Warhammer Divine Throne-Chapter 670 - 296, Escape_2

They could only escape desperately, fleeing to the south.

It was said that the south was different from the north; there, the territory was ruled by the Holy Grail Knights, whose virtues were trusted by the peasants. In fact, whenever a Holy Grail Knight passed by, the Lord Masters would restrain themselves a bit, not daring to go too far.

Maybe these Holy Grail Knight Lords would be willing to accept these unfortunate people?

......

Thus, the group rested during the day and traveled at night, making their way south along the edge of the Arden Forest. After escaping for two days and nights, they spent their last savings to stow away across a large river.

A few hours later, they entered a dense forest.

"Remon~ I can't walk anymore." The elderly mother panted heavily, leaning against a big tree: "Can we rest, rest for a while?"

"Damn it, where are we?" Seeing the situation, Remon had to stop and rest.

After fleeing for two days and nights, the group had no idea where they had escaped to. They had lost their way during the escape. While noble search parties for runaway slaves were fewer, Remon knew they had already left the Leonais Duchy and entered the territory of another duchy, but no one knew where they were.

In Brittania, the vast majority of peasants would never leave their villages in their lifetimes. Generally, the few opportunities to leave were by the Lord's assignments. Once away from their ancestral villages, the outside world for peasants was chaos and the unknown.

To avoid bandits, robbers, and patrols of nobles, they dared not take major roads. To avoid encountering Beastmen, they dared not go too deep into the forest.

"Oh~ oh~" Remon's elderly mother truly couldn't walk any further. She had never walked such a long distance, and now her feet were severely swollen, making walking nearly impossible: "Remon, my son, when will our escape finally come to an end?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Mother, don't worry, come, have something to eat." Remon and his neighbor Rake took out some food, started a fire, and began cooking.

After escaping, these two families actually ate better. Though it was already late winter, there was still something to eat in the forest. The ponds contained fish, and the forest held rabbits and birds. They found a big tree and sat down. The peasants' clothes weren't very thick, so they hunched over, hiding under the big tree, eating their meals.

"Brother, I'm cold." Remon's brother Thomas curled up, saying uncomfortably.

"Be strong, Thomas." Remon stuffed bread into his brother's hand, whispering: "Be strong, everyone is cold. Once we walk out of the forest in a few days, it won't be like this."

After having a simple meal and boiling some water, the group prepared to set off again.

The dark forest always invoked fear. In their arduous march, they couldn't even tell what time it was.

"What time is it now?" Remon licked his lips, his nose red with cold. In the freezing cold, peasants could only wear single-layer clothes and a cloak covered with grass. He didn't know what time it was at all.

"Feels like...three hours? Four hours?" Another peasant, Rake, said confusedly.

In the forest, they couldn't see the sunlight, and the peasants couldn't differentiate north from south, east from west.

After walking for a while longer, two peasants sensed something wrong.

The air was filled with a pungent, rank smell, and a low growling came from deep in the forest.

Beastmen!

"Mother! Thomas! It's Beastmen! Quick! Get up, we have to run!" Remon and Rake exchanged glances, their faces turning pale. How could they fend off the powerful Beastmen? All they had were a few wooden sticks and two knives for cutting bread!

The Beastmen clearly realized there were humans nearby, and a few Horned Beasts roared shrilly, then charged directly at the group's location. These were a few ordinary Horned Beasts that seemed wounded, yet even so, the runaways were no match for them.

The group, already exhausted from two days and nights of fleeing, especially Rake's two sisters and Remon's elderly mother, could barely move. After just a few steps, the old mother cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

She had reached her limit.

"Mother!" Remon found his mother had fallen and instinctively turned around: "Mother, hurry, we have to go, or we'll all die!"

"No, I can't move anymore, Remon. Take your brother and run!" The elderly mother shook her head, her aged face full of tears: "Remon, take Thomas. You two run. The Beastmen will have food to eat and won't rush to chase you!"

"Mother!" Remon carried his mother, tears filling the peasant's eyes. He shook his head vigorously: "No, we've finally escaped to here. I won't leave you behind, Mother."

The Beastmen's roars grew nearer, chilling wails echoed in their ears, sharply clear in the dim forest.

Remon carried his mother, pulling his brother along, and ran for his life with his neighbor Rake, who held his two sisters as they fled together.

A few Beastmen closed in, clearly knowing that most humans couldn't outrun these terrifying creatures.

"Ahhh!" Rake was the first to be caught. This poor peasant was gradually caught up by the Horned Beast. He desperately pushed his two sisters away, then turned to block the Beastmen: "You run!"

How could a peasant be a match for a Horned Beast? In just two moves, Rake's left arm was chopped off amidst his cries, and the Beastmen picked up his body and tore it in half in the air, spilling guts and blood everywhere.

"Run, Remon." The elderly mother cried out, seeing the scene: "Don't mind me, I've lived more than forty years, enough."

"Mother! Mother!" Little Thomas wailed. Nearby, the Beastmen were relishing a long-lost feast. Even though Rake pushed his two sisters away forcefully, they couldn't escape their fate. A few Beastmen grabbed the two girls and cruelly devoured them.

"We can't escape; none of us can. Maybe that's our destiny." Remon sobbed: "Maybe that's our destiny. Lady of the Lake, Lady Shalya, whoever, please save us, please save us!"

Perhaps this was the peasants' fate: no matter how they tried, the outcome was death.

"Save us!" Remon's loud cries echoed in the forest, traveling far and wide.

The peasants had no ability to fight the Beastmen; this was their last desperate attempt to save themselves.

His cries for help weren't ignored.

A golden arc of light emerged from the forest depths, and in the blink of an eye, the rampaging Beastmen were cut into scattered pieces.

A giant over three meters tall, clad in golden armor appeared before the peasants, holding a long halberd, wearing an extremely ornate golden power armor.

Remon and his family were speechless with surprise.

The golden-armored giant glanced at the already dead Rake family on the ground, then at the slaughtered Horned Beasts, shook his head, and said something incomprehensible to the peasants.

Remon had never seen such a magnificent and powerful figure. For a moment, he even forgot to kneel, instead shaking his head in confusion, indicating he couldn't understand what the giant was saying.

"Another runaway..." The golden-armored giant's face was expressionless. He coughed and switched to speaking in Low Gothic: "I mean, you should have shouted for help sooner, otherwise your companions wouldn't have died."

"Are you... a deity?" Remon was still in a daze.

"No, I am not a deity, but I serve someone greater than any deity." The giant pointed in a direction in the forest: "Go that way, a new road was built, and there are patrols. Tell them you fled from danger. They won't trouble you. Follow their directions, and you will reach the territory of the Holy Grail Knight Count Laine, where you will find work and food. Be diligent."

After speaking, the golden-armored giant turned to leave.

"Uh, sir, could you tell me your name?" Remon instinctively called him, kneeling and bowing, and said with firm determination: "Though I have nothing, my brother Thomas, my mother, and I will surely find a way to repay your kindness!"

"Name?" The giant turned back, glanced at the sky, then shook his head, giving up on sharing his name.

"I never leave my name when doing good deeds, just call me Black Glove."