Not long ago, the elite mercenary regiment, which was so strong that it seemed invincible, was wiped out in ashes. In a combat form that no one had ever seen, it fell down continuously like harvested wheat.
And a group of heavily armed soldiers came out of the woods and began to clean the battlefield and count the dead bodies.
The refugees are all poor people living in the lowest class of society. At best, they are just free people who are struggling to survive. These people who have not been educated and have seen much can't see the equipment of those soldiers and other nobles. What a difference the armies all looked the same expensive steel armor, with swords in their hands (although they didn't use those swords at all), the same vicious and terrible.
The refugees who fled to the depths of the camp due to the explosion had no way out, and were soon found out by these unknown soldiers from the stone caves and tattered tents, and brought them to the square where they had gathered before. The civilians used violence, but these terrified people were still trembling, not at all more at ease than when they were used by mercenaries with swords.
For most people in this era, robbers, mercenaries, and soldiers are all the same, and in fact these three roles can be interchanged at any time.
Joan huddled beside the crowd, carefully lowering her sense of presence. She didn't know where these soldiers came from, but they were uniformly equipped and moved in an orderly manner. They were obviously the troops of a noble lord, and a noble lord Why did they suddenly come to destroy a mercenary group? This is really bad, but no matter what, it is definitely not aimed at saving a group of "untouchables".
Maybe what they want to do is to catch slaves in the same way as the mercenaries before. Although the orthodox nobles seldom do these things by themselves, for the barbaric and chaotic southern border, there are also deviant nobles.
That unusually tall man should be the leader of these people. He commanded another knight and a girl who seemed to have elven blood. All the soldiers around him were in awe of him. The man walked over here.
The refugees gathered together in fear, and many of them had scratches from being pushed or fell down. Gao Wen really couldn't tell which of these people was the "leader" of the refugee team, so he stood He said loudly next to the crowd: "I am the lord of this land, you don't have to be afraid, I am here to protect you. Are you all here?! Is there anyone missing or injured and unable to move?"
These refugees were startled by Gawain's loud voice, and then startled by his status as a lord. As a result, the first reaction was to step back in unison, and then you looked at me and I looked at you. No one was there. Dare to speak up.
Gawain frowned, and at this time Priest Wright had wiped off the blood stained by the "Silence Technique" on his hands, and came to Gawain's side.
"Holy light! Look at the physical condition of these poor people!" The burly pastor exclaimed, drew a holy symbol on his chest, and then opened his hands to mutter, a hazy and holy radiance Then it emerged in the air in all directions, and as Wright recited specific sentences in the Holy Light Prayer, these shimmering lights gradually formed a magic spell that can restore energy in a large area and heal minor injuries, "May the Holy Light heal you. "
Except when they are being punished, poor people at the bottom rarely have the opportunity to get close to real magic or magic. A large-scale "micro-effect holy light" is only the most basic first-level magic, but it still allows these People were in awe, and even slightly agitated.
After casting this basic magic spell, Wright discovered that among the refugees there were more seriously injured people, and the weak magic spell had no effect on them, so he pulled these people out of the team one by one and treated them individually.
A thin, dark-haired girl was more seriously injured than the others, and her injury had been worse for more than a day. Her arm and shoulder had been bitten by some kind of fangs Infection occurred in this harsh environment, and compared to this injury, the bloody new wound on her face was nothing to worry about.
"You're lucky." Wright used the holy light to purify the infected wound on Joan's arm, "Look, look, it's starting to fester in a few days, and you'll have a high fever, and you might lose your life by then !"
Joan could feel that her injury was improving at an incredible speed, and the noble lord standing beside him who claimed to be the lord had turned his attention to her, and she heard him say: "The injury on your arm was not caused by those mercenaries. Made it?"
"... was bitten by a wild animal." Joan restrained the tension in his heart and replied fearfully.
"What about the face?"
"By their whips."
"...Don't be afraid, these mercenaries can't hurt you anymore," Gao Wen comforted the bruised girl, "How many of you are there? Are you all here?"
Tom's figure flashed through Joan's mind for a moment, and she bit her lip, wondering if she should speak.
"You don't have to worry, I have already said that I am the lord here. This land belongs to the Cecil family, and you have been placed under the protection of my army." The Cecil family is committed to restoring order in this land , we are looking for and collecting homeless people scattered throughout the area. "
Speaking of this, he raised his head and raised his voice: "Not only you, if you know other refugee settlements, you can also tell me that as long as you abide by the laws made by Cecil, I will allow every homeless person to live in Live in this land, and those who provide information about refugees can get extra rewards!"
The crowd became agitated slightly. This kind of "nobility opened the door and accepted the homeless to live in the territory" was something they had never heard of. The first reaction of most people was surprise and disbelief, and some even doubted this. Is it some kind of trap, but the "extra reward" has attracted their attention, and Joan can feel the crowd behind her shaking. heard someone speak
"My lord, my lord, most of us escaped from Vulture Territory," a thin, dark-skinned man boldly said, "there was a flood, the land and houses were destroyed, and all the food was destroyed. The lord closed the gate of the castle and let us wait outside to die, and some of us escaped... Do you really let us refugees live on your land?"
"As long as you abide by the laws of this land and act according to my rules," Gawain said affirmatively, "and you can rest assured that Cecil's laws are definitely much more benevolent than those you were supposed to abide by."
"That… "
Just as the shriveled and thin man opened his mouth to say something more, there was a sudden noise in the woods. Knight Philip came back from patrolling the woods with a dozen soldiers, and two soldiers escorted a limping, A boy with a red nose.
"My lord!" Knight Philip reported loudly that he found a person in the woods who might be a refugee who ran out. He attacked us with a bow and arrow, but he didn't hurt anyone and was caught by us. "
Joan's heart tightened, and she looked up in horror. Sure enough, she saw Tom being held by two soldiers on the edge of the woods.
One of the soldiers still had the familiar hunting bow passed down from his father hanging on the buckle around his waist.
In an instant she figured out what happened: Tom said he was looking for mushrooms, but he took the bow and arrow secretly, probably because he was going to venture into the depths of the woods to hunt, but he neither caught the prey nor was he killed by the hungry people in the woods. Eaten by wild beasts, he fell into something worse: this impudent fool, who attacked the lord's knights and soldiers with his bow and arrows!
Joan just felt dizzy and dizzy, and she was about to fall down as soon as her body softened, which shocked Wright who had just finished treatment for her: "Holy Light! Could there be something wrong with my healing technique?!"
And the young man at the edge of the woods also saw his sister, and the situation inside and outside the camp. He didn't know what happened here, so he exclaimed: "Sister?! What's going on here?!"
"You guys know each other?" Gawain waved his hand, signaling Knight Philip to let the thin young man come over, "Why did he attack my people?"
"Tom! You have caused a disaster!" Joan grabbed Tom's arm, almost trying to pinch his flesh off. "You attacked the lord's soldiers!"
"I... I thought they were robbers..." Tom looked horrified, "I heard them talking about what to do with the dead bodies..."
The corner of Gao Wen's mouth twitched, he understood the situation.
"That seems to be a misunderstanding." He looked at the confiscated hunting bow. This kind of low-quality bow and arrow can only be used to deal with wild beasts in the forest. It is not suitable for Cecil combat soldiers with enchanted armor or knights like Philip. Yan Yan is not even a toy, "Philip, who was attacked?"
A magical infantryman stood up: "Report, sir, it's me, but I'm fine!"
"My lord, this seems to be a misunderstanding," Philip said proactively. "The knight should be tolerant. I don't think it is necessary to hold this young man accountable as long as he can remember his lesson and stop being so impulsive again."
Gao Wen is liking Philip more and more for his unknowingly flattering personality...
"Since it's a misunderstanding, then I won't blame you, but after all, you took the initiative to attack people, so a moderate punishment is still necessary." Gawain looked at the young man with the red nose, and he noticed that after he finished speaking, Halfway through the sentence, the young man and her sister trembled at the same time, with expressions of nervousness and fear on their faces. It seemed that they were familiar with the meaning of "moderate punishment" in the mouth of nobles, but on Gawain's side, The so-called moderate punishment is really just a moderate punishment, "Just do things to make up for your mistakes... By the way, can you and your sister find other refugee settlements?" 8)