''Today is still a sunny day and there are not many monsters on the rolls, so you can say it's a good sign. The territory is now guarded by Martin with those militia, plus this guy, the Night Watch. Basically nothing will happen.''
George did not go directly north, but took advantage of the fact that the lords were not yet out, first detoured to the south of the mill.
Those stone mills had stopped turning and had been washed down. And not far from the field side, filled with wicker baskets newly woven with thatch. At a glance, there were more than two hundred. When the wind blew, the stench of manure and fertilizer was everywhere.
''It's OK. These things are mixed with the manure, no one can tell what's inside.'' George nodded and thought in his mind.
After retracting his gaze, he mouthed the true words to summon the 'peasants'. Several light groups then flew over from that end of the castle. After George saw them coming, he took out the scroll in his arms and compared it to the sky, and five heavenly servants flew in smartly.
The squires watching from the side have long been used to it, they know that there are 'angels' in the shelter, and from the first time they saw the lord, the lord often performed some 'prayer' (daze) rituals they could not understand, as well as strange hand gestures.
By now, this group has completely fallen into the worship of the lord of the escort, no matter what kind of action their boss made, no one will ask more questions. And they will keep quiet, all as if they did not see. They even prayed together secretly in their hearts. Fear of disturbing the Lord's communication with God.
Many people have already begun to rumor that the lord lord is the holy son descending, every time he speaks to the air, he is communicating with the gods...
The team went around from the south then to the north, solved a pile of ten zombies, then walked up the northern slope of the hill and kept going north.
The mountain forest in the middle of autumn is still lush, pine leaves have not yet finished falling, grass and oak trees, ginkgo tree canopy just began to yellow. Many years fallen on the ground all kinds of branches and leaves in the ground covered with a thick layer, like a pine scented cake. And those scattered on the ground acorns, pine towers and mushrooms, is the cake above the pine.
Woodland gradually pulled up, George and others through the pine forest halfway up the mountain, came to the vineyard near the view suddenly opened up.
In the mist shrouded outside, are a series of grape shelves, George into remember when he stood on the hill as a child, the entire vineyards as far as the eye can see, they are surrounded by the lush mountain forest in the middle, enough to spread down several miles away.
And then, looking farther ahead, over a section of pine forest, there is another endless vineyard. At the center, there was the beautiful castle and the surrounding villages.
He often followed his father and hunted here with the hunters, an important event that took place every autumn, with the participation of the lords of the surrounding territories. The nobles who hunted the black bears and wild boars often received the greatest compliments. Because it is not only able to prove their bravery, but also for the people of the territory in addition to the great harm.
You know, the wild boar is the most capable of spoiling the fields, but also the most difficult of all kinds of beasts to deal with. The largest boar, even mountain tigers and bears do not easily dare to mess with. Without seven or eight hunters plus a dozen dogs, no one would dare to hunt those big adult wild boars.
''It's a good time to harvest grapes.'' As George and the others walked, he looked at the vineyard that was already full of weeds and sighed in his heart.
Many of the grape racks had fallen down. The grapes were rotting all over the place. There were also birds flying by as soon as they walked by. Occasionally there are also some wild animals straying through the fog, I don't know if they are wild boars or deer.
Although these wild animals are a bit greedy, and George also knew that Alexander and the retinue, will be able to put the boar. But now they do not have this leisure time. In fact, now the reason for this detour, on the one hand, to see the vineyard, on the other hand, mainly to look at the villages not far away.
Those villages live inside, are the people of Johannes' territory. Although the scale is small, a village is only seven or eight families. But these vineyards on the mountain, but all rely on them to maintain.
But because the scale is smaller, and the distribution is very scattered, so George previously did not play this side of the attention.
But today is just the right way.
After another walk, the vineyard weeds gradually became less, some grapes, but also obviously have been cut and picked traces. This seems to indicate that someone may have picked the grapes some time ago. This made his heart a little excited, and urged the crowd to speed up their pace.
He knew that there had been few zombies on the northern slope of the mountain. It was even possible that even those zombies, all wandered to the south side from other directions. So reasonably speaking, this should be a relatively safe area.
Those people on this side of the territory, should be doing well!
On the way, they also did not see any zombies and corpses, which seemed to further prove his suspicions.
Soon, the group finally crossed the vineyard and came to the very edge. A small village gradually revealed itself from the mist and appeared in front of the group's eyes.
Collapsed stone walls and mud, scattered stones and broken wood and weeds. Complete houses, not a single one could not be seen.
George in the village entrance stood frozen for half a day, as if a blast in the brain.
The scene in front of him, he could not imagine how.
For a moment, his mind suddenly flashed back to the ruins of the shelter...
The squires looked at each other and vigilantly patrolled the small village. But they did not find any person with a corpse, but only found some broken clothes - as if peeling bananas by something peeled. In addition, I don't know who dug out a jar full of copper coins from the ground.
George in the company of Alexander, also walked in this small village half a day. It was surprising to find that there were still some chicken droppings in some places.
"It's new." Alexander squatted down and touched it with his finger: "It should be these two days."
Seeing that he still wanted to put his finger to the innermost part, George hurriedly gave him a slap to stop him.
'But this ruin is not new, those chickens should be back after.' George observed that there were no signs of decay inside this village.
He frowned and looked up at the largest house in the village, looking at the wall that seemed to have been hollowed out with the shattered wooden roof, and a few trees not far away that looked like they had been washed between the rubble by the great water. Suddenly felt a heart palpitation.
The collapsed castle, with those big holes in the roof of the barn came back to him, and George turned right around, called everyone on, and left the village.
'Giants.' He pursed his lips, not saying a word, his face a little ironic.
The destroyed castle he had seen when he woke up came back to him once again.
Several escorts approached his side, and George's face changed back inside. After shaking his head at the men, he sighed and said, "I advised my father a long time ago that this was not the right place for a village to exist. Sure enough, the flash flood ended up completely destroying this place... Oops."
"There is no way to find the tracks on the ground, my lord. I don't know where the villagers have gone. Aigoo..." Jack shook his head and sighed and said, "What a terrible disaster."
George nodded and did not make any indication. However, although his expression was not any abnormal, but his heart was as if that monstrous flood.
He was thinking, this lumberyard in the end is should go should not go. Wait a while is some reason to turn around on the edge of the forest, and then go back to honestly cut trees. Or to die looking for the giant's footprint ...
Of course, the living giant he absolutely do not want to see, that big thing to the castle are trampled, the height is definitely more than ten meters!
But this shelter near the biggest hidden trouble, must find a way to remove it as soon as possible. At least have to confirm his footprint, to understand its movement.
Otherwise the unprepared shelter will usher in the second destruction. And these days, he has built everything, will also be the tree down macaque scattered - in the huge shadow that rushed into the shelter, the people that just built up the faith will not be able to hit!
George secretly clenched his teeth.
'Absolutely not to let it enter the territory!'
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