The townsmen's expressions were terrified, their eyes full of fear.
But facing soldiers armed with sharp weapons and long spears, they couldn't muster any will to resist.
For before these soldiers invaded the town, all resisting soldiers or townsmen were slaughtered completely!
Even though the open field gathered over a thousand people.
They still dared not speak a word, just widened their eyes, watching the platform at the front of the clearing.
There.
A young man dressed in leather armor with long hair stood firmly.
His expression was indifferent, his gaze akin to looking down on livestock.
Behind the young man, Godfrey stepped forward twice, approaching Lawrence.
Godfrey inquired, "Master, excluding the over three hundred townsmen who resisted and died, how should we deal with the remaining two thousand eight hundred townsmen?"
Even if a town's armed soldiers were as numerous, it only reached one or two hundred at most.
