After looking at the road sign for a while, the traveler took action, directly found a flat ground on the ground near the big tree, concentrated his energy, and made a sword finger shape on the middle finger of his left index finger, which suddenly tilted upward.

"Axe Yin Death!"

There was a muffled rumble on the flat ground, and a large square pit appeared on the original ground.

"After digging so many pits for the Soviet Red Army, I finally don't have to do it myself. Master, you see, how neat the edges of this pit are, and the disciple's business level is becoming more and more proficient, right?"

"Yes, can you not report the name of the move every time before the start of work..."

When the traveler heard this, he didn't answer, as if he hadn't heard, and automatically ignored it, humming "What a jasmine flower~" in his mouth, while bending down and moving the corpses that fell under the tree into the pit one by one.

This time he didn't use spells, nor did he use violence, which was the least respect for a deceased. It is also what he learned from the battlefield, the return of the living to the living, and the return of the dead to the dead, without disturbing each other.

"Master, judging from these corpses, these people's lives are not very good~ You see, the clothes they wear are very simple, just sew a few pieces of cloth together with needles and threads, and a few holes in the right position can pass through the head and arms, it's just too simple. The traveler, humming a song and working hard, expressed his opinion.

"Maybe that's why they were hanged, because the lives of poor people are worthless, and they can only serve as a deterrent. The red raven said.

"This outfit looks like it's somewhere in medieval Europe~ whatever. "Travelers are a bit of an optimist, and have learned to be at ease with what comes their way.

After a while, a voice came from behind the traveler, "Hey, Outlander, what are you doing in Temerian land?"

The traveler turned around and noticed that there were several people on the road next to the tree, and from the tone of his voice, it was obvious that they were locals, but he didn't know what place this Temeria belonged to, and he had not heard of the name.

These people were all dressed in simple clothes, and the style of clothing was mostly similar to that of the corpses, but there were some differences in different colors. One of them, with his hands tied, chainmail on the outside, and a formal black uniform and boots on the inside, did not look like an ordinary person.

"I'm looking for a new home for these poor fellows, and I can't let them sleep in the open air because they're going to catch a cold. The traveler explained, and went on with what he was doing.

"You're a nice guy. ”

"Okay, he'll get out of the way, now it's the guy's turn to deal with it. It's so fat, it looks like it's eating well... They were all fed with grain stolen from our fields, and now it's time to give it back to us. ”

"Hang him here! Wait a minute, and the Grim Reaper will come and talk to him!"

When the traveler heard their conversation, he immediately put down his busyness, and it seemed that there would be a death here.

"What did he do to you? Did you bring him here to hang him?"

A strong man whose trouser legs were simply tied with two hemp ropes said, "Foreigner, don't you see that he is wearing the soldier's uniform of the Nilfgaard Empire?

A bearded man said, "We usually swallow our anger and silently endure the oppression they bring. This deserter suddenly appeared in the village just last night... He wanted to exchange a ring for some bread and water. Who knows if the ring he gave him was taken after killing our brave Temerian lads on the battlefield. ”

"We've been robbed of by those abominable Nilfgaard men in black, and we've got no food left. They have trampled our fields, plundered our barns, and burned our orchards. Now, it's their turn to pay off their debts, we can't kill those men in black, can't we deal with a deserter on the battlefield. He has no bread to eat now, only to be hanged!" added a blacksmith in a breast-robe, with an unscabbarded steel sword hanging from his waist, apparently the soldier's weapon.

"Please, good Samaritan, I'm just a deserter. I gave up my rank and glory just to go home to my wife and my newborn daughter! I can give them whatever they want, and I want to spare my life and let me go home, and I don't want to fight!"

At this moment, everyone present saw that the traveler's waist suddenly lit up, and then darkened again.

The traveler was silent for a while, and when he saw that several villagers were already putting ropes around the soldiers' necks, he immediately spoke, "Please let him go, he is just a father who wants to go home and take care of his wife and children." ”

"Let him go? Shall we give him a little gold for his travel, and saddle him in the saddle?" said someone sarcastically.

"Yes, what the man in black did to us, we have to return the revenge!"

The traveler sighed, "It is true, but, for revenge, you can go to a regular soldier, he is just a deserter, he is no longer a warrior, and Nilfgaard will not let him go." Why should the poor man be embarrassed by the poor man? I have already made my attitude clear, and if you still want to persevere, then we will have to try it in a different way. ”

"Where did you come from, you masked guy who doesn't dare to show your true face, and why are you talking to the invaders?"

"Kill this dog mongrel! Look at him wearing a black robe, maybe he's also in the same group as the man in black!"

As soon as the blacksmith gave the order, the rest of the villagers immediately drew the sticks from their waists, and the four of them formed a semicircle and surrounded the travelers.

Dealing with these ordinary people, the traveler really has no interest, the war is just a careerist's game, but it is the soldiers and civilians on both sides who suffer, maybe peace and prosperity are the goals behind it, and he can't judge whether the process is right or wrong.

The traveler snapped his fingers slightly, and a fire began to rise from the feet of the four villagers. The flames were strung quickly, and they came up along their rudimentary trouser legs and clothes.

"Warlock! He's a Warlock!

"It's hot, it's hot, it's burning me!"

"Run, we can't beat him, he's a cursed devil, run!"

Several villagers shouted and ran into the distance, no longer caring about the soldiers tied up on the ground.

Looking at the villagers who ran away, the traveler snapped his fingers again, and the flames on the villagers were immediately extinguished. He took care to control the temperature, so that it would not burn them, but only a few blisters, also to teach them a lesson.

"Thank you very much, Warlock, if it weren't for your presence..."The first thing the unbound soldier did when he stood up was to thank the traveler.

"You're welcome, because what you say is the truth, I'll help you. If you say it's just an excuse to go home to see your wife and children, you're going to be hanged here. ”

"Truth, truth, absolute truth. My wife gave birth to a small child for me before the war began... It's a girl. I named her Beatrice, which was her grandmother's name, in her honor. ”

"Beatrice, what a good name, now that it's safe, you should get out of here. Take the small road, don't take the big road, and take a detour when you encounter a village, or you will be discovered by these angry villagers, and then I will not be able to save you. ”

"Thank you again for your kindness~" The soldier bowed to the traveler, turned to the bushes to the south and ran.

The traveler sighed, and turned back to continue his unfinished work, when he heard several clapping voices from beside him.

"It's a good show, and I don't seem to be the only one who is compassionate. ”

"I just don't like the abuse of lynching, and using lynching against the weak is despicable. When the traveler looked up, he saw a tall black horse standing on the side of the road, and a figure was sitting on the black horse, and it was evident that the voice was from the owner of the figure.

The traveler noticed the black horse's hind rump, and a large urn-like animal head was carefully tied and hung from it with hemp rope.

The hooked beak of the eagle has a face that resembles a lion, and the brown and blackened fur on the back of the face indicates that it was once an extremely ferocious beast, but now it is hung on the back of a horse as a trophy.

"What is that? I haven't seen anything like this?" asked the traveler curiously.

"This is the griffon, the trophy I hunted in the village of White Orchard, it has gone mad because its mate was killed by humans, it is constantly attacking the caravans and logistics that come and go on the road, and it is also a poor fellow entrusted by the army with me to kill him. What about you? What are you doing? I see a big crater over there. ”

"I'm dealing with some poor fellows too, and if you come and help me, maybe we'll be able to get a tavern for a good drink later in the day. ”

"That's it, I think you're an interesting person. ”

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