"This kind of humanitarianism won't work for them. Their parents, their wives and children, and their villages are all gone. What's left now is just hatred. Now you've deprived them of the opportunity to take revenge with your own hands.

This is the cruelest thing to them. Even if you don't take them with you, they will take revenge on their own."

A short and thin Andis mountain man named Woody begged, "Don, just lead us. With you leading us, they have at least a 30% chance of survival. If they do it on their own, these idiots will

Those guys will most likely risk their own lives. If we hadn't dragged them along just now, many of them would have been ready to go back and seek death."

"Yes, you guys are really stupid. It's not like you don't know. Your method looks very humane, but it actually hurts them. It won't work. Don, you just say that we are idealists. In fact,

, you are the biggest idealist."

When it came to this, Sean had no choice but to accept it.

What else could he say when a decision that seemed so humane in another world seemed so inhumane in this world?

This also completely woke up Sean, who had been pretending to sleep.

He thought he was a pragmatist and taught a group of idealists.

As everyone knows, in the eyes of others, he is the biggest idealist, and their ideals and dreams are also subconsciously influenced by their words and deeds.

At least their ideals are highly localized, while Sean's ideals only exist in the utopia of his dreams.

"Don't be too happy. These are your own words. What kind of decision they make depends on themselves. Those who are willing to stay, we welcome with both hands. Those who want to go back and rebuild their homes, we must not discriminate against them.

"Group farewell." Sean added without giving up.

But the cruel reality told Sean that compared to the six young people in front of him, he was still too far above the clouds.

After all, most of the Andis people he has come into contact with over the years have been completely influenced by him, and their behavior patterns and thinking patterns have been much synchronized.

At the moment, the most common Andis people are the most simple. Although they have the same faces and their thinking modes are a bit exaggerated to say that they are people from two worlds, there are still huge differences.

From the beginning to the end, not a single Andis mountaineer chose to leave, including women, children and those who were seriously injured and walking was almost a problem.

"Hey, Tang, it seems we are going in the wrong direction now. This is the way back to the village. Those villains and robbers are not in this direction."

"Nonsense, you don't want to take these wounded people and use these unskilled guys to fight, do you? Haven't you fought enough in the previous battles? I will take you to get the equipment."

"Getting equipment, what a big tone, we have 70 or 80 people now, where did he get so much equipment? Who is this little guy? He is not old, but his tone is not small, he thinks he is the Skull Crusher

Son of McGee."

"You are really short-sighted. You don't even know the famous Sean Tang."

"Sean Tang? Is this the one you're talking about...that Sean Tang?"

"Yes, that's Sean Tang."

"No wonder, if it were him, it would be perfectly normal."

After learning about Sean's identity, no one, male or female, old or young, questioned his leadership status.

Sean's fame is much greater than he thought, even far more than his mother.

In this regard, his contribution to the orphaned children he brought out is indispensable. This principle is like a person who has done a hundred good deeds, but only a hundred people know about it.

Another person has done ten good things, but ten thousand people know about it. The latter's reputation is naturally much greater than the former's.

In Sean's previous life, there was a special adjective for this phenomenon - advertising effectiveness.

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"That guy's name is Sean Tang. He is a rising star who has recently become famous in Andis Mountain. He is a born awakened pyromancer. It is said that he is born with wisdom and is knowledgeable and wise. Although he does not have his own village, he has been walking since he was young.

He began to adopt orphans and train students. It is said that his students are as numerous as the black trees in the mountains. Wherever there are villages, there are his students. His influence is even higher than that of the village owners of the big villages, but this guy

He is as cautious as an old fox. He has never fought against us head-on. He has only heard of the name before, but he didn’t expect that he would take action himself this time.” Benson, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, gritted his teeth.

He was one of the lucky few who rolled down the mountain ridge and was stopped by the thorn bushes on the hillside. Although he was not missing any arms or legs, his appearance was ugly and there was not a single piece of intact skin on his body.

The thorn bushes in the Andes Mountains are also famous for their poisonous thorns. Although the toxins on them are not fatal, they will cause a burning sensation. Even if they are pricked a little, it will be very uncomfortable, let alone being inside.

I rolled several times.

Due to the lack of manpower, Benson was not able to completely remove all the thorns on his body. He spoke with too much force, which made him tremble in pain. Every time he felt pain, he hated Sean, the culprit, more deeply.

"A person who is looking for fame and reputation." The tone of the great knight Ajer was full of disdain. Whether he was born with awakening or was born with wisdom, it deeply stimulated him.

His failure to awaken to become a warlock was an eternal pain in his heart. As the second son of the family, he was preceded by an older brother who had many auras such as being a rare genius in a century. He was always the most inconspicuous one in the family.

.

No matter how much effort he put in, he would always be left far behind by the other party. In the end, he could only hide far away from the other party's dazzling halo. Now, bad memories have been brought back again.

"Regardless of whether the other party is a person seeking fame or not, we are in great trouble now. It won't be long before those barbarians will catch up with them, and their numbers will become larger and larger, drowning us alive."

There was deep fear in Mori's eyes. He knew very well how much the Andis mountain people hated the slave hunters. He had witnessed their execution of the slave hunters on the Bastille wall.

A vicious criminal method called stake punishment was used. This method of punishment was very simple and only required a pit and a hardwood as thick as an arm to be completed.

But the level of cruelty still makes Benson shudder when he thinks about it many years later. He will never forget the painful and heart-rending howls of the tortured person.

This kind of howling was not just one or two, but lasted for a whole day and night, until the stick inserted underneath came out of the mouth.

He clearly remembered that the last plea of ​​the tortured victims was not for their lives, but to kill him.

From that time on, Benson was extremely indifferent to hunting slaves in the mountains. Unexpectedly, under Bartley's instigation, he encountered a boat capsizing accident the first time he entered the mountains.

Now when he closed his eyes, all he could think of was the painful appearance of the tortured person before his death more than ten years ago. Everything was vivid and close before his eyes.

"It's useful to say something like I don't know." The great knight Ajer waved his hand impatiently, "Your life and death has nothing to do with me. If necessary, I will take Master Bartley on the road alone."

"Yes, sir." Benson secretly cursed the old bastard in his heart. If it was really as simple as he said, he would have run away with Bartley long ago. How could he be here to grind his teeth with him?

But the other party is his biggest support now, and he doesn't dare to offend him in the slightest. Once the other party lets go, he will undoubtedly die as a seriously injured person who cannot move. "Sir Ajer, the morale of our team has collapsed, and there are too many injuries, so we rashly set off on the road.

It’s by no means the best choice. The mountains and forests are the home ground of those barbarians. When the time comes, they won’t even need to dispatch too many people. They just need to hide in the dark and keep firing cold arrows, and they will eat away at us bit by bit.”

"Go on."

"Stand and wait for help." Benson endured the pain and braced himself to advise, "Let's select a few sentinels and have them return to Bastille as quickly as possible to deliver a message to my father. He will definitely not sit idly by.

If you don't care, we only need two thousand elite soldiers. They can't sweep across the Andes Mountains, but they are more than enough to take us out. These barbarians are not united and will not provoke a large army."

A trace of an unknown smile flashed across the face of the great knight Ajer, "The prerequisite for standing firm and waiting for reinforcements is to make sure that reinforcements can arrive. Otherwise, you will stand firm and wait for death. I heard that your father is very fertile. He has seven sons alone.

Eight, and your mother is just a maid."

The implication is self-evident, Benson did not have such great dignity to ask his father to send out an army to rescue him.

The muscles on Benson's face twitched for a while. He didn't know whether it was because he was angry at being exposed or because of the recurrence of old injuries. He said dryly: "I am not worthy of my father's war, so I asked

Master Bartley and Monsieur Ajer signed the letter asking for help together. When the time comes, if my father still wants the slave industry in Bastille to continue to prosper, he will have to send troops."

"Smart young man." The great knight Ajer nodded with satisfaction, "If you can survive this time, I believe that you will become famous sooner or later, and you can even win from your brothers and get your father's final victory.

Inheritance rights are not certain either.”

"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Benson said still expressionlessly, "But the premise of all this is that I can survive."

"You draft a rescue letter. When it's finished, ask Master Bartley and I to sign it and tell your father that he only has ten days. If his reinforcements don't arrive for ten days, the fourth heir of the Phelan family will die.

, he will have an unshirkable responsibility, and I, Alger Clark, will regard him as my enemy for the rest of my life." The Grand Knight strode out of the tent.

Since we have decided to stand firm and wait for reinforcements, a simple camp that is easy to defend but difficult to attack is indispensable. The current camp is absolutely not possible, not only because the terrain here is not suitable, but also because it is too close to yesterday's battlefield and because of the manpower.

Unfortunately, the corpses of both the enemy and ours are left in the same place. Soon, the place will become a world of flies and scavengers, and it will also become a source of disease.

In this world, anything related to the word "epidemic" is a terror of life and death, and there is no room for carelessness.

Then there is the material supply, which is the most basic guarantee of morale. Fortunately, when they entered the mountain, they brought enough supplies. Although some were missing, the loss of personnel was even greater. If they collected it, they would be able to last for ten and a half months without any problem.
Chapter completed!