Since then, and then prank people, she used these tricks to deal with, so that George lost a lot of fun.
Sitting on the newly prepared chaise lounge by the heavenly servants, George rubbed his thighs for a while and yawned repeatedly.
Today was up early, in the woods and dangerous, can be described as a big sweat. This back to the tavern in the fire pit next to a hot, unknowingly fell asleep ...
...
He had a dream, he dreamed that the giant crashed right through the wall and brought a group of small giants into the middle of the village. His own legs were pinned to the collapsed tavern beams, watching those giants chew the collar people, but could not do anything about it.
Rona did not know in what suddenly appeared at his side, she cried while carrying the beam of the room dead, unwilling to go.
No, no, not Rona. It was the witch who had met once!
The giant finally walked slowly, while walking, but also while touching the back of his head. Desperate George struggled hard, shouting for Rona to hurry. Yet she stood with the giant and watched as the giant kept pushing himself around as if they were in cahoots.
"Pissed me off!!!"
"Chief, chief!"
"Let go of me! Let go of me!!!" George waved his hands and flung himself about as hard as he could, finally coming to his senses in the violent shaking.
He touched the wet water on his face and found that it was all dripping from Alexander's body. And the guy was soaked to the bone.
George was still a little dazed until he saw the guy extend a slap as big as a fan, and he snapped out of it.
"I thought you had passed out..."
Alexander retracted his slap in the cold gaze of the lord, rubbed the back of his head, and said nervously: "Chief, the bear was not found, but I fished Jack back inside the river. Then Martin got the water out of his stomach, but he was still not awake, always talking in his sleep. We messed around with no way, so we just brought him back..."
Alexander's mouth words were garbled, but George was hearing the word 'Jack'.
He looked back to see a figure lying on the other side of the fire pit, so he touched the tent and stood up.
He then hurriedly turned over the scroll and found no strange red dots near the territory, but on the scroll was a line of bright red large letters.
[A destructive force that the asylum cannot stop is approaching!
George frowned deeply, he walked to the crowd and pushed aside the people next to him and came to Jack's side.
"It should be fallen unconscious, my lord." Aggie said, "That river upstream a mile or so away, there is a waterfall. When we were looking for the bear down the river, we saw a figure floating down the river. I saw that the clothes looked like Jack, so Lord Sir fished him out."
George pursed his lips with a grimace, and after nodding, he looked up at the crowd and said, "Martin, you take a few people to arrange for preparations. Aggie, first have someone ring the bell, and then arrange a few people to maintain order. After that, take the car to the north gate and stand by. Rona, Alexander pack up the things, we are ready to go to the castle."
Agi went directly with a few people. Martin but led a few people in the storage room to take a large, large piece of meat and oil, and then brought a pile of firewood and a large pot, after that the deer loaded into the car, which pushed the car to the castle.
At the same time, in Jack's murmuring, George touched up his head and found that his head was slightly hot (most likely before falling into the water, exhausted he would have caught a cold).
'Nothing serious, just a little too exhausted.' George had felt some of the divine power in his body recovered after he woke up from his sleep just now, but he still flipped open the scroll and confirmed his status.
''Still able to chant the last two hymns... Oi.''
After a hymn with a truly sacred aura, the temperature in Jack's body dropped, and also finally opened his eyes slowly.
After a long time, Jack finally opened his still shivering lips amidst the struggle, and spoke in a very slow tone: "Hooray, perhaps the gods have blessed me and brought back the news... My lord, it will be coming any moment..."
George nodded, let Alexander carry Jack on his back, and said, "Let's even walk and talk."
In his weak narrative, George knew roughly what had happened.
Jack had been frightened ever since the giant had brushed against the territory. Since then Jack had discovered that the giant had actually started searching those villages it had visited!
He watched as the giant passed by the shelter, and the next day the giant would visit the Johannes territory again and hit the shelter head-on, according to its walking pattern.
Determined, Jack deliberately exposed his trail and began to play hide-and-seek with it in the foggy mountains and forests.
He wanted to lure it to the west.
The giant did not have much patience, and within a few days it completely stormed out. Looking at that piece of destroyed woods, Jack knew he could not escape again this time, and finally jumped into the waterfall.
In leaping into the waterfall, this reckless man also shot the giant an arrow. Expect the giant will follow the current to find himself, so that it can make more detours - that the flow of the river will lead to the shores of Black Lake.
But the giant did not seem to be looking for him along the river.
By now the goron was nowhere to be found.
'Jack had led the giant away from the direction of the shelter. But with its speed, even if it deviated from the direction and searched one by one. I'm afraid the villages on the road won't hold it up for too long...'' George stood in front of the castle gate and gritted his teeth. He believed that the giant would never brush against the shelter twice.
He would come again at any moment!
The bells of the asylum had long since rung, and at the urging of the squires, the lords had entered the castle one by one.
Alexander had already entered the secondary hall to place Jack. George stood in the castle square at sunset and observed the scroll for a while, looked up and found the little knotted Barona had been dumbfounded and followed behind himself with his head down.
George did not have the heart to pay attention to her, his mind anxious, he was looking at the lords of the people who were entering the castle in large carts.
'It's all a bunch of old and weak women and children, letting them participate in this battle can only be bad...' George shook his head deeply.
In this battle where absolute silence must be maintained, the townspeople could not help at all. In fact, even after training the squires for so long, George was very worried that they would accidentally make a sound after seeing the giant, making the whole plan completely destroyed!
But even worse, if the giant came in the wrong direction, they might have to hastily move the oil and crossbows... It's impossible to keep quiet!
He would have to make a DU bet: east, south, west, north. If wrong, it will bring great variables, the battle will have an incalculable impact!
At the thought of this, George's scalp exploded.
He took another glance at the scrolls, the giants have not come near the territory yet, it seems they should still have some time to prepare.
''Damn it, I can only chant a hymn now... After so many days of preparation, in the end it still gave me a surprise attack at the end!!!'
George deeply frowned, he knew that in the middle of this battle, he could not play a big role, I'm afraid. Can only rely on the people around them.
I'm afraid this is the worst outcome he can think of!
Blinked dead, wiped the fine sweat off the top of his head. George shook off to those messy things in his mind and crossed the vice hall to the north gate.
At this time, Martin and others in front of the door of the North Square has been the cauldron straight up, that pot filled with meat and oil, but the following firewood is not yet lit.
The branches and stone soil in front of the door have been covered, there is a bold escort, is stepping on it, to observe whether there is easy to be found omissions. Every now and then he also looked up and cursed - the few men standing on that rampart, they were applying poison to their crossbows and arrows while spitting below and making malicious jokes about the people lower down.
It seemed that the mentality of these guys was far beyond George's expectation.
The look was like a group of veteran oilers who were about to go to war.
"Chief, raw venison we can hang one on each door. But this meat oil will be poured in the end where it is good? According to the location of the river where that Jack fell, that giant may come from the west... Should we shift the stuff first?" After seeing the lord over, Martin asked so. He also quietly came over and asked mysteriously: "My lord, did the god of refuge give any foretelling?"
George smiled breezily. However, in his heart was a burst of MMP.
Now this multiple-choice question, he can no longer cheat. And the final position of the giant to see, first shift things to the west, indeed the most appropriate.
He reached out and pulled Martin to his side, pretending to open the scroll, pointing to the top and said: "See, Martin. The trajectory of that giant's movement has been foretold by the gods."
Martin stared at the worn out map with a dumbfounded look. Yet still nodded his head...
And the little stammerer next to him who was curiously coming together on the other side of George's side, also rubbed his eyes hard and found that he didn't see anything.
The two faces gradually changed from amazement to admiration as they looked at their lord.
George mysteriously put away the scroll that he could not see anything now, and said indifferently: "Prepare something, Martin, according to this track, we should..."
At this time, a small black hand suddenly pinched George's arm, he grimaced and turned his head back to find Rona was staring dead at the front trap, nervous face red, stammering in his ear murmured: "It's coming up, it's coming up, shoot it down, George! It's too late, it's too late..."
"Ahem." The Lord of Lords cleared his throat and continued, "Get ready to boil the oil, Martin, according to this trajectory, we should be waiting right here in the north!"
Martin gave the lord a thumbs up, slapped his ass twice, and prepared the firewood.
It seems that with George's sentence finished, Rona gradually slowed down. She wiped her head full of sweat, like a sudden sigh of relief, the whole shoulder is loosened.
George followed her gaze to the north gate and murmured, "How can it come from this way?"
After hearing what the lord said, Rona couldn't help but roll her eyes fiercely.
She had just looked at this big cheating paper with an adoring face!!!