Heart of the Castle

Chapter 136 Rumors: Spreading Panic

Towards the evening, new rumors began to appear in the refugee camps. People were worried but vividly spread the news they heard, making many of the exaggerated and false elements even more outrageous.The envoy who was driven away by Li Wei gradually evolved from the messenger of Viscount Lane to the herald who issued an ultimatum. What made all the villagers feel sincere fear was that the rumor mentioned that Viscount Lane was about to lead an army. All of them were exterminated.

"Master Ryan Viscount is coming! He will lead hundreds of knights, and the smoke and dust will cover the sky. There are countless banners flying around him, many of them are like stars in the sky, and the wind blows on him. Speeding in front of me, moaning..." The homeless man in tattered clothes sat on the bench and foamed at his mouth, when he said this, he suddenly stopped going down, but shook his head and sighed.

"Quickly, quickly, what will happen to Viscount Ryan?" The villagers around the homeless man urged him anxiously.

"Of course it is to soak this camp in a sea of ​​blood. Why is the wind moaning? It is moaning for your fate... I can't tell you more things, because I walked dozens of miles today The road, my throat and eyes are already dry and smoky."

"Here, the best oat wine, which warms you up and quenches your thirst." An old man with a gray beard untied the wine bag from his waist and handed it to the homeless man.

The homeless man took the wine bag, gulped several sips, smacked the taste, and then said, "Well-meaning people, think about it, who owns this land?"

"It belongs to the territory of Viscount Ryan." The old man with the gray beard muttered.

"That's right, it's the territory of Lord Viscount Ryan. The land belongs to him, the water belongs to him, and the air belongs to him! But now, who is the leader you are following?"

"Lord Li Wei is a great hero who exterminates demons. He has dozens of brave and elite soldiers under him, and they are invincible." A boy who looked a little childish said.

"Oh hehe, dozens of soldiers, that's quite a lot. But, do you know how many people Viscount Ryan brought?"

The surrounding villagers shook their heads with fear in their eyes.

"Hundreds of thousands! And they are all knights riding tall horses. Killing you country bumpkins is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables. For example, you little guy, let the master knight's big sword be drawn like this, The head on the neck is gone!" The homeless man stood up, waved his hands vigorously, and emphasized his tone as if threatening.The young man felt cold on the back of his neck from his eyes, shrank back, and stopped talking.

The tramp sat back on the bench satisfied, then took a sip of oat wine and said, "Think about it, if Li Wei and Lord Viscount Ryan fought, which one would win?"

"Lord Li Wei and Lord Viscount Ryan?" The surrounding villagers exchanged panicked glances and talked a lot.They have never considered this kind of situation. Many villagers who have experienced the two battles against the Burner and the Demon Slave Knights believe that Li Wei has a better chance of winning; but some are older and have witnessed the last demon disaster. The descending villagers firmly believed that Lord Viscount Lane's army was unstoppable.

"Wandering wise man, we all know that you have traveled all over the world and know everything. Tell us, Lord Levi or Lord Viscount Lane, which one can win in the end?" the old man with a white beard shouted.

"Yes, yes, smart man, tell me." The villagers shouted in unison. "Lord Li Wei or Lord Viscount Ryan, which one is more powerful?"

"Oh, that Li Wei is certainly not the opponent of Lord Viscount Lane. I have been to the castle of Lord Viscount Lane, and I have seen this great man with my own eyes! It is really terrifying majesty. As long as he roars, even the tower of the castle will be shattered!" Trembling; as long as he stamps his feet, even the bravest knight will kneel immediately! In this land, he is the ruler, no one dares to disobey him, even the king will let him three points! Li Wei can't do him, and He will lead an army to deal with Li Wei soon, and it will be your turn next!"

The faces of the villagers turned pale, and they seemed to have seen that between the blood and the fire, the army of Viscount Lane rushed forward, trampling them and everything around them into the blood-soaked soil.

"Father in heaven, have mercy!" the gray beard said in a trembling voice. "Smart man, come and give us an idea, how can we save our own lives?"

"Lord Li Wei won't lose! Don't forget that Lord Li Wei led his troops to rescue Mining Pit Village, but Lord Viscount Ryan would only shrink in the strong castle without even daring to lift his head! You said that master would Leading the army to fight? Then let him have the courage to walk out of the safe castle first!" The young man poked his head out again and shouted a few words.

The expressions of the villagers changed slightly immediately, and the blood returned to their faces.

"Yeah, since the disaster came, who has heard that Lord Viscount Lane has left the castle?"

"What's the use of having more soldiers? It's not to save his own life. If Lord Li Wei didn't save us on that burning night, we would have become food for the devil!"

Hearing that the trend of the discussion began to change, the homeless man and the old man with the gray beard looked at each other very secretly, and they both sensed the anxiety in each other's hearts.

It seems that I still underestimated the status of that guy named Li Wei in the hearts of these bumpkins!

The tramp coughed and turned his tone naturally. "That's right, Lord Levi's reputation is far and wide, even a tramp like me has heard it countless times, but Lord Viscount Lane's subordinates also have two fierce lions, Lord Wilps and Lord Herbert!"

"I've heard of their names before, two prestigious knight commanders!" said the old man with the gray beard.

"If Lord Li Wei's subordinates fight with Lord Viscount's troops, these two people will definitely appear, and blood will flow like a river here! Even the moon in the sky will turn red, like a dripping blood Eyes!" The tramp lowered his voice, threatening the villagers around him with a gloomy expression.

"Good-hearted people, hurry up and pray for the mercy of God the Father. I see that many of you have an ominous aura around you, and the scythe of the Eternal Sleeper Ku Ximo is swishing on your heads. Whoosh!"

"Father God in heaven, please be merciful..." The gray-bearded old man raised his hands high, and just rightly let out a desolate call. The trembling voice swayed straight into the night sky, making people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

"This tramp is right. He is right. Once a war breaks out, this place will definitely be turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!"

"We can't wait to die, let's get out of here quickly..."

"Get out of here? There are wandering demons out there, where can we go?"

Seeing the villagers start whispering, the gray-bearded old man showed a smug smile on his face, and then he quickly restrained himself, put on a sad look again, and yelled loudly at the homeless man.

"Come with me, wandering wise man, to my house, and I'll serve you brown bread and hot oatmeal, and give you a good night's sleep."

After the two figures left the crowd one after the other, the villagers who stayed in place continued to discuss. The uneasiness and paleness on their faces made them look like a group of ghosts. After a while, the villagers still did not discuss anything. They walked in all directions worriedly, embellished the rumors they heard, and spread them to other people's ears.

The original villagers in the refugee camp began to panic, but the same rumors did not have any effect on the villagers who migrated from the mine village.Those people stared at the foaming homeless man coldly, without a trace of pity or shaken emotion in their eyes. The homeless man who had a bad nose here had to leave in dismay, leaving a string of vicious curses along the way.

A total of more than a dozen homeless men shuttled through the refugee camp, spreading the news that Viscount Ryan was about to lead an army to attack as far as possible to every corner.By the time night fell, these rumors were spreading throughout the refugee camp, and some of them sounded so true that Sir Grace, who was in charge of security work, had to order his pikemen and archers to temporarily cancel the rumors. Mobile patrol missions, go to every corner of the camp to find out the source of the rumors.

This is exactly the result the tramps wanted. When they saw the soldiers starting to move out, they all left the scene as fast as they could, slipped out along the half-built wooden wall, and gathered in a dilapidated house. among the wooden houses.

(End of this chapter)