Morton woke up from his chaotic state and found himself half-trapped in the swamp, where the place that had been covered with leaves and dead grass and looked like land was now a swamp with countless broken wood chips floating on it. Behind him, many of his men are now struggling in the same black cement as he is, but in vain, they will only sink deeper and deeper.

Now almost half of the bandits are trapped in the swamp, and the rest have slipped away.

"What the fuck is going on!" Morton reached out in horror to grab something, but found that not far away on the shore, Stannis was crouching comfortably watching them, with a smile on his face.

"You...... What kind of sorcery did you just use to cause us to lose our minds!" The leader roared wildly, his eyes full of fear and reluctance.

Stannis took a wooden stick and hit him on the head like a whack-a-mole, "You perverted erotoniac who ran over and died without even hearing the dragon roar of the Justinian family, do you think I gave such a big reputation as a 'dragon hacker' for nothing?"

"Help!" "I don't want to die in the swamp!" "Pull me up!"

The bandits in the swamp began to cry for help, and there was no more courageous way to die than to watch themselves slowly devoured and unable to do anything.

"How's that, Uncle Bandit, do you want me to pull you up?" Stannis shook his stick in front of Morton, and he could catch all the bandits in the swamp if he wanted to.

Morton didn't speak, but the men behind him directly called for help, they didn't want to watch themselves slowly finish.

"You're lucky, the master doesn't have a penchant for killing. Stannis clapped his hands and stood up, and said to Robert and Korodov, "You two get them up, remember one at a time, and throw away all your weapons." ”

Robert, who was gloating, wailed, "No, we're going to save these guys who are bad to the bone!"

Stannis glared at him, "If you want to do it, you can do it, what so much nonsense!"

Of course, he didn't save them in vain, but he considered that if he could incorporate this group of people into his army, then his strength would undoubtedly be greatly improved.

Robert and Korodov picked up a thick wooden stick, stretched it down for people to grab, and then pulled them out together.

Before the bandits were fished out, Stannis also shook his finger and warned them, "Don't be tempted, if I see you have other small movements, my archers will have fresh targets~~"

The lord wasn't trying to scare them, because behind him, dozens of archers were pulling their bowstrings and pointing them at them.

After a while, almost all the bandits were pulled to the shore, they were covered in water and mud and shivering, the fear of death had not yet dissipated, and these people certainly had no intention of resisting.

However, there was one last diehard who still resisted to the end, and that was the bandit leader Morton, who still didn't seem to be convinced, although he only had one head and two hands exposed.

"You despicable villain! With this kind of indiscriminate means, if my eldest brother 'Blood and Bones' Pahlavi knew about it, he would definitely not let you go!"

Stannis's nose is about to smile crookedly, what is there to be afraid of a bandit king, "I'm almost scared to death~~ I said, can't you get up?"

Morton glanced at his body that was about to be topped, and thought that he was really unwilling to die like this, so he had to soften, "Okay, okay, noble lord, pull me up!"

Stannis immediately assigned Robert to fish for people, in fact, he felt that this guy looked quite capable of fighting, it would be a pity if he died like this, this is the most important thing for him who is in urgent need of talents now, as for the conflict between him and Lucia, he can only mediate later.

Because the big man was the heaviest and deepest, Robert and Korodovla were particularly struggling, and even Stannis had to run to the front to take a hand, and the three of them finally pulled Morton up at the cost of almost prostration.

The lord, who was slumped on the ground and panting, commented, "It's time for you to lose weight. ”

Morton lay on the ground, equally out of breath, and he looked back to see that his axe had sunk into the swamp without even a bubble coming up.

"Ha, ha, you can now kneel down and pledge your allegiance to me!"

Morton raised his head, and the lord felt that there was something wrong with the other party's eyes, "Allegiance...... You?"

With that, Morton suddenly bounced off the ground, and at the same time pulled out the long-hidden short knife from his back and pounced on Stannis, what happened so suddenly that everyone present had no time to react.

"Die, bastard!" Morton was just pretending to beg for mercy, but he was actually determined to kill the lord.

"Damn, what about trust between people!" Stannis, who was in a state of extreme shock, could predict that his throat would be slit in the next moment.

Suddenly, Stannis felt a gust of wind blow behind him, and then a blue light quickly passed by him and pierced between Morton's eyebrows.

The bandit leader stopped, and red blood oozed from between his eyebrows, gradually lengthening into a thin red line from head to bottom.

Morton wanted to open his mouth to say something, but his body had split into two pieces and fell left and right, and the internal organs in it poured out in unison. As the blood sprayed Stannis, he saw a white soul being pulled out of his body and flying towards a sword.

It was Batesmore's hand, and the blue light just now was emitted from the blade that was still glowing blue, and the soul was finally absorbed by this sword. But only Stannis could see this, because the mercenary captain was so quick that the sword was still stuck in the scabbard as if it had not been drawn. He looked at the swordsman who had made the move, and saw that the other party was making a goose egg gesture towards him, which meant adding money.

"Hey, why is this guy suddenly splitting into two pieces?" Robert was not disgusted by the way he died, but was more curious about what made him hang up.

However, this curiosity was soon diluted by the joy of victory, and the bandits, who had already surrendered, lost their fighting spirit even more when they saw that even their boss had died in such an unknown way, and quickly bowed their knees to Stennis to surrender.

Watching forty or fifty men bow down to him, Stannis finally felt the thrill of being a conqueror, but his ambition was much more than that.

The chief knight came over at this time and asked, "My lord, what are we going to do with these captives, do we release them or sell them to slave traders?"

Slaves? Stennis hated this system, but did not expect that slavery still existed in this world, "Screen them, select forty strong ones to be incorporated into the army, and the rest will be driven to farming, and as for slaves, this word is not allowed to be mentioned in front of me again!"

Korodov didn't know why the lord was so angry, in this era, it was normal for rich nobles to be ransomed, and it was normal for the wealthy soldiers to be sold as slaves, and the winner could get money, and the loser did not have to bother to redeem the captives, which was a battlefield rule that everyone was happy with.

Ignoring them, Stannis instructed the Knight Commander to escort the captives and bring back the captured equipment and supplies.