Wearing black silk for a foreign woman

"She found us." In the forest, Linde was hiding in a patch of grass, locking onto Ranna, who looked like a village girl. "And Fran, you're suppressing me."

"Oh." Fran moved the two lumps of fat on Lind's head away.

"She is very powerful." Fenrir's beast hole locked onto Ranna, and the beast's intuition told Fenrir that Ranna was not an ordinary person.

"What should we do now? Kill her?" suggested little rabbit Judy.

"Didn't I tell you not to attack the serfs?" Linde said with a frown. "And they are just little kids. Don't kill them without thinking."

"I'm not a child anymore. I can give birth to bunnies," Judy protested in a low voice.

Just as several people lurking in the dark were communicating in low voices, Ran Na suddenly turned around and ran out of the forest.

There's an ambush! Ran Na must report this news back! Her sister is also there!

"We've been discovered!" Seeing this, Lind decisively ordered an assault. "Everyone, listen up! Attack!"

Following Lind's order, twenty-nine rabbits riding on wolves and one weasel riding on a wolf rushed out from the crowd and chased in the direction of Ranna's escape.

Hearing the voice behind her, Ran Na turned her head subconsciously, and then she was stunned. This painting style is not right!

When she turned around to look, Ranna accidentally tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.

Enduring the severe pain, Ranna turned around and prepared to draw her bow and shoot an arrow, then she saw all the cavalrymen ignoring her and rushing towards the camp.

Immediately afterwards, a young man who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old ran over. When he passed by Ran Na, he stopped and smiled at Ran Na, then continued running forward.

Ranna lay on the ground in a daze.

Chapter 361: Take Away in One Wave

Hespin was resting on the straw. The 15-year-old girl was not in good condition at the moment, she had a fever.

The life of pioneering was very hard, especially at this time when winter was about to come, but Hespan had no choice. He and his sister were driven out of the lord's territory and became refugees. If they did not come here, they would have a hard time even surviving a winter.

The heir of the Pruy family organized a land reclamation team, and the two sisters joined without hesitation. No matter how bad the situation was, it wouldn't be worse than being a refugee, right? The two sisters originally thought so, and then Hespan knew that they were wrong, very wrong.

The two sisters, along with a group of refugees who were also driven out of the territory for various reasons, were forced to open up wasteland on an isolated island far away from the mainland as winter was approaching.

Although the leader of the pioneering team, Guiyang IX, generously stated that the first year's taxes would be waived, there was no place to live, let alone income. The knights also brought food and generously stated that they would give it to the serfs, but the amount the knights gave was barely enough to eat, not to mention that the knight squires who supervised the work would embezzle some of it.

If he was healthy, he might be able to hold on, but Hespan was injured and his wound was infected. Lying on the straw, the serfs around him worked indifferently, and no one cared about Hespan. It was not that they were indifferent, but that they were numb.

Hespan was not the first person to die of illness here, and he would not be the last.

Suddenly, the world spun in front of her eyes. The hunger and infection made Hespan's consciousness dazed. After a while, Hespan regained consciousness and looked in the direction where her sister left.

At least, I have to hold on until my sister comes back and see her for the last time... Hespan thought to himself.

Then, the girl with hair the color of wheat ears saw a group of strangely painted beings rushing out of the woods.

"For Mother Earth!"

"God is above!"

"WAAAAAGH!" Accompanied by different war cries, a group of beastmen rushed out of the woods and charged towards the simple camp.

The incident happened very suddenly, but the next moment, all the serfs acted in a manner consistent with their status and fled in all directions.

The knight servants in charge of supervision were well-trained and reacted immediately. They threw away the uneaten rabbit meat in their hands, picked up their weapons, and prepared to fight.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The leader of the knight attendants drew his knight's sword and shouted loudly. "For Batoran!"

After a war cry, a translucent energy enveloped the little leader.

This is a special combat skill mastered by the knights of Batoran, called Knight's Combat Skill. Different from magic, it seems to come from the belief in the Lady of the Lake, because only knights from the Batoran region can use it.

"For Batoran!" Led by the little leader, the other seven knights and attendants also shouted together. The translucent energy immediately spread out from the little leader and spread to all the knights and attendants.

As the group combat skills were activated, the little leader showed a mocking smile on his face. In his opinion, the enemy would only be those strange beastmen, whose combat power was lower than that of normal beastmen. Now that the group combat skills had been activated, even if there were only eight people, even if there were thirty beastmen, they could still fight.

What's more, the serfs had already been driven out to conduct physical reconnaissance in the area, and there were no beastman tribes nearby.

Just as the little leader was thinking about how much merit he could gain this time, he was stunned because of the appearance of the enemy.

I saw a group of rabbit beastmen riding on wolf beastmen, shouting strange slogans and rushing over.

Even though he had seen a lot of battles, the little leader was still stunned by the enemy in front of him. After all, he was a knight's squire with rich combat experience. If no lord was willing to confer the title, he would have been a knight long ago. What kind of enemy had he not seen?

But he had never seen this enemy before.

Not only the small leader, but everyone else was a little confused facing the enemy they encountered for the first time. However, after all, they were all professional soldiers, and they quickly adjusted their mindsets and prepared for battle.

Soon, the two sides came into contact. Since the enemy was riding a mount, they thought they were cavalry, so those standing in the front raised their shields and prepared to meet the impact.

Then the next moment, the shield was fixed from left and right by iron claws, and the nail hammer attacking from above hit the top of the head of the person behind the shield accurately.

After the knights and squires blocked the wolves below, there was nothing defending right above their heads. Then the rabbits sitting on the wolves' shoulders used maces to crack the knights and squires' heads open like coconuts.

Since the knights' servants were completely unprepared for this kind of warfare, four of them fell down as soon as they came into contact. The little rabbits of the Killer Rabbit Tribe, although they all looked white and cute, they always kept killing, killing, killing, and thinking about how to maximize the efficiency of killing. Lind had wondered more than once why the Killer Rabbit Tribe had such outrageous behavior.

The little rabbits got addicted to the feeling of cracking a coconut with a hammer. The pleasure was better than bleeding with a dagger. The little rabbits were merciless. After the four knights' attendants fell, they were immediately killed by the wolf cubs who were their mounts to prevent them from standing up again.

The weapons used by wolf beastmen are not common swords, spears, swords, or sticks, but iron claws. Due to their combat habits, wolf beastmen are not used to human weapons, and prefer to tear them apart directly with their hands rather than holding weapons. Therefore, based on the combat habits of wolf beastmen and the suggestions of craftsmen, Lind designed this iron claw, which is also enchanted like Lind's magic sword. It can be activated when necessary to tear apart the enemy's defenses directly. However, since it is a mass-produced product, it can only be activated three times.

The four knights and attendants standing in the front were chopped into pieces after their heads were split open, and the formation was broken at once. Then, three of the remaining knights and attendants were immediately overwhelmed by the enemies who far outnumbered them.

In the end, the only one still standing was the little leader. The reason he was still alive was not because he was stronger in fighting than the others, but because he was standing at the back.

Just when the little leader was feeling desperate, his eyes suddenly lit up and he saw a human following the beastman.

The little leader didn't know why a human would stand with the blasphemous beastmen, nor did he want to know. The only thing he knew was how the other little leader felt.

"Human over there!" The little leader shouted to Lind, "In the name of the Lady of the Lake! I challenge you to a sacred duel!"

Chapter 362: Sacred Duel

Lind was almost fourteen years old at this time, but due to the free power of the Blood God and the enhanced nutrition through drinking milk during this period, Lind now looked like he was fifteen or sixteen years old and was almost an adult.

Although the individual was only about 1.6 meters tall, the contrast was unbearable. People in this world were generally malnourished. Even the nobles were not as tall as they were in the world before they crossed over because they did not have enough protein intake. As a result of the contrast, in the eyes of others, Lind looked like a relatively young boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

The little leader was desperate at this time. When he saw a human among the beastmen, he subconsciously thought that he was the little leader, or even a knight's squire, and immediately challenged Lind to a sacred duel. However, when Lind approached, the little leader realized that he might have seen it wrong.

He was wearing a black top and long pants, with no metal armor on his body, only leather armor on his arms and shoulders, and a long sword on his back. He didn't look like a knight at all. But the words had already been spoken, and the little leader had no choice but to bet that Lind would agree.

Linde was very surprised by the other party's request. He actually challenged him to a sacred duel in such a place! ?

Are you out of your mind!?

But it doesn't matter. Linde sneered and walked towards the little leader. He drew his sword and walked to a position about seven steps away from the little leader.

"Go and bring back all the serfs." Lind ordered Fenrir and Judy.

"Yes, sir!" The two beastmen nodded, and then commanded their men to chase the escaped serfs.

"You challenged me to a holy duel." Linde sneered at the little leader. "I accept your challenge."

"According to the rules of the sacred duel, we will fight one-on-one. No matter who wins or loses, the other party cannot pursue the matter further." Lind said according to the rules. "If I win, you will be my slave. If you win, I will let you leave safely."

"It's a deal! From now on! The oath is established!" Hearing Lind's answer, the little leader was overjoyed. Lind's words clearly showed that Lind was really a knight's squire.

A sacred duel is a form of duel between knights. According to the virtues of the knights, once one party proposes a sacred duel, that is, a one-on-one duel, the other party must accept it. This is the honor of the knight.

When the duel began, Lind first saluted the opponent, and it was a very standard knight's etiquette. This also made the little leader more confident in his judgment.

According to etiquette, the little leader also returned the greeting and bowed. Then, the moment he bowed his head, he heard a burst of extremely fast footsteps, and then he was hit hard on the back of his head and fainted.

"Humph~" After ending the battle with a clean sneak attack, Lind curled his lips in contempt and put his sword back into the scabbard. "Holy duel!? I have more than 30 cavalrymen under my command and I want to fight you in a holy duel!?"

"Is he dead?" Seeing the duel had been decided, Fran, who had done nothing throughout the whole process, came up and asked.

"He shouldn't be dead." Linde said uncertainly. "Don't kill him, tie him up first. If he wakes up, we can ask him something."

"Okay." Fran nodded, then summoned vines and tied up the little leader.

"When did you learn this trick?" Linde asked in surprise.

"Just ten days ago." Fran replied, and gave Lind a wink.

Ten days ago, that was when Fran was stuffed with cream.

Linde rolled his eyes and said nothing, waiting for the others to catch up with the fleeing serfs. With the speed of the wolf beastmen, it was not difficult to catch up with those hungry serfs.

And because the other side had no horse, Fran, who was just a background board throughout the scene, wanted to find something to do. So she looked at the corpses on the ground and thought of the mass that the battle nuns performed for the dead in the camp.

The Son of God is obviously establishing the Church of Mother Earth with reference to the Church of the Divine Emperor. If that's the case, can I try to familiarize myself with the process of the mass?

Thinking of this, Fran walked up to the corpses. Linde also looked at Fran, curious about what she wanted to do.

"May Mother Earth forgive me... huh?" The first place Fran walked to was the "corpse" lying on the haystack. This corpse was not a soldier, it just happened to be lying there.

Fran was just about to hold a simple mass like the war nuns did, when she saw that the corpse was alive.

Then something was wrong with the body.

"Linde, come and see her." Fran immediately shouted to Linde.

"Huh?" Linde walked over after hearing that, and then saw the "corpse" lying in the haystack.

Lying on the haystack was a girl with hair as brown as wheat ears, wearing common village girl clothes. Her face was dirty and covered with mud, which was still fresh. There was fresh mud on her right hand.

Did you paint your face dirty the first time you saw an enemy rushing in? Smart girl.

The girl looked terrible, with her eyes closed and her breathing weak. Lind tried to touch her, but she felt hot.

"What a high temperature!" Linde frowned, and then smelled an unpleasant odor coming from the other person's legs. He lifted up her skirt, and a shocking wound appeared in front of Linde.

Wound infection, sepsis. Lind diagnosed it immediately.

"Get away from my sister!" Just as Lind lifted the girl's skirt, a delicate voice came from the side.

"Quiet!" Lind shouted at the other party. "The patient's condition is very critical! If you don't want your sister to die, shut up!"

The person who rushed over was Ranna, who went hunting in the forest and had met Linde once. She had been observing the battle until she saw her sister being targeted by Linde. Ranna could not help herself and rushed over without caring about her own safety.

Then Ranna was stopped by Linde.

Ranna looked at Lind and Fran beside Lind at a loss. Fran first untied the bag on her back, took out a short totem pole, nailed it to the ground, and then began to chant words that Ranna could not understand.

Then, Ranna saw Lind take out several small bottles from a wooden box, open them, and pour the garlic-smelling liquid into her sister's mouth.

He was saving his sister, although she couldn't understand it, Ranna was sure of it.

"I don't know if it's too late." After feeding the medicine, Lind took out the surgical instruments that had been prepared long ago from the wooden box and prepared to clean the wound.

"Oh, right." Before he could do anything, Lind suddenly thought of something and looked up at Ran Na. "Are you a relative of the patient?"

"Yes, I am her sister."

"Your sister is in a serious condition. I can't guarantee that I can save her."

"It's okay. I believe you."

Chapter 363 Antibiotics

The battle broke out very suddenly. The serfs in the camp were all working well, and then they were suddenly attacked.

Although the serfs in the camp were almost all hungry and the heavy physical labor made them lose their ability to think, and they could only work mindlessly and instinctively under the whips of the supervisors, when the battle broke out, almost all the serfs chose to flee at the first opportunity, running in the opposite direction of the enemy.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, except for the forest that Lind and his party rushed out from, the area around the camp was all plains, and most of the serfs were hungry and tired and could not run far. Soon, all the fleeing serfs were intercepted by the Rabbit Wolf Cavalry and driven back.

"Don't run anymore! Turn back! This is the order of the Son of God!" After Judy stopped the fleeing serfs, she shouted at them.

Perhaps it was Judy's fair and lovely image that gave the serfs some sense of security, or perhaps it was because of the huge, ferocious, and bloody iron claws in Fenrir's hand, who was carrying Judy on his back, that all the serfs did not choose to resist after being stopped, and returned the same way honestly. Although their thinking was slow, the serfs were not stupid, and they knew that facing such a "terrible" enemy, it was impossible to escape in such a plain terrain.

Soon, the serfs were driven back to the simple camp in groups of three or four. All the serfs were driven back and were penned together like sheep by simple wooden fences.

All the serfs were waiting for their fate in numbness and fear. If they were caught by the beastmen, there was only one outcome: the men would be eaten, and the women would be first violated and then eaten.

Then, in front of the surprised gazes of the serfs, this group of beastmen...began to distribute food! ?

"Everyone has a piece of black bread, and no one is allowed to steal others'." A beastman with fox-like ears, wearing a nun's uniform of the Divine Emperor Church, but wearing the abstinence uniform in a way that gave off a different vibe, took a large bag of black bread and distributed it to the serfs. After a brief silence, all the serfs were excited and rushed to take the black bread from the nun's hands.

After eating the bread, the hunger was slightly relieved, and some serfs regained some spirit in their eyes, and their dull brains began to work. Many serfs began to wonder who these beastmen who looked like humans were.

And who is the Son of God they keep mentioning?

Soon, the question was answered. After distributing the black bread, the beastman in nun's clothes came to the haystack.

"Your Highness, the bread has been distributed." Fran reported to Linde who was squatting on the ground.

"Yeah." Lind, who was bandaging the wound after cleaning, nodded.