"Hahaha!!"

The barbarians let out a rampant smug laugh, wrapped the severed palm in a rag of linen, handed it to the leader, and put it into his bosom at will.

They wouldn't give even the slightest favor, but tied Barak's feet with ropes that still had their claws on them, and dragged them along together, letting him wail as he clutched his bony wrists.

"Anyway, it's freezing and snowy, and the wound will always freeze, isn't it?" thought the leader, "as long as this little cub is still alive when the time comes..."

The anticipation of the harvest of 3,000 dinars and the pleasure of the violence made the mood of the men cheerful, and one by one they could not help humming a small tune that had been passed down from tribe to tribe, and occasionally let out a few playful laughs, and walked on the way back to the castle of Fesdenad.

Smoke was billowing up from their target, and the screams of women occasionally blew in the wind.

It's just that there may be mixed in,

The hateful gaze of those lurkers in the depths of the jungle?

"Do it!"

Carolus pulls out the 'frost'.

He and General William were passing through the area with the Highland Raider Legion, and were attracted by the pillar of smoke that could be seen from afar, so they ordered a few soldiers to rush over to find out.

The battle ended after a few screams.

The two-handed greatsword was wielded under Carolus's skillful combat skills, and several streaks of blood splattered along with the stumps, and without the help of those soldiers, he slaughtered all these barbarians by himself.

"Are you okay?"

He stretched out his hand to lift the silent Balacla up, and felt a genuine admiration for the knight's unchanging face in the face of such an injury.

apparently

What happened in the woods was not seen by Carolus.

He saw only one knight, who might have been captured and seriously wounded after a fierce resistance.

Look at the blood on his body, the dents in his armor, and the bone slag that has frozen into ice at the broken wrist.

"There are not many people who have lost a hand and are still strong and unyielding," Carolus said.

A holy light descended.

Barak looked in amazement at the wound that was gradually healing.

Flesh sprouts were growing back, clotted blood clots melting and falling off, dripping into the snow and rising white smoke, revealing a bare wrist - the lost palm had not recovered.

"Thank you, my lord?" The expectation that had just sprung up in his heart was completely shattered, but he was still a little bad at squeezing out a smile and grateful, "Thank you for your help..."

"Oh my God!

The highland raiders who followed Carolus were almost stunned, and they couldn't help but cry out in surprise. As if they had discovered something new or great, they rushed forward and scrambled to see how well Barak's wounds had healed.

"Oops..."

Feeling sympathetic to the knight, Carolus had forgotten that the Temple of Order was not yet open for the time being, and at this moment he could only try his best to divert the attention of these highlanders: "What happened... Knight?"

Barak was not as inquisitive as the soldiers, for he knew the rules of the game among the nobles, 'The more you know the secrets of your superiors, the faster you will die.' The other reason for this wise quote is that his attention is now almost entirely focused on the brutal fact that he has lost a hand.

"Your Excellency, Earl. ”

Barak silently pulled out his severed palm from the dead barbarian leader, "I am Barak Clermont, son of Garbald Clermont, and we had the privilege of meeting at the King's Hall Feast in Jackdaw City..."

He saluted respectfully before continuing, "My brother, the Phasdena Territory temporarily ruled by Barred Clermont, has been breached by the Misty Mountain Ones, and those damned barbarians have sacked our family's castle and slaughtered almost all the civilians and nobles who resisted..."

"I'm sorry... For your brother's death..."Carolus expressed regret, "those barbarians..."

"You misunderstood!"

Barak quickly explained: "The elder brother has evacuated the castle, and the next step for the Misty Mountain people should be to approach Ismolola in the northwest, and he will personally go there to warn Viscount Jonrad who is stationed at the fortress of Misson and ask for assistance..."

"Oh?"

This explanation already implicitly conveyed a lot of information, and Carolus had no intention of revealing the scars of others, "How many Misty Mountain people are besieging Fesdena?" he began, avoiding the awkward questions.

"There are about a thousand men in each force, and they are led by the clan leader trusted by the Omenwolves..."Barak replied as fully as possible about the information currently known, "The Dugan Territory near Ryan and Hanen near the Silverblade Castle are both being raided by the Misty Mountain Tribes, including the Festernar Territory that has already been defeated, if you add the forces that are besieging Ryan at this time..."

"Then the Misty Mountain people have mobilized a total of eight thousand men this time!" Carolus picked up, "There are still a thousand men stationed in the Silverblade Castle!

"Based on the letters we've received for help, I think that's what it should be..."Barak consciously avoided the question about the earl's fiefdom, Silverblade Castle, "the most recent one was three days ago..."

"That is to say..."

Carolus made an apologetic gesture and quickly closed her eyes.

His stream of consciousness switched to Lance, who was far away at Silverblade Castle, "Give up the plan! I sense an evil force coming, those Misty Mountain People..."

As a deity, Carolus could only be vague, but kept Lance informed as much as possible of what he had learned, and warned him to withdraw to Ilcutrin for the time being before returning to the Count's body.

"Your Excellency?"

Barak saw that he had opened his eyes, and looked at him with some puzzlement.

But Carolus was in no mood to pay attention to his confusion for the time being, and it was not difficult for him to detect Lance's reluctance.

After all, they had already set up camp there, and under the arrangement of Pastor Brown, the siege equipment was arranged in an orderly manner, and although the number was scarce, the swaggering posture successfully made the people of Misty Mountain dare not go out of the city to attack.

Especially after repelling several waves of small-scale tentative attacks, Lance, who sensed the growth of his own strength, was almost blinded by this way of obtaining energy.

It's probably not about how to defeat the Misty Mountain people and protect their people from harm, but how to get as much energy as possible to cast those fascinating 'magic'.

"Looks like it's time to settle the matter of Ryan City as soon as possible," Carolus thought worriedly.