Ch. 126 The Anglo-Saxons Must Die!

Mia, having turned invisible, approached the camp where the Anglo-Saxons were located.

It was a farmhouse in the wilderness.

In front of the house, a bonfire made of firewood and charcoal burned passionately under the night sky.

The rising ethereal smoke was illuminated by the firelight below, its gray column dividing the blue-black night sky, while succulent roast meat hung over the bonfire.

There were about seventeen or eighteen Raiders. These fellows were boisterous, heroically tearing into the meat in their hands and gulping down mouthfuls of sweet mead.

Mia entered the camp under the enhancement of magic.

This was by no means a heartwarming scene.

On the side of the farmhouse facing the road, a young man was nailed to a scarecrow cross. A bloody hole marked his chest; he was a red-haired Briton youth. His head hung low, his lifeless eyes turned white, staring hollowly at the ground below.

The bodies of an elderly couple were suspended from a tree branch, several arrows piercing their forms.

Then, the screams of livestock reached her ears, accompanied by the merry laughter of the Anglo-Saxons.

They reveled adjacent to the corpses, feasting beside the dead masters of the house.

Mia didn’t go any deeper; she had seen enough.

Suppressing her fury, she retreated toward Artoria’s position.

Beside the stable was a carriage that had been ransacked into a mess. A Raider dragged a middle-aged man out of one of the stalls.

The horses neighed in terror.

Ignoring the middle-aged man’s wails, they tied him beneath the tree where the two elderly corpses hung.

Then, a cruel game began.

Seven or eight Raiders, holding wine cups in one hand and throwing knives or axes in the other, stood ten meters away from the man tied to the trunk. They competed to see who could throw their blade closest to him without actually wounding him.

The man’s face was pale, his lips trembling as he squeezed his eyes shut. Sharp knives and axes whistled past him, thudding as they embedded themselves into the tree.

His lower body quietly became wet.

“He pissed himself! Hey, he pissed himself!” The drunken Raiders doubled over with laughter.

“My turn!” A Raider holding a throwing axe pushed through the crowd. “If I win, that barrel of wine is mine!”

“Fine by us.”

The Raider took a brief aim and then—whoosh—hurled the axe.

Thud—

The axe spun and landed just above the man’s head. The man shook like a leaf.

“That’s way too far off!” the Raider’s companions mocked.

“The guy dodged! He dodged it! You bastard, watch me slaughter you.”

“Move aside, move aside, my turn.”

Whoosh—

A throwing axe sliced off one of the man’s ears. He screamed shrilly as blood gushed out.

“Your aim is terrible, hahahaha!”

“Bastard, if he hadn’t dodged it would’ve been fine. He brought this on himself!”

“Move aside, move aside—”

The cruel game continued.

No matter how much the man with the severed ear wailed and pleaded, he received no mercy from the Raiders.

But,

“That is enough!”

A girl’s clear voice rang out behind them. Dressed in a white dress and wearing armor, Artoria stepped into the light, gripping her sword.

The corpse on the cross, the corpses in the tree, and the man tied to the trunk, bleeding profusely…

A dark fury had already climbed onto her pretty face.

The Anglo-Saxons she had wanted to show mercy to earlier had committed such crimes with their accomplices.

If she did not kill them and make them pay for so many lost souls,

Then there would be no justice, and no honor to speak of!

“I am Artoria, a traveling knight. I cannot tolerate you committing such evils…”

“What are you thinking, silly? They can’t understand you!”

Mia appeared from behind her, sword in her right hand and staff in her left, as she charged forward.

“And they aren’t knights!”

Then came Kay, running with sword and shield in hand, shouting as he went.

Only after them did the tall Wilden follow.

Artoria blinked, startled while holding her sword, then lowered her head, pursed her lips, and joined the charge.

The Raiders didn’t react at all; some, upon seeing Artoria, even thought she was a drunken hallucination.

Until Mia’s golden sword thrust forward, arriving in an instant like a bolt of golden lightning.

The girl practically slammed into a Raider’s embrace. Her golden, slender straight sword pierced through his leather armor, with more than half the blade emerging from his back after entering through his abdomen.

Since she had transmigrated,

She had never felt such intense rage.

Because of her background, she felt an absolute loathing for those who committed atrocities against innocent people.

These Raiders, who had two arms and two legs and walked upright on the ground, took pleasure in killing, stole from others, and seized others’ land. They were no different from the Skaven in the city of Nuln.

Witnessing such brutality even caused a bad historical memory to rise in Mia’s heart.

If the peaceful scene of the village in Wales had previously numbed her, leaving her with no concept of what was happening on this land,

Now, she understood.

Mia also believed that the tragedy she saw was definitely just the tip of the iceberg.

The Raider’s eyes widened, and a mouthful of dark red blood sprayed from his mouth.

The others were still stunned on the spot.

Kay and Artoria charged up immediately after.

The magnificent sword in the stone in Artoria’s hand delivered a simple downward slash, cutting through the Raider’s chainmail as if it were slicing through air.

Kay’s one-handed sword also cleanly slit a Raider’s throat.

The remaining men retreated in panic, finally realizing they were being attacked.

But because of the feast, only a few had their proper weapons with them.

Aside from small axes, they only had daggers.

Wilden, holding twin swords, strode forward like a tiger among sheep. His bright, light-reflecting twin swords left several beautiful afterimages; in the span of a single breath, three Raiders had already fallen beneath his blades.

Thus, in the moment of contact, the Raiders lost a third of their numbers.

Among those who had just been amusing themselves by torturing the middle-aged man, the only two survivors scrambled toward the larger group.

Mia fired two Glintstone Crystals, piercing the two fellows who were trying to flee the front line one after the other.

The Raiders were naturally not blind or deaf; after a brief moment of chaos, everyone noticed the presence of the attackers.

Drunkenness might have affected their judgment, but it also stimulated their courage.