Safeguarded the Borders for a Hundred Years, My Clan Was Burnt at the Stake - Chapter 2

The next day, Hall woke up before dawn.

It was not because he wanted to wake up, but because the power of darkness in his body had been somewhat getting stronger, so much so that his eyes had begun to turn black.

There was nothing he could do. He could only take advantage of the dark surroundings, quickly paying the bill, and continue driving the carriage.

After leaving Asuma, he headed northeast. It would take about half a day’s journey to reach the territory of the Earl of Langford.

That was Hall’s hometown!

‘After so many years, I wonder if my descendants have received more rewards and jobs!’

This beautiful thought in his mind made Hall’s body recover a little.

After walking to the official road, Hall entered a road to the east.

There were only a few hours left from this road to his territory.

His home was right in front of him. He could not help but look forward to it again. The power of darkness in his body was suppressed by his anticipation and did not move at all.

However, Hall soon discovered a problem. He passed by several villages along the way and only took a few glances at them.

The people in these villages were all skin and bones, and their eyes were dim. They had been wandering around the villages since early in the morning.

“What’s going on?”

What exactly happened in the Empire? All of this made him very confused and very uncomfortable.

He had suppressed the darkness for a hundred years, but why was the empire’s territory getting worse in condition?

“Is it a coincidence?”

With this doubt in mind, Hall sped up the carriage and sped toward his own territory.

Within the empire, after a few days and nights, the banquet of alcohol and food had finally ended.

Because the people present were all very tired, they all went to rest in the guest rooms of the Imperial Palace.

Emperor Fergus Nielson listened as he held his belly and walked from the palace to his own room. He was prepared to sit in front of his desk and rest.

When he saw the letter sent by the Imperial Military Secretary on his desk, he opened it and took a look.

After reading the contents, Emperor Fergus suddenly broke out in cold sweat. Only now did he realize that the Imperial Military Secretary had made a wrong decision!

After thinking calmly for a few seconds, there was a knock on the door. The female slave who had made the appointment quickly walked in from outside.

Emperor Fergus stared at the letter and thought for a few seconds. Then, he crumpled it into a pile of waste paper and threw it into the trash bin at the side.

“You’re just a little mage! Without you, there would still be someone guarding Tumala!”

Then, he turned around and picked up a half-orc. He forcefully brought her to the bed and started raping her.

He didn’t even bother to do the follow-up because he felt that a person who was almost infected by the darkness only needed his subordinates to do it.

He didn’t even need to use his brain for these things.

After waking up, the Imperial Military Secretary sat up and remembered that he still had things to do. It was about the empire’s mage, Hall.

So he quickly put on his clothes and prepared to go to Emperor Fergus’ room to discuss this matter.

He pushed open the door and asked the old butler at the door, “Is Emperor Fergus in his room now?”

“His Majesty the Emperor has just selected a few of his servants to sleep with him in his room!”

“If possible, it’s better not to disturb him!”

Hearing this, the Imperial Military Secretary could not help but frown and think, the banquet has just ended, and here it is starting again!’

So he left the room and walked towards Emperor Fergus’ room.

When he reached the door, he pushed open the locked door and took a look inside.

He found a lump of white meat sitting on a big bed thrusting, and a woman under him wailing.

Closing the door, the Imperial Military Secretary turned around and sighed.

“Forget it. It seems that I’ll have to handle this matter personally!” Shaking his head, he walked out of the palace.

Hall had already returned to his hometown. The first thing he saw was the houses around him that had been burned to ashes.

Seeing all this, his mind was filled with anger.

“What happened?”

“Why did it become like this!”

With that, Hall jumped out of the carriage and took out his magic staff to cast a flying spell on himself.

After flying around, he found that all the houses around him had been burned down, and there was no life in the entire territory.

So he flew to the square in front of the manor.

When he was high in the sky, he did not notice anything unusual in the manor square.

When he got closer, he found that the entire square was nailed to the ground with wooden stakes. The number of wooden stakes had reached thousands.

In other words, there were thousands of people being burned at the same time right there!

Anger, sadness, pain… All kinds of emotions were circulating endlessly in Hall’s mind!

“Why! Why!”

In order to find the answer, Hall found a few perfect corpses on the racks where they were burned.

He found that their foreheads were all marked with grief.

A skull-shaped mark, which meant that all the people here were regarded as dark races!

In order to understand the specific details, Hall used magic to extract part of the memories of the corpses in his hands.

In the memory…

Many soldiers suddenly appeared in the village. The first thing these people did when they entered the village was to set fire.

All the villagers took them out from their burning houses, ready to see what had happened.

However, as soon as they walked into the open space, they were all captured by the soldiers in the imperial army uniforms.

A few people who wanted to resist were directly killed on the spot.

At this time, some people who felt aggrieved began to ask what exactly had happened!

“Why are you arresting us?”

“We are the subjects of the Earl of Langford’s territory. Even the Empire’s army does not have the right to slaughter us as they please!”

Hearing this, the leading soldier laughed loudly. “Hahahaha!”

“The Earl of Langford can’t even protect himself now. Do you think that he can still protect you? Are you tired of living?!”

However, after thinking for a while, the leader pulled out the weapon on his waist and slashed at the man in front of him.

The knife cut through his neck, directly splitting his neck into two. In an instant, blood gushed out, and his head rolled to the side under the force.

“They are all about to die, and yet they’re still spouting so much nonsense!”

“Guys! Brand all of them with the mark of a dark race!”

“Bring all the women to the side and let us enjoy them!” As he said that, he revealed an evil expression.

Then, all the men in the village had their heads branded with the symbol of a skull!