Maybe from tomorrow onwards, no one will want to talk about this place again. No one will want to settle here anymore. All that remains is a scorched earth, a barren land, a pile of corpses, a bunch of unjust souls who died in vain, and a sad story.

Someone may have recorded this tragedy. Although this man is not me.

I ran out of the burning village with my sword in hand. Ralph was already standing outside the village. I knew he was staring at me, but I didn't bother to look at him.

The bandits came back one after another.

"Holy God! What about Grote! Who saw him! Who was with that idiot just now! "Ralph is checking people.

"Me, it's me!" A guy with pigtails responded. "He ......"

"Where?" Ralph interrupted the guy with a yell, scaring the guy.

"He, he...... He's dead. As he spoke, he pulled out a small package of blood from the back of his buttocks.

"Fuck!" Ralph scolded but instead of taking the bag, he looked at me.

He looked at me for a moment, then pulled the reins and shouted, "Retreat!" ”

The evening breeze blows gently, blowing how many sweet dreams, how much relaxation it blows, and how many pains it blows away, all of which are scattered in the night.

It was almost daylight when I got back to my lodging farm, but I didn't feel sleepy in the slightest.

When he arrived at the station, Ralph didn't say a word. It wasn't much different from his previous taciturnity, but I knew what he meant in his eyes.

"Ralph! Grote's death is strange! I don't believe he's going to be killed! Everyone is fine, not even injured! How could he die! The guy in the horned helmet asked loudly with all his might. Although he asked, Ralph's eyes kept on me.

I looked at him, and then at Ralph. Ralph looked at me, then at the guy, looked at me and said to him, "You'll have to ask him about it yourself." ”

"Grote is what he killed! Definitely! I swear to God! The guy glared at me and shouted with his finger at me.

I wiped the blood from my breastplate and raised my eyelids to glance at the guy.

"That's enough!" Ralph let out a loud cry of impatience. "Rest and leave at noon."

"Ralph, this rookie must have done it!"

"He can't even beat a rookie, and of course death and injury are inevitable! You! If you have time to fight with someone, take care of yourself first! Ralph entered the house without looking back.

The guy looked at Ralph hatefully and glared at me fiercely. I watched him spat on the ground, but the guy gritted his teeth and turned away.

After a short break of a few hours, at noon, after sweeping the traces of the farmstead, we assembled again. After forming a team of three or four people, they split up and moved towards the mountains in the north.

I dismissed any attempt to escape. Escaping now may not be the best plan, Farad is certainly not an easy fellow, and I'll need him in the future if the mark on my arm is not kept. Also, I don't know if I'll be hunted down after I escape. Watch what happens, but I'm not going to kill civilians.

In the middle of the night on the third day, we arrived at the gathering point in the mountains, which was really not small.

It was only after dawn that I could see the tents and the people walking around, and I estimated that there must have been at least 200 people. That's a lot more people than in the last two raids. I can't imagine that there are so many bandits, this group of thugs gathered together, I really don't know which village is going to suffer again.

These guys don't seem to have any discipline at all, and the camp is surprisingly chaotic. Not only are there drunk guys, but fights and gambling can also be seen everywhere, and two guys with dragon yang fetishes are fighting hand-to-hand in the tent. It's spicy eyes.

I sat alone under a big tree outside the camp, which was not so noisy. I don't know when I developed the habit of sharpening my sword, but no matter how I sharpened it, it still couldn't reach the shape I remembered, and the blade of the sword shone brightly on the shadow of a person.

While I was in a daze, another small group of men entered the camp in the distance. There are more and more people, which is not a good sign.

At the time of supper, I also heard the news of the massacre of the two villages reaching the ears of the king. Talenmir has now organized a militia and the towns and villages have been armed. And it is said that Prince Oriden Pirenod's army led by Ravenhold has begun to patrol the perimeter to hunt down the bandits.

But these bandits do not seem to have taken the prince's army into account at all. In their mouths, the combat effectiveness of this group of old soldiers is not worth mentioning at all. I don't know what these regular armies were, but the vicious murderers in front of me seemed a little more terrifying.

There was also news that piqued my great interest, that they were going to attack a large place, where there was gold, silver, and women. While authenticity is not confirmed, it appears that the target was the town of Hillsbrad. Actually, I knew this place, and though I had no way of knowing what the town of Hillsbrad was like, more than two hundred bandits had gone together to raid it, and seeing how excited they were, I could guess what might end there.

We had only brought two days' rations with us, and it seemed that this time they were going to have to fight quickly.

The guy named Gannis appeared at the front of the group, talking to a few of the leaders. Some say he's the head, others say there's someone above him. He was fully armed and armoured today, and the team was covered with a variety of clothes and equipment, the only symbol that could be recognized was the brown mask on his face.

In the past, a team of a few hundred people seemed to be nothing at all, and a few hundred people could be easily wiped out in minutes. But today, when I stood in the middle of the line and saw hundreds of horses huddled together waiting to go, I realized what it meant to take things for granted. Especially when these hundreds of centaurs start to move, not to mention the ground shaking, I think the enemy will be squeezed and trampled like a small ant, but strangely there is an inexplicable sense of security in the crowd.

Coming down from the mountain, we galloped over the rolling fields. Several scout teams were sent out to keep us safe.

A few veteran bandits boasted about the prosperity of the town as they walked, describing the town's famous taverns and brothels, and some of the surrounding ones were eager to rush in and vent. Violence always makes people's blood rush to the point of forgetfulness, and the surging hormones make men lustful.

In the evening we slowed down. As the night grew darker, the scouts gradually returned to their main forces, and we were immediately solving the problems of food and peeing.

The lights, when we saw the lights in the distance, the whispers in the team gradually quieted down. Everyone stared silently at the lights in the distance, and I saw the hungry glint in their eyes.

The group was quietly separated, and my group rode around the side of the town, stopping on a small hill on the outskirts of the town, overlooking the small town. The group of bandits I was in estimated to be at least fifty people. This team was more than enough to attack a village.

The stars overhead blinked. Look at what is about to happen on the ground. The wind seemed to hold its breath as well, lest the demons draw their swords against it.

There was a fire. Finally saw a fire in a corner of the town, and someone laughed. There was a commotion in the ranks. I looked at Ralph at the front of the line, but he was still motionless. Everyone was watching him and waiting for his instructions.

When the sudden lighting of torches around the town was seen rushing towards the town, the silent air was torn apart by Ralph's sword. The team instantly heard the sound of swords unsheathed.

The wolves bared their claws and howled and pounced on the lambs to the slaughter.