Master Overlord

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Avery County.

Basha Bilson tugged at the sheepskin blanket tightly, wrapped himself tightly, and lay in the tent, trembling uncontrollably.

She burst into tears, clenching her teeth, staring at the fire outside through the cracks of the tent, daring not to make a sound, lest they attract the attention of the savages and remind them of a woman here.

She raised her ears, like a prey being forced into a dangerous situation, alert to all the wind and grass around her.

Outside the tent, the drum sound of “dong dong” came from a distance, and there were cheers intermingled there.

That’s when the barbarians held a campfire banquet.

The banquet of the savages started from entering the town and continued to this day.

The night is the climax of the banquet. It is said that because the leaders of the wild people like flames, the night is the most dazzling moment of the flames. They are celebrating the capture of this town.

“Father.” Basha whispered in tears, tears slipping down, soaking wet sheepskin blankets.

She thought she could escape safely under the protection of the castle Knight, but didn’t expect the cavalry cavalry to catch up and surround them under the Glenn Heights.

carriage has slowed down, she now understands that she should spread her legs, ride a fast horse like a man, and run away, even if she escapes while Knight is fighting with the savages, maybe there can still be a glimmer of survival.

But now it is too late. The ugly and brutal savages killed all Knight, stripped their armor and clothing, and carried all around lying full of bloody corpses.

She was terrified, lest the savages rushed forward, slashing the bloody scimitar across her throat, or stripping her clothes and swarming up. She heard the servants of the castle say that the savages would even ** with livestock.

Fortunately, after the group of wild people stared at her and whispered Issa, they were safely brought back to town.

At first, they were imprisoned in a room, which was a wine shop. The original owner of the room had disappeared. Maybe they were killed or escaped. The savages emptied all the food in the house, as well as everything they thought was useful, leaving only a broken crock and wine barrel.

The town became a prison. Through the door crack, she saw the to-and-fro savages, armed with lance weapons, and locked groups of women into the house.

The women flinched, their eyes frightened and helpless, and moved their footsteps in the scolding and whipping of the savages, as if the animals were locked in cages.

What about men? What about Knight? Basha’s heart was full of panic, and where was her father, big brother and Uncle? Have all the Knights in the territory been killed?

She couldn’t imagine it, lest those who could give her hope would be dead, and she would always be a slave to the savages.

But fear was like climbing the vines on the castle tower, tightening her tight package.

How can everything become like this?

Who, her helpless prayer, no matter who it is, as long as it can save me, take me out of here!

“Young Lady,” Issa, dressed in her beautiful clothes, shrunk to the side, asking in horror, “What should we do? Will we die, will the savages kill us? Young Lady, what should we do?”

Damn, she is not a Young Lady now!

“You are the Young Lady of the Bilson family!” She prayed sharply to Issa, “Remember, remember! You are the Young Lady now, the Young Lady of the Bilson family! I am not, I am just your maid, you It’s Basha Bilson. Believe me, as long as we wait patiently, we can be rescued, and we can! As soon as we are rescued, no matter what you want, I promise, I promise…”

That night, the savages broke into the house where the woman was held next to Street 2. Then, in a stern cry of rebellion, there were bursts of women’s ravaged wailing and wild smiles of indulgence.

That’s a group of beasts!

She and Issa hugged together and shrunk on a black cloth in the corner. Even if she couldn’t see it with her own eyes, she could guess what was happening in those houses.

Fortunately, the savages seem to have forgotten the two of them. She and Issa hugged tightly together, hiding in the corner of the wall, daring not to close their eyes all night, and only slept tiredly until dawn.

These days lasted for several days. They were tired and thirsty, exhausted, and their heads were dizzy. Any slight noise outside the house would make them 2 shiver coldly, lest there would be a barbaric intrusion.

But those savages really forget them after all.

Basha can’t remember how long he was kept in that room, 3 days, 5 days, or 1 days!

Her body was already smelly, and she looked so sloppy that she was like a wanderer. The savages only gave them very little food every day. Eat, drink, shit and piss were all in the house. She had never been as dirty as that.

In short, just when she had forgotten the time and the women who wailed were also numb, the savages rushed into the house where they were held, and lifted her and Issa from the corner like a demon, and took them to the town square.

The drums were rumbling and the bonfire was burning. She dangled her head and acted as a maid to follow Issa, lest someone recognize her.

Basha remembered clearly that they were taken to the stone steps outside the shrine. After the escort murmured a few times, they stepped away.

Issa shiver coldly, she was also full of fear, and both of them wanted a crack in the ground to allow them to dig in and hide.

The voice of the barbarians came from above, and it seemed that he was talking to who. Basha did not understand the barbarians’ language. He could only hang his head and dared not raise his head. He only hoped that everything had nothing to do with her.

But then a familiar voice came from above.

“Basha Young Lady,” is a man’s voice, “Come and lift the head, don’t be afraid, let Tuta look at your appearance.”

She was trembling with fear, looking up subconsciously, talking about the businessman named Arif.

She remembers this person. Not long ago, his wife and child were placed under house arrest by her father.

God! Basha only felt a chill rise from her feet, and she was paralyzed.

On the steps, in addition to the businessman named Arif, there were also a group of savages, and they made a mocking laughter, led by a mighty man sitting shirtless on a black animal skin blanket.

“Is she?” the man sitting on the Arif side asked. The man also seemed to be a Danze.

Just when Basha thought he was going to be treated like a cattle by a barbarian man, the businessman named Arif suddenly changed his gaze, raised his finger to Issa aside, and bowed his head to the headed barbarian leader, said: “Yes Tuta, This is Damon Bilson’s daughter, who had imprisoned my family and forced me to provide them with weapons.”

He, he did not debunk me!

At that moment, there was a chaotic ecstasy in Basha’s heart, and she immediately dropped her head, lest the strangers would see it strange.

I am a maid, I am Basha Bilson from time to time, I am Issa, I am not Basha Bilson…