"It's a curse, it's a magic mark! Represents disaster and doom!!"
With these words, Anthony heard the sound of turning the pages of a book. He looked around him just in time to see a bright light burst forth from the sacred text.
Then the whole cave was bathed in this gentle light, as if sunlight were shining through the gaps in the cave through time and the walls of the mountain.
As the song began, a shadow of an angel waved its arms in the air, and the stench of the whole cave began to dissipate. Even the lice, fleas and other things on the two cubs fled.
The two cubs looked like they had been washed, and although they were still stained with earth, they smelled like earth.
Then George reached out his hand again and stroked the cubs twice over the top of their heads. The frantic cubs calmed down.
Antoine could see with his own eyes that the faint runes of the two cubs were gradually disappearing and some of the magic marks were mixed in with the magic marks...
Slowly the thing in the cub that had disturbed the wizard subsided, and the anger and fear faded from the cub's eyes.
Under the licking of a she-wolf, they began to look around curiously.
"Take it away. There are some wolves with pups. If milk isn't enough, you can drink from the horse." With these words, George closed the scripture and went to the cave. behind Alexander and Aggie hurriedly picked up a person, with the Lord behind his adult.
Anthony stood half a moment where he was, and then recovered himself when he saw that they were all about to go out. He hurriedly picked up a few herbs in the cave, threw off his sleeve, and ran to the back of the crowd.
Like he's afraid someone's gonna leave it here...
It was getting dark as George stood on a slope that flank the cave. He waved his torch so that several people at the mouth of the cave, not far away, could see where he was.
Turning to kick away the half-eaten corpse at his feet, George felt a little depressed as he looked at the foggy forest.
It was too late today, but he was reassured by the confirmation of the situation.
But as winter approaches, there seem to be more and more monsters. It won't be long before zombies aren't the only ones roaming the territory.
Today's werewolves are a reminder.
In fact, even now something larger than a scavenger occasionally leaves a trail around the domain. This is a little worrying.
These things, he thought, would never have appeared so often in the past winter. Otherwise the wrinkles on the heads of the lords would have been more than a few.
But this year seemed a little different from previous years, and the moon seemed to be a lot bigger than he remembered.
Sighing, George led the horse, backed by torches, off into the woods.
There are a lot of rocks around here, and the sky is dark. Little William might be able to manage in such conditions, but the bigger ones might hurt their horses' hooves.
That night they arrived safely in the domain...
.
Not so many boats had docked in Johannes Creek for many years, since the lumberyard had been empty.
Although they are small boats, they are all capable of carrying some cargo.
When the labourers got off the boat, they held ropes and carried the goods. In the sweat, shadows in the mist.
But this work did not distract them altogether. Every now and then they peered into the mist, and the slightest movement of wind made them nervous for a moment, as if they were afraid that some great thing might suddenly emerge out of it.
It was not until they saw the figures of the soldiers on patrol moving through the fog that they were able to settle down and continue their work.
But such a move, obviously will cause the supervisors' dissatisfaction, often as long as the supervisors found, ushered in is a vicious whip.
These labourers, in fact, had only one weapon to hold, and were soldiers in the hands of their lords. In the old world, such people were known as cannon fodder.
The number of cannon fodder is often in the whole army, accounting for a large proportion, but some are high level cannon fodder, some are low level.
Only one broken weapon (even a stone hoe!). Nature is cannon fodder of the lowest order.
Yet the 'army' in the hands of the Lord consisted only of these men.
Baron Garvey, of course, was in much better shape. Whoever followed him was usually given a good set of armor and weapons, as if there was no shortage of iron in his territory.
Of late, however, things were different. Although he did not lack iron, he did not have as many craftsmen and time. And the cost of weapons is a little too great -- every time you lose, you lose a lot of them.
Garvey and the other lords who stood on the river bank felt a headache and a heart ache at the thought. He could not help talking about it again. Today, however, Garvey is pleased with the efficiency of the workers. Not at ease have taken back the vision, looked at the direction of the fog.
A few moments later, a procession of riders appeared out of the mist, the head of which held a high banner in his hand, which stood out even in the mist.
"All is well, my Lord. The neighborhood seemed very clean. There were no monsters, just some wolves. I had seen some farmland on the other side of the bend. But we had gone too far, and I was afraid of losing my way, so I did not go further."
"Well." Lord Garvey, who was clearly the leader of the group, quietly consented, then bowed his hand and let him go. And the knight, after lifting his breast, nodded to the other lords, and led the riders off again into the mist in another direction.
Just then a knight in splendid armor came down from the bank. There were two knights at his side. Judging by the badge on his chest, this knight is probably just a knight, but his family seems to be different and his status is just as good as that of a Lord. When they came, they called each other equally: "Lord Garvey, have we not come here with too much fuss?"
He frowned as he looked at the goods and slaves on Baron Garvey's ship.
This time, at the convoke of Lord Garvey, several of the lords were present. They were two days late for that, but that didn't matter. After all, they had come to deliver something, so there was no need to be exact. And Garvey also thought it would be better if the time was slightly different from the agreement...
But in fact, the cargo they carried on this trip, though considerable, was not much. It is really a bit too exaggerated to make such a fuss about finding all the people.
But if Lord Garvey is hoping for a smoothing deal, he has a point. After all, he wondered if the guy had enough goods to settle the bill. So bring more troops, just in case.
After all, the guy's profile is a bit murky.
But Garvey had asked them to bring in all the "dead people" from the land, which was not on the list, so he had some doubts.
But the lords did not take this last suggestion of Garvey, for they were old and weak, women and children, but at least they were capable of work, or of some other use. When he got off the ship, however, he found that Baron Garvey had brought over two hundred old and weak women and children from his estate. (They were capable of some work, to be sure, but they could not bear arms.) In the present situation, these people cannot survive).
Lord Garvey did not answer him directly. Instead he said, 'Have you been briefed by your men on the patrol, Sir Carroll?'
"I hear there are plenty of fields here and they are well kept." Carol said: 'There seems to be some shoots in the field already... Do you mean to say that the weather here was harvested a while ago, and that your excellency must have plenty of corn in his hand?"
Carroll said suddenly, "Lord Garvey, what a wise decision you have made to bring so much cargo with you!"
Lord Garvey turned his head and looked at Carol for a long time, making him feel uneasy...