System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Bandits

At dusk.

On the distant hills.

Two men pulled the reins with their right hands, riding on horseback, gazing coldly at the distant village.

The man with a scar on his face narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering something unknown to others.

Behind him, a gaunt man spoke angrily, "Captain Isaac, I saw that merchant caravan enter the village."

The scarred man, known as Isaac, remained silent. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The gaunt man, Harvey, continued, "They killed three of our brotherhood members, we must avenge them!"

The scarred man kept scanning the village, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Located in a remote area, it was adjacent to the enemy country, Elfini.

How could it develop into a village with thirty to forty wooden houses!

Even more surprising, a merchant caravan has come to this place.

Isaac withdrew his gaze and looked at Harvey, "Are you sure that merchant caravan is loaded with goods? And is leading over twenty draft horses and oxen?"

Harvey hesitated not a bit, "Yes, Captain Isaac, I saw it with my own eyes, all goods and draft oxen!"

"Furthermore, I saw that one of the carriages was loaded with iron, quality iron! At least a thousand pounds!"

Isaac’s eyes sparkled, "I understand, go back and gather everyone."

Harvey became excited, "Yes, Captain Isaac."

...

Dusk passed, and night fell.

All villagers who had gone out to work returned to the village.

Gathered around the kitchen, finished their evening meal, the village fell into silence.

A group of people surrounded the bonfire, feeling the warmth and comfort from the flames.

Two or three teams of figures slowly wandered around the village.

Leisurely chatter occasionally sounded.

"Emma, today it’s chicken barley porridge! I haven’t had chicken for ages."

"Yeah, so smooth and rich in flavor..."

"Julia, we should go back to rest."

"Rest? Didn’t it just turn dark?"

"It’s true it just turned dark... don’t you think we should have a child now?"

"Besides, Master Lynn also encourages us to have children."

"Perez, I’m thinking of selling some of the salt Master Lynn gave us to buy some daily supplies..."

"Oh, do as you see fit!"

...

"Look, what’s that?"

Fearful and puzzled voices shattered the village’s tranquility.

Villagers, who had been enjoying a leisurely evening, stood up and looked into the distance.

There, flames were rapidly approaching.

Gradually.

The sounds of urging horses and the galloping of hoofs entered their ears.

Hyah, hyah, hyah~

"Bandits! Those are bandits!"

"Quickly report to Master Lynn, bandits are invading!"

...

Two or three bandit leaders rode in with their men towards the village.

They waved torches and swords in their hands, letting out bizarre shouts.

Under the bandits’ urging, frightened villagers were gathered on the open ground in front of the village.

"Everyone behave, anyone who resists will be killed!"

"Who’s the lord here? Come out quickly."

"Gather all the villagers here, our captain has something to say!"

"..."

Seeing the frightened expressions on the villagers’ faces, Harvey felt a sense of satisfaction.

He enjoyed seeing the fearful eyes of the weak, those eyes filled him with inexplicable excitement.

Harvey scanned the crowd, his expression lifted.

Without any hesitation, he raised his scimitar and pointed to someone in the crowd, "Captain Isaac, that’s the man! He’s the merchant of that caravan."

"It was his guards that killed our three members!"

Among the crowd.

George wore a solemn expression.

He finally understood.

The bandits before him were the same ones who attempted to rob his caravan!

Isaac looked over, seeing a man in luxurious attire standing there.

He snorted and told Harvey beside him, "Bring him over."

Harvey grinned, revealing yellow and blackened teeth, nudged his horse, and stepped towards George.

Watching Harvey’s scimitar sway, before he could open his mouth to yell, villagers fearfully cleared a path.

As the bandits approached closer, George grew more anxious.

His caravan had five guards.

But in front of these dozen bandits armed with weapons, not a ripple could be stirred!

The guards only went through a period of combat training, barely stronger than ordinary people.

At this moment.

A tall and robust figure stepped forward.

Appearing in front of George’s astonished eyes, standing right before him.

The towering silhouette shielded him from behind.

A familiar voice sounded alongside it.

"I am the Lord of this village, Lynn!"

Harvey was somewhat surprised, "You actually came out? I thought you would’ve run away by now!"

"I’ll give you five minutes to bring out all the valuables and hand over that man!"

"If Captain Isaac is in a good mood, he might spare your lives."

From behind, Isaac also stared directly at Lynn.

It wasn’t just Isaac; all the villagers’ eyes were on Lynn.

Waiting for his response.

Lynn said calmly, "I cannot give you anything."

Harvey frowned, shouting, "What? I didn’t hear you clearly!"

Lynn continued, "Everything in the village belongs to the village!"

"If we give them to you, what will they eat?"

Lynn’s voice was not loud, yet every villager heard it clearly.

"Courting death!"

Harvey’s expression changed, and he raised the scimitar in his hand to slash at Lynn.

Clang!

Before Harvey’s scimitar could fall, an Iron Shovel suddenly appeared, blocking in front of it.

The clash of metal against metal made a crisp sound.

Harvey couldn’t believe it; he looked to the side to see an ordinary villager holding the Iron Shovel!

He glared at the villager, hoping to scare him into retreat.

Guy was tense, his entire body trembled, but... he didn’t back down at all!

The next second.

Gavin and Wilbur stepped forward, blocking in front of Lynn.

Fear was etched all over their faces, yet they still gripped the Iron Shovel and Cross Pickaxe tightly.

Harvey sneered, raising his short sword again, slashing towards the two villagers.

Guy, Gavin, and Wilbur nimbly dodged.

As a bandit, how could he fear these villagers?

In the terrified gazes of everyone, the sharp scimitar blade instantly struck in front of a villager.

Crimson gushed from the villager’s front, instantly soaking through his clothes.

The villager reached towards the wound, throbbing with intense pain, his right hand stained with scarlet blood!

He fell to the ground powerlessly.

"Murder! They murdered someone... the bandits killed someone."

"These damn beasts..."

"They want to rob our grain and killed our villager!"

"What should we do? What should we do?"

"I don’t want to die!"

"Should we escape from here?"

"How can we escape? We only have two legs, they are on horseback!"

"I want to live! I want to survive!"

"..."

Amidst the fearful discussions, Harvey raised his blood-stained scimitar, cracking a malicious smile.

"This is the price of being the one to stand out... paying with your life!"

The villagers, as usual, bowed their heads.

Not daring to look at the bandits’ arrogant expressions.

Fell into silence.

Just hoping the bandits’ scimitars would not fall upon them.

Whoosh!

A piercing sound sliced through the air.

A Flint Arrow cut through space, emitting a sharp sound.

The villagers who had bowed their heads raised their eyes.

They looked towards the front.

There, an arrow hit and pierced through Harvey’s heart with precision!

The scarlet arrowhead protruding from the back.

Drop by drop of fresh blood dripped down from the arrowhead.

The villagers’ pupils constricted, tracing the direction of the shot.

There.

Lynn stood with a grim expression, holding the Horn Bow, the bowstring humming in his left hand...