"It's a war. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "In order to hold the long sword in his hand more steadily, Fetro had to meditate in his heart. He was not a butcher, and blood and corpses did not excite him, especially in the face of these ordinary people who were powerless to resist.

Fetro was a messenger under the Silver Star Mercenary Regiment, and he was supposed to carry bundles of letters with him throughout his life to and from the mercenary liaison stations of different city-states until he died of old age - just like his father, and his father's father.

But in the past few years, the country of the extreme north has monopolized the grain of Middle-earth, the Knight Continent has been in chaos, and the Silver Star mercenary group that has been encircling the west for hundreds of years has collapsed and fallen apart like giants in the twilight. Panic, hunger, and chaos spread like a plague from one city-state to the next.

As soon as the dwarves tightened their food bags, the people of the Knight Continent realized that the famous so-called mercenary groups were just playing a game of self-amusement, as if the music at the carnival dance party had been stopped, and those who maintained the posture of twisting their waists and hips would find themselves nothing more than fools who behaved strangely.

In order to survive, in just a few years, Fetro worked as a thief and even a beggar, and he didn't know what he would have become without the summons of the giant Jesse.

He came to Middle-earth to follow the giant Jesse, completely defeat the dwarves entrenched in Huls, and bring order back to the Knight Continent. So, this is a war, and there is no room for mercy or weakness.

The raged woman screamed and ran out of the farmhouse, and Fetero swept away with a sword, leaving the woman in a different place and the screams stopped abruptly.

"It's a war. He reminded himself again, then jumped off his horse and went into the farmhouse with his sword in hand.

After a man's scream, Fetro emerged from the farmhouse and turned on his horse.

He took the reins and turned the horse's head, looked around for a moment, and after making sure that there was not a single living person in the whole village, he clamped the horse's belly with his legs and headed northwest.

It's almost sixty kilometers from the North Fall Cliffs, which is far enough. After making sure that there were no dwarven ambushes and that all the villages had been cleansed, Fetro needed to continue his sweep westward, catching up with the main army and reporting what he had seen.

The horses' hooves trampled across the wheat fields and towards the endless wasteland, and Fetro suddenly let out a soft "huh".

Why didn't there be a single child in this village just now?

Fetro frowned slightly, and after a few seconds, he decided not to dwell on the minutiae, and rode his horse to speed, leaving the village lying in a pool of blood far behind.

......

As the sun rose higher and higher, the blood gradually coagulated, the corpses and internal organs became stiff and darker, and the pervasive smell of blood attracted countless mosquitoes and flies.

By the time the fishy smell turns foul, the sun has set in the west.

A large carriage drove slowly along the stone-paved road, and the old coachman, who was in charge of picking up and dropping off the students of the public school, was whistling pleasantly, and seemed to be in a bad mood.

This is already the northernmost village within the public school area, and as long as the children in the carriage are sent here, he will be done with the day's work.

At this moment, a twelve or thirteen-year-old child poked his head out of the curtain behind him.

"Little one, your grandfather didn't wait for you at the intersection today!" said the coachman with a smile.

The kid named Ethan pouted, sniffled again, and said a little childishly, "Uncle Kraft, do you smell anything?"

The driver who was driving the car took a deep breath when he heard this, and suddenly felt a little ominous. He whipped the horse's back, and with a snap, the carriage sped up violently.

When the carriage stopped at the door of Ethan's farmhouse, the coachman shouted eagerly, "Little Ethan, don't look!"

But it was too late, and the children in the carriage had already jumped off.

"Grandpa......" The child threw himself into a pool of blood in the vegetable patch in front of the door, and with a "buzz" sound, the flies and insects gathered in a clump scattered in all directions.

The coachman rushed forward, picked up the crying child, strode back to the carriage, then grabbed the child who was still kicking and beating with one hand, and pulled the reins with the other, turning the carriage in the lane and galloping away towards the road.

In the blink of an eye, he had seen the headless corpse of a woman at the door of the farmhouse. Now, the whole village is silent, and it is obvious that it is not as simple as being robbed.

The coachman, who was old and knew the seriousness of the matter, looked nervously back as he drove the carriage, the wooden carriage dragged by two adult horses, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

And the child in the driver's arms was already fainting from crying.

......

“...... You mean, the corpse was split in half, neatly organized?" the young man named Mr. Leo looked to be in his early twenties, the only teacher in this remote school, who was usually sven, but now his eyes were wide open, and his voice was a little hoarse from nervousness.

"That's right, the old man's body is ...... like this," the old coachman gestured to his chest, his hands trembling terribly, "it was split in half, and the intestines flowed all over the ground, and the head of the woman at the door was missing, and it must have been cut off alive......"

"What else do you see?" exclaimed Leo.

"There is no one in the whole village, maybe it is dead...... the coachman's speculation is frightening but reasonable.

"You can take me to see ......," Leo said halfway through his speech, when he suddenly shook his head, "No!" and rushed into the red-brick cottage.

After a while, he rushed out with a bicycle, stepped up in three or two steps, and turned around and shouted, "Kraft, you take Ethan, and follow me to a place!"

......

In the evening, in front of Donner, Wesley, Curley, Sarah, Cynthia, and Ceosei in the warehouse of the Avery Machinery Factory, a worker used a crowbar to pry open the cover of a wooden box one meter five meters square.

Everyone could see it clearly, and what was neatly stacked in the wooden box was a silver magic gun, densely packed.

"Such a box is four hundred. The man who spoke was dressed in a blue cotton overalls, apparently a mechanic who had graduated from an engineering college.

"One, two, three...... Twelve, thirteen, thirteen boxes, exactly five thousand two hundred," Wesley winked at Clay, walked to the wooden box and took out a magic gun, then aimed at the open space in the distance, "bang" a shot, turned his head and squeezed his eyes at Clay, signaling that the goods were aligned, no problem.

Donner looked at the way the guy looked before and after the saddle and thought it was a little funny.

Curry smiled at Wesley, and then said to Donner, "Duke Vane, I thank you on behalf of the people of the Empire. ”

Donner shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said to Wesleyunu, "Don't be so grand, just thank him." ”

"That's right, don't thank the wrong person. Sarah smiled and helped.

While he was laughing, a blue-collar mechanic ran towards Donner.

After a day and a night in the Avery Industrial Zone, Wesley and the others had long been accustomed to having someone report to Donner from time to time, so they didn't take it seriously and still talked and laughed to themselves.

The worker came to Donner and whispered: "Lord Dean, the director of the border defense station Sam Chuanyin, twenty kilometers north of the border station, there was a massacre in the village on the Durer farm, like a knight's ......"

"Knight?" Donner frowned slightly. In the past few years, there have indeed been some vicious incidents in the empire, but all of them are committed by magic apprentices, how can there be a knight slaughtering the village? and it is still so north.

He pondered for a moment, then turned to Cynthia, and said, "Recently, there hasn't been any movement in the north, right?"

"I haven't heard of it. What happened?" Cynthia wondered.

Donner nodded, apologized, and left everyone behind and walked in the direction of the Avery Building. The worker who had come to report followed him.

Queen Curley looked in the direction Donner had left, then at Wesley, and said, "What happened?"

"It seems to be some kind of village massacre," Wesley was a psychiatric mage, and his perception ability was the best among everyone present, only he heard what the worker said, "The murderer is a knight......

"Knight?" Ceoses frowned.

"Where did it happen?" asked Cynthia.

"Frontier ......" Wesley almost told the border guard, and immediately changed his words: "North, the farm in the lower reaches of the Isa River." ”

Cynthia and Ceosis looked at each other.

"Probably not. Cynthia said softly: "We are stationed in the five major northfall cities, and they can't come up from other places." ”

"Hmm...... Probably not. Ceoses nodded.