"I really didn't expect that the robbers actually fled because they were afraid of Lord Lester, and it was the group of decapitators and robbers who terrified countless people in the north! All of them are ruthless characters who kill people without blinking! ”

"Compared to Lord Lester, those robbers are just chickens and dogs, and we didn't die many people in a battle, but they haven't even seen Lord Lester's face, so they are naturally afraid of Lord Lester...... Not to mention, in order to intimidate the robbers, there are more than a hundred heads close to the side of the mountain, and just looking at them will scare me......"

"If you want me to say, if you follow Lord Leicester's development, you will definitely be able to win undefeated, and you will truly have a bright future...... If only Lord Leicester were willing to recruit troops in the village of Knorr, I would definitely follow Lord Leicester to fight to the death......"

"Emmons, I'...... I want to accompany Lord Leicester tonight, is that okay? ”

"Of course I agree, my good wife, Lord Leicester saved our whole village, but, but, with your appearance, it would not be good if you scared Lord Lester at night, so...... Why don't I go, you put on makeup for me......"

The villagers of Knoll Village are full of discussions.

The shadow of the robbers' attack dissipated, and the sunny smile reappeared on everyone's face.

Leveling the ground, eliminating traps, cleaning the battlefield, and burning corpses are all things to be done after the war.

The village of Knoll was full of blood, but most of the corpses were bandits, which more or less made the villagers who cleaned up the battlefield and the people of the Noxian levy army who acted spontaneously a little uneasy.

said that it was good to fight a vicious battle, and said that it was good to use courage and blood to fight against a powerful enemy, but in the end, his side did not shed much blood, and the robber he killed fled with his head.

Even the disabled veteran of Noxus, looking at the robbers who died tragically everywhere, couldn't help but feel a little chill in his heart.

In the center of the village, the majestic Noxian grandmother stood among the corpses of a group of robbers with a half-human-high nail stick, her eyes were a little dazed, and she was soon helped away by the disabled Noxian veteran arranged by Lester.

Margaret, who was soaked in blood, chopped off the excess with two swords, lowered her head to pick up the robber's inlaid iron armor that could still be reforged, and listened to the voice of the villagers praising Lord Leicester in her ears, and her face couldn't help but be a little more dizzy.

Leicester ...... Adult ......"

In the village chief's room, Lester listens to Meredith and Ultraman doing post-war statistics.

The first to speak was Meredith, the female mage with a look of reverence.

"Lord Lester, this time the defense of Noll Village is quite perfect, our casualties did not exceed thirty people, but many villagers of Noel Village were killed by arrows when the second group of robbers attacked, fortunately, the number is not much, only twenty-nine, the rest are wounded,

Now Noir Village has shown a considerable degree of worship for Lord Leicester, who uses soldiers like gods, and if Lord Leicester wants to recruit troops in Noir Village, many people will definitely enlist. ”

Nodding noncommittally, Lester looked at Ultraman.

"The robbers may not be without the possibility of a comeback, you remember to find someone to gather the captured horses, find someone who can ride a horse to form a cavalry to reconnoiter near the village of Knoor, in case the two hundred or so robbers go and return, all that remains is to repair the army, clean the battlefield and redistribute weapons and armor, which must be completed by tonight."

"Understood."

Ultraman nodded respectfully, his tone very humble.

"Lord Leicester, and the fifty captives of North Norr Village who were released back by the robbers have been settled according to your orders, what do you think will be done?"

"Captive......"

After a deep groan, Lester stood up.

"Take me to see it."

"Yes!"

In the warehouse of Knoll Village, Morris, who was slumped on the floor, obediently took the bread and tile kettle handed by the young man, and mechanically stuffed the food into his mouth, while staring blankly at the few rays of sunlight that came through the high windows of the warehouse.

He knew he was alive, but he didn't understand why he was alive.

His wife was humiliated and taken away by robbers and taken to the unknown north, where his newborn son was killed by robbers and turned into minced meat.

He succumbed to the robbers' obscenity and came to the village of Noor, and when he came to the end, he somehow survived.

He didn't understand why he continued to gasp for breath when he was so incompetent.

Taking the kettle, which had only been drunk a little, Epsol sighed, and without saying anything more to the dejected man in front of him, he took out another piece of bread from the open pocket of the villager on the side, and turned to walk towards the other person.

The survivors were all young men, otherwise they would not have been able to walk to the village of Knoll without eating or drinking after being beaten.

At this moment, there are more people who need bread and water, and he can't stop, and he also needs to explain to the survivors who still have the will who saved their lives, and finally refuse the other party's request to join in the disappointed eyes of the survivors.

The only one who could decide the fate of these captives was that person.

He understood why the man had let him be here, but he didn't understand it too much.

I don't know how long later, the boy and the villagers who delivered water and food had long since left, and the door of the warehouse had long since closed again, decaying, dim, and numbness had once again descended on this square inch.

Maurice stared blankly with bloodshot eyes and chapped lips, but he didn't mean to move.

He felt that it might be a good thing that he was just dead.

Maybe you can see your dead son, or maybe your wife is also dead and waiting for you on the road.

It wasn't until the door of the warehouse opened, that Morris struggled to turn his godless gaze to look at the handsome man shrouded in sunlight.

The man glanced lightly at the crowd that looked like the walking dead, and seemed to be a little disappointed, and after a long time, the man only said two words.

"Want revenge?"

The man turned away without the slightest nostalgia.

"If you want revenge, come with me."

The door to the warehouse is still open.

Struggling to get up from the ground, Morris bit his lip, the peculiar smell of blood cleared his consciousness a little, and only one last thought remained in the man's mind.

"Keep up with him, at all costs, revenge ......"

……

After an afternoon of concerted efforts, most of the pits had been filled in by the village of Knor, and the robbers' bodies had already been burned to bones, lying in the pits with the spitting and cursing of the villagers.

The dead horses are skinned by the villagers, who make leather armor overnight, and the meat is salted and dried for most of it, and a small part is eaten.

In the clearing outside the village, the blood had long since dried up.

Merrily villagers and soldiers of the Noxian Levy gathered around the campfires, dancing the merry Noxian barbarian war dance, roasting horse meat with long sticks, and drinking bread and bad ale in hand.

After the targeted selection of the village of Knorr and the Noxian levy, the number of Noxian Black Iron Guards has increased to fifty, and at the moment, Margaret is leading the selection of ready-made or reforged high-quality weapons outside the door of the blacksmith shop.

Beyond the warmth of the world, there is also the cold dark hell.

Dozens of men who looked like lonely ghosts were away from the crowd and the campfire, soaking naked in the icy black iron river, their bodies frozen and stiff, but motionless, as if they were dead.

On the banks of the river, stands Leicester.