Working Prophet.

Chapter 591
The female lord mainly heard Morse talk about his previous battle with those wild men.

According to Morse, the Marquis of Cullen brought people into the mountain just to recover the guys above, so he didn't bring too many supplies.

However, they did not return until the next afternoon, and Morse realized that they might have encountered some trouble, but at that time he was more optimistic.

After all, this time the Marquis of Cullen led a full [-] troops, and they were all elites from various families, which was enough to be called a strong army, but the opponents were only some savages in the mountains.

Morse speculated that they might have encountered the attacks of those savages on the way, and after winning easily, they simply chased those savages all the way to their lair.

Until another day passed, there was still no news from the Marquis of Cullen, and Morse finally became anxious.

Leaving 100 people to stay behind at Fort Hard Rock, and taking another [-] men, they escorted a batch of food and supplies into the mountains to find the army.

However, they had only walked for half a day before bumping into those savages. The latter's combat effectiveness hadn't changed much from before, and Morse quickly repelled their first wave of attacks.

But relying on their familiarity with the terrain and their superiority in numbers, those savages launched a second and third wave of attack.

Morse's side was getting more and more difficult to deal with. After losing about [-] people and taking an arrow in his arm, Morse had to discard some food, exit the Dragon's Back Mountain Range, and return to Hard Rock Fort.

The savages didn't follow, and Morse guessed that they might not have a lot of people.

In addition to besieging the army of the Marquis of Cullen, Morse hoped that Ilea would immediately lead people into the mountain.

The female lord was about to agree, but at this moment, Du Lun coughed and asked again, "Where is Dashou, where is he now?"

Morse didn't understand why Ilea was so concerned about the new groom, but he said patiently.

"I heard Lord Hells say that he can understand the words of those savages, so I asked him to help interrogate the imprisoned savages.

"But in the end, the boy said that his mother and those wild men who were captured were not from the same tribe, and he couldn't understand what those people were saying."

"Is the language used by the savage tribe different from the tribe?" The female lord was surprised, "Then how did they get together this time?"

"I don't know, and now is not the time to care about such things."

Miss Rabbit nodded, "In any case, he knows more about Dragon's Back Mountain and the savages inside than we do. I still plan to take him with me when I go into the mountain this time. In addition, Sir Morse, please lend me ten more captives." .”

"Why do you want to take prisoners? Those savages can't communicate with us at all, they are no different from wild animals, and they are wild and unruly, and they are very dishonest. Be careful to cause trouble for you on the way."

That being said, Morse quickly ordered ten captives to be brought in.

The female lord took a general look, and they all looked rebellious, and one of them spit at Miss Rabbit after she was brought in, taking advantage of Miss Rabbit's unpreparedness.

Fortunately, the female lord reacted quickly enough to dodge sideways ahead of time.

Afterwards, the girl pulled out the Hand of Judgment from her waist, and fired a shot at the wooden fence beside the wild man.

The huge roar and the flames from the barrel startled those savages. The female savage who spat at the female lord before was even more stupefied.

Then she touched her neck and found that it was wet there. She moved her palm to her eyes and found that it was her own blood.

Turning her head to look at the wooden fence on the side, it had been beaten to pieces, and the sawdust flying out scratched the skin of her neck.

Fortunately, the injury was not serious, and it was not dangerous to roughly bandage it.

But the eyes of the savages looking at the female lord became different again, as if they were looking at a beast, and no one dared to make small moves anymore.

At the same time, Morse, who was immersed in anxiety and uneasiness on the other side, was shocked when he witnessed this scene, and praised him.

"As expected of the champion of the martial arts competition, with Sir Ilea, I believe you will be able to successfully rescue the Marquis and the others this time!"

The female lord skillfully inserted the dueling pistol back into the wallet at her waist, and said solemnly, "I already know about the situation on your side. Let's rest here for half a day and go into the mountains tomorrow morning."

Soon the ten savages were taken down again and locked in a cell alone.

The so-called prison cell is actually a fence surrounded by a few sharpened logs, and it is not impossible to get out with the skills of those savages.

So the guards handcuffed them again, chaining them to a thick wooden post in the center of the cell.

In addition, the archers are also arranged to keep an eye on their actions, and so far there have been no major disturbances.

The ten savages didn't know whether it was because they knew they couldn't escape, or because they were frightened by the hand of judgment in the hands of the female lord in the afternoon, and they all remained silent when they came back.

All of them looked listless, and it wasn't until nightfall that two savages whispered to each other.

Both of them came from a tribe called the Mist Serpent, and they were brother and sister. The female wildling among them was the one who spat at the female lord before.

She asked her brother Redbeard, "Did you see that?"

"what did you see?"

"That black iron pipe, that terrible woman put both thunder and flames in it."

"I don't think those nobles in the western region have such great abilities. We have fought against them before, and they only bully us because of their better equipment and weapons, and because they have more people than us." The red beard said.

"The female nobleman is different, and she seems to be the leader of the new army. What do you think he wants to do by picking us out? Is he planning to kill us to boost the morale of her subordinates?"

"I don't know." Redbeard's expression was a little downcast. He considered himself a warrior and was not afraid of death. However, when this moment really came, he found that he was not as brave as he thought.

As if sensing her brother's nervousness and uneasiness, the wild woman reached out and hugged the latter, pressing the red beard's head against her chest.

"I said we should hold the wedding before going down the mountain, but you told me to go back, now it's all right, we can't go back.

"Tell me honestly, do you still miss Shanna that bitch? Have you secretly slept behind my back?"

"What's the point of talking about it now." Redbeard said angrily, "Our tribe is about to win, but we can't wait for that day to come."

(End of this chapter)