our family is gone

Chapter 250
Lance lurked in the bushes and observed a dilapidated camp without fences in front of him. Most of them were old building ruins, and some branches propped up a tent with a piece of rag.

It's just that it is extremely lively in it, because you can see that many refugees are actively training, and there are also chanting teachings and the like.

Those refugees didn't look persecuted, and even looked quite happy, and their attitude was even more positive than that of the serfs under him.

The most obvious ones are the two bare-chested guys with claw-shaped weapons standing on top of the camp, showing strong muscles.

It's just that Lance has confirmed the enemy's situation at the first glance, it can't be wrong, it can appear here, and only Ascension Cultists are dressed in this way, I don't know if these [seeds] have been planted.

It can probably be seen that this is the camp for the Ascension Sect to recruit and train newcomers. It seems that some of the refugees who flooded into the northern part of the empire in the catastrophe have entered the pockets of the ancestors, otherwise they would not have given a batch to the witches, and there are still some people who are here to do this .

If this kind of place is common in the territory, he doesn't even know how many refugees the ancestor has gathered.

Damn it, he suffered from the empire's ineffective disaster relief.

Make it harder for me, right?

Don't let me meet the Emperor Lao Tzu of the Empire...

After observing for a while, Lance quickly gathered up his thoughts, because he discovered a strange phenomenon.

The people in the camp were all young and middle-aged men and women. I didn’t see any old or young people, and their bodies didn’t look like they had been hungry for a long time. Out.

After the reconnaissance was completed, Lance withdrew and returned to the team to explain the situation.

"A camp with about 200 people should be the place where Ascension Sect trains newcomers. It is built on the back of a piece of masonry buildings left over from the past. Here..."

Lance picked up the branch on the ground and briefly explained the situation.

After killing the ghouls and destroying the tomb, Lance continued to perform the task. The direction of Lance was very clear, which was to go all the way north and lay the foundation for the future Northern Expedition.

Disciplining and training Wangcai along the way, under Fergus' demonstration, Wangcai quickly learned the general idea, that kind of spirituality is no worse than that of a six or seven-year-old child.

And with their two powerful senses of smell as the foundation, the team's detection range became even more exaggerated.

This time, the human breath was discovered three kilometers ahead of time, and the existence of the camp was discovered one kilometer after tracking. Lance felt it by himself to confirm the situation, which led to the current scene.

Soon the situation about the camp was explained, and everyone knew that there must be hands-on action, but there were some details that needed to be determined.

Therefore, they unconsciously set their sights on Lance and waited for the lord's decision.

"Those people have been brainwashed to join the Ascension Sect, and there is no room for them to be saved." Lance calmly threw out a sentence, which was equivalent to a death sentence for those people.

The others seemed to have known about the lord's choice for a long time, and they didn't have much reaction.

After seeing the methods of the Ascension Sect, they understood that the guy who succumbed to the cult could no longer be called a human being.

"Wow~ are you awake!" Boudica moved his limbs, as if he was looking forward to the upcoming battle.

But Lance shook his head and dismissed her thoughts with one sentence.

"No, now is not the time."

"Why?"

"There are more than 200 people here, and we only have four of us. Even if we add Figes and Wangcai, we will only have six. If we kill them rashly, let alone people, we will not be able to catch [-] pigs in half a day.

On the contrary, once they disperse, they will pose a greater threat to us, so it is necessary to strike accurately and annihilate them. "

"Wangcai and I stay here and stare at them. Go back and send me two hundred soldiers." Lance estimated the time, and continued to draw with the branches in his hand, "follow this line, march in a day, come Stop here for repairs, and then I'll go find you..."

Lance briefly explained the situation, arranged things, and finally put the branch on the camp, and said in a deep voice, "I want to wipe out these cultists and tell them who is the master of Hamlet!"

"Yes!" Several other people had no objection, they all knew the danger of these guys.

After the rest of the team left, Lance took Wangcai and touched him to ambush for surveillance.

In fact, he didn't say a more important point just now. The daily consumption of supplies to maintain a camp of [-] people is not a small amount.

But he didn't see the fields being cultivated nearby, which meant that the supplies for this camp must have been brought in from outside, and if he was lucky enough to squat down, he could find another resource point.

Compared with a barracks, he cared more about whether he could destroy the resource points of the Ascension Sect.

Development requires resources, even the ancestors can't violate this, otherwise they won't drain the entire territory to complete his plan.

And now Lance also needs more resources to complete his big plan. The income brought by the plundering club in Owendo City last time can support his consumption in Totnes, not to mention the [Ascension to Heaven] Potion] formula.

To squat is to earn.

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The blood left on the ceremony site above the nameless village has not dissipated, and the scattered bones were destroyed by animals, which looked very messy.

At this time, a man with a resolute face broke into the place on horseback. Under him was a brown mare with a diamond-shaped white patch on its forehead.

Their actions directly alarmed the crow above the bones, and it exploded and hovered in mid-air but refused to leave.

The crisp movement of the man turning over and dismounting from the horse showed a vigorous figure, and the exquisite armor and the two long swords on his back all showed that his strength was not low.

His long gray hair was tied up in a ponytail, and there was a scar across his eyes on the left side of his face, but it didn't damage his handsome face, but instead added a bit of special charm.

The most unique thing is that the man's eyes turned out to be golden vertical pupils, which is not something normal humans can have, making him look a bit weird.

The white-haired man's golden pupils swept towards the ceremony, squatting beside the pool of blood and raised his hand to touch it, looking at the blood on his fingertips and whispering.

"The sacrifice of the strange demon, the blood is still dry, and it hasn't gone far..."

As he said that, the man stood up and looked up to the north, this action made the pendant of the roaring wolf head on his chest shake.

Many people want to win this commission, after all, Totnes officials have always been so generous.

The man got on the horse without staying too long, raised his hand and patted it lightly.

"Carrot, let's go."

The mare, which the man called Carrot, showed docileness to the man's voice, and quickly moved towards the north.

The man rode away from the hovering crows and landed again, but before they enjoyed it too much, someone broke into it and disturbed the crows, but this time it was a woman with a unique shape.

The woman was seen wrapped in a plain brown nun's dress, with a hood covering her face.

This is still a very normal attire, the strange thing is that the woman is still covered with thick armor, holding a scripture in her right hand, and a metal mace in her left hand.

From the battle-stained armor and the mace, it can be seen that this woman has nothing to do with being weak, and it is obvious at a glance that she is not easy to mess with.

Compared with the calmness of the white-haired man who saw the ceremony, the woman burst into a rage when she saw this scene, raising her war hammer and roaring.

"Profane! Burn in the Holy Flame!"

A strange scene appeared, and an imperceptible force was transmitted from her hand, sweeping across and dispelling the gloom lingering in the ceremony venue, but most people can't feel anything, and they may feel that the environment has become brighter.

But the woman's anger has not subsided, and the belief in the holy flame cannot tolerate such evil on this land of gods.

"The Holy Flame guides me..." The woman put down the mace and raised the holy scripture and placed it on her forehead, murmuring some inexplicable words in her mouth.

Soon the woman seemed to be sure of something and looked up to the north, only then did she reveal the three-dimensional facial features on the face, the lines were protruding and somewhat handsome.

It's just that there is anger in her eyes at this time, which is her firm belief in the Holy Flame.

As the woman embarked on the journey again, the dilapidated village returned to calm again, only the hoarse cry of the circling crow.

Some people are for the rich bounty, some are for the faith in their hearts, but no one cares about the villagers who died tragically, but this is the world...

Maybe someone else will visit the village, but they can't wait.

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Above the ascension camp, those believers who were converted from refugees were undergoing training. They had no rules at all, they were just purely brave and fierce, fighting with each other non-stop.

Seeing their appearance, they all broke out into a crazy scene, completely ignoring their opponents and their own injuries, and just went hard. I am afraid that the barbarian training in the mountains is not as ruthless as them.

It's not that this method is bad, on the contrary, returning directly to the most primitive competition can quickly screen out potential and courageous guys, as long as they are ruthless enough, they can stand up.

The price is what to do with the waste that is screened out?
"Flesh soars!" A cultist roared, and immediately knocked down his opponent, and beside him lay those who said that he survived the siege just now, and even knocked down others.

At this time, his body was covered with various scars, and there were not a few people who saw blood, but his spirit was so excited that he couldn't see any signs of injury at all.

The man felt the power in his body. It was hard to imagine that he was just a refugee who was about to starve to death a month ago, but now he has strong muscles like a bodybuilder and such powerful strength.

This is the great power bestowed by God, and he vowed to step into Ascension and return to God's side...

And not far away, there was a person watching all of this, but he had a look of disdain for it.

"Damn, bad luck."

Lance complained. After squatting for almost a day and a night, no one came into contact with the camp. He probably guessed that the camp supplies hadn't been used up yet, so it wasn't the right time.

Although Lance had already had a psychological expectation for this kind of thing that was originally a matter of chance, that's why he didn't tell them clearly.

But waiting in vain still made him a little bit unwilling, and it was almost the appointed time, so he could only wait until the encirclement and suppression to see if he could capture a few miscellaneous fish to check the news.

"Wangcai, let's go."

Call Wangcai, who is so bored that he is going crazy, to withdraw from the camp and come to the assembly point.

If the soldiers of the current era belong to the empire, they are just for food. If they are a sign of the nobility, the militia is even more cannon fodder. It is difficult for soldiers of this quality to march in a hurry. If they march, they will walk. Only those who collapse and run away Time is the fastest.

But this is not the case for Hamlet's professional soldiers. Sufficient supplies and high-intensity training allow their bodies to support such a rapid march.

Two hundred fully armed elites had gathered here a long time ago. They were clear about their mission this time, and they showed no fear, on the contrary, they revealed a bit of fanaticism.

Not everyone is qualified to stand beside the lord, they are the selected elite!

The team was led by Leonard, Barton, and Boudica. William and Barristan happened to be in rotation, so there should be no problems in the town due to the transfer of too many people. Security is still very important.

"What we are going to face this time is a camp of cultists. There are about 200 people inside. I need the team to divide into two teams and surround them from left and right..."

Lance briefly explained the situation in the camp. There was nothing else to gain from this day, but the tactical arrangement has been deduced countless times.

Leonard and Patton lead a team respectively, equipped with fifty long guns and fifty muskets. At that time, Patton will lead the team from left to right to the back, and when the front attracts the enemy, seize the ruins of the building as soon as possible, and use it to block the camp. The back road, and the team led by Leonard rushed forward.

Lance and the others are responsible for keeping an eye on those elites who are not afraid of bullets, and they will go up and deal with the soldiers if they can't stand it.

"Do you know what happened when I first met these cultists? At that time..."

Lance briefly talked about raiding the cult's stronghold in the town at that time, and then said some of the cult's methods.

These words of his immediately made the soldiers' emotions agitated, and their faces couldn't help but show expressions of anger, disgust, and disgust. After all, as long as they are people, they will feel uncomfortable with those cruel rituals.

Lance didn't stop, but continued to talk about the situation before Hamlet. A group of cultists tried to pretend to enter Hamlet to massacre and spread the plague.

No matter how cruel what I said earlier, it has nothing to do with me, but when it comes to this, many people participated in that battle, and I was the one who witnessed it.

Knowing that these bloody and twisted rituals could befall them, or their family members, this discomfort can turn into anger.

The expressions on the faces of all the soldiers became envious. They gripped the weapons in their hands tightly, wishing to get rid of those guys now.

Lance could see their reaction. He knew how to mobilize the soldiers' emotions before the battle, and finally emphasized it in a very serious tone.

"You should have seen what cultists are. Those guys can no longer be counted as human beings. Their existence poses a threat to Hamlet. We must eliminate them and leave no one behind, understand?"

Lance swept across the crowd without saying too much, everything was in silence.

"Check your equipment, let's go!"

(End of this chapter)