Warhammer Divine Throne-Chapter 671 - 297, Black Bread and Prosperity

Forcing himself to stay alert, Remon held his mother's arm, pulled his brother along, and got back on the road, heading in the direction indicated by the Golden Armored Giant. The family of three walked for more than an hour.

As noon approached, a cacophony came from ahead. Remon cautiously hid behind a large tree and peeked out, only to shrink back in fear.

A battle was raging in the forest! Hundreds of human soldiers were engaged in combat with a Beastman Tribe.

This was not surprising, as war was a constant presence in this dark world.

What truly surprised Remon was that the human army was suppressing the Beastmen. These human troops showed no fear when confronting the Beastmen. On the contrary, they were even more ruthless and ferocious than the Beastmen. Clad in chest armor and wielding long spears and halberds, the elite soldiers advanced collectively. Groups of crossbowmen fired continuously, and hundreds of swordsmen bravely fought the Beastmen head-on under the sergeant's command. Many Knights and their squires also joined the fray. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"For the Lady! For Count Laine! For Countess Surya!"

The Beastman Tribe retreated in panic. The Horned Beasts and Inferior Horned Beasts backed away repeatedly. Human swordsmen advanced step by step, slaughtering the Beastmen under the protection of Long Spear Soldiers and Halberdiers. Soon, the losses of the Beastmen exceeded thirty percent. With the addition of several Knights and dozens of Knights' Squires, the Beastmen's morale plummeted to the bottom.

"Bertrand! Take down the Beast King!" shouted the lead Knight in the human army.

"Yes!" A sergeant, dressed in an entirely green tight outfit, wearing chain armor and a surcoat, responded loudly. He wore a green tricorn hat adorned with a beautifully white feather on top. Upon hearing the Knight's command, the sergeant quickly grabbed two arrows from the quiver on his back and drew them hard.

A large bow was drawn to a full moon shape.

Would he shoot from here? The Beast King was at least a hundred and fifty paces away! Remon gaped. Normally, a peasant archer's effective range was only about thirty to eighty paces.

"Whoosh!" The arrow sailed through the forest. The Beast King, just lifting its head to command the resistance, was struck directly through its left eye, causing it to scream and stagger back in agonizing pain.

"Whoosh!" Another arrow immediately pierced its right eye. This newly chosen Beast King let out a final wail before crashing to the ground.

"Nice!" With the Beastman's morale shattered, several Knights mounted their horses and charged. A dozen Knights' Squires followed behind them, their charge scattering, dividing, and annihilating the Beastmen.

"What a powerful army..." Remon swallowed hard, feeling a sense of relief. If Count Laine's Holy Grail Knights were all this strong, then at least the security of the territory could be ensured, and the serfs wouldn't have to live in fear of banditry or lawlessness.

Out of caution, Remon's family waited for a while. Only after the army had cleared the battlefield did the family continue their journey.

The road became much easier to travel, wide enough for four horses to walk abreast. The well-packed dirt road stretched out from the forest. Remon swore it was the best road he had ever walked on.

The bread was gone, but thankfully, the road was easy to traverse. His elderly mother, who was almost unable to continue, could barely move. Thomas clung to Remon's clothes from behind; they were utterly exhausted.

Guards and sentry posts lined the road. Following the Golden Armored Giant's instructions, Remon claimed only to be a refugee without mentioning where they came from or which Duchy they belonged to.

The peasants still maintained vigilance.

Sure enough, the guards did not trouble them. After a thorough inspection and questioning, confirming they were human and indeed refugee peasants, they were allowed into the outpost.

Dozens of people crowded outside the outpost, most of them clearly refugee peasants. A few were traders, complaining, and others did not appear to be traders or peasants, complying entirely with the guards' requirements as they passed through.

"You're Remon? Are these your family?" A sergeant with a crossbow slung on his back and a longsword at his waist, dressed in chain armor and a robe,

looked truly impressive! Remon watched with deep envy.

Being promoted to a sergeant and becoming a free person was the dream of every peasant.

"Yes, yes, I'm Remon. This is my brother, this is my mother. We're from the north, unable to survive there, so we fled here. Please take care of us poor souls! I beg you!" Remon quickly bowed, smiling ingratiatingly at the sergeant.

"Another one from the north? There've been quite a few refugee slaves from the north lately." The sergeant seemed unfazed, looking at the ragged family with a smile: "Must have encountered many difficulties on the way? Considering how you all look, escaping here was no small feat!"

"Yes, yes! The Lady bless us! The Lady bless us!" Remon promptly echoed.

"Alright, you're safe here. We are the Charon Forest Patrol Battalion. Rest assured, this place is secure, and we welcome you newcomers. As long as you work diligently, you won't worry about hunger." The sergeant continued, "But if you dare to break the law, the only outcome is to be hanged!"

With that, the sergeant waved his hand: "Take them down for inspection and cleaning!"