Tales of the Reincarnated Lord

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Chapter 291 Killing

Yesterday afternoon, Tagel played a big role in the enchantment of Viscount Timba. In the evening, the news that Viscount Timba would reward and reorganize the Shame Legion was spread throughout the city on the order of His Majesty King Luther III. The people of the Shameless Legion were happily, and the city defense troops and the soldiers left behind by the Janitor Legion were mixed with jealousy and made a noise all night.

On the second day, it was even more lively. Vats of ale from various taverns in the city, as well as potatoes in small pots and slices of beef, sheep and pork were transported into the Guards camp for accumulation. Like a mountain. Tagger also asked Chelva, Drey and others to requisition the cooks in the tavern, buy various fruits and vegetables and other banquet supplies, to prepare for a big dinner in the evening.

Thanks to the great news that the Viscount Timba would use wine and meat to reward the soldiers of the Shameless Legion, the number of people who went to the army today was as many as 700. This news made Luther III very satisfied, as long as there are this number for four or five consecutive days. , The Shame Legion is full.

The Viscount Timba was also very happy. He got five thousand gold coins from his brother-in-law Luther III, but only one thousand he gave to Tagore, but he asked Tagore to prepare for three wine and meat rewards. A warrant for Tagle to act cheaply.

Tagle didn't disappoint him. For a small amount of money, he got in touch with the stewards of the Xicheng material warehouse, and then he moved out a large amount of coarse grains from the warehouse and ordered the chef to make multi-grain bread in large quantities and bought a lot of salted fish. dry. By the time of five o'clock in the afternoon, all preparations had been completed, and the entire Imperial Guard camp was plunged into a cheerful banquet atmosphere.

As the protagonist of the Disgraceful Legion, the Viscount Timba will naturally come here to inspect it in person, and will toast all the Legionnaires to boost morale, and announce the rewards they will receive after performing their merits and the strict military discipline that will begin to be enforced. It’s just that the Viscount Timba didn’t focus on these trivial things. He carefully checked the rewards the soldiers received and found that each soldier had a grilled meat or braised pork, and a fruit and vegetable salad. There is a piece of steamed dried salted fish, a catty of potatoes and a cup of ale. As for how much whole grain bread to eat, I can't help but frown.

Tagger thought that Viscount Timba was dissatisfied with the amount and amount of rewards, but when he was about to explain, he was taken aside and scolded severely. Because the Viscount Timba thinks there are too many rewards, why do you want fruits and vegetables? Do you want salted fish? There are so many whole grain breads. Isn't it a waste of nothing? If it is more demanding, you can cut the amount of meat in half. As for the potatoes, you should add more water to it, so that one serving can become two servings. Even three copies...

The Viscount Timba hated iron and steel and said to Tagore that if his butler were to do this, at least four or five hundred gold coins would be saved from the thousand gold. It was really wasted on these rough pieces. It's a pity. Looking at the background of the wagon that the Viscount Timba had left angrily, Tagore felt that his perception of these master slave owners and nobles had been refreshed again. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. The wine and meat rewards of more than 20,000 people were not a small amount as he said to the Viscount Timba. He had already filled in all the thousand golden fortunes and spent more than 400 family funds. , After all, this is the last feast in the life of the soldiers of the Shameless Legion, so people have to eat better, right?

Starting in the evening, the gates of the Imperial Guard's camp were closed, but there were still many soldiers from the city defense forces who entered the camp through their friends. Tagle didn't care, and ordered to let go and drink, anyway, some of them were alcohol. Drinking until about ten o'clock in the evening, the noisy camp finally calmed down, and almost most of the soldiers fell into a dream. No one is on guard, no one is on guard, and no one is on duty. In the royal city, no one has the slightest sense of caution.

The slave gladiators who had been waiting for a day were dispatched under the leadership of Lorist, and El opened the side back door inside the Janitor camp. A feast of killing was waiting for these red-eyed slave gladiators.

The blood flowed across the ground by the feet inch by inch, this is the real blood flowing into a river, there are corpses everywhere...

An hour ago, it was a carnival venue full of people, but at this moment it became a massacre. The people in the drunk town lost their lives with joy.

There was a vomiting sound behind him, even if he vowed to pay for his blood before setting off, the unrelenting slave gladiator hesitated more and more in the silent killing, even feeling nauseous and vomiting.

Killing an enemy in a drunken dream is very simple, as long as the long sword is placed at the junction of his shoulder blade and throat and pressed down diagonally, ensuring that he will pass away quickly and painlessly. But let you kill twenty or even more in one go, then even the most iron-blooded slave gladiator has begun to soften...

These are lives of lives, not killing chickens. Even if these people who fell to the ground were all slave gladiators who hated the most abhorred slave hunters and murderous mercenaries, they were snoring with idiotic smiles on their faces when they were intoxicated in their dreams. Slave gladiators with swords are as defenseless as babies.

"This is a murder, not a battle..." Finally a slave gladiator dropped the sword in his hand and knelt on the **** mud: "I would rather fight them face to face than take it away silently. Their lives..."

"Because you see yourself as a warrior, that's why you think so." Lorist appeared next to the slave gladiator. His low voice was not loud, but it clearly spread to more than a thousand slaves. Fighter's ear: "But you were wrong. It is not innocent people who are falling drunk to the ground now, but beasts with blood on their hands. They carry the grievances of countless old and weak women and children on their backs. Think about how they rushed in. Quiet villages, how to slaughter and plunder others’ freedom? In their eyes, you are not their kind, but the two-legged cattle and sheep that bring them wealth...

Think of your relatives and companions who died in their hands, think of your cannibalism with your companions in the arena but it became a performance that made these beasts laugh, so will you still be soft? Take your long sword, as a warrior, your responsibility is to fight for yourself and your companions. These on the ground are just beasts in human skin. Every time you kill one, the innocent people will be more safe. ..."

The slave gladiator who had discarded the long sword took up his long sword again with a shame on his face, and the silent killing continued...

"Hurry up in front..." An anxious urging sound came from behind, seeming to feel deeply dissatisfied with the hesitation and slowness of the more than 1,000 slave gladiators who played the role of executioner. Nearly a hundred Norton family soldiers wearing the bronze breastplates of the Guardsmen appeared in more and more crowds. Without the bronze helmets, they were expressionless and indifferent like puppets. The swords fell together, and the drunks on the ground were in groups. Lost his life.

The silver moon above her head seemed to be unable to bear witnessing the killing that took place under her nose, hiding her cleanliness behind the faint clouds, but the dim red crescent of the blood moon on the horizon became brighter.

Now only one-third of the camp has been cleared, but more than an hour has passed. It is no wonder that Fatty Shi will be anxiously urging him. He is responsible for leading more than two thousand young and strong slaves waiting to move the granary and arsenal behind the camp. , And prepare to strip better equipped armor from the corpses on the ground. What he worries most is to alarm the enemy in the camp into a big mess, making his move of moving materials fall short.

The two thousand young and strong slaves were the result of his hard work last night. Behind the arena is the shack area where the slaves in the royal city lived. The homes of five or six hundred slaves who worked in the arena were there. It's just that the slave area is under the surveillance of the North City Wall Defense Brigade, standing on the city wall condescendingly to see the movement of the slave area.

However, Fatty Shi was not troubled by this. He sent several trusted slaves into the slave area with the golden gladiators Gilros and Mason, who were pretending to be slaves, and then found the location of the sewer, digging from top to bottom in a hidden shack. Out of a passage, more than 3,000 nearby slaves were secretly transferred to the underground cell, and sufficient labor was prepared for the next moving task.

Lorist walked around in the camp without much effort. The long sword in his hand was swaying randomly, and a little star burst from the tip of the sword. It fell into the throat and forehead of the drunk soldier, not much effort, Lorris Te's long sword has harvested nearly a hundred lives.

There is no mental pressure to kill these drunk Lorists, just like playing a game in a previous life. He feels that these are all npcs, and it is no big deal to kill them. What he didn't notice was that Lorester's eyes became redder and redder, revealing a **** smell, which made people shudder, but he just felt that everything in front of him seemed to be blinded. A layer of blood red veil...

Lorist stopped. At this moment, his thoughts and mental sensations spread in all directions like mercury vents, and soon occupied the entire Imperial Guard camp. There were one or two hundred people in the front camp who were not drunk. A goat is roasting around the campfire. There are a few others in the barracks on the left who are wiping their bodies and preparing to go to bed. A dozen cooks on the stove on the right are preparing to make a sumptuous supper for themselves. Two slaves secretly took a bone and gulped at the old, tough, burnt flesh.

Strangely, how did this feel so similar to the feeling when the Flying Fish, which was driving in the dawn of the Golden Bay, broke through the encirclement of the Checkerd Chamber of Commerce fleet when he killed three hundred people on that boat? It seems that everything is under my control, and even those people who are about to do the actions are very familiar with them, but at that time I was stunned. Although I knew I was killing people, my consciousness was unable to control myself like I do now. body of,

Lorist squatted, stood up, stretched out his hands, bent over, bowed his head, turned sideways, and finally stretched out his fingers to grab a few in mid-air, making sure that he could easily control every movement of his body. Well, I remember that I met a real danger on the boat. More than 300 people swarmed up to the sword and had nowhere to go before they forced themselves into the blood-red world. But now it was just an easy killing, how could he enter this strange blood-red world? And I still feel so awake and at ease?

Lorester didn't think about things that he couldn't think through. Since he entered this blood-red world, don't waste it. Lorist bowed his body, like a plume of smoke, disappeared from the place in twilight, and when he reappeared, he was already at the bonfire at the front of the camp. At that moment, two hundred people suddenly stood still, and then fell to the ground. The ale in one of his hands was splashed on the bonfire when he fell, and a flame rose up to Lao Gao...

One of the more than ten cooks over there looked up and just saw the crowd falling to the ground. His complexion suddenly became horrified. He was about to open his mouth and yell. A figure suddenly appeared in front of him, a cold hand. The sword was inserted into his mouth, and the tip of the sword came out from behind his head.

After cooking these ten or so cooks, Lorester remembers that there were still two living people on the stovetop, who had appeared beside the stovetop in a flash, and when he looked at them, he saw that the two skinny slaves still had lash marks on their bodies. They were hiding in the innermost, holding a bone and chewing happily, and their left shoulders were still imprinted with slaves.

Lorester's long sword crossed and lightly slapped it on the back of the two slaves' heads. The two slaves held their bones and passed out into a coma. This is a helpless move. If you want to save them, you must first knock them out and take them out of here. Otherwise, let them see the corpses and the merciless killings there are only two consequences, one is scared and the other is scared. Scream, that would add a lot of trouble to Lorist...

The killing finally ended at two o’clock in the middle of the night. Lorester had already retreated from the blood-red world. This time he didn’t fall to the ground and sleep for a few days and nights like last time. It’s just that his face was a little bit dark. Pale, feeling very exhausted mentally, now he is just trying his best to support, watching his family soldiers vomiting and peeling pieces of leather armor and equipment from the corpses on the ground.

Slave Great Sword Master Hughes came to Lorist's side, his face was also very pale.

"Tired?"

Seuss Great Swords shook his head: "I don't feel tired physically, but I can see the corpses everywhere, but I find that I don't feel happy at all. For some reason, I killed so many members of the slave hunting team that I hate. ~www.readwn.com~ But I don’t have the pleasure of revenge, and I even feel a little tired..."

Lorist smiled dryly: "Yes, we killed more than 20,000 people. This is an amazing record, and we are still not damaged. But none of the enemies can fight back. Let us I don’t think victory is by force. And we are warriors, not butchers. Many people can't stand such unilateral killings. Or else, take those slave gladiators home first. The killing tonight was a great deal for them. Great excitement..."

Looking in the direction of Lorist’s fingers, most of the familiar slave gladiators sat on the ground without a word, and several slave gladiators leaned together and cried silently...

The Great Sword Master Xius looked at the soldiers of the Norton family again, and couldn't help but sighed: "My lord, your family's armed forces are really elite and unmatched. They are very strong and well-trained. The killing just now did not affect them. Little influence."

"Because they firmly believe that what they are doing is right." Lorist said with pride: "Killing these beasts is like killing the beasts that invaded our family territory. The more they kill the family and the family they want to protect. A good life will be safer. Our Norton family is never sentimental for the enemy, because only the dead enemy is the best enemy..."

"Well, only the dead enemy is the best enemy, Lord Locke, this sentence is really domineering!" Xiuss Great Sword exclaimed.

"We did this too." Lorist smiled faintly: "Let's go, let's go to the back and see how many things Shred and the others have moved back."

"By the way, you two come here. There are two slaves beside this stove. I knocked them unconscious. You take them to the arena."

"Yes, my lord."

……(To be continued.)