As Diego and his guards rushed out of town with the rout of the Brotherhood of Defia, they saw about a hundred militiamen waiting in the wilderness outside the town. ▲∴▲∴diǎn▲∴ small▲∴ said, o

There was an ambush in front and a chasing soldier in the back, and this desperate situation made the bandits completely lose their ability to resist. After the first Defia member disarmed his weapon, more imitators disarmed themselves. They look like a herd of tame sheep at the moment, and they can't see that not long ago, they were wantonly killing people and setting fires to this land, and robbing homes and houses.

However, despite the defeat, the casualties of the bandits were not as great as they seemed, and more than 80 of the more than 100 people who participated in the battle were wounded at the moment. This made Diego's heart feel a lot easier, too much bloodshed was not in line with his original intention, this fight was just a show of muscles, if there were too many casualties and turned into undying hatred, it would not be the result he wanted.

The militiamen, led by Stallman, were busy collecting weapons, treating the wounded, and collecting prisoners. Everyone's faces were flushed with excitement, and even the pouring rain could not quench the joy in their hearts, for this hearty victory heralded the end of the calamities and sufferings they had endured. The people looked with respect at their commander, the powerful lord and his guards, who brought them the dawn and liberation, and at this heroic young man, they were confident in the complete defeat of the Defia Brotherhood.

"Send someone to Sentinel Ridge, it's time for everyone to know the news of our victory." Diego said to Stallman, who happily did so, even at his age. I was also very excited about this victory, and it looked like an old farmer who had reaped a good harvest. The grinning mouth can't be closed.

Although he didn't mind getting drenched in the rain, Diego realized that he was still drenched in the rain after the fight. It doesn't show his fearlessness and courage, it can only make him look stupid.

After watching the militiamen lock the captives into an empty barn and place enough guards, he led the guards back to the town. They needed a place to rest and shelter from the rain, especially the dwarves, and Blom felt like he was going to melt into mud if he was drenched in it for a few more moments.

They were housed in a small two-story building, which was pretty much the best house in Mooncreek - once a vacation home owned by a nobleman, now Diego's lord's mansion.

The house is located in the middle of the town. Adjacent to the Moon Creek Town Inn and Town Hall of the Town. The first floor is a hall with a small dining room, while the second floor has many bedrooms. However, the house has been ruined by the Brotherhood of Defia, which is entrenched here. Not only the furniture, but also the glass covering the windows was removed. The whole house was empty, there was not even a bench, and the soldiers of the guard had to sit on the floor.

But fortunately, no one cares about this, and in this kind of rainy weather, it is enough to feel satisfied to have a tile to cover your head. As soon as you enter the house. Diego tore the fishy, musty-smelling leather armor off his body. All leather smells this disgusting when it gets wet.

He stood in front of the window, thinking about what to do next, to be honest. He was not confident that Van Cleef would accept the talk of peace talks. If they make up their minds to stick to their nests, they're in trouble.

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Heavy rain fell throughout the day. It wasn't until it was almost dark that the rain began to lighten. It became a common drizzle in the western wilderness.

At this moment, by the hazy light. Two sentry militiamen ran from outside the town.

"Someone's back, lord, they're back!" They shouted excitedly.

"Who?" Burgard stopped them and asked.

"It's the Yakson family, and the Pumilo couple, and many, many others......," one of the militiamen said somewhat incoherently. In their opinion, this event was completely worthy of a feast, because it was the first time in several years that the people of Yuexi Town had returned to their homeland.

Diego didn't speak, for he had seen a lot of faltering refugees coming at the junction leading to the outside of town. Most of them looked very thin because of their perennial hunger, and because of the slippery roads, many of them fell to the ground more than once, covered in mud and water. But no one cared, and they walked into the town excitedly, looking around at their former home with tears in their eyes. Some people also stretched out their hands and affectionately touched the houses on the side of the street, which was their home, where their ancestors had lived for generations.

"They shouldn't have come back so early, it's too dangerous here, and the Brotherhood of Defia could come at any time." Defia frowned and said disgruntled to Stallman.

"I've already told the militia who sent the letter, don't let them move back now." Stallman quickly explained, and to be honest, he didn't know what was going on. He looked at the corner of the street, where a militiaman was running towards him.

"Didn't you tell everyone about Tosdorf, it's not the time to move back?" Stallman asked.

"I have said so, Lord Stallman, but they say they have had enough of the hard times at Sentinel Ridge, especially after a rainstorm that has not been seen for many years. They didn't want to stay there for a quarter of an hour. Tosdorf explained with some fear, and at this time, he saw Diego standing next to him, and quickly bowed respectfully.

"Come back, come back, I can understand their eagerness to go home, Grian, you make the militia work hard, arrange for double the manpower vigil." Diego said empathetically.

He watched as the poor men dispersed from the street and returned to their homes, and it was not long before smoke came out of the fireplace chimneys of several houses. Right before his eyes, the once-dead town was being revived. It may not be long before the people who live here will use their labor to make this place rich again.

Diego finally realizes that what he is doing is not meaningless. As he once promised himself, "Help everyone who needs help." ”

"I now understand why we're here." Right beside him, the Night Elf said pityingly.

"Grian, bring a prisoner, if you want to be unharmed, I need a messenger." Diego finally made up his mind and ordered Grian. The town can't shed any more blood, because these refugees have already given too much, and it's time to put an end to this qiē. (To be continued......)