"Whoosh!"
A fire broke out in a poor village. Accompanied by piercing cries, billowing black smoke, carrying the remains of the dead, rose into the sky.
"Roar! You, and you too! Hand over all the food you've hidden!"
In the firelight, the vicious thief grinned, tearing off a large chunk of roasted meat. In his other hand, he brandished a rusty longsword stained with conspicuous blood. Three villagers who had overestimated their abilities had already met their end.
The scene of the massacre aroused the bloodlust of a group of villagers. Without food, they would not be able to survive the harsh winter and would only face certain death!
The Nordic people have always been very fierce in their struggle for limited living space. This is a bloodline inherited from their ancestors. Even the humblest and poorest villagers will rise up and fight back for a sliver of hope!
With the impending arrival of the harsh winter, all the lords are busy preparing for the winter and have no energy to deal with bandits, let alone help a village on the edge of the city. It would be a losing proposition for the lords to do so.
"call out!"
Before the village's knight-ranked professionals could retaliate, a broadsword slashed down. As blood splattered from his neck, the trained professional was instantly killed, his head rolling to the side. This froze the villagers who had intended to resist, their eyes filled with deep fear as they stared at the tall figure wielding a broadsword approaching.
powerful!
Its power is beyond words!
The village's reserve knight in charge of maintaining order was killed with a single sword strike before he could even make a move!
With such terrifying thieves, do they really have the courage... to resist?
"Hmph, which fool dares to defy our Golden Thieves?!"
A blond giant, over two meters tall and clad in worn armor, wielded a broadsword and stomped on the head of a rolling man as if smashing a watermelon. Many villagers instinctively closed their eyes as the head of this prospective knight, meant to protect them, exploded into a bloody mist!
"Waaaaah!"
The blond giant let out a long roar, exuding a fierce aura tinged with the stench of blood. His face was contorted, his long hair disheveled, and when he was enraged, he resembled a crouching lion.
"Boss is awesome!"
"Hahaha, Boss's sword strike was truly domineering!"
"That's right, these lowly people need a good talking to! Then we'll have enough food for the winter!"
The group of thieves following the blond giant laughed and joked. They found grain in the villager's house, then killed the owner and burned it all to the ground.
Being targeted by the Gold Thieves means certain destruction.
"You...you're a bunch of beasts! Robbers! You, and you!! Those who reap without sowing are guilty, and the god of harvest will punish you!"
The elderly village chief, leaning on his cane, stood up shakily, his chest heaving, panting, and roaring.
"Wow, old man, you're in great spirits at your age."
A thief chuckled, shrugged, and raised his sword to the village chief's neck, a playful glint in his eyes: "How can you say it's unearned profit? Our labor as thieves is to plunder your property. This time it can barely be considered a good harvest. Perhaps the god of harvest will reward us handsomely."
The village chief's eyes widened, his breathing became heavy, and his chest heaved. Just as he was about to shout a reprimand, the impatient thief chopped off his head with a sword, splattering a large amount of blood that covered several villagers behind him!
"Ahhh!"
"They killed the village chief, let's fight them!"
"Kill them! Avenge the village chief!"
Witnessing the village chief, a respected figure in the village, being mercilessly beheaded by thieves, the villagers, who had long suffered from exploitation and bullying, were enraged. They grabbed hoes, sickles, and other farm tools, or raised their fists and swung them!
But the Golden Thieves sneered slightly, the blond giant nodded slightly, and a group of thieves pounced on the villagers like wolves, slaughtering them in one fell swoop!
The villagers, who had never received any training and worked in the fields, worshipped only a god of harvest who followed the harmony of nature. How could they possibly be a match for these vicious thieves!
In just a few breaths, a dozen thieves had slaughtered all the villagers who resisted. Blood flowed across the land, and limbs were scattered everywhere. After killing the villagers, the thieves, driven by their lust, tortured the corpses in a horrific manner.
"Hmph, you overconfident fool."
The blond giant looked at the mangled corpses scattered on the ground and sneered, but from inside the house beside him came a voice filled with surprise.
"Boss, we've found a treasure!"
Then, one of the thieves' men who went to plunder the village chief's house carried out a beautiful young woman on his shoulder.
The young woman was the village chief's daughter-in-law. She had long, slightly wavy chestnut hair, and her beautiful face was filled with fear and despair. Even though she was dressed in hemp clothing, it could not hide her mature figure.
"Hehe, we really found a treasure!"
The blond giant laughed heartily. In the impoverished village, most women were overweight peasant women with thick waists, unlike this young woman who was exquisite and beautiful.
"So... Boss, after you've finished, how about we brothers have a sip of soup... hehe."
"Since you're so sensible, you guys go have fun and don't need to pay attention to me."
The blond giant waved his hand, bestowing the attractive young woman upon his subordinate, which was met with a series of wolf howls.
"No, I'm pregnant! I have a baby!"
The terrified young woman trembled all over as she was thrown onto a spacious stall. Her horrified gaze fell on a corpse lying in a pool of blood, her pale chestnut eyes filled with despair.
Her husband had half his face cut off, a large piece of skin torn from his neck by a wild beast, his limbs severed, and his abdomen pierced by a sword, with a section of his intestines protruding.
Before she could even let out a pitiful scream, she was swarmed by several strong thieves.
The man lying in a pool of blood, being tortured, had half of his face witness this scene. His empty eyes were stained with blood and tears, which slid down his face.
In the war-torn lands of Northern Europe, order and ethics had long since collapsed, and these beasts in human skin were utterly devoid of humanity.
"Oh, this wonderful feeling of freedom."
Against the backdrop of the firelight, the blond giant let out a satisfied sigh; the smell of gunpowder and the voices of despair that penetrated to the bone gave him a sense of pleasure.
The village's scarce wealth was swept away, bags of grain were loaded onto transport vehicles, and several livestock were slaughtered and processed into dried meat using special methods for easy storage.
The law of survival in Northern Europe is that the weak are preyed upon by the strong.
"Awoo~"
Just then, a raging fire broke out, and a chilling wolf howl echoed from afar.
"Um?"
The blond giant frowned, becoming alert and inexplicably sensing a sense of crisis.
The wasteland is not only home to rampant bandit gangs, but also to packs of wolves that have been drawn by the firelight, gathering together to share the spoils.
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