Migration

George withdrew his hand from the river, the water gradually calmed down, and a face, both familiar and unfamiliar, appeared in front of his eyes.

He couldn't remember if he had looked like this in his last life. But at least the eyes should not be brown.

Now his own hair was gray, belonging to the typical northern 'Lomand' race.

''Damn, why is my hair so dirty? How to make and let the dynamite blow up like, this is also too affect my lord shining image! I was using this image to make a speech before? George's eyes widened and he secretly swore that he had to take a hot bath when he got back!

That's right! Better add some vanilla to it!

He suddenly remembered his notes. After turning the notes out, he found some herbs written on them.

This thing is a mandatory course for priests, and the pharmacology of treating common diseases is also very simple, so after a few moments of reading, he recalled all of them.

The patterns were taken to Mark and a few villagers who looked a little smarter in the head. Let those villagers pay attention on the way back and see the opportunity to pick some.

In these herbs, some are to dispel diseases, some are able to sterilize. Basically, they are very useful. But I just don't know how much I can collect.

Villagers do not have a lot of things, after George repeatedly asked to bring everything possible, did not add too much - although this will make the migration become more smooth. But is also let him feel some egg.

George looked at those big bags, pushing the cart of the villagers. With a reluctant look at the stones, remembered his own castle. Decided after if there is an opportunity, must be those stones also to carry away.

The castle is now that broken look, if a few more heavy rains, I'm afraid it will collapse ...

While leaving, there was a small incident when a few escorts came to tell George that there was still a man on the east side of the village who had not been evacuated.

"Do I have to be asked about such things? Tie up that crazy woman! Even a madman has to work for me!" The lord of the lordship waved his horse whip and said viciously to the escorts.

After the men left, George thought about it again. Will call Martin over. After quietly instructing him a few words, George spurred his horse to follow the group.

After listening to the lord's command, Martin's eyes some amazement. He thought for a short while in silence, and then both called a partner and followed the end of the group. After that, these two people do not know when they have quietly separated from the group.

Although this road from the shelter to the stone village George has already walked once, but now the team is more than ten times more people than before. He was worried that these people would fall out of line, while having to watch out for monsters on the road. This makes his heart nervous.

Hundreds of people, a bit like a large class of elementary school students to go on a group trip to see a movie ... But the order is not as good as elementary school students.

Fortunately, the villagers are very active, those young and strong have taken the initiative to maintain order. Plus the sheepdogs - the escorts led. So there was no big problem.

While on the road, George opened the scroll and found that the area drawn on the map had surprisingly expanded. It seems that all the roads he had traveled would be clearly recorded in this map. And the area near that village, surprisingly, also lit up on top of the map.

But that village is not considered 'recovered', and the overall look of the time, it does not look like the shelter with a line of words.

This is a migration, although the road is not far, but they still walk a long time, far more than twice as long as they came.

But fortunately, the village itself seems to have very few monsters, so coupled with the guidance of the scrolls, the road did not encounter corpses. There were only occasional zombies that wandered by.

Compared to the morning, these escorts have been much sharper.

And those 'saved' villagers are also very enthusiastic, they will George and his party are treated as saviors. This made the group of bandits, who originally only thought of money and women in their hearts, suddenly had a different feeling in their hearts.

Yes, they were not robbing, they were saving these people!

The adoring gaze in those women's eyes made the old bandits no longer feel tired and their spirits were exhilarated.

This time George didn't let them save their bows and arrows, and the group of guardians who wanted to prove their bravery became braver and more powerful in dealing with the zombies.

"The evil demons have been spying on your village for a long time, and these zombies are the resurrected servants of the evil demons, and look, they've been lingering around the village! But rest assured, the Guardians of the Gods will protect you. And in the sanctuary we are going to, there is no mist, let alone any evil demon that dares to invade!"

Along the way, George's words kept being verified. The villagers found that when they first came out, they would always encounter some zombies. But as they got closer to the shelter, the zombies were surprisingly really getting less and less.

At the halfway point, Martin and the escort named Jack quietly returned to the group - in the fog, it was difficult to find when the group had a few more people.

Martin is not only decisive and ruthless, but also very careful. The two men smelled of kerosene, and their hair was slightly burnt and curly. The body is also wet, as if washed again in the river. It seemed that what the lord had explained to him had been carried out by him intact.

"It's all done, my lord." Martin said as he came to the lord's side, a fierce glint in his eyes.

George on the horse nodded to him, bent down and whispered to the two men, "Martin, you are different from everyone, sooner or later you will become my vassal. (Turning his head to Jack) Your name is Jack, isn't it? Very well, I remember your name."

With a gentle tap on the shoulders of both men with his riding crop, George spurred his horse away.

The gentle tap was so déjà vu that it brought back memories of the night the lord lord tapped on Alexander's shoulder and knighted him last night.

The lord didn't actually say anything useful in terms of promises, but the two men were so inspired by their self-hypnosis that they were filled with visions of the future...

George took the time to come to the middle-aged man and asked about whether anyone in the village knew how to make iron.

Of course, this was actually nonsense, because he had already seen the iron felt on top of the cart behind the old blacksmith - there was even a small furnace on top of the cart behind!

The middle-aged man was called Duke, in his forties, but looked like he was almost fifty. Others have taught him old Duke. Sort of the village inside the actual village chief. Looks quite honest, but actually is a little knowledgeable - he came from a certain town in the east.

"My lord, I am living by the craft of iron making. As for the weapons you mentioned, who doesn't know a little at this time? In the past, when we were in the town, the lords of the lords used to call us blacksmiths over and build weapons and armor together. I can fight all the common weapons, lock armor and so on will also repair. And you said that scale armor, is not to the top of the leather sewing iron!

When he heard the first, George is listening to the more happy, this heard the last sentence, almost did not fall off the horse.

You don't have to think about it to know, his so-called locking armor, can be repaired into what kind of ...

'Hey... Against the use of it.'' George nodded his head and asked, "Where did you come from before?"

"Ah, it's a town over in the Feltis hills, my lord. It's the one at the west end of Wingwind City. After the disaster, Duke Adeline's Ariadne's city was very strong and guarded by the lords of the clergy. So the lords inside the city were fine, but those of us who didn't go in became refugees... It took us less than two months to get here, the journey to solve the hunger and hardship, many people died on the way, those who survived, found a quiet place to live here, one after another, the village later came to many people."