I have a shelter

Dust flew, and the firelight in the house shone in front of the door. There were seven 'vagrants' with ragged clothes and dirty appearance, staring at this side with wide eyes. At first, they thought that a strange bear or something had smashed the door panel, and they didn't react for a while in panic.

When they saw the hideous figure with a hideous face and blood all over his body, they were sure that it should be a person.

"Giant! Giant! ~ Damn, how can there be a giant!" Someone was so scared that he screamed directly.

An arrow flew over tremblingly, and Alexander was too lazy to lift his shield and just shot it away.

"You damn bandits dared to attack the knights under the lord?!' Alexander said rudely with his eyes wide open, and the next sentence was directly roared: "It seems that I shouldn't have come to negotiate with kindness, because you don't want to live at all! ! "

As he said this, he strode in on the thick door panel. With a click, the door panel was crushed by him. This scene made a guy standing next to the fire tremble twice - the 'giant' walking towards him was too stressful. He took two steps back in panic and almost fell into the fire.

Lord, knights, negotiations.

For a moment, the bandits looked at the invincible giant in front of them and felt that they were not facing a person, but an army.

"We are not robbers, not robbers, sir!" These bandits hurriedly explained in a flurry. At this moment, they did not look like bandits at all, but like a group of panicked refugees. Don't talk about the army, look at the sword in the man's hand, it is bigger than a two-handed sword! And the huge oak shield in his hand is like a small round shield, which makes people lose any courage to fight him!

"Then why are you holding weapons against my knights?" A man suddenly walked in behind the giant: "Not a robber? Could it be the 'Gray Gloves' rebels? "

As he spoke, he stopped and looked out of the door.

With a clatter, the crude weapons fell to the ground.

'Very good,' George thought, throwing the dagger in his hand: 'The first step has been successful.'

He thought he had to kill one or two more people to deter them, but now it seems that he overestimated the courage of these bandits.

Or, in this doomsday, they are no different from those refugees.

Next, Alexander ordered the group of guys to get together. The bandits were very obedient in the roar, and soon they knelt back to back behind the campfire with their hands on their heads. A circle.

After that, they began to cower and look at the giant who was glaring at them fiercely while chewing the dinner that should have belonged to them.

George walked around the house, occasionally using the hammer to jump up one or two things to see. He found that this group of robbers was not as cowardly as they appeared to be - at least not when dealing with the weak.

So, they were not as harmless as they said.

There were some bloodstains in the house, and some clothes did not belong to these people, and there were also women's things.

After looking around, George said to He knew exactly what these guys did. But he didn't feel angry, just a little cold - this famine was much more serious than he thought, and the stories that happened in it made him feel cold all over.

Who said that only zombies eat people?

Of course, his idea was a bit too dark and arbitrary. There are many wild animals in the vineyard, and there are also hunting traps, so the bloodstains on the ground may also be left by slaughtering wild animals. And there are pumpkins next to the church. They are not particularly short of food.

As for those clothes, it is possible that they are just They were taken from zombies and used to start fires.

But many things did come from certain villages, so these bandits should have been to some villages and knew the specific locations.

George thought secretly, and his eyes swept over these people.

It wasn't too long after the two came in, but this period of silence made those who were already unarmed more and more frightened.

Especially when the lord, every time he picked up an item, he narrowed his eyes and looked at him coldly.

"The sins you have committed are enough to be hanged on the gallows twice! "He finally broke the silence, but it brought despair to people.

Some people cried and defended themselves, saying that they did not kill anyone. Some people looked around and started to think about it. Some people were tense, straightened their backs slightly, and looked at the door - the smart people had already reacted, and there might be no one outside, or it was far away from here.

But this required crossing the terrible giant, which was obviously not feasible, so he quietly grabbed the knife hidden in his boots and looked at the lord who looked easier to deal with, although he looked stronger than the thin himself.

George knew their reactions clearly, but he didn't care, but was somewhat satisfied.

If they all surrendered at once, he would not be at ease. And what the shelter needed next was a group of wolf cubs who had seen blood - even if they were a group of damn scum! As long as they could be used!

He needed a group of subordinates or slaves, and he really didn't have the right to pick and choose now.

But before that, he needed to take out some of the most "damn" guys inside to kill the chickens and scare the monkeys.

So, George interrupted those people and said slowly: "But the great God of Shelter is merciful, so if anyone can defeat me, I will give him a chance to live."

"Are you serious?" someone asked. But most people kept their heads down and said nothing, or were watching.

The lord stared at him coldly and nodded.

The man drew out his dagger and stood up. He looked at the lord and seemed a little hesitant, but then he tightened his dagger and started to attack.

However, a big sword suddenly chopped at him.

The sword was so fast that people had no time to react. The man just took a step and was directly split in half!

The blood splattered wildly, splashing half of the hall. The corpse was still twitching slightly on the ground, and those with blood on their faces were stunned and couldn't close their mouths.

"If you want to fight with my lord, you must defeat me first!!!" Alexander took a bite of the barbecue in his hand and sat back on the stone. It was as if he had just killed a chicken.

George didn't know how bad the dead man was, but he stood up, so it was obvious that he was the one who "deserved to die the most".

George nodded, and his footsteps slowly walked back and forth in the hall, and he said lightly: "Next."

He didn't feel ashamed of the so-called "duel" in his mouth.

But after hearing this, those people were completely desperate. They knelt there and cried, not knowing what to do. Maybe eat a good meal before going on the road? In any case, this is better than continuing to linger in this terrible world, right?

They couldn't resist anymore, and they couldn't bring themselves to do so. Look, how did their backbone, the leader who just stood up, die.

"Who else is willing to try?" George reminded again. His words reminded people of the countdown of the execution, which turned autumn into winter.

Everyone shook their heads and cried bitterly, and some wanted to crawl over to kiss the lord's boots and beg him, but they crawled back under the lord's cold eyes.

"It seems that none of you want to die, but you all deserve to die."

George paused heavily, and said: "Then I will give you a chance - use your contributions to exchange your lives from me. Sir Alexander told me before that he needs some followers. So, if any of you are recognized by me in the future, then I - 'Baron Johannes', will pardon your crimes."

George continued: "Of course, if anyone performs particularly well and makes outstanding contributions, then there may be a chance to get rid of the title of pariah and become my retainer in the future."

"So, from now on, if any of you want to live, then you must learn one thing - to please your master."

George's words imitated the tone of his father in this world, playing a feudal leader vividly.

Directly announced the fate of these people.

But these people who have lived at the bottom of society since childhood seemed to hear the sound of nature.

To live is something that most people in this world are striving for.

Now, they seem to have another chance to live better.

This time, George did not stop the crying people from crawling over to kiss his boots.

Kicking the dogs, George ordered them to pack up and pick up their weapons. The lord asked them to pack up and get on the road quickly, because the lord had a "place of salvation".

Those people packed up their things and picked up their weapons again. They stepped over the body that had already started to cool and surrounded Alexander. This time, they had a backbone again, and this backbone seemed to be able to keep them for longer.

George noticed that at this moment, a line of words appeared on the heads of these bandits: ['Really not very reliable' followers]

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