“Nice one!”
But the crisis wasn’t over yet.
Gramps, who was fighting 2 on 1 finally ran out of strength. A spear pierced through his chest.
Bruno had cut one down but two immediately came over, making it hard for him to cover anyone else.
Mack was fighting 5 while Bruno 3.
For a moment I couldn’t decide who to help but just then the situation changed.
A shadow rolled out from underneath the table Mack was swinging around.
Little Celia crept up to the ankles of the men, who had met a roadblock, and slashed.
Two of the enemies collapsed, one of them lost concentration and was blown away by the table.
The remaining two found a new mark and tried to kill the small shadow, but.
“Good job”
I was already in front of their eyes.
I swung the bardiche at full strength, splitting one of them in half, not horizontally.
It split him vertically, from the crown of his head down to his crotch.
An unbelievable amount of blood splattered all over and everything inside his body scattered everywhere as the damp firewood broke.
The remaining man had completely lost his nerve and was screaming in horror, but a sword thrusting from underfoot pierced his throat and ended him.
On the other side, Bruno finally finished cutting down his enemies, and the two whose ankles were cut by Celia were stuck with the table by Mack and turned into pulp.
Bruno’s quite good, he massacred the enemy even when outnumbered 1 to three.
Examining the corpses, it looks like these aren’t your everyday bandits, but barbarians from the east.
The fact that they had spears and swords mean that they attacked bandits and frontier villages on the way here.
Normally they wouldn’t be possessing metal tools.
In the end, the three slaves were unhurt, and Celia only skinned her knees when rolling about.
Bruno and Mack were almost unhurt and gramps and the peddler died but taking our relative numbers into account it was a good fight.
Which reminds me, where’s Lugh?
“He’s down here”
Bruno poked at Lugh who passed out behind Mack.
It seems he got hit when Mack was swinging the table.
“………”
Mack’s face paled.
A slave who raised his hand towards his master would at the very least be executed.
Very few masters would accept force majeure as a reason.
“Do you have any unpaid favors from him?”
There were sometimes masters and slaves who had good relations.
“……… None”
That speeds things up.
Mack fought bravely, protecting the treasures of mankind.
It was sacrilegious for him to die for this filthy man.
When Bruno and I got hold of Lugh the fire had already circled, we threw him into the fire blazing at the inn.
It’s like we made a whole roast pork nobody ordered.
“He was surprised by the barbarian’s attack, hit his head, and fainted”
“Then after that he died in the fire. A tragic end”
Bruno and I exchanged handshakes.
I could get along with this guy.
Celia was standing silently next to me, let’s give her a compliment.
She unexpectedly had good battle sense.
The fact that she didn’t hesitate to point her sword at a human being probably meant she was made to do this before.
“Now the problem is the cleaning up”
Bruno broke the ice.
Now that Lugh has died, the law states that his possessions should go to the bereaved family but unfortunately all his belongings here were carried away by the barbarians.