Our family is in decline

Under Sapan's guidance, Lance drove all the way and soon found the place where the team stayed deep in the dense forest.

Just that he was so close naturally aroused the vigilance of the barbarian warriors who were already under high pressure.

Although they were not in the right state, they still had the tenacity to counterattack under pressure. When the sentry noticed, he had already bent his bow and shot an arrow at the incoming figure.

I saw an arrow shooting towards Lance. This thing didn't scare Lance, but for a moment, it scared Sapan behind him. His already pale face turned as pale as a blank sheet of paper, and his pupils suddenly tightened. From round pupils to snake-like slit-shaped vertical pupils.

It can be seen that even if the ritual failed, the power still transformed his body.

But Lance didn't see this scene, and he didn't even have the slightest sense of crisis about the current danger.

He just grabbed the arrow and caught it out of thin air. No one could see this scene more clearly than Sapan, who was a bit sluggish.

"You see clearly who we are!"

At this time, Lance's voice woke him up, and he quickly stood up from behind Lance and kept waving and shouting.

"It's me! I'm back!"

Lance didn't care about the misunderstanding. He put Sapan down, walked up, and handed the arrow back to the shooter without forgetting to say something.

"Your ejaculation is quite accurate."

The archer looked at the arrow in his hand.

Didn’t I just ejaculate? Why are you back?

He was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses. Needless to say, his skills were natural, but this was the first time someone encountered such a situation, and his head just shut down.

This person is too strong!

After such a pause, Greendale also followed. She was not wearing barbarian clothes, nor did she take out her staff or mask. It would be difficult for people who had never seen her to recognize her at first glance.

Not to mention that the mountains are spreading rumors that she is dead. As a historical figure whose topic has long since disappeared, even if someone has seen Grendel back then, they would not think of a "dead person" now.

However, the barbarian mercenaries who had gathered just now under the leadership of Sapan did not stop them. These people also saw the move just now and fell into inevitable shock.

Lance observed these barbarians. They were all women and children, and some were strong. There were basically no old people in sight.

These people all expressed confusion and uneasiness, like lost sheep because the "leader" fell...

Sapan led the two of them through the crowd, and soon found Boslake, who was lying on hay and fur, with little consciousness.

"Sir, save father!" Sapan begged and looked at the two of them.

Lance took a look. Compared to the first time they met, he could see that he was aging visibly. His figure was even thinner and his cheeks were sunken. It seemed that he was not living a good life during this period.

"The ritual backlash and spiritual overdraft are all troubles, not to mention that it takes too long. In addition, I am already overworked and my body is extremely weak."

Greendale shook her head solemnly and said a lot of words to heighten the heavy atmosphere.

Doesn't she know what Lance is doing? Don't talk about this situation, she has seen it even in more serious cases. Isn't it just to pave the way for Lance?

But these words really scared Sapan. Knowing the ability of the deer-headed priest, if she said there was no way to save him, then...

How could Lance not know what she was doing? He could only shake his head with a wry smile and comforted Sapan.

"It's okay, leave it to me."

Without hanging on others, Lance directly took out the "universal potion" and poured it into Boslake himself. That gesture was enough.

At least the barbarians who were watching were curious and stretched their necks to look over, their eyes full of curiosity and a glimmer of hope.

They need someone to carry them down.

"It's okay, he will recover soon." Lance said, using [Flesh and Blood Reconstruction].

In the eyes of a transcendent, troublesome problems are as simple as breathing to him, but he still holds back and does not completely allow him to recover. If the performance is too outrageous, it will be unreal.

Although he hasn't woken up yet, Boslake's condition has improved visibly. His breathing, which was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, has become clear and steady. There is also a trace of blood on his withered face, and there is no longer the feeling that he will die at any time.

"It's nothing serious. Just give it some time to recover."

Lance put away those things and said a word of comfort.

But at this time, he glanced at the onlookers around him. He didn't feel stage fright at all. Instead, he casually asked Sapan.

"Tell me, what's going on with you? How did you end up like this?"

However, Sapan was not as alert as others. When he was about to speak, he was blocked by others.

"Who are you?"

At this time, those barbarians realized what they were doing, right! Who is this person? Why are you here?

Faced with everyone's doubts, Lance asked with a smile.

"Boslake asked you to come to Hamlet to find me. Who do you think I am?"

At this time, many people had already reacted, but they still couldn't believe it, because the scene just now exceeded their imagination.

How could a noble lord carry a barbarian boy on his back?

Not to mention treating a seriously injured barbarian just now.

Just when everyone fell into silence for a moment, Lance finally gave a small blessing to wake up the sleeping Boslake, showing a carefully constructed scene among the onlookers of the barbarians.

"Ah...what happened to me?" Boslake only remembered that the last memory was that he was on the way forward, and he probably couldn't hold on and fell down.

"Father!" Sapan watched as Boslake, who had been so weak that he lost consciousness, gradually regained consciousness and hurried up, "Father, are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." Boslake reacted quickly, his consciousness quickly returned, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the two people standing in front of him.

When I saw Greendale, I knew I had come back to life, and I couldn't help but say thank you.

"Priest, your kindness dispels the fog from the mountains..."

"Father, it was the lord who saved you, and we have come to Hamlet."

Sapan whispered a reminder from the side, which made Boslake look at the man.

Mysterious and powerful, I only saw that smiling face when we met twice, as if nothing could shake him.

Just standing there can make people feel inexplicably calm, and all the uneasy emotions seem to dissipate.

"Lord Lord."

Boslake reacted after being stunned for a moment. He struggled to stand up and say hello, but his posture unknowingly lowered.

"It's okay~" Lance smiled and reached out to give him a hand. He looked so impeccable that people couldn't help but feel trustful.

If Boslake had only wanted to escape from the mountains before, he was forced to pin his hopes on Grendel.

In fact, he was not sure what was going on with Hamlet, who had never been there, and whether those people would receive him.

So now he seems to understand something, the hope of people like himself lies in this man.

There was no hesitation this time. Boslake took the snake bow as soon as he stood up, knelt down on one knee towards Lance, and held up the big bow with both hands.

"Please, Lord, accept us and save so many people...otherwise they won't survive this winter."

This scene was seen by many barbarians, and many of them were unwilling to surrender to the imperial nobles.

But Boslake already explained something in the second half of his sentence. Many people have fallen along the way. If they don't get shelter, most of them will not survive this winter.

They want to loudly refuse to show that they will not give in, but they have lost their respective tribes and they are already losers.

Reality forced them to lower their heads, and the young men seemed to be escaping, averting their eyes and not wanting to look over.

The women, holding their children, looked here with longing eyes, hoping to be accepted, but also uneasy, they were worried that Lance would reject him.

After all, the conflict between the mountains and the empire has been going on for more than a day or two, and the estrangement between the two sides is naturally like a thick barrier...

Lance could feel their complicated emotions intertwined. He didn't just take the big bow, but turned around and shouted to those people, raising his hands in the air.

"Everyone's eyes are on me, look at me, look at me, I'll make an announcement!"

These words attracted everyone's attention, and Lance continued.

"I won't say that you will get everything when you come here. What I can promise you is that everyone in Hamlet will receive fair and just treatment. The hard-working people here will not go hungry, nor will they have to worry about wind and snow."

Lance didn't promise them anything. If these barbarian mercenaries were still useful at the beginning, they would be worth wooing.

But now that they have developed, they are no different from other refugees to Lance, and are even more troublesome.

First of all, they are mountain barbarians. Although they are also human beings, their thoughts probably have the same barbaric and weird habits of the mountains, which is difficult to change.

The second is the friction between the mountains and the empire for so many years. Although Lance doesn't care, he can't guarantee the attitude of others.

Moreover, only a few elites of these barbarians are worth cultivating, and most of the others are of no use. Especially with so many women and children, they cannot even bring out the most practical combat power of the barbarians.

They couldn't even talk about refugees with good "quality", so all Lance could give them was a relatively fair environment, and at that time it was only relative.

It was based on this consideration that he did not take over Boslake's bow because he did not want to make too important a commitment.

Fairness and justice are set by Hamlet's rules. It doesn't matter who comes, he must maintain it, so it is the same as whether he said these so-called promises or not.

This is the art of language.

But that's not what Lance said. After he finished saying this, he turned to look at the somewhat disappointed Boslake and emphasized:

"I will not take advantage of your difficulties to force you to be loyal to me, but I will lend a helping hand to anyone in difficulty."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to lift Boslake up from his knees and shouted loudly.

"Welcome to Hamlet!"

I have to say that these two sentences of his directly elevated all the previous foreshadowing to several levels.

Those barbarians who were emotionally suspicious of Lance just now wanted to slap themselves twice.

How could I doubt such a noble person?

What is charisma?

Judging from the wariness of those barbarians when they first saw Lance, to their sincere submission now, it only took about ten minutes, or a few sentences.

Damn, he doesn't take any responsibility at all. He lets all the good people be fooled, and he also gains the trust of those who are afraid of him. It can only be said that he is a master of killing wolves with nothing.

Greendale was watching from the side, maybe with a filter, but she didn't think there was anything strange. On the contrary, she saw that Lance was respected by those people, and a smile appeared on her face unconsciously.

She originally thought she had to show up on her own, but now it seems she was overly worried. Nothing could stop him.

"Let's go. Hamlet is right in front. Let's settle down anything. Don't worry, Hamlet is safe and has enough food."

For people on the run, nothing is more important than a place where they can eat well and have a good night's sleep.

A glimmer of hope could not help but appear on the desperate faces of the barbarians, and they began to pack their things and continue their journey.

But Boslake consciously fell at the end of the team and approached Lance to talk about what happened along the way.

"After I go back..."

Just as he had promised to Greendale, Boslake encouraged other barbarians to cause trouble for the Wolf Fang tribe when he returned.

And without the top combat power of the Wolf Warriors, coupled with the loss of a large number of elites, there is no doubt that this is a fat sheep in wolf's clothing.

Soon an elite team headed towards the headquarters of the Langya Tribe. At first they noticed something was wrong, because there were many exaggerated battle marks on the periphery, as well as tragic corpses nearby.

However, although they were confused about this, they continued to go deep into the past. What no one expected was that what they encountered there was not the warriors of the Langya tribe, nor the white wolves, but...

“We encountered a group of monsters that had completely lost their minds, their body shape and bones became deformed, and they looked like they were made up of humans and wolves.

The body is huge, but the skinny muscles are almost close to the bones, and the body is covered with long hair. In some parts, you can see the twisted tentacles of mutated flesh and blood, and the proliferation of disgusting things.

And what’s even more terrifying is…”

Those teams encountered those monsters, but they were not ordinary people, so why didn't they dare to touch them?

The monster is extremely powerful and extremely fast. Its outstretched claws can easily tear apart armor, and its wolf-like bite can easily break bones.

But this is not the most terrifying thing. What makes them despair is the monster's ability to heal itself and its ability to infect.

It is difficult for ordinary weapons to cause damage, but if bitten by a monster, it will be infected and turn into a similar monster.

The team suffered heavy casualties, and few could escape. He was a long-range attack, so he ran fast.

It was precisely because of this incident that lycanthropy began to spread in the mountains, forcing those tribes to withdraw their external armies to resist the twisted monster.

Thanks to [Mogu Chengxiao] for the 100 reward