Chapter 425: 443 Monster Attack_1
Kerry, a small town on the border of the forr Farrand region and now Felton.
As ti went by, Farrand had beco a thing of the past, and its territory was divided between the kingdoms of Felton and Nord.
Not long ago, Kerry was still in the midst of war.
Now, this small town has not completely erged from the shadow of war.
The city walls are broken, the farmlands are wasted, and people who look like refugees with ragged clothes and faltering steps are walking along the overgrown, abandoned roads.
So of them were once inhabitants of Kerry, while others had fled from other places.
These forr Farrand people have long since beco second-class citizens of Felton.
The Felton noble lord who currently controls and manages Kerry does not care about their lives, and even their original houses and farmlands have been forcibly requisitioned.
To survive, there are not a few who sold themselves into slavery or beca outlaws.
Originally, there were few people in or near Kerry, but recently, for so unknown reason, a large number of refugees erged from the direction of Farrand.
Earl adow Doran, who originally ca from Felton and now controls Kerry, had no intention of helping the refugees, but the noisy and chaotic crowd still brought him lots of trouble.
Anyway, the hungry refugees who ca to Kerry need to eat.
Grassroots, tree bark, or strange-looking mushrooms growing next to trees – almost everything edible or inedible has been scraped clean.
And when most of the free and edible items were consud, the eyes of the refugees turned to other things.
Before becoming refugees, they were just honest, law-abiding, and kind farrs, but after reaching the extre of hunger, many things they dared not even think about naturally beca one of their choices.
As expected, chaos broke out!
Carrying wooden sticks and grass pitchforks, emaciated farrs seized Kerry, but this small town, which had just experienced war not long ago, could not provide much supplies.
So, amidst a sea of flas, the refugees, who were almost all bloodshot-eyed, set their sights on the central castle of Kerry.
Presumably, the great nobleman from Felton, the so-called Earl adow, must have hidden plenty of food!
Doran, standing on the balcony of the castle’s study, was frightened by the refugees surrounding the castle. Their hungry and terrifying gazes were likely to appear in his dreams on countless nights to co.
Doran knew clearly that with his limited forces, it would be no problem to bully the ignorant people of Kerry on ordinary days.
However, if faced with such a tide of refugees, they would probably be torn to pieces in an instant.
The old steward standing next to him was also obviously terrified by this situation, trembling all over and looking at Doran, unsure of what to do.
As for Doran, after watching the refugees below slamming the castle gates with grass pitchforks and shouting wildly, he had already made up his mind.
Then he pulled the old steward aside and whispered sothing into his ear.
Though a bit surprised, the old steward nodded to Doran, indicating that he would handle it well.
Before long, the old steward stood on the castle wall, protected by several fully ard knights.
Seeing a seemingly important figure appear, the refugees outside the castle stopped making trouble for a mont, and instead looked up at the old steward.
As for the old steward, he first summoned up courage to look down at the ragged refugees below, and then conveyed Doran’s goodwill to them.
In short, the great and benevolent Earl adow is willing to open the granary for them to have a full al.
As for what happens afterward, they can send a representative to have a good talk with the great Earl adow.
Although hesitant at first, the refugees outside the castle settled down quite a bit after being told they could have a full al.
Moreover, they were not worried that Doran would just offer one al and be done with it. Even if their stomachs were full, they would not leave here easily.
By that ti, the well-fed refugees would have more strength to break down the door.
Slowly, several baskets were lowered from the city wall, filled with low-quality black bread.
It was clear that when baking these black bread, many impurities such as grass or sand were mixed in.
But the starving refugees didn’t care about that. At the sa ti that they were fighting for food, a representative who had been previously elected got into the basket and entered the castle.
He was an elderly man with no distinguishing features from most refugees, had no family and ca here alone with the tide of refugees.
Just in case Earl adow would do sothing to him, he didn’t care. He had no fear of death at his age and without any family or children.
Before long, the old man beca the guest of honor of Earl adow Doran.
In his own reception hall, Doran entertained the old man with a large table full of delicious food and obtained the information he needed from the old man’s mouth.
The most important thing of all, of course, was where these refugees ca from and why they ca.
Old man was deeply moved by Doran’s hospitality, and without any concealnt, he told Doran everything he knew while enjoying the feast.
Upon learning the truth, Doran turned pale and slumped into his chair.
Just think of what he had heard: a monster army of tens of thousands, even over a hundred thousand, was heading his way from the direction of Nord for so unknown reason.
If the old man who was feasting right now wasn’t deceiving Doran, he estimated that by tomorrow morning, he would be able to see the hideous monsters outside the gates of Kerry.
Though Doran was sowhat reluctant to believe it, he felt that the old man had no reason to deceive him, and the large number of refugees flooding from Nord’s side indirectly confird this.
Since this news is most likely true, Doran now needs to act quickly to plan his response.
With almost no hesitation, Doran imdiately chose to pack up his valuables and leave this troubled place as soon as possible.
As for staying behind?
Don’t joke about that, apart from the militia, there were only less than a hundred knights and guards who were loyal to Doran.
With only that many, it would be very difficult to even resist the refugees, let alone a monster army of tens of thousands.
During the initial battle with Nord, there were indeed many stationed troops in this small town.
But now, those stationed troops had either joined the expeditionary force to the Dragon Bone Wasteland or returned to their original territories.
So, without any hesitation, Doran imdiately summoned his loyal old steward.
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