It had been a while since we left the Demon Hunter's Blade's secret base. I wondered how Hissed and the others were doing. The Old Hissed had given us a mission to go to Ursa Town and find out why the undead had suddenly appeared in Bohep. The leader of our three-man team was Natalia. Flants and I had to listen to her orders.
In the past few days, we had used various methods to understand the situation after the Empire was attacked by the Black Dragon.
It was currently summer, but the temperature in the Northern provinces was much cooler. All three of us put on brownish-gray hoods and cloaks to disguise ourselves as travelers.
We didn't want to cause trouble, so we kept a low profile along the way. However, some things weren't up to us. For example, we met a group of people who wanted to take advantage of the situation.
In the wilderness not far from Ursa Town, a group of five bandits had their eyes on the three of us. They saw us as lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The three of us were about to reach Ursa Town when two men with axes suddenly appeared from behind a tree. One of the men had a scar on his right eye.
"Friend, do you want to reach Ursa Town safely?" one of the men asked.
"Why are you wasting your breath on them? Tell them to hand over the money, or else we'll kill them. I can tell they're Derman just by looking at their attire. I hate them the most," the other man with a scar on his eye said impatiently.
Flants was a little angry. He didn't care about these scum. Natalia motioned to Flants, telling him not to act rashly.
"Hello, brothers. Here are 20 silver dragon coins. Please let us go," Natalya said politely and took out a bag of silver coins and gave it to the man.
"That's all? Do you think we're beggars? "The knife-scarred man was furious. However, he changed his mind after seeing Natalia's appearance.
"Hehe, little girl, if you stay with your big brother for a night, I'll let you go." The knife-scarred man revealed a wretched smile.
Those words annoyed me. These people really treated us like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
I put my hand on the hilt of the sword at my waist, ready to draw it and fight, but Natalia gave me a hand signal, and I could only give up.
"Brother, you really think highly of me. But first, take a look at what's behind you." Natalia suddenly pretended to be surprised.
The knife-scarred man didn't think much of it. He turned around to take a look, but he couldn't take another look.
The moment the scar-faced man turned around, Natalia had already released a powerful Flame Impact Spell, burning the scar-faced man to ashes.
Before the other man could react, I pulled out the sword at my waist and cut off his head.
This was the consequence of making a professional mercenary their enemy!
However, to our surprise, three arrows suddenly shot out from the forest. Flants quickly blocked two for us with the shield on his back.
However, there was another one that flew towards my right arm. * Puff! * My right arm was injured.
Fortunately, the arrow only grazed my skin. Unfortunately, it was a poisonous arrow, and the wound quickly turned black.
"Are you alright?" Natalia asked anxiously when she saw the wound.
At this time, Flants had already found the bandits hiding in the forest. He killed two of them, and the last one ran away. He found the antidote on one of them.
I felt weak all over, and cold sweat kept breaking out on my forehead. My limbs were numb, and I collapsed in Natalia's arms.
"Hold on a little longer. You'll be fine." Natalia said to me. She didn't have that cold look on her face. Instead, she had the gentleness of a mother.
No wonder mothers were the greatest people. They would do anything for their children.
"I'm coming. I found the antidote." Flants agilely took care of the bandits and quickly ran back.
Natalia quickly opened the antidote and poured it on my wound. Then, she cast a healing spell on me.
Slowly, I felt that my whole body was no longer cold, and I could feel my body again.
I often thought, what if I had been poisoned by a poison that would kill me if it came in contact with blood, or if there was no antidote for it, or if the antidote came in too late? What would have happened?
However, there were no "ifs" in this world. I was me, and I was lucky to have survived.
When I opened my eyes and saw Natalia, I still didn't want to get up like this. I really wanted to lie in her arms for a while longer.
"Cough, cough. It's about time we hit the road. Mercenaries don't die so easily," Flants said awkwardly.
Natalia helped me up, and I glared at Flants. However, Flants seemed to be avoiding my gaze.
Just like that, the three of us arrived at our destination — Ursa Town.
As soon as we arrived, we saw something lively. The three of us decided to go and take a look.
"Burn him, burn him! Long live the Northern Alliance Army!" The townspeople held torches and shouted in the town square.
This group of crazy people surrounded the center of the square, and we couldn't see what was happening inside.
"Long live the Northland! Long live the Northern Alliance Army! Long live General Gravel! "The townspeople seemed to be very excited.
We squeezed into the crowd, and finally saw what was happening.
In the center of the square, there was a stake, and there were four people tied up on it. Looking at their attire, one was a noble, one was a prostitute, one was a bandit, and the last one looked like an Imperial Knight.
Standing on the stage was a tall, bald Northland man. He was wearing a standard metal armor, and he should be the rumored Northern Alliance Army soldier. He began to speak to the townspeople below the stage.
"Brothers! Comrades! The nobles oppressed us, the bandits exploited us, the prostitutes squeezed us dry, the knights helped the tyrants oppress us, and now, the Northland belongs to us Northland people! "The bald man said loudly.
"Long live the Northland! Long live the Northern Alliance Army! Long live General Gravel! "The townspeople shouted again, and waved the torches in their hands.
The bald man gestured for the Northern Alliance Army soldiers to pour oil on the four people, and then he was the first to throw a torch on the four people, and left the stake.
The townspeople also threw torches on the four people, and the fire instantly burned the four people.
They wailed in pain, and screamed miserably. The townspeople smiled excitedly.
Not long after, only the charred skeletons of the four people were left on the stake, and the smell of burning was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes.
Even so, the townspeople were still very happy.
"Long live the Northland! Long live the Northern Alliance Army! Long live General Gravel! "The townspeople cheered loudly again.
The three of us saw this crazy action with our own eyes, and we knew that the situation in the North wasn't just a rumor.
At this moment, the three of us turned to leave, but the bald man and a group of Northern Alliance Army soldiers blocked our way.
We didn't know whether they were friend or foe, and we didn't know what to do. However, we were prepared for the worst …
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