Bair patrolled the camp with his sword, and this was his territory.

Everyone he met in the camp would salute him with reverence, and Bair would smile and nod his head in greeting.

Several children were giggling and playing with each other while grabbing a freshly caught ground lizard, and when they saw Baier from a distance, they immediately rushed over like a swarm.

"Uncle Byer, this is the prey we just caught using the method you taught, for you. A leading child raised the ground lizard in his hand like a treasure.

"Well, I accept your offering, and in order to reward you for your successful promotion to hunter, I will reward you with this ground lizard again. How about you now go to Aunt Marcy and ask her to roast it for you, and then you can have a good meal and grow a little more strength, and when you grow up, you can help Uncle Bair hunt the bears?" said Beye, smiling.

"Well, in the future, I must become a great warrior like Uncle Bair!" said the leading boy loudly.

"Work hard, and you're sure you'll all become even better fighters than Uncle Byer. Byer smiled and touched the little boy's head.

When the other children saw this, they all shouted.

"I want it too. ”

"I want it too. ”

Crying and laughing, Bayer had to touch them one by one.

At this moment, a tall, strong man came over, and when he saw that Baier was laughing with the children, he quietly stood aside and stood straight.

After Byer had coaxed the bear children away, the man stepped forward and said to Byer, "Head, Old Patton's camp has been taken by the gnolls. ”

"Old Patton, when did it happen?" asked Beyer, puzzled.

"Two days ago in the night, two survivors had just come to us, and according to them, the gnolls broke the fence of the camp and the people in the camp were caught off guard and collapsed. ”

"Just break the fence? The fence at Old Patton's camp is made of two layers of iron oak. Could it be that there is another ferocious gnoll in this territory?"

Ferocious gnolls are a nuisance there, they are always quick to rally a gang of men, and then they will attack humans with impunity.

The two survivors said that they had been digging the Mithril Mine for a day, slept deeply, and escaped with the crowd without seeing what was going on, bringing with them a piece of ore. However, when the old liar saw it, Glo said that it was fake silver. The tall man smiled and explained to Byer.

"Mark, it's not funny, they're all poor creatures, just like us. Baier looked at some of his gloating subordinates with displeasure, and said with some sternness.

"That's what they deserve!, when you asked old Barton to bring someone to join us, he refused, and now I understand, it turns out that he thought he had discovered a Mithril mine, and he wanted to swallow it alone, but he didn't count his own death, and killed so many people. Mark said indignantly.

Greed always makes people stupid, and he doesn't pay much attention to the tragic end of Old Patton's camp, but what really bothers him is another thing.

"Did I ask you to send someone to Blackcastle to inquire about the matter?" asked Byer to Mark.

"The people who sent there have not returned. Head, what do you say if the York family comes to co-opt us?" said Mark, worried.

Mark knew what Beyer was bothered about. Ever since they discovered that Victor and his party had begun to build camp, Byer had stopped recruiting other small free-man camps, and had sent men to Blackfort to inquire about the York family.

"The York family is very strong, and if they can really take us in, the big guys can't ask for it, for fear that they will drive us away or think we are bandits. I'm afraid that when the time comes, we will end up in the same fate as Camp Patton. Bair smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Head, there are more than four hundred people in our camp, and more than half of them can fight, as long as the York family is not stupid, they will definitely take us in, I'm just worried that the York family will deal with us after they find out about our incident at Fort Whitewater?"

After hearing Mark ask the question that he was most worried about, Bayer squeezed the long sword in his hand expressionlessly.

This is a heroic longsword forged by the Duoduo Kingdom with a hundred refining methods, and the sharp blade of Sen Leng glows with a purple-gold glow, because the material used to forge this longsword is mixed with some precious pure gold, making this longsword stronger, sharper, and heavier.

The Valiant Sword is a weapon created by the Kingdom of Duoduo to honor the best of warriors. Only those brave warriors who killed more than 10 enemies at a time in battle can only be obtained, and it is not only of exceptional quality but also symbolizes the glory of the warrior, for which the kingdom of Dodor will also engrave the name and deeds of the sword recipient on the sword.

The words engraved on Beyer's heroic sword are as follows: "I would like to use this sword to commend the warrior Berg for his heroic feat of killing fourteen enemies at once in battle."

Berg is the real name of Byer, he was originally a vassal of the Silver Knight of the Kingdom of Duoduo, Viscount Theo West, in the Battle of Fort Whitewater, Berg as the captain of Viscount Theo's personal guard killed and wounded dozens of Sarsan soldiers, and was awarded the heroic sword by the Kingdom of Duoduo.

However, the Battle of Fort Whitewater was more tragic than both sides expected, and in the ensuing offensive and defensive battles, as many as five Silver Knights were killed on both sides, including Viscount Theo, the lord served by Berg.

Viscount Theo was killed, and most of his personal guards were lost, and only eleven people, including Berg, survived. While Berg and the other surviving guards were recuperating from their injuries at Whitewater Castle, Wendell, the younger brother of Viscount Theo, suddenly inherited the title of viscount and ordered Berg and the others to be hanged on charges of defending the lord.

Berg and the others are all loyal to Viscount Theo's family guards, and are naturally jealous of Wendell, who is plotting to seize the inheritance of his nephew, but Wendell's despicable behavior has aroused the dissatisfaction of the military judges of the Duoduo army, so the military judges who have fought side by side with Viscount Theo have created opportunities for Berg and others to escape.

Although Berg and the others escaped from Whitewater Castle, they were still wanted by the Kingdom of Duoduo on charges of betraying their lords within the Rand Empire.

Instead, Berg renamed himself Byer, and only his heroic sword still records his real name and deeds.

"The Yorks are millennial giants and won't take Wendell's despicable guy seriously at all, and they won't mind sheltering us as long as we show enough value. I'm afraid that the inheritance of the territory is other ordinary nobles, and most of them will hand us over to the kingdom of Duoduo. Byer sighed and whispered to Mark, who had been following him.

Just when the two of them were full of worries and relatively silent, the sound of warning suddenly sounded on the guard tower, and the whole camp suddenly exploded like a pot, shouting, whistling, and crying.

Bair and Mark looked at each other, both seeing heaviness and horror in each other's eyes.

Victor rode on horseback and observed the camp about a square kilometer in size at the foot of the hill.

This is clearly a Mott-style wooden fort, with a 7-meter-high double-layered iron oak fence with more than a dozen 9-meter-high arrow towers.

This Mott was built on a vacant lot on the shore of the lake, with only the former village and no main fort. The 5-meter-wide moat on the ground of Mott's former fortress has turned the entire former fort into an island connected to a lake.

Victor looked around and saw that the camp had two trestle bridges built on the side of the lake, and many canoes were tied to both sides of the bridges, and there was a small island in the middle of this turquoise lake.

Apparently this small island in the middle of the lake became the main fortress of the Mott, and when the camp in front could not be held, these freedmen would flee to the island in the middle of the lake in a canoe.

At this time, the camp that had just been very noisy had completely fallen silent, and behind the 7-meter-high wooden fence, there were faintly many figures shaking, and those freemen had already propped up the shelves behind the fence and turned it into a temporary firing platform, and once the battle began, these shooters hiding behind the wooden fence would condescend and pour a deadly rain of arrows on the enemy.

"The camp is well-designed, the guards are well trained, and the people who run the camp clearly have a lot of combat experience. Bruce told Victor that he was amazed by the military qualities displayed by this free man.

"My lord, the layout of this camp and the way the guards lurk are all in a strong Duoduo style, and it seems that the rumors that that Bair participated in the Battle of Whitewater should be true. A heavily armed Nelson added to Victor.

The War Bear mercenaries were hired by the Kingdom of Duoduo and fought against the Sarsanians of the north all year round, and they were very familiar with both the fighting styles of Sacsang and Dordor.

"Nelson sent for a summons for the camp to send a representative to me. Victor commanded lightly.

Bair and Mark looked at the opposing army in confusion from the firing platform. This team of hundreds of people unfurled two noble heraldic flags, one was the flag of the wild boar of the House of York, and the other was the flag of the nightingale they did not know.

"Head, is it the Yorks, or is it another family's army?" asked Mark suspiciously, to Bayer.

"We'll have to wait a little longer. "Bayer couldn't figure out the situation for a while, but now that he has come to the door, it will always come to light.

Sure enough, a cavalryman on the opposite side rode up to the camp and shouted, "On the orders of the lord of this place, Baron Wimbledon, I ask the inhabitants of the camp to send representatives to the lord's tent to receive inquiries from my lordship." Three times before the cavalryman turned his horse and returned to his camp.

The messenger's words sent Bair and Mark's mood to rock bottom.

Although they did not know the nightingale coat of arms of the Wimbledon family, they knew that the history of this family was older than that of the House of York. It's just that this family has long since declined in its long history, and now, they have transformed into a plate of scattered business aristocrats.

Bayer seems to have foreseen the end of himself and the others, which was to be tied up by this Baron of Wimbledon and then given to Viscount Wendell as a quid pro quo for various benefits.

Unwilling to do so, the eleven of their families fled incognito from Dordor to the distant Centaur Hills, where they were attacked by monsters and bandits, wounded, sick, and starved. After they established this free camp, only five of the eleven brothers who fled together are now left.

And for this camp, Bair has put in a lot of effort. He and his brother killed the brutal leader who took pleasure in oppressing other freedmen and took his place as the new leader of the freedfolk group.

When he became the leader of the freedmen, he led them to fight through the thorns and thorns, set up camps, clear wasteland, fish and hunt, and sustain the group. Every time he faced danger, Bayer always took the lead and fought bloodily, and selflessly taught martial arts to other freedmen, so that these freedmen gradually gained the ability to protect themselves and their families.

He was fair and friendly, punished even if he followed his brother along the way, and took care of even the old and the weak, and he established a new order in the community.

His ability and valor, justice and mercy, made him the favor of the freedmen. Everyone in the camp supported him and respected him, and this feeling of being in the spotlight made Baier extremely satisfied, and it slowly soothed the pain in his heart, and he even married the three women in the camp.

In more than a year, the small camp, which originally had only a few dozen people, gradually turned into this large free private camp with more than 400 people under his management.

In the beginning, Baier really hoped to be recruited by some powerful lord, even if it was just an ordinary lord, it would be better than the life of a free man who was displaced. But as the camp grew stronger day by day, his heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment, honor and responsibility, which filled him with fulfillment and joy, and he now only wanted to continue this life forever. Because, he likes the feeling of being loved.

"Keep my sword, I'll go to the baron, you keep the camp, and if I don't come back, don't open the camp gates. Byer handed the Valiant Sword to Mark.

If the House of York were to inherit this territory, given the strength of the House of York, Bayer might choose to give in. However, now the Wimbledons are the masters of this territory. The gap in reality and the ambition of his heart made Bayer decide to give it a shot.

"Head, it's too dangerous! let me go!" Mark anxiously tried to stop Bayer.

"Don't worry, if the camp is not breached, they will not kill me easily, I have a sense of proportion. Bair said confidently.

"If they attack the camp, then you are not welcome! Fight as you please! If you can't do it, retreat to the island. Before leaving, Bayer commanded with a twinkle in his eyes.

The man standing in front of Victor was weathered and looked like a middle-aged man in his 40s who had suffered a lot, but he was muscular and agile yet like a young man. In the face of hundreds of guards, although this bare-handed man made a panicked appearance of shrinking his hands and feet, his eyes were rolling, but Victor clearly found that his gaze was not scattered, and it seemed that his eyes were wandering, but in fact, he was quickly and covertly observing the surrounding situation.

Victor's heart moved, and he directly entered the state of supersensory, and a set of data suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Physique 18, Spiritual 11, Perception 11, Life 15, this is a fierce warrior!

While Victor was observing Byer, Byer was secretly surveying the team in front of him.

The baron, who is headed by black hair and black eyes, has a handsome face, with an elegant temperament but loose muscles, not like a knight nobleman.

On each side of the Baron was an armoured warrior. The one on the right hand, holding two battle axes, has sharp eyes, a sturdy body, looks extraordinary, and the armor is engraved with the nightingale coat of arms of the Wimbledon family, which should be the baron's bodyguard, but he is not a knight, because he does not have the unique pride of the knight lord.

The other, although with empty hands, has a calm and confident bearing, and there are three guards with scales and armor around him, it is obvious that this is a powerful knight. However, the knight and his men's armor are emblazoned with the boar coat of arms, which indicates that they are knights of the House of York.

As for the scene in front of him, Bayer quickly made a judgment: the young lord in front of him and the House of York should be allies. However, this lord must have no knights under his command! Because a lord will not easily ask allies to deal with the internal affairs of the territory, which will expose the weakness of this lord! And this Baron Victor Wimbledon is a weak lord!

This judgment made Bair secretly happy in his heart, and strengthened his desire to be self-reliant.

"What's your name?" asked Victor quietly, to the man.

"My lord, my name is Bair, and may the glory of the Lord of Light shine upon you. Byer bowed his head, hiding the joy from his eyes, and humbly knelt before Victor, exposing his defenseless neck to his sword and axe.

For the little trick in Byer's words, Victor sneered in his heart.

All the lords don't like the Radiant Church to dictate in their own territory, because the Radiant Church will not let the lords and nobles do whatever they want to the lords and freedmen in their territory. For thousands of years, hundreds of lords have been permanently imprisoned in the monasteries of Guangming Mountain by the Glorious Church for the crime of slaughtering free people, until they die of old age.

"I admire your courage, Bair, but now you have usurped my riches by planting, mining, and hunting in my territory. But I would like to uphold the merciful virtue of your lords and bestow upon you the status of your lords. Make a choice now, accept my rule, or leave my territory. "Victor was straightforward with Bayer.

"Thank you, my lord, for your kindness, it is an honor to be your lord, and we are willing to accept your rule. Bair looked pleasantly surprised, and lowered his head.

"Well, close your camp and bring your men to my camp, and I will resettle you. Victor said with a smile.

"Your Excellency, you may not know that our camp has a total of 423 people, and we can only barely make ends meet, if we close the camp and move to the camp of the adults, we will face the dilemma of food shortage, and it will also increase the burden of the people, please keep this camp for the time being. Bair pleaded.

Victor's request made Baier secretly bitter. Keeping the camp was his limit, and it was impossible for him to accede to such a request.

"Oh?!you're rejecting me?!" Victor had an aristocratic smile on his face, but his eyes were cold.

"My lord, we are willing to pay you eighty percent of the offerings, provide you with labor, and accept the management of the village chief appointed by you. We ask you to keep our camp for the time being, as this is how we can survive the cold season of water. Bair bowed to Victor and pleaded.

The Bruce knight next to him said a little impatiently: "Victor, the freedmen refuse the lord's order, and they can be regarded as bandits, and my people and I will clear the way for you and make a ruling." ”

A wooden Mott can't stop a knight's attack, but Bruce is not willing to be charged with the slaughter of free people, and he needs Victor to exercise his lord's discretion before acting.

If Vic decides that Byer is a bandit, then Bruce will lead his men to breach the camp and slaughter the bandits until they are completely out of threat. If Victor decides that Bayer is a freedman, then he and his men will no longer be involved in Victor's settlement of the freedman issue.

Victor remembered that after interrogating the three freemen, Edwin seriously advised him: If this freedman cannot be recovered, it should be resolutely exterminated! They are more of a threat to the territory than the bandits! Because they have actually formed a relationship between protecting and being protected, which must not be tolerated!

Bruce agrees.

Victor clearly saw the sweat on the back of Byer's neck, although his body was still lying on the ground, his whole body muscles were tense, and he would burst out like a beast at any time, or pounce on Victor, or flee back to the camp at an alarming speed.

Victor's palms were also covered with sweat, not because he was afraid that Baier would raid him, even a fierce warrior could not hold a lord hostage with his bare hands under the gaze of a knight, not to mention that Victor was enough to kill the unsuspecting Baier in the state of the apocalypse.

Victor was nervous because he had to make a decision that would decide the lives and deaths of hundreds of people.

Bandits, or freemen, kill, or not kill?

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