Lord of the North

　　 "The craftsmanship is very good!"

　　 With a leg of lamb in his hand, Jason cut a piece of meat into his mouth with the knife carried by Susen, and praised a young guard who looked a little shy with his thumbs up.

　　 He just finished handling the three sheep swiftly, his skillful techniques made Ronald look a little dumbfounded.

　　 And he doesn't have too much seasoning and only some salt can grill this delicious taste, which is charred on the outside and tender on the inside. Jason thinks this young man can open a rotisserie.

　　 set up two fires in the wild to roast a whole lamb. A group of people gathered around to eat meat and ate their mouth full of oil. This made Jason feel a little warm from his previous life, just like having a barbecue on the side of the road in his previous life.

　　 This makes Jason feel a lot more stressful.

　　 "Your honor is praised." The young guard wiped the oil from his mouth and smiled and whispered.

　　 The guards and Ronald around were not as particular as Jason, they cut a large piece of meat with a knife and started stuffing them into their mouths, so the hands and mouth were all oily.

There are also five guards scattered around on guard. The strong smell of meat makes them unceasingly swallow. Unfortunately, they have to wait until the other five people have eaten before they can enjoy it. They can only secretly pray that these guys can save some for themselves. Meat.

　　 Jason is very envious, so he can feel eating meat, but unfortunately he is a nobleman, he must always maintain noble etiquette in front of outsiders.

　　 "Everyone eat slowly, as long as you can get to Erbia Town tonight." He said helplessly as he watched the gobbled guards.

　　 "Yes, sir!" Everyone responded in unison, and then the meat in their hands ate very slowly and made a noise on purpose.

　　 The guards who were on the alert looked resentful and vowed to make these guys look good when they returned.

　　……

　　 In the town of Iron Tooth, Lancelot sent Jason away, and just returned to the barracks, he received news from the security captain Gary, a very bad news.

　　 A resident was killed outside the town. The bodies of two hunters who had just returned from hunting were found behind a hillside in the north of the town.

　　 When he rushed to the outside of the town, he saw that a group of security team members had sealed it off. When he approached the scene, he was shocked by the horror in front of him.

　　 "What's the matter?" He asked Gary with a sullen face. Just less than half a day before Jason walked with his front foot, such a vicious incident happened near the town. How could he have a face to see Jason again.

　　 One of the two hunters who died was chopped in half from the shoulder, and the hunting knife in his hand was also chopped. The other was even more miserable and was cut directly in the waist. It is conceivable what kind of force they received.

　　 Their eyes without staring glances seemed to be filled with disbelief, and their stagnant expressions were filled with horror and pain. It seemed that they had been ambushed. Because the hunting knife from the waist of the other hunter was not pulled out.

　　 "I hope I guessed wrong. If they really came, it would be terrible." Gary looked worried.

　　 "Who are they?" Lancelot asked, frowning, he didn't like this kind of talk half way.

　　 "The barbarians on the northern ice sheet." Gary pointed to a huge mess of footprints not far away: "Look at the wound, they were killed yesterday."

　　 "Why didn't you report yesterday?"

　　 "It may be dark, and I didn't find it during the patrol."

　　 "Find them as soon as possible, and then get rid of them." Lancelot ordered in a deep voice.

　　 "What we should do more now is to move the residents of nearby villages to the town for refuge." Gary objected.

　　 Lancelot turned to look at him suspiciously.

　　 "These beasts came too early this year, which is obviously unreasonable..." Gary explained, but was interrupted by an angry voice, but he did not show dissatisfaction, but looked helplessly out of the crowd.

　　 "Get out of the way!" A rough voice came, which caught Lancelot's attention. Is that Sir Donne? The aura is thicker and heavier, and it seems that his extraordinary power has begun to awaken.

　　 Only when he was in his forties awakened his extraordinary power, or he awakened naturally, which is really surprising.

　　 Sure enough, he was more than two meters tall and was able to squeeze in with the shape of Ronald. He carried the centaur longbow given by Jason on his back and wore a hunter's leather armor, but his whole body was neat and tidy.

　　Dorn, who has just become a nobleman, hasn't adapted to so many noblemanship, and still retains his previous habits.

　　 "Master Lancelot." After he came in, he bowed slightly towards Lancelot, which was a respect for the strong.

　　 "Sir Don, hello." Lancelot replied.

　　 "Give me a team and let me take people to catch them." Donn nodded to Gary again, then stared at Lancelot and said in a deep voice.

　　 "Forgive me for not agreeing." Lancelot refused decisively. Now Dorn is a nobleman, he must not be allowed to commit danger, and he is not qualified to order him.

　　 "Then I will take my own people to hunt them down!" Dorne said firmly, staring into Lancelot's eyes.

　　 "You are embarrassing me." Lancelot is not to be outdone. Although Dorn is a lot higher than him, his aura is much stronger than Dorn.

　　 "If I don't kill them, I feel uneasy."

　　 "You are just escaping from your past." Lancelot dismantled Don's thoughts mercilessly. He was still blaming himself for the death of his brother, and he regarded all the savages as his enemies.

　　 He wanted to lead his troops to hunt down these barbarians just to make his own blame can be played down a bit, but this can't change him. This is paralyzing his mind~www.wuxiaspot.com~Dorn is silent.

　　 Gary was afraid that the two men would suddenly fight. If these two fierce men fight, they can’t hold their small arms and legs.

　　 "I will bring people there by myself. No matter what you say, I will find them." Donn was defeated by Lancelot's strong aura in the end, but he still insisted on his ideas.

　　 "..." Lancelot looked at him a little speechlessly, this person really didn't know what to do.

　　 "I can give you a team of one hundred people, but you only have five days. If you don't find them in five days, you will return to Ironfang Town." Lancelot said solemnly at last.

　　Since you can't stop him, send a team to help him, otherwise, if something goes wrong, you will be upset.

　　 "Thank you." Dorn bowed deeply and said sincerely.

　　 "Notify their family first and bury them." Lancelot turned around and sighed. This is truly a disaster.

　　 "In previous years, they all went south during the deep winter. This year they will come in the early winter." Seeing that the atmosphere eased, Gary continued on with the words just now.

　　 "Send the army to **** the villagers in the territory to the town of Tieya for refuge." Lancelot looked at the messy footprints in the distance and the woods in the north.

　　 I don't know how many barbarian tribes will go south, and how many barbarians will ravage the Ironfang collar, so the villagers can only be gathered here to rely on the walls of Ironfang Town to defend them.

　　 "Yes, my lord."

　　 "In addition, send seventy infantrymen and thirty archers to cooperate with Sir Donne to search for the barbarians going south, find them, and then kill them."

　　 "Yes!" the adjutant responded loudly.