Chapter 96 (1/2)

Zhao Mai's gray horse moved uneasily under his crotch, and only the soft words of Druids could make it quiet temporarily. Zhao Mai was looking down at the small village in the valley, which was adjacent to the stream. The clear stream water could support all residents to drink, but now it was dyed red by the blood from the residents' bodies.

After the party entered the forest, it began to rain. The light rain had little effect, but it didn't stop. The water vapor in the forest enveloped them like a thick white fog, and the black cloud was above them, covering the stars again. I'm afraid these clouds won't disperse soon if there isn't another wild north wind coming here.

Goblins are swearing all the way. They seem to understand their fate, so they start to get anxious. When things get bad, goblins surrender to save their lives. But if surrender doesn't save your life, the goblins will start to struggle.

The strong man is always ready with a logging axe. As soon as the goblin tries to break free from the shackles, he rushes up to get an axe. The silk in his eyes does not hide this feeling, which brings the goblins great fear, but makes them dare not move. This state continued until they saw the village in the forest, and then the paladins looked at the goblin with the same eyes.

”There are four households and 23 people in the village. Now I am the only one left.” The strong man said to Zhao Mai, who was riding beside him, ”they found this secluded and comfortable Valley and built a village by the stream. They took me in and gave me a new home here. We don't have a lord and we don't have to pay taxes. We manage everything by ourselves. We were free and happy until these goblins appeared. Except for death, I don't think there is any need for them to be tried. You can't strike a balance on this, you son of a bitch. ”

Balance? There's always a way. Zhao Mai didn't say a word, and the rain fell from his cheek. He didn't seem to hear anything except the jingle of the raindrops hitting the metal barrel of the toothed beast. The tragedy of the village shocked him. The dead villagers were unarmed. They were killed in a sudden and unexpected situation. The fear and sadness on their faces were solidified by death. The rain was dripping on them, and they were weeping.

Slaughterhouses and battlefields are totally different. The latter will be solemn and stirring, but the former will only be sad, or angry, and will never be magnificent. Herol held up the emblem of aomede and went into the town to pray for the dead. She does not allow the dead, ghosts and ghosts to hurt these bodies. She prays loudly, hoping that the souls of the dead can find a peaceful home under the protection of the good God.

”I don't want to waste time. Do whatever you want.” The strong man looks at Herr. He knows that she is the leader of these paladins, and that paladins are a group of people who stick to the rules and will not change. ”You little girls, when you see the scene in front of you, who can say how to let the goblins live? Who can guarantee them? Ha, it's no good to talk too much. Do you understand now? ”

Herzoel bit her lips and held the emblem tightly in her hand. The metal edge pressed into the skin of her hand. The power of the goddess supported her. But she learned more about fighting skills and the strategy of destroying the enemy in the goddess temple, and she was not proficient in ritual rules. The goddess punishes evil, but does not interfere in the legal power of the Lord and the rule of the villagers' Presbyterian Council. In principle, the three goblins should be handed over to the autonomous organization of the village, whether the mayor is in charge or there is a Presbyterian Council. But now there is only one person in the village, one filled with anger and hatred. Judging from his actions of chopping up goblin corpses, there is only one fate for these ”criminals”, that is death.

This is not in line with the goddess's desire to transform evil as much as possible.

She was in a dilemma, so she didn't transfer the goblin to the strong man. Heirouer looked at her sisters, who had rarely seen such a terrible scene as Tu village, and they all pursed their lips and could not speak. No one could tell her what to do until her eyes saw Zhao Mai.

Although young, this Druid has rich knowledge and extraordinary thinking, and can always solve the dilemma in unexpected but reasonable ways. Herr thought, why don't you seek his wisdom if you have doubts in your heart?

”Mike, Mike?” Herr went to Zhao Mai's horse, pulled the reins and said, ”how do you think a trial should be organized?”