Transmigration of the bastard lord

The borders of territories have always been places where bandits and bandits thrive, and the vicinity of the plain where White Farm is located is no exception.Compared with bandits and bandits who are more mobile, bandits are more regional - most of these people have fixed lairs, and they keep in mind the motto that rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests.

This group of bandits entrenched in the southern jungle adjacent to White Farm is extremely complex in composition. There are exiled nobles, down-and-out family knights, depraved priests, etc. who can be regarded as talents. The members cover the common races in the southern continent. From elves to goblins, no one is left behind.

The base of this group of bandits was on the edge of the nearby jungle, but their hunting range was within the territory of the Kimmelman Kingdom.These guys who keep the proverbs in mind not only do not hunt nearby, they even claim to be the patron saints of the nearby generation. They sometimes help people who cannot survive, and have a good reputation among the people; when other forces try to exterminate them, the surrounding free people will even Take the initiative to report.

In short, in the eyes of the official castle family, this group of bandits who are "hidden dangers to law and order" are regarded as positive people such as "righteous thieves" and "rogue thieves" who are popular and fashionable.

After the heavy snowfall, this group of thieves stayed honestly in their old lair and paid attention to the huge refugee group when they came out to hang out occasionally.If the number of refugees is a little less, they may be willing to donate some food to brush up their favorability points, and by the way, see if there are any available people before they can be recruited.But in the face of this endless refugee camp, they withered—it was no wonder that their small group of a hundred or ten people could get so much food.

Of course, these "righteous thieves" still have a little awareness of maintaining the superficial harmony around their "territory". From time to time, someone will come out to check on the situation of the stranded refugees.If these refugees were hungry and harassed the local free folk villages, then maybe they would have to stand up and "be brave" for a while.

On January [-]th, after the rest of the Hydesai People's Army soldiers and Brother Guang took the middle-aged employees of the farm out to rescue the surrounding free people, several figures stepped on their knees in the forest just south of the farm and on the edge of the southern jungle. The snow appeared among the trees.

"Huh? Those refugees are gone?" The first person to speak was a male dark elf walker. Unlike the milky white skin of the snow mountain elves and the greenish skin of the forest elves, the dark elves have a wheat-colored complexion. In some records and classics They are called brown elves and night elves; and because people in the world regard light skin as beautiful, dark elves are far less popular than their compatriots of other branches.This male dark elf was quite handsome in appearance. He was wearing a walker-style standard casual suit, a round cap with a wide brim, a triangular scarf that could serve as a mask, and a row of small throwing knives stuck in his boots.

"The guys with the beards successfully led them into that farm? That wouldn't have cleaned up the camp like this, right? Something's wrong, something's wrong." Another goblin walker said while stroking his beard.The size of goblins limits the styles of clothes they can choose, but their flexible bodies allow them to be surprisingly effective in assassinations and attacks.The goblin sported a ridiculous moustache and wore a hooded smock with two short daggers on either side of his belt that were longer than his thighs.

"Guys, are your eyes used as decorations? Look over there, 3000 meters ahead, the open space in front of the farm, the part where the snow was swept away, do you see the dark red on the ground? "The only human among the three is a male and female young man, with half-length hair hanging over his shoulders, and the features on his weather-beaten face are as sharp as knives and axes, and the masculine determination can be seen at a glance-but the strange thing is his Her voice was soft and feminine, and her demeanor and demeanor...was a bit sissy.This young human was carrying a shortbow and quiver. Obviously, he was a ranger. "That's Lord Hydesey's farm. How could he tolerate a group of refugees staring at his granary? That unlucky bearded man made a mistake." , Instead of reaping benefits, he lost his life."

The goblin walker was very surprised, and made an exaggerated expression of disbelief: "You mean that there was a massacre on that farm, killing the bearded people and the more than a thousand refugees? That's not a thousand pigs! Viddy, even if it is really a thousand pigs, it would be terrible to kill? This is wrong, very wrong!"

"Okay, two, why don't you think that those refugees left voluntarily? Even if they stayed, they had nowhere to survive, so they could only go to the Kingdom of Chimerman—" Dark Elf Walker shook his pointed ears , put forward your own views.The pass system restricts the movement of ordinary civilians within the empire. Without official certificates, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to move outside the territory of their origin.

"Your idea is really stupid, there is nothing more stupid than this, Athel. How did those people run across the border to Chimerman without food and cold? This is not a legend." Goblin Walker He made a startled look again, expressing his disapproval of the Dark Elf's opinion in an exaggerated tone.

"Come on, instead of talking nonsense here, it's better to look over here, do you have any opinions? Athel? Toby?" The human ranger named Vidi shrugged and offered a slightly risky suggestion.

"No, no, to be honest, I'm not interested in the whereabouts of those refugees. Why don't we go back and have a drink around the fire or something? Don't you think it's weird that so many people disappeared at once? No matter how you look at that farm Something's weird, something's wrong, very something's wrong." Goblin Walker Toby immediately cried out in surprise, his body language vividly expressing his disapproval to Vidi.

"There's a Tier [-] fighter over there... You'll be spotted if you get too close, Vidi." Dark Elf Walker Athel moved his neck, and made a seemingly pertinent opinion again.

This kind of speech was taken as support by Ranger Vidi, and he immediately strode out of the forest: "Of course not too far, Athel. Those guys who are supported by big nobles and armed to the hair of their hair are grassroots like us The refugees can fight. Oh, I hope that Tier [-] fighter will drop things like magic core wristbands on the battlefield..."

"Even if it is lost, it will be picked up by the cleaners of the battlefield..." The dark elf walker Athel followed up, tactfully denying the other party's unrealistic expectations by putting forward pertinent opinions.

"Hey! You! Do you really want to go? Listen to the old man's opinion, guys, there is no medicine for regret when you suffer a loss..." Goblin Toby hopped on his short legs, and finally followed behind muttering.

It is said that it is a plain, but it is not an endless and smooth road.There are many low hills and hills in the area designated for the refugees to camp.Using these covers, the three bandits sneaked closer to the farm within a kilometer, lying behind a hill and looking at the blood-soaked ground in the distance, the three guys gasped in unison.

"...The rogues... These noble lackeys really committed massacres... How about we hurry back?" Ranger Viddy swallowed, grunting a little.

"Excessive curiosity is not a good thing." Dark Elf Athel agreed.

"I said from the beginning that it's not a good idea to lean in!" Goblin Toby stared wide-eyed.

The three turned around silently at the same time, wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads one after another.But then the three thieves froze in place, and their arms that were neatly raised to wipe sweat froze in mid-air, turning into three statues.

At some point behind them, there was a little tail—a fist-sized wizard's eye floating in mid-air, staring at the empty pupils, indifferently facing the three guys who turned their faces.

"Sorcerer's Eye!" Ranger Viddy roared.

"A high-level spellcaster!" The dark elf Athel was terrified.

"Run!" Toby the goblin froze.

The three guys divided into three directions, and at the same time they used their acceleration skills to flee wildly.The reaction of the three experienced in the blood and fire of the battle is not unpleasant, but this struggle is obviously a bit futile-if the three first-level guys can really escape from the third-level spellcaster, then Davis I really don't have to mess around.

Before jumping ten meters away, the three guys were bounced back by the invisible barrier.Trapping this kind of low-level "miscellaneous fish" is just a change of mind for high-level spellcasters.

The faces of the three people who were blocked were pale, and they struggled again deliberately. An undead general with a full armor, holding a heavy giant sword flowing with black flames, and bones all over his body as crystal clear as jade crawled out of the mud, and with a faint blue light Watching them with empty sockets, the three men wisely surrendered.

The General of the Undead took the three little mice that broke in to the farm without a move. The three guys who were born bandits dared not speak along the way, but kept winking at each other-they strictly abide by the motto of not eating grass beside the nest , did not commit any crimes in Hyderside; if you refuse to admit it, even if you fall into the hands of "noble lackeys", the end should not be too bad, as long as they show obedience, the title of professional strong is still worth it Some money.

The closer they got to the White Farm, the louder the voices became; when they entered the gate of the White Farm, the three bandits were dazzled for a while, and they couldn't care less about the little Jiujiu in their hearts—why was it so lively? !

The farm used to have more than 500 employees, and more than 200 refugees came in. Yesterday and the first half of today, there were more than [-] freedmen rescued. How can White Farm, where all the employees are working, be as lively as those places where the cats are closed after winter?

Frostbited refugees and free people need to be treated, walls smashed by the Guangda people need to be rebuilt, old and leaky houses need to be repaired, earthworm houses with thermal insulation systems, and greenhouses need to be taken care of... There are so many jobs that are impossible for people When you are free, even the little radish heads who are less than ten years old will help to fetch snow and boil hot water.

The open gate of the farm is not guarded at all, but anyone who approaches here will not feel that this is a slack place - the first thing the three people see when they enter the door is the laundry room with hot water. A large group of brats; before taking two steps, a few tough female men pushing a briquette cart to the area where refugees live shouted at them displeasedly to let them make way; after passing a bend, a dozen A half-year-old boy shouted slogans, sprayed white air, picked up the clay for patching the wall, and ran quickly, his feet scattered so fast; passing by the cafeteria, the scene of dozens of people washing vegetables, picking vegetables and cooking fire was even more exciting. The eyeballs of a bandit who thought he was well-informed almost popped out of his sockets.

Being escorted to the middle room of the farm in a daze, the three bandits were in a bad state.They have not yet realized the casual attitude of the people on the farm towards the skeleton behind them - this is in the human kingdom, a black magician who uses undead magic has blatantly appeared on the official farm , This in itself means a lot of things; if they are stronger and their cards are strong enough to talk face-to-face with Lord Hydesai, then this is actually an excuse they can use.

Of course, a guy who is not strong enough and tries to threaten others is purely wishful thinking.

The interior of the farm that has not been renovated, the best house is only the level of green bricks with tiles, and the ground is only made of stone slabs.In the lobby of the main house in the heart of the farm, three intruders confront the man behind their capture.

Sitting on a wooden chair was a middle-aged man wearing a loose spellcaster's robe. He had mid-length hair combed back, and the scattered hair on his forehead made this handsome spellcaster look a bit casual.

Facing the three presumptuous guests in a leisurely manner, the black magician smiled slightly, with his face slightly tilted, his chin raised slightly, and his tone was slightly mockingly contemptuous. With just one sentence, he defeated the other party's little expectation of concealing their identities. : "You...are members of the Nice bandit group."

The ranger Viddy's pupils contracted, the dark elf Athel seemed to be facing an enemy, and the goblin Toby jumped up three feet from the spot: "You, how do you know?"

"Professing to be the 'maintainer of order' in the vicinity, in this kind of snow disaster, there are still people who can be nosy and care about the newly disappeared refugee group. Except for some short-sighted and ridiculously arrogant gutter rats, Who would it be?" Davis didn't even have the mood to say a few words of polite greetings, and his neutral tone and vicious words could almost irritate people.

The faces of the three of them changed drastically, and the dark elf Asel seemed to want to say something with trembling lips, but he forcibly held back; he was not stupid enough to provoke the other party under the situation of unequal strength.

"Perhaps the compliments you received as 'righteous thieves' for your occasional good deeds made you forget the limitations of your abilities and act boldly, but I think you need to remember one thing..." Davis leaned forward slightly , with a grim expression, "This is Hydesy's territory, and the owner of this territory is the Frandy family. Other guys are not qualified to intervene."

Towards dusk, Fu Youguang and the farm staff fought back a whole village - just over a hundred people.This village is far away from the farm and the terrain is remote. When Fu Youguang led people to open the road to the village, more than a dozen of the village of more than 70 families froze to death.The rescued free people could choose to stick to their hometown or follow them, and these people followed without hesitation; on the one hand, the wealth of the farm is well-known, on the other hand, they really have no confidence to survive.

Leaving the work of resettling the freedmen to others, when Fu Youguang went to the cafeteria to eat with the employees and soldiers on duty, he saw three shy guys sitting at a table in the corner, and behind them was Davis' little boy. The partner stared at it, and asked curiously: "Who is that?"

Mr. Davis, who came to Fu Youguang's side to squeeze a table with him, said calmly: "A group of bandits entrenched in our Hyderside have helped the local free people to a limited extent, and are called "righteous thieves" by a few people. ', who regard themselves as heroes to investigate those refugee incidents."

Brother Guang half-closed his eyes, and a certain Liangshan 108 hero quickly passed by in his mind, "A righteous thief? A hero? Is this the rhythm of us becoming villains like court eagles and dogs?"

Davis didn't understand everything, but with Fu Youguang's demeanor and tone, it's not difficult to guess what he wanted to say, and he said slowly: "It's just a bunch of self-righteous guys. Narrow justice and harsh relief can only deceive It's a fool's thing. According to your request, they are all guys who started their business by robbing caravans, and all of them are full of blood."

"This side is next to the Kimmerman Kingdom. It's not surprising that there are bandits, but it's strange if there aren't any." Fu Youguang understood very well, and then changed the subject without hiding his curiosity about those guys, "You mean they Investigating the refugee incident? This can be regarded as being an evil faction with a decent heart. It is always worthy of praise to have a good heart. Of course, this kind of person can be avoided if he is recruited into our team. "

"You're thinking too much, Your Excellency. It's just that the caravan is too heavy to go on the road, and a few bandits who are idle and crazy in their lair are bored looking for something to do. Their only purpose of stepping in can only be to send Time can't even touch the edge of 'narrow justice'." Davis complained calmly.

"...Davis, you've been making sharp complaints lately..."

"Because being true to you will only make people angrier."

"Okay, you caught the man, and you continue to deal with the follow-up issues." Fu Youguang grinned and gnawed on the pancake sandwiched with minced meat.

"For example, put it back first, and then follow it to the lair and throw an army of undead?" Davis asked blankly.

"..." Fu Youguang frowned and thought hard, a character who is both good and evil... It's really inappropriate to cut across the board.I haven't considered a suitable solution for half a pancake, so I simply put it into Sig's thinking mode and thought about it.After a long time, Brother Guang, who felt that the last bit of his integrity was broken into scum, put down the food and covered his face with his hands, and said in excruciating pain, "Influence and win over and develop into a peripheral cooperation ally...how about it? Can it be done here This kind of illegal group that can't take control of the ground, and has become famous...isn't it completely useless..."

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