The Knight's Journey to the Empire

Soran suppressed the strong urge to vomit and began to order the others in a trembling voice: "You guys, bring over those robbers who are still alive and not completely dead."

Henry's charge on horseback did not directly hit the robbers, but used his sword to cause damage, so the damage he caused to those minions was only a small part of the serious injuries that made them lose their combat effectiveness.

Moreover, Ramos and the other two were all novices. They did not dare to kill anyone ruthlessly, and only focused on injuring them and making them lose their fighting ability.

So now on the battlefield, there are actually still five bandits who are alive but have lost their combat effectiveness.

They howled in pain, and then several of them were dragged roughly in front of Soran, where their life and death would be decided by him.

But it was obvious that Sauron had no intention of letting them go.

He watched them wailing and calling for help quietly, his eyes were indifferent, even cold, without any pity or other emotions.

Because he knew very clearly that if he was not strong enough today, then they would be the ones lying on the ground wailing.

Soran took a step forward, raised his sword, and brought it down.

"Pfft..."

This is another flower of life withering.

Javier and others were watching silently from the side. The two elite attendants, Henry and Martin, were okay, after all, they were veterans of the battlefield with blood on their hands.

The other four people's faces immediately changed, and their lips began to tremble slightly. Usman was so scared that he sat on the ground, his legs trembling and his eyes full of fear.

Now Zoro is covered in blood, his face is red, and his expression is hideous, just like an unforgivable desperate criminal.

This made them feel scared and terrified from the bottom of their hearts, and a chill went down their spines.

After cleaning up one person neatly, Soran said to the others, "Everyone, my destination this time is Saladin County. There, I will participate in a war. War is cruel and will kill people."

"You are all my confidants. I regard you as my family. I don't want you to die on the battlefield, so..."

Soran paused, glanced at the few people, and continued: "So I need you to learn to kill, not be killed."

"My request is simple: There are four bandits still alive here, Javier, Ramos, Gubellini, and Usman. Each of you will kill one. Remember, I want you to chop off their heads with your own hands."

"Of course, you can choose not to do this. But our journey ends here. I will give him a large sum of money and let him leave. I will let him live a worry-free life in the future, but we will be strangers from now on."

"Finally, I'll give you one more piece of advice: these robbers are heinous criminals. The hands of each of them are stained with the blood of innocent civilians. They don't deserve pity. If we were not strong enough today, we would be the ones lying on the ground wailing now!"

“So now, start choosing!”

After saying that, Soran walked away with the sword in hand. The blood-stained knight's sword dripped down one by one, leaving behind a little bit of traces.

Soran called Henry and Martin away at the same time, and told them to clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils.

Henry and Martin are warriors trained by Sir Lipton's family, and their interests have long been closely tied to those of Sir Lipton's family.

Although they are now "sponsored" by Sir Jose to Soran, they have no chance to choose again, and according to the legal system of this continent, to some extent, they are now Soran's private property.

With his two feet lightly approaching the carriage, Soran couldn't help the churning in his stomach and vomited it out, becoming a glorious jet fighter.

The spray was so intense that it felt like the overnight rice was sprayed out.

After a long time, Soran finally felt a little better. He raised his head and saw Javier pacing towards him.

Javier walked slowly, his movements were stiff, and his face was a little pale.

When he saw Soran, he showed a pale, stiff smile like a zombie.

Then he ran to the back of the car and started spraying.

From his bloody knight's sword, Soran knew his choice.

So he walked over and patted the back of this personal servant who was like a family member, as if he was pleased and comforting.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Soran was waiting.

In the next half hour, Ramos and Gubellini also came over.

They were also pale and their movements were stiff, but it was obvious that they had made a choice.

Now only Usman was still standing there, staring blankly at the corpse in front of him.

That's right, a corpse.

After such a long time, the seriously injured robber would have died from excessive blood loss.

Therefore, this is why Soran asked them to chop off the heads of the robbers personally.

We don’t even dare to move corpses, let alone living people?

Next, Sauron will participate in a war, or even a battle.

The cruelty and ruthlessness of war is a life meat grinder. This is no joke. It will involve real blood and deaths.

These people were already considered by Sauron as his relatives or confidants. Sauron did not want them to go to the battlefield and die in vain.

That's why this was the last resort.

The arrival of these weaker robbers who suddenly wanted to make some extra money was exactly what Soran wanted, so he said earlier that it was like "a pillow is given to you when you are sleepy, and whatever you wish for will come true."

Being robbed and killed, it is unclear whether it is Sauron's misfortune or the robber's misfortune.

Javier had recovered by now, although his face was still a little pale.

When he saw Usman like this, he wanted to go up and persuade him, but was stopped by Sauron.

Every choice in life is made by yourself, and you also need to bear the consequences of this choice.

Others may be able to help you temporarily, but they can never help you for a lifetime, not even your closest parents.

In the end, Usman was unable to overcome his psychological barriers and was able to do it.

Soran also left a bag of gold coins and drove away with the others.

At dusk, Usman looked in the direction where Soren and his companions were heading, feeling lost.

In the end, he could only pick up the bag of gold coins on the ground dejectedly, dragging the blood-stained sword in his hand, and walk back slowly.

He walked slowly, with difficulty, silently, with each step making a footprint and shedding a tear.

He lowered his head, his eyes seemed to have no focus, and his mind was blank and aimless.

Now he is an orphan again, alone. In this big world, there is no place for him to stand.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely on the corpses on the ground, lengthening his back, making him look lonely, isolated and desolate.