Several soldiers were guarding the big tent in the center of the camp, and the few serfs who were lucky enough to escape had been brought into the tent.
Except for Knight Philip, who had to maintain order outside, all the people in charge of the camp were gathered in the tent.
The two injured serfs were placed on a soft cushion. Their backs and arms were scratched to varying degrees. Due to the corrosion of the power of decay, the wounds had begun to fester. Fortunately, there were druids in the camp now. Pitman was using his own potion and druid spells to heal the two unlucky serfs. Fortunately, there were druids in the camp now. Pitman was using his own potion and druid spells to treat the two unlucky serfs.
The other two uninjured serfs stood in front of Gwen, trembling. Fear still lingered in their hearts. Even if they had escaped to the safety of the camp, they could not control their trembling. But at least they were survivors of the disaster a few months ago, and at least they still had the courage to complete a complete sentence.
"After … after entering the mountain, we went west … On the fork, there were monsters, blood-red demons. There were several of them. We ran into them face to face!" A serf said, trembling. "We ran as fast as we could, but Tok was caught by the monsters. He stopped moving after a few seconds …"
Knight Byron, who was standing next to Gawain, was obviously dissatisfied with such a messy report. He frowned and said, "How many do you mean? Where is the fork to the west? Those monsters are very agile. How did you run away? "
The two serfs were startled by the stern questioning of the 'Lord Knight' and were at a loss of what to do. Gawain immediately said, "Don't ask that. They won't be able to say anything when they're nervous. You two, relax. Tell me how you ran away."
The two serfs looked at each other. One of them swallowed and said, "Those monsters didn't seem to see us at first. They were just … wandering on the mountain path. They suddenly caught up with us after we started running. The mountain path was narrow, and those monsters were stuck by rocks. That's why we ran out … "
"How many monsters did you run into? Can you be more specific? "Heti asked.
"Three... No, four." Another serf counted with his fingers. "At that time, we only saw three, but later there were four who caught up."
"In other words, you've only seen a part of it," Heti said as she looked at Gwen with a worried expression. "In fact, I'm afraid it's quite a lot."
"Wandering …" Gwen pinched his chin and frowned, but in his heart, he recalled the "giant planet activity parameters" collected from the perspective of the monitoring satellite in the past two days. There was clearly no warning of the giant planet's activity rising recently, and there was no sign of magic power emerging. How did those monsters appear? Where did it come from?
At this time, the little old man Pitman, who was treating the wounded, finally finished his spellcasting. He stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. "These two people are fine now. They drank my potion, plus Druil's purification spell. The rest is to recuperate. As long as they don't get infected again, they'll be fine in a few days."
Although this guy usually wandered around the camp, eating and drinking, tricking people into divining and selling a lot of useless weird potions, at least Druil's ability was real. Especially at this time, Gwen was even more grateful for the guy's existence. So he nodded sincerely and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. We're just paying each other a salary. Don't talk about hard work." Pitman waved his hand. "But I have to remind you, I can heal the wounds on these two people, but I can't cure the panic of the 800 people outside. These four people ran all the way back, crying for their parents. The two injured ones screamed louder. Now the whole camp probably knows about it …"
Gwen looked deeply at the seemingly unreliable old man, but he couldn't help but feel a little grateful.
He didn't have to remind him of this.
"Heti, you go first. Today, all the exploration and gathering work will be stopped. The work in the camp will continue as usual, and the food will be distributed as usual. Maintaining order is the first priority. Byron, Knight, take the men to strengthen the patrol. Polish the armor and weapons. Also, tell Knight Philip to arm the newly recruited militia. "
After giving orders in the camp, Gwen turned to look at Amber. "You —"
Without waiting for him to speak, Hu Po shouted, "If I say no, will you use that big sword of yours to smash me against the wall?"
"Yes, and the kind that can't be removed."
Amber pursed her lips. "Okay, I'll go."
"I haven't finished yet." Gwen stood up. "I'll go with you."
Amber widened his eyes in surprise. Beside him, Heidi quickly followed up and said, "Ancestor, you should stay in the camp. If you rashly investigate the movements of those monsters, it's too..."
"Too what?" Gwen turned to look at Heti. "Have you forgotten what I was doing 700 years ago because I've been drawing drawings here for too long?"
Everyone in the tent was stunned. Only then did they remember the battle prowess of this ancestor in front of them …
During this period of time, Gawain had been holed up in his tent, drawing designs, planning plans, and studying all kinds of strange alchemy recipes. They had almost forgotten this fierce man's real occupation back in the day … He specialized in hunting small monsters at the borders of the kingdom!
Fortunately, Gwen had never told anyone the truth about his "drop in level". Now, they could see the effect. As long as Gwen stood up, the people around him would be filled with a kind of honey confidence.
"If there are only three or four Aberrations wandering in the mountains, I can kill them all. If there is a large group of them, Amber and I can escape unscathed and come back in time to set up the defense or evacuate with you." Gawain had a look of 'don't panic. Everything is just a technical adjustment. Trust me, I'm not wrong. Worse comes to worst, I'll use my max level account to take you away.' At the same time, he glanced at the two serfs standing in front of him. "As for you two … I need you to lead the way."
When the two serfs heard this, they were so scared that they almost collapsed to the ground. They even burst into tears. "Master, Master, don't!" "We don't want to die!" "Those monsters will eat people!"
Those who had personally experienced Cecil's calamity were far more fearful of these monsters than those who had only heard about them through hearsay.
What's more, they had just escaped death today.
However, Gwen had to let them face the monsters again. If necessary, he had to let everyone in the territory face the monsters again.
"Stand up. You have to lead the way. This is an order from the lord," Gwen said in an unquestionable tone. "And you don't have to worry about your safety. I will fulfill the duty of a noble and protect you until you return safely."
The two serfs looked at each other. Of course, they knew what Gawain meant when he said "the duty of nobles". That was exactly what the nobles preached all day long. But how many of them would take it seriously even though they preached it? When it came to a matter of life and death, how could the lives of lowly peasants be more precious than the lives of the nobles?
But even so … disobeying the lord's order seemed to be a dead end.
Seeing them hesitating, Gwen said faintly, "I am Gwen Cecil, a legend who killed hundreds of thousands of Demonic Tide monsters seven hundred years ago. Do you think there are hundreds of thousands of monsters in the mountains that can kill you? You know, if the monsters really come, it's safest to be with me. "
Gwen's idea was simple: no one here could beat him anyway, so he could brag as much as he wanted.
And the uneducated serfs would easily believe Gwen's boasting. After all, the legend of Gwen Cecil was well-known in the kingdom. Hearing the living legend (who had just come back to life) promising them in such a calm tone, they suddenly realized that even if they really encountered the monsters, it was just a matter of convenience for the lord in front of them.
Since it was just a matter of convenience, there should be no problem.
So they finally nodded and agreed.
Heti called in two soldiers and asked them to take the four serfs (including the two who had just been treated) to rest for a while and eat something. Then she turned to Gwen. "Ancestor, you don't have to say so much to the serfs. For them, obeying orders is basic."
"But it's better to let them take the initiative to obey orders than to force them." Gwen waved his hand and looked at Rebecca. "How's the progress of those 'arts'?"
For him, that was the most important thing at the moment.
Rebecca hesitated for a moment and reported truthfully. "The crystal particles have been produced, and the output is getting bigger and bigger. Now we have accumulated a lot. Some of the explosion circles and corresponding runic triggers have also been made. But as for the delayed detonation … there's still no progress and no finished product."
Heti knew what Gwen was thinking. She looked worried. "If those monsters are really coming this way, I'm afraid we won't be able to wait for the 'arts' to come in handy."
"No … delayed detonation is just one of the ways, but not all." Gwen pondered for a moment and shook his head. "Rebecca, go find some craftsmen and hunters who know how to make traps. I'll tell you what to do later."
Rebecca nodded without hesitation. "Okay!"
It was not until then that Byron and Knight could not help but ask, "Are you going to let the camp face those monsters?"
"That's just a backup option. As for how to deal with it, we'll have to wait for Amber and I to figure out the actual situation of those monsters." Gwen said as he thought about what he could do now. "By the way, Byron, go and write a notice … Well, just say that the aberrations have been found in the mountains and have been tracked. Because Duke Gwen Cecil is experienced in dealing with aberrations, the monsters are not a concern. Let everyone work in peace. Whether to stay or retreat, wait for the new order. Also, find two literate soldiers to read the notice. "
Byron obeyed. Heti, who was next to him, widened her eyes in surprise. "Ancestor, are you going to tell the civilians … let them know that the aberrations really exist?!"
"They already know." Gwen glanced at Heti. "When the four serfs ran back screaming, they already knew. They just weren't sure and didn't know the whole truth."
Heti was a little hesitant. "If we tell them the whole truth …"
"Then they won't continue to make wild guesses. They won't guess in a worse and worse direction," Gwen said. "The clearer and more certain we are, the sooner they will stop panicking and guessing. It's worse to be secretive at this time. "
Heti nodded helplessly. "Yes, you're right."
"Amber, go and get ready." Gwen took a deep breath. "Later, come with me to see where those monsters came from."
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