Lord of the North

"The workmanship is very good!"

With the leg of lamb in his hand, Jason cut off a piece of meat with the knife he carried and put it in his mouth. He gave a thumbs up and praised a shy young guard.

Just now he handled the three sheep swiftly, and Lang Nat was a little dumbfounded by his skillful technique.

And he didn't use too much seasoning and only used some salt to roast this kind of delicacy, which was charred on the outside and tender on the inside. Jason felt that this young man could open a barbecue restaurant.

Two fires were set up in the field to roast a whole sheep, and a group of people gathered together to eat the meat until their mouths were full of oil. This made Jason feel a little bit of the warmth of his previous life, just like eating barbecue on the roadside in his previous life.

This made Jason, who had been under a lot of pressure, feel a lot easier.

"Your honor." The young guard wiped the oil from his mouth and smiled, then said in a low voice.

The surrounding guards and Lang Nat were not as particular about it as Jason. They cut off a large piece of meat with a knife and stuffed it into their mouths, so their hands and mouth were covered with oil.

There are five other guards scattered around guarding, the strong smell of meat makes them salivate, but unfortunately they have to wait until the other five have finished eating before they can enjoy it, so they can only secretly pray that these guys can save some for themselves Meat.

Seeing Jason is very envious, it feels like eating meat like this, but it is a pity that he is an aristocrat, and he must always maintain the etiquette of an aristocrat in front of outsiders.

"Everyone, eat slowly, as long as you can reach the town of Dalbia tonight." He looked at the guards who were devouring food and said helplessly.

"Yes, my lord!" Everyone responded in unison, and then ate the meat in their hands very slowly, making noise on purpose.

The vigilant guards looked resentful and vowed to make this group of guys look good when they go back.

...

In Iron Tooth Town, Lancelot left Jason after seeing him off. Just as he returned to the barracks, he received a message from the security captain, Gary, which was very bad news.

A resident was killed outside the town. It was two hunters who had just returned from hunting. The bodies were found behind a hillside in the north of the town.

When he rushed to the outside of the town, he saw that a group of security guards had sealed off the place. When he approached the scene, he was shocked by the tragedy in front of him.

"What's going on here?" He asked Gary with a sullen face. Jason hadn't walked for half a day, and such a vicious incident happened near the town. How could he have the face to see Jason again.

One of the two dead hunters was split in half from the shoulder, and the hunting knife in his hand was also cut off. The other was even worse, cut in half. One can imagine the tremendous force they suffered.

Their unclosed eyes seemed to be full of disbelief, and their frozen expressions were full of horror and pain. It seemed that they were ambushed. Because the hunting knife on the other hunter's waist was not drawn out.

"I hope I guessed wrong. If they really came, it would be terrible." Gary looked worried.

"Who are they?" Lancelot asked, frowning. He didn't like this kind of half-spoken talk.

"The barbarians on the northern ice sheet." Gary pointed to a huge mess of footprints not far away: "Look at the wound, they were killed yesterday."

"Why didn't you report yesterday?"

"Maybe it was dark, but I didn't find it during the patrol."

"Find them as soon as possible, and get rid of them." Lancelot ordered in a deep voice.

"What we should do now is to move the residents of the nearby villages to the town for refuge." Gary objected.

Lancelot turned to look at him suspiciously.

"These beasts came too early this year, obviously it's not in line with common sense..." Gary opened his mouth to explain, but was interrupted by an angry voice, but he didn't show dissatisfaction, but looked helplessly out of the crowd.

"Get out of the way!" A rough voice came, which caught Lancelot's attention. Is it Sir Dorn? The breath is thicker,

It seems that his extraordinary power has begun to awaken.

It is really surprising that extraordinary powers were awakened in their forties, and they were still awakened naturally.

Sure enough, he was more than two meters tall and could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Lang Nat. He was carrying the centaur longbow bestowed by Jason on his back, and was wearing a hunter leather armor, but his whole body was well-groomed.

Donne, who has just become a nobleman, has not yet adapted to so many nobles, and still retains his old habits.

"My lord Lancelot." After he entered, he first bowed slightly towards Lancelot, which was a sign of respect for the strong.

"Hello, Sir Dorn." Lancelot replied.

"Give me a team and let me lead someone to catch them." Don nodded to Gary again, then stared at Lancelot and said in a deep voice.

"Forgive me for not agreeing." Lancelot resolutely refused. Now that Dawn is a nobleman, he must not be allowed to risk his life, and he is not qualified to order him.

"Then I'll take my own people to hunt them down!" Don said firmly, staring into Lancelot's eyes.

"You are embarrassing me." Lancelot was not to be outdone. Although Dawn was much taller than him, his aura was much stronger than Dawn's.

"I don't feel at ease if I don't kill them."

"You're just escaping from your past." Lancelot ruthlessly broke through Dawn's thoughts. He was still blaming himself for his brother's death. He regarded all barbarians as his enemies.

He wanted to lead his troops to chase and kill these barbarians just to soften his self-blame, but none of this could change that he was paralyzing his mind.

"..." Don was silent.

Gary on the side was very afraid that these two people would suddenly fight. If these two fierce men fought, his little arms and legs would not be able to hold him back.

"I will take people there by myself. No matter what you say, I will go and find them." Dawn was finally defeated by Lancelot's strong aura, but he still insisted on his own ideas.

"..." Lancelot looked at him a little speechlessly, this man is really clueless.

"I can give you a team of one hundred people, but you only have five days. If you don't find them in five days, return to Iron Fang Town immediately." Lancelot finally said seriously.

Since you can't stop him, then send a team to help him, otherwise you will feel sorry if something goes wrong.

"Thank you." Dorn bowed deeply and said sincerely.

"Notify their families first, let's bury them." Lancelot turned around and sighed, this is really a disaster.

"In previous years, they all went south in the deep winter, but this year they will come in the early winter." Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Gary continued what he had just said.

"Send troops to escort the villagers in the territory to take refuge in Iron Fang Town." Lancelot looked at the messy footprints in the distance and the woods in the north.

I don't know how many barbarian tribes will go south, and how many barbarians will wreak havoc on Iron Fang, so the villagers can only be gathered here to rely on the walls of Iron Fang Town to defend them.

"Yes, my lord."

"In addition, send 70 infantry and 30 archers to cooperate with Sir Dorne to search for this group of barbarians heading south, find them, and kill them."

"Yes!" The adjutant responded loudly.