The kids were covered with thick blankets to protect them from the cold, since they were completely naked. Looking at the bloodstains on the sheets and the pavent, Solus felt aghast realizing the kids were left "ready to use."
Lith approached the man without emitting a sound. He used his Hush spell to make sure no one would disturb them. The guy was tall, at least 1.78 ters, wearing warm fur clothes and a broadsword on his side.
Lith smirked noticing the blade was not enchanted. He was eager to put his new body to test.
"Good evening, sir. How is this village called?" Lith asked with the casual tone he would use to converse about the weather.
The man turned around while unsheathing his sword. His pale skin beca even whiter for the surprise, but his movents were smooth. The slash missed Lith’s nose by a whisker.
"I’ll overlook your rudeness this once." Lith was having a hard ti keeping a straight face. The sword moved like in slow motion to his eyes. "Put down your weapon and tell
what I want to know. Otherwise, I’ll sheathe it up your a*s."
The man swept his unkempt blonde hair off his eyes, unable to believe he had missed such an easy target from so close. His nervousness turned into panic when the man noticed the Ranger badge over the foreigner’s heart.
"The Ranger! The Ranger is here already!" The man scread on the top of his lungs before blowing a bone whistle which produced an ear piercing sound.
"What do you an with ’already?’" Lith asked while grabbing with his bare hand the blade that was still pointed at his face. The man was surprised no one had responded to the alarm, but grinned before twisting an pulling away his sword.
He had expected the Ranger’s fingers to fall off, yet the blade didn’t move an inch instead. No matter how much strength he used. Even grabbing the hilt with two hands proved useless, it was like the broadsword was stuck into a vice.
Lith suddenly let go of the sword to appreciate his own unscathed skin.
"Seems that normal weapons can’t hurt
anymore, not even those razor sharp like yours. What’s this?" His palm was covered with a greasy substance that slled like sulfur. Lith’s skin tingled while his immune system neutralized the substance.
"Rot oil? Do even goons use poison now?" As the na implied, rot oil was a toxin that would make any open wound fester and difficult to treat. Without the help of a Healer, a single cut could lead to the death of even a magical beast.
The man was terrified. He couldn’t understand how neither the sword or the poison was effective. He struck at Lith with all of his strength, only to almost lose the grip on the weapon.
It felt like hitting a rock. Lith was tired of playing. The naless man’s actions spoke volus about what kind of village was that and how it went unnoticed until that mont.
Lith disard the man with spirit magic and fulfilled his promise. The naless man gargled blood while the pain from growing a steel tail ravaged his body. Solus returned to Lith’s hand, sharing with him the visions from the house.
’Please, save them.’ Was the only thing she said before seeking comfort in their telepathic bond. The sight of the youths’ miserable state had shocked her. Solus wanted for that horror to disappear forever.
’As you wish, milady.’ Lith raised the naless man as a Death Knight and ard it with the poisoned blade. A Death Knight was an undead whose well preserved body retained the dexterity it had in life.
Also, by mixing spirit magic while creating the blood core, Lith was able to impart to it so basic notions of fencing. Master and servant took their ti, killing everyone who walked outside the main building or lived in the middle rim without being a prisoner.
With each corpse, Lith’s small army grew in numbers.
"Surround the zone. Kill whoever tries to escape." The Death Knights obeyed in silence. They ford groups of three covering each door and window.
Lith could hear joyful music coming from inside the huge building that occupied most of the town square. He could almost distinguish several voices laughing and bantering.
"Open up! Ranger corps!" He scread a second before kicking down the entrance. Its tal hinges broke like they were aluminum foil while the huge wooden door crashed on the ground with a booming sound.
The room inside was well lit, its temperature warm. Braziers were evenly placed to provide comfort and allow to cook the food to one heart’s content. The place reminded Lith of Lutia’s arrangents for the Spring Festival, making him nauseous.
On his left, along the wall, there was a long table filled with all kinds of delicacies. Behind it were sitting four people that he assud were the rulers of the village. On his right, there were several smaller tables that could accommodate two people at most.
Between the tables, there was space enough to allow the slaves to satisfy each of their masters’ wishes. All those present were skimpily clothed, so stark naked. It was easy for Lith to distinguish the victims from the torntors.
The forr were thin, with dead eyes that had lost hope. The latter was annoyed by his appearance and unsheathed their weapons.
"The door was open." Said a red haired woman with a seductive smile. She was one of the leaders. Until a mont prior she was enjoying the attentions of a couple of boys that could be at best the sa age as Lith.
She raised a hand to calm her underlings, her eyes never leaving Lith’s.
"I’m sure we can find a compromise. If you weren’t interested in your share of the fun, you would have already called for backup and we would be surrounded. Instead, here you are, all alone.
We aren’t unreasonable people. All we ask you is to stay out of our business and we’ll make your permanence in the north as pleasant as profitable. We do not discriminate, to each their own."
Lith had already noticed that the slavers were both males and females. According to Solus, the females had stronger mana cores, but aside from the one speaking, none was above the yellow.
"I have a counter offer." He replied. "Those who want to live have to go down on their knees, face against the wall. All the others can consider their lives forfeited."
Single-handedly taking down a village of marauding slavers would fetch him a lot of rits. Yet even if he would gain nothing from it, he would do it anyway. Solus had never asked him anything before. Lith wasn’t going to let her down.
A woman sitting at one of the front tables weaved a tier three spell, unleashing a lightning bolt against Lith’s back. He simply extended his right hand capturing the energy and forcing it to assu the form of a sphere.
"You call that a lightning?" He said with a disgusted expression. "This is a lightning." He pointed his index finger releasing a stream of electricity that turned the mage and her table companion into charred corpses.
Marauders and slaves were now covered in cold sweat. Lith wasn’t releasing any killing intent but they couldn’t shrug off the feeling that sothing was wrong. Everyone knew magic, either because they used it or they had endured its effect to be disciplined.
Whatever the Ranger was using, it wasn’t magic.
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