Dust flew, and the dazzling light of the fire inside the house shone to the door. Inside, seven 'vagrants' with tattered clothes and a dirty appearance looked over with wide eyes. At first they thought it was a strange bear or something that shattered the door, in a moment of panic did not react.
And when they got a good look at the hideous figure with a hideous face and covered in blood, they were sure that it should be a man.
"Giant! A giant! ~Damn, how can there be a giant!" Someone was so frightened that he shouted outright.
An arrow faltered and flew over, and was casually knocked away by Alexander's shield, which he didn't even bother to raise.
"How dare you damn bandits attack the knights under the lord lord?! Alexander said roughly with a bull's-eye glare, while the latter sentence roared directly: "It seems that I should not even be kind enough to come over to negotiate, because you simply do not want to live!!!"
With that he stepped through the thick door panel and took a big step inside, with a click, the door panel was shattered by him, and this scene even made a guy standing next to the fire shake twice - the 'giant' walking towards him in front of him was too stressful, he took two panicked steps back and almost fell into the fire.
Lord lord, subordinate knights, negotiations.
For a moment, the group of bandits looked at the invincible giant in front of them and felt that they were not dealing with a man, but an army.
"We are not bandits, not bandits, my lord!" These bandits scrambled to explain, at this moment, they didn't look like any bandits at all, they looked like a group of panicked refugees. Don't say anything about an army, just look at the sword in that man's hand, it's a little bigger than a two-handed sword! And that huge oak shield in his hand is like a small round shield, simply can not raise any courage to fight with him!
"Then why are you holding your weapons against my knights?" A man suddenly came in behind the giant: "Not a bandit? Could it be the 'Grey Glove' rebels?"
With that, he also stopped and looked out in front of the door.
There was a clatter, and the crude weapons fell to the ground.
'Very good,' George thought as he tossed the dagger in his hand, 'the first step has worked.'
He had thought he would have to kill one or two more to deter them, but now it seemed as if he had overestimated the courage of the bandits.
Or rather, in the midst of this doomsday, they were no different at all from those refugees...
Next, Alexander ordered the group of guys to come together. The bandits were very obedient in their roar and soon knelt in a circle behind the campfire with their backs to each other and their hands on their heads.
After that, they began to cower after watching the giant while glaring at them viciously, while munching on the dinner that should have belonged to them.
George circled around the house, occasionally using a nail hammer to jump up one or two things to see. He found that the bandits were not the cowards they appeared to be - at least not when it came to the weak.
So they weren't as harmless as they made themselves out to be.
Inside the house was some washed up blood, and some clothes did not belong to these people, and there were women's things.
After looking around, George will understand exactly what these guys usually do. But his heart did not produce any angry feeling, because this is the end of the world, replaced by him, I'm afraid that will also be so.
Anyone who is hungry will eat people.
Of course, his idea is a little too dark and arbitrary. There are many wild animals in the vineyard, and for there are traps for hunting, so the blood on the ground may also be slaughtered wild animals left. And there were pumpkins next to the church. They were not particularly short of food.
As for those clothes, it is possible that they were just stripped from the zombie body, used to start the fire.
But a lot of things did come from certain villages, so these bandits should have been to some villages to know the exact location.
George thought darkly, his eyes scanned over the bodies of these people.
Not too much time has passed since the two men came in, but this period of silence and silence is making the hearts of those already unarmed people more and more fearful.
Especially when the lord, every time he picked up something, he narrowed his eyes and looked coldly at himself.
"The sins you have committed are enough to hang twice on the gallows!" He finally broke the silence, but it brought despair.
Some people cried and argued, saying that they had not killed anyone. Others darted their eyes from side to side, playing small, while others, tense and slightly straightened, looked over to the door - the wise had reacted that there was probably no one outside, or rather, far from here.
But it would have to be over the scary giant, which was obviously not feasible, so quietly grabbed the knife hidden in his boot again and looked at the lord who looked a little better to deal with... Although he looked a little stronger than his skinny self.
George knew exactly how they reacted, but instead of caring, he was somewhat satisfied.
If they all succumbed at once, he was not comfortable. And what the shelter needed next was a group of wolf cubs who had seen blood.
The lord interrupted those people's words and spoke slowly and leisurely: "But the great God of Asylum is merciful, so if anyone can defeat me, I will give him a chance to live."
"You mean it?" Someone asked. But most of them were lowering their heads without saying a word, or were watching.
The lord's cold eyes fixed on him and nodded up.
The man drew his dagger and stood up. He looked at the lord and looked a little hesitant, but then tightened his grip on the dagger and launched into a fierce fight.
However, a large sword suddenly slashed at him.
The sword was so fast that no one had time to react, the man just took a step and was directly split in half!
The blood spilled out wildly, splashing half of the hall with it. The corpse was still twitching slightly on the ground, while those whose faces were stained with blood could not close their mouths in a daze.
"If you want to fight with my lord, you have to defeat me first!!!" Alexander took a fierce bite of the roast meat in his hand and sat back down on top of the stone. It was as if he had just killed a chicken.
The lord walked slowly back and forth in the hall and said indifferently, "Next."
Not at all ashamed of the so-called 'duel' in his own mouth.
But after hearing these words, those people were completely desperate. They knelt there and cried out, not knowing what to do. Maybe eat a good meal and then go on their way? In any case, it's better than languishing in this terrible world, right?
They can't fight it anymore, they can't even think about it. Look at how their backbone, the leader who just stood up, is hanging.
"Who else wants to try?" The lord reminded again. His words were reminiscent of the countdown to that execution that turned autumn into winter.
Everyone shook their heads and cried out in pain, while others tried to crawl over and kiss the lord's boots to pray to him, yet crawled back under that lord's icy gaze.
"It seems that you all do not want to die, but you all deserve to die." The lord loudmouth heaved his mouth and said, "Then I give you a chance - use the contribution you have made to get your lives back from me. Sir Alexander said to me earlier that he needed some retainers. So if any of you get his approval for your performance afterwards, then I will write to the king and pardon you for your crimes (keep snubbing). And if any of you perform exceptionally well and make outstanding contributions, then there may not be no chance to take off the title of pariah from your head and become my retainers later."
To live, this is the one thing that the vast majority of people in this world, are fighting for.
Now, they seem to have another chance to live better.
This time, George didn't stop the sore and sobbing men from crawling over to kiss his boots.
Kicking the dogs, the lord lord ordered them to pack up their things and grab their weapons. The lord wanted them to pack up and get on their way quickly, because he had a 'place of salvation'.
The men packed up and retook their weapons. They stepped over the corpse, which had begun to freeze, and surrounded Alexander. This time, they had a backbone again, and this backbone looked like it could definitely get them for longer.
George noticed that at this moment, there was an additional line above the heads of these bandits: ['really not very reliable' escort]
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