A burning square hammer spun and whistled through the air, slamming into the decaying armor.
In the midst of a heavy burst, the blasphemer's mouth whispered abruptly, and in the twinkling of an eye, it flew into mid-air like a suffocating can, burning up.
In that strong impact, the surrounding mists like being broken up as stirred up. The whirlwind brought up, scraped down a large wheat.
The blasphemer landed on the ground and never moved again, as if it had been completely transcended and rested. It ignited a piece of wheat grass around it, and also attracted the dozen or so confused companions near it. They tripped weakly through the patch of wheat grass, the breath of their bodies made the grass gradually wither, and even the fire that had just been lit was gradually extinguished by the thickening fog around.
A burst of horse hooves from afar, and as the hymn in his mouth became clearer and clearer, the surrounding fog, as if to be dispersed.
The square hammer on the ground suddenly trembled twice and spun into the fog, followed by a horse that leapt out of the fog, knocking over a decaying dead man and rushing into the 'human' pile.
The dead, who never knew what fear was, stopped suddenly and hastily in the middle of the hymn. But there were two walking corpses, but amidst the chaotic clatter of armor, charging toward the knight on the horse.
The knight on the horse looked at the two charging figures, round-eyed fury, the burning square hammer in his hand as if there was no inertia, brought up a golden flame, and struck the charging enemy after the first.
However, the weapon in the hand of the blasphemer had already swung up and was about to block in front of the hammer. But at this moment, the hammer turned out a strange trajectory and precisely smashed its head.
The first blasphemer had been turned into ashes, and the second was close at hand.
And at this moment, the knight's other big hand suddenly waved up, and a strong light suddenly pierced through the mist in the sky, forming an angelic shadow that instantly crashed into another blasphemer.
The blasphemer who was halfway through the charge was like a thunderclap at this moment, and was turned into a charred bone in a flash. And its body rusted armor, in the inertia, broke its decaying body, scattered to the ground, bringing up a piece of ashes.
Between the ashes flying, the light in the sky as if a spot of light, expanding larger and larger. The surrounding fog is also being dispersed in the rotation.
The walking corpses nearby, in panic wanted to escape the sunlight, into the fog. However, the sunlight gradually caught up with them and they could only cover their faces and turned into dust in the middle of the roar.
The sunlight gradually receded, the fog re-enveloped the area. The flames of the square hammer in George's hand dissipated. Then he exhaled a breath of hot air and picked up the scroll on his waist.
On top of the scroll, more than one hundred and fifty knights formed a dozen squads and were patrolling around, some of them also encountered the incoming monsters and were engaging in battle. Some of the lords and soldiers, led by wolves, were also rushing there for support - that direction, it seemed, was opposite the manor a few kilometers away.
In the very center of this defensive circle, there were also two thousand or so farmers and militiamen who were snatching up the wild wheat. However, surrounded by the fog, they were unaware of the somewhat urgent situation around them.
After seeing such a situation, George nodded his head, seemingly satisfied. Then he seemed a little less reassured, once again licking his fingers and feeling the wind direction.
Anthony was right, today is the east wind (blowing from the northeast). And the manor was in the northeast.
Wiping the hot sweat from his forehead, George scratched a few more times on the scroll. Then he touched 'Little William's' ears and hurried off in one direction.
It seemed that there were already two people waiting at that location. It didn't take long for Alexander's tall figure to become clear in the fog. And at his side, Antony was holding up his cane and telling him a story.
"... So, the southeastern part of this flat valley was once a forest..."
After seeing the lord come over, the Grand Maester nodded, and then continued to speak.
But Alexander did not seem particularly interested in these, because in his opinion, these stories, far less fun and interesting than the tricks that Anthony secretly changed to show himself.
But in order not to let this friend of his sad, he still wrestled his fighting eyelids up.
George did not disturb these two guys who were getting better and better lately, and after reaching out his hand to touch the back of Alexander's head, he waited for the others.
"... Geoffrey. Viscount Lawrence's family, with the 'perching rat' (a rodent extremely good at storing food) as the family coat of arms, and every lord here, also brought the spirit of the perching rat to the extreme..."
"... They lived up to the trust of the first duke, and over the centuries developed this forest and wasteland into a fertile black soil that did not need fertilization to produce a good harvest, and became the most important part of the back of Ariadne..."
As Anthony said, this was once an extremely fertile land. George listened while his eyes looked at the vast expanses of wild wheat, and could not help but recall, in his lifetime, some memories of his childhood
--There were thousands of farmers in the fields of the Viscount's land of more than 1,000 square kilometers during the spring and autumn harvest, and at that time, the various vassals of the Viscount, and even the Earl's side would borrow people to help (for a fee). (The land about the Count has been repaired, before the miscalculation, is not as big as a township ...)
The Duke once said that the annual contribution of the Squirrel family alone could feed his entire army. This is not a few compliments, but until the arrival of the Mist, the family is still reclaiming, by now, can be planted cultivation has exceeded a million acres.
Baron Johannes' little land, and the worst of the baron under Viscount Geoffrey, but also three or four times worse ...
Now the situation of this land, naturally, can not be compared with once. And these 'wild wheat', due to years of no one to take care of, harvesting. Has gradually degraded. The seeds sprout in the spring rains and fall to the ground after autumn. The fruit that grows out, grows with the weeds.
And after the best time of the fall harvest, every day that passes without a rain, there will be that grain falling to the ground from the pointed ears of wheat.
Yet even then, in these still uncontaminated lands, there are at least a few dozen pounds per acre! (This has almost reached the figure when the wheat was harvested at the shelter)
If someone takes care of it, the future annual harvest of two hundred pounds per acre, I'm afraid it's no trouble.
No wonder the lords are thinking about it all the time, after all, these wild wheat, than many lords in the hands of those salt land yield is still a bit higher!
And George, after looking at it, can no longer forget this black land.
And in his opinion, two hundred pounds of acreage, I'm afraid is just the beginning!
For the harvest of wild wheat this matter, the lords are extremely active. After all, this thing is not only easier to preserve than sweet potatoes, potatoes, the right manager, a few years is fine. And they are also more delicious.
When these flour mixed with bran, and then filled with water to make black bread, an acre of stuff, enough to let a person, in this chaotic world for a year - to know in peacetime, many farmers' rations, a year is less than three hundred pounds only (just eat, not counting the feeding of livestock).
And in the matter of gathering the lords, Garvey will also do things very well, his very capable nephew, and will add a lot of things to bragging.
That the messenger (bard) mouth of the legendary story, and the side river knights witnessed things, although after they said, the gods. But the situation of the border river is true. What's more, the lords had also been expecting something from this bishop's lord, the Knights of the Holy Church.
This made the lords coalesce like never before - after George lionized them, they also all agreed to him getting the biggest share.
And, after seeing the lord's 'greed', their confidence in the future has grown even greater. And after seeing two battles, those mythical stories they had heard had become real in their minds...
Just yesterday, after scouring a certain manor, when stationed there, there were even people swell to ask George when the big guys marched into Lord Geoffrey's manor castle.
This matter is naturally by George sternly dislike back, and respectful advice, do not greedy, after all, at any time to the ground, there are accidents.
However, this archbishop, in today is leading people to escape a few more manors, more in-depth...
A burst of horse hooves in the distance, interrupted George's thoughts. Several white-robed and gray-robed knights steered their horses out of the fog and came to the lord's side.
Seeing that the lord did not speak, several people did not speak either. They just looked with him to the northeast.
The shouting and killing sound there was already getting louder and louder, and it was faintly audible from here chance. The other knights in their group had already followed the wolf towards that side. But the wolves with shaved hair were leading them halfway, to this place.
This was something the lord had explained beforehand.
Today, it was already the seventh day.
In this period of time, their lord, with those people at first just carefully collected the wild wheat and cleaned up the monsters. But after everyone found out that that archbishop seemed to be able to see through those mists and always lead them to the 'clean' areas, they became more and more bold.
The harvest was indeed quite a lot, and some areas were getting cleaner and cleaner from the monsters that were cleaning up.
But today it seems a little different...
However, not every day was very quiet, and the team occasionally encountered hordes of monsters that arrived. So the lords still had the confidence that they would win.
After all, every time they were about to be overwhelmed, the Lord would lead the Knights of the Hallowed Church to arrive suddenly.
And the lords also look forward to, in one day when the monsters are out, the lurking in nowhere, secretly waiting for the time of the Knights Templar, will resound the hymn in the whole wilderness...
The mists continue to have knights leaping out of their horses, gradually gathered behind the lord. They waited for instructions in silence, and the shouts of killing in the distance made their parched blood, more and more surging.
During these days, the many battles had made the white robes on their bodies, so dirty that they could not see their original appearance. Although every night, the lord would order them to use boiling water to clear their clothes. But even so, the color of these battle robes had completely changed.
Not only was it black and red, but even the divine pattern was invisible...
After the knights stayed for a few moments, gradually some people began to resist asking the lord, when to go to war. But the lord is still not speaking, just frowning, quietly looking at the northeast.
Until Ajay and Martin with seven or eight gray-robed knights, a dozen riders (soldiers), the wind and dust to fill from that direction appeared. Only then did the lord's gaze turn up.