Our family is in decline

Lance understood something when he heard this. He didn't know much about the various forces and extraordinary powers outside, but returning to Hamlet was like returning home.

He knows Hamlet’s three-thirds of land better than anyone else. Not to mention what the ancestor’s trump card is, he even knows what kind of underwear the ancestor is wearing.

The source of this wild dog infected with rabies is a witch deep in the wilderness. Not surprisingly, this witch also has a lot of connections with the ancestor.

After the ancestor discovered the dungeon under the old house, he began to study supernatural powers. During this period, he conducted research with a witch who specialized in herbalism and psychics.

After doing it, they had an in-depth communication on the bed, and even the ancestor shared the secret of the old house with her.

The ancestor was also a ruthless person, but the witch was a werewolf. In order to pry into the secrets under the dungeon, she dared to test the medicine on herself, which directly caused her to become grotesque.

Even the ancestors couldn't resist this kind of crazy behavior, so they had to expel her into the wilderness after becoming a witch. But now it seems that her experiments have not stopped. On the contrary, with the blessing of strange resources in the wilderness, she has become even more... crazy.

Lance knew that the witch was wandering in the wilderness, but he didn't have enough skills before and had no intention of provoking her.

But it is obvious that if he wants to cultivate more fields, he must clear the wilderness, but not today. The town needs to be reorganized in order to have a stable rear area to provide blood transfusion for him.

At the same time, he needs to pull out a real army, not a squad of only thirty people.

"You're doing a great job. You've worked hard during this time." Lance controlled his messy thoughts, smiled and raised his hand to signal to the two of them.

Although he is a little emotional, he will not and does not need to vent it on his subordinates. There are some things that they do not have the authority to do, and shelving them is the best way.

Barristan was familiar with the lord's character and didn't react much, but Barton, a surrendered general, was quite emotional about this.

He had been in the system, and his biggest fear was encountering some unreasonable bosses. Especially since he became a captain because of his status as a civilian, he made some nobles dissatisfied and made things difficult and discriminated against him all day long.

Fortunately, it was obvious that the Lord was not the one, and there was no discrimination or suppression because of his identity, so he was naturally relieved.

"I asked Leonard to escort a group of people over, haven't they come back yet?"

Lance realized something. He and Leonard had been separated for almost ten days. Logically speaking, they should have arrived first. Why didn't they see anyone?

"Not yet. Shall I arrange for someone to take a look?" Patton asked. He was a smart man who climbed to this military rank.

"No, I'll go there myself." Lance couldn't help but frown. You must know that Leonard's wife and children, the Walter family, and those businessmen were all related to his plan and there was no room for failure.

Here, Lance rushed out on horseback before his butt was even hot.

The horse beneath him was Patton's original mount. It was a real military horse, better than those that pulled cannons.

That's why Lance couldn't bear to let it pull the cart and kept it in the stable.

He used to think that these horses were good enough, but after reading the extraordinary creature illustration, he found that there were too many creatures that could be used as mounts, and some even had mounts that were stronger than their riders.

With a fast horse and a light sword, Lance didn't need to worry about conserving the horse's physical strength and ran directly at full speed.

The distance from Hamlet to Ovendo is actually not too far. It would only take four or five days to walk directly.

If they delayed it for more than ten days, something must have happened. I don’t know what it was.

Thinking of this, Lance had no choice but to hurry on.

…………

"Why do they have something to eat? We don't?"

"I want to eat too. If you don't give me, I'll take it!"

"Damn nobles, kill them!"

"If we rob them, we will have weapons and food."

"Rebel the Bird Empire!"

"..."

Their faces were twisted, and their eyes showed no fear at all, but only numbness and madness, and they kept flocking to the convoy.

William waved the nail-headed baton in his hand and hit the refugees who were trying to break through the carriage. Fierce barking sounded in his ears, which was the bite of Figs.

But it was still unstoppable. The crowd pushed the car formation away, and even overturned a carriage under the strength of the team. This broke the formation, and more and crazier enemies poured in from the gap.

"Law and order - they are just illusions." William looked at these people and felt helpless. His already weak arms could not even swing the baton. Even Figes huddled beside him, breathing heavily.

As far as the eye could see, even the guards and soldiers of the merchant group were exhausted, and the entire convoy seemed to be crumbling under the impact.

"Hold! Hold!"

Leonard noticed the gap and rushed over, waving the weapon in his hand vigorously. In front of him was a surging crowd. Even if he hit one, the second one would squeeze in immediately.

Yes, it was a squeeze. They were not even controlling it themselves, but were pushed up by the people behind them.

Gritting his teeth and holding on, he could no longer feel the weight of the sword in his hand. He just grabbed the hilt and slashed. Leonard didn't know how many heads he had cut off. No matter how powerful he was, he would never be able to do it. When exhausted.

The long sword struck an enemy, but Leonard was exhausted and could not lift the second sword at all. However, the enemy in front of him did not retreat, but surged up again.

"I'm sorry, all I have brought you is suffering." At this moment, Leonard finally faced his regret. He was sorry for his wife and children~

"Hamlet Lord Lance is here!"

Leonard heard Ruowuowu's voice, but it suddenly brought him back to his senses on this chaotic battlefield.

In the past, he would have silently recited beautiful prayers to the Holy Light, asking the illusory gods to save him.

But now he no longer has this thought, he believes in himself more.

His wife and children are still inside, and the Lord's mission has not been completed yet. He cannot stop yet and must continue to fight.

Inexplicably, strength emerges from the body, and the thirsty body is instantly relieved and even rejuvenated.

I am the sun! I am the brilliance! The power of the sun is endless!

"Ah!" Leonard tried his best to swing the long sword, but he didn't know that it was the reflection of the sword that made it shine with dazzling brilliance.

Lance finally discovered the besieged convoy and immediately noticed Leonard, the only one wearing knight armor.

[Blessing] activates, you are strengthened!

And he himself had no intention of slowing down at all. The saber appeared in his hand and he slashed hard. No one could stop him wherever he went, but he cut a way out of his way.

The shouting in his mouth did not stop at all.

"Hamlet Lord Lance is here!"

This name inexplicably gave those people a boost of strength, and the originally shaky front actually stabilized.

When Lance saw this, he couldn't help but cut off [Blessing]. Just now, his spirituality was like running water. If he didn't like to save his family wealth, it would be drained in an instant.

But the effect was very obvious. The tired muscles of the escort soldiers sprouted new strength, and their mentality also gained a backbone.

"For Hamlet!"

"Hamlet must win!"

The slogan was shouted, and the scattered team was condensed into a whole by a powerful force, bursting out with strong morale and strength.

"Kill with me!"

With the strength of Lance [Elite] and the ability to never tire, he is a complete killing machine, and he is like mowing grass against those refugees.

One man and one horse ran like hot knives cutting through butter, cutting the refugees apart. After several fierce attacks, the crazy guys finally realized their fear and began to flee.

"demon!"

"God! Save me~"

"Run away!"

"..."

"Surrender without killing!" Lance rushed out of the perimeter, showing no mercy with the saber in his hand, slashing anyone who ran away.

No one has ever been able to take advantage of him and run away.

The defensive guards and soldiers began to counterattack and quickly took control of the situation.

"Herod!" The war horse slowed down, and everyone's eyes were unconsciously focused on the figure on the horse.

His casual clothes were stained with blood and became full of murderous intent. The bright saber hung by his side, and there was blood dripping across the blade, making it look particularly ferocious.

Most of the refugees didn't even dare to look directly at the man's face and were suppressed by the power emanating from him, while those in Hamlet seemed excited when they saw the lord.

"Lord!" Leonard walked over quickly, feeling agitated, but mostly guilty, as he almost betrayed the trust of the Lord.

"Needless to say, treat the wounded first, organize the team and set off as soon as possible. If anything happens, we'll talk about it when we get back." Lance did not dismount, but focused his attention on the entire battlefield.

Most of the corpses on the ground belonged to these refugees, and it looked like there were no less than two or three hundred of them.

Thinking of this, Lance turned to look at the guys squatting on the ground and surrendering, and couldn't help but shake the saber in his hand.

Damn it, I wasted a long time, wishing I could take out all the bone marrow and sacrifice it, without giving the ancestor a chance to replenish it. The good guys, the ground is full of dead people, and the blood can be used to make soup for the ancestor.

I really want to chop them all down, but I’m afraid that my ancestor will have a good meal.

"Come here." Lance raised his saber and pointed at a refugee next to him.

This move scared the man to the point of peeing, and Lance himself was completely unaware of how exaggerated his power was now.

At least half of the corpses here were chopped up by him. To these people, he was the god of death.

How come it's not a dead end if you're chosen by him?

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill you." Lance frowned and threatened, raising the saber in his hand slightly.

"Sir! It's none of my business. They pushed me here. I didn't want to..." He couldn't care less about anything else. He even crawled over and knelt under the horse, refusing to admit even a little bit of what he said. Push away all responsibility.

"Shut up!" The tip of the knife touched his face directly, scaring him so much that his breathing stopped and his eyes trembled.

"Who took the lead just now? It's none of your business if you tell me."

Lance put down his saber when he asked this question. He didn't need to know why they attacked the convoy, he just needed to find who was causing trouble.

Ordinary refugees would not have the guts to attack such a large convoy.

When the man heard this, he looked back at the other squatting refugees as if grasping a life-saving straw.

They have no relationship with each other in the first place. Even if he is his biological father, it is useless. If you don't die, will I die?

"Him! He's the one instigating us. We don't want to come over." The man couldn't care less. He raised his hand and pointed at one person to claim credit from Lance.

Even if he did rush up just now, those guys were the fault!

Lance looked over, "You dare to do it but don't dare to admit it?"

"Hmph! What are you afraid of?"

A middle-aged man in the crowd stood up and walked towards Lance. The man looked unconvinced at all.

Lance noticed that although he was a little thin, he was not as out of shape as the others. He could tell that he had something to eat along the way, but he didn't know how.

Moreover, his face was sinister, his eyes were vicious, and he didn't care about life at all. At this time, he didn't even have the slightest hint of fear, unlike most refugees.

This guy is definitely not a kind person~

Looking at the man in front of the horse, Lance was actually a little curious about his origins.

"Why did you attack the convoy?"

"Why do they eat some of us but not us? We should kill all of you noble lackeys!"

The man probably knew his fate, and showed no fear at all. Instead, he turned to shout at the refugees squatting on the ground.

"It's because of them that we are like this! It's the nobles who stole our food, they forced us, we just take back what belongs to us..."

Listening to his encouraging words, Lance couldn't help but have a mocking smile on his face.

"Oh~ Then why are you hiding behind? So you dare to move your mouth~"

Lance's words directly offended him. It sounded nice, but he was actually a careerist who wanted to use other people's lives for his own benefit.

And those refugees also reacted, good guy, you are the one who harmed us!

But I didn't expect this guy to refuse to admit defeat. He took out a dagger from somewhere and rushed towards Lance.

"I'm going to kill you noble dog!"

Lance laughed outright, and slapped him to the ground with a wave of his saber, gesturing with his hand, "Take it down, take it away."

Now if we want to promote medical progress, a dozen pirates are not enough, we need a large number of experimental subjects.

In the past, he couldn't control so much, as long as he could catch him.

But now he has reserved part of his bottom line and only takes action against those who commit heinous crimes.

Because testing drugs on living people and doing human experiments is already challenging human nature, he must be careful to avoid falling into it.

There are some things that he needs to bear, and only he can bear them.

A few leaders were picked out after a round. When the main culprit was caught, the remaining refugees felt panicked for a moment. They didn't know how the people in front of them would treat them.

Indeed, Lance thought the same way, how to deal with these people?

Looking at the refugees with at least three to five hundred people in front of me gave me a headache.

These people have attacked their own team, so they should not be allowed to stay, but killing them here is an advantage for the ancestors.

The old guy just had a meal, should I prepare a midnight snack for him? That would be too filial~