen to me, do my thing, and abide by my rules! If you do your duty, I will give you a stable life; If you have bad intentions, then the sword in my hand will let you know how God punishes sinful souls. ”

With that, Art drew his sword and pointed it at the man tied to the grain cart, and there was a burst of exclamations from the crowd.

"What's your name?" Art asked.

"Nu~Erdo~" The man's was already a little speechless with fright.

"Nurdo, let me ask you, did you voluntarily join my army reclamation team?"

"Yes~Yes, my~Lord"

"Have I ever starved you these days?"

"No~No~"

"Have I allowed robbers to plunder your belongings and threaten your life?"

"No~No, my lord"

"Then why did you steal the food while I wasn't there? Why did you instigate you to accompany you to your death? Art's rebuke bordered on a roar.

The poisonous woman who was ripped the rag from her mouth knew that her doom was coming, and her face became more and more pale.

"We know we were wrong, so please forgive us. We are willing to make you slaves, but we ask you to spare us from death. With snot and tears streaming down her face, the woman kept pleading with Art.

"No, I'm not going to have two ill-intentioned family mates by my side." Art's eyes were full of murderous intent.

"On behalf of God and the God of Justice, I pronounce judgment on your sinful souls." Art raised her sword above her head and aimed it at the man's head.

"Ah~~~~" The man opened his mouth and closed his eyes and shouted, as if only shouting could eliminate the fear in his heart, the woman next to him was already fainting with fright, and the timid in the crowd of onlookers had already turned their heads.

Bang!

Instead of cutting off the man's head, the sword cut the hemp rope tied to the carriage.

"Leave me the food I gave you, and take your woman to fend for herself!"

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Looking at the backs of the two who had disappeared into the vast snowfield, Ron asked softly beside Art, "Master, isn't it too merciful to just let them go?" If you don't kill them, how can you deter this group of homeless people~"

"Kindness? Do you think they'll survive this wasteland? Ron, sometimes you don't need to use a sword to kill. ”

With that, Art returned to the ranks of the displaced people who continued south......