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Chapter 37 Hahaha! The Lord is here!

This is bad.

Lester was somewhat embarrassed to discover that he had never known the village's name since birth; it seemed as if it had always been just an ordinary gathering place for villagers without a name of its own.

When Thorne arrived there, he did not give the village a name.

"...No name." In the end, Lester could only say this with a forced smile.

Fortunately, these days, most ordinary villages don't even think of giving themselves a name.

In fact, having a village with its own name was a luxury in those days, so the slaves in front of them did not doubt whether what he was saying was true or whether he was deceiving them, just because they could not say the name of the village.

Of course, it's also possible that there are no better options, and because there's no other way, they're unwilling to think about those less-than-ideal possibilities.

And so, Lester used his dagger to cut the ropes binding the child's limbs as he lay on the table, and then handed the dagger to the strongest man.

Although he had no trust in the slaves before him, what could he do? Was there a better solution?

As darkness gradually fell, perhaps sensing that Barron and his group were approaching, Lester made corresponding arrangements in the warehouse.

He first used an axe to loosen the long table, then gently pieced it back together. If needed, he could simply grab one of the table legs and pull it outwards to get a wooden stick, which could probably be considered a weapon.

Then let the child lie back down on the table, as a pretense to deceive Barron.

Finally, all the slaves should be gathered around the long table. If all goes well, Barron might squeeze in among the slaves, and if they all rush in, their chances of winning will be greater.

The warehouse was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the wind outside and the approaching footsteps.

Along with Lester, almost all the slaves swallowed hard, and finally, with a creak, the door was pushed open.

Seeing this, Baron frowned instinctively: "What are you all doing standing there? Get to the side."

Unfortunately, Lester's last plan was of little use. The villagers looked at each other and hesitantly stepped aside.

Clearly, there was no chance of a mass attack.

At this moment, Barron had already walked up to Leicester, looked at the child on the table whose limbs were still intact, and couldn't help but click his tongue: "You want to be a good person?"

Lester shook his head; he didn't consider himself a good person.

"Then what are you doing?" Baron frowned at Lester. "Why are this brat's hands and feet still on his body?"

"Do you want to replace him?"

Lester shook his head again, then said, "I will take action."

Upon hearing this, Baron grinned, revealing his large, yellowed teeth. Lester's reaction was relatively normal. After a day of mental preparation, and with one last push, it wasn't surprising that he made this choice.

The next moment, Lester slowly reached for the axe at his waist. The other slaves in the corner were stunned by this scene, as this was not part of the agreement.

Shouldn't we wait until Baron gets close before attacking? Why are you chatting with him? You just betrayed us like that?

Fortunately, the slaves' worries didn't last long, because a second after Lester's hand touched the axe handle, there was a loud bang, and Baron's jaw was instantly smashed by the axe falling from above.

So fast that even the bodyguards who were close to Baron didn't have time to react. After they did react, the bodyguards hurriedly tried to draw their longswords from their waists, only to find that the six cups of barley wine they had drunk at noon were now starting to have an effect.

In that brief moment of hesitation, the axe, which had been raised high, slammed down heavily on his head.

With a crisp crack, the axe struck the guard's skull like a blow to a wooden stake.

Immediately afterwards, the guard felt dizzy and disoriented, as if his head was nailed to something. Instead of the expected pain, he felt a strange swelling sensation.

Finally, the colors in front of him faded rapidly until it was pitch black. He was already lying on the ground, but the axe stuck on his head still hadn't been pulled off.

It has to be said that the guards Baron found were not very professional, to the point that one was already dead and another was injured, and the remaining guards had not yet fully reacted.

Although his hands were already on the sword hilt, he was not even as frightened as the slaves who should have been stunned.

The slaves who had retreated to the corner of the warehouse reacted immediately and rushed forward. First, they hurriedly dismantled the four legs of the long table, leaving the child lying on the ground in a daze. Then, they grabbed the table legs and rushed towards the guards who were swarming around them.

Those at the forefront were inevitably cut or pierced by the drawn swords. The slaves behind them, who continued to charge forward, were certainly terrified at the sight, but the momentum of their charge and the presence of the slaves behind them who had not yet witnessed this horror carried them forward.

Punch after punch, blow after blow, landed squarely on the unarmored bodies of the guards, killing them incredibly quickly.

Meanwhile, the other guards who were farther away from the center of the battle managed to draw their weapons intact, but they did not rush forward. After all, they only earned a few silver coins a month, so why risk their lives?

Can't you see the boss, whose face was smashed halfway due to carelessness, lying on the ground right now, about to lose his job? There's no one to pay his wages anymore, what's the point of working?

At most, they would just go out and tell the city patrol team to come and suppress the slave revolt and protect the property of the elite.

And so, Lester finally managed to pull the axe off the head of that unlucky guy with the wild imagination. It was hard to say whether the head was too hard or the axe was too dull, but it was obvious that it wasn't as sharp as the lord's axe.

Then he saw the slaves who had surrounded him and had already inhumanely killed the slave trader and his half-baked guards. He nodded and said, "Let's leave here now while it's dark. I'll take you back to the village."

After saying that, he ignored the slaves who had died in the front row, stripped the weapons from the dead guards, took a longsword for himself, distributed the rest to the others, and rushed straight out of the warehouse.

Then they heard a horn boom that made them uneasy.

As a series of sparse footsteps approached from afar, nearly forty members of the Autumn Wind Town patrol team, dressed in cotton robes and wielding enormous spears, blocked the way.

Lester felt a chill run down his spine at the sight. He had been too greedy and shouldn't have picked up the corpses. Looking at the dense array of spears opposite him, each at least two meters long, and then at the sword in his hand that was less than a meter long...

Just as the patrolmen pointed their spears at the slaves and began their charge, and Lester thought he was going to die today, an even more unsettling sound came from behind the patrolmen.

It was as if a heavy wooden plank had violently slammed into a person's body, knocking them to the ground, followed by the crisp, thudding sounds of weapons entering flesh.

Finally, a whooshing sound pierced the head of the spearman who was at the forefront and almost reached Lester.

Lester's pupils contracted as he stared at the square arrowhead that had sprung out of the head. Where had he seen the shape and style of this arrow before?

After realizing what had happened, he suddenly grinned.

"Hahaha! The lord has arrived!"