Chapter 21: Hang Him (Extra for the Torch Alliance Leader)

Roman led the convoy and arrived at Pudun Village at dusk.

Calling it a village was actually a misnomer; it was a cluster of small hamlets considered one entity by Roman since they all lay in close proximity.

They had passed through a stretch of land dyed red with blood.

Under the cover of night, these lands bore a deeper hue, with the thick scent of blood lingering in the air.

It was clear that a fierce skirmish had taken place here not long ago.

The battlefield had been cleared.

But some severed fingers and chunks of flesh weren't worth picking up.

A frightened scream escaped from a farmer who stepped on half a palm on the road, but it was quickly suppressed.

The numerous slaves were just too exhausted to incite any further commotion, wanting only to find a place to rest.

The farmers from Doug Village were the worst off; they had been on the road all day, subsisting on slices of bread to replenish their strength, and now they were both hungry and thirsty.