More than an hour later, Shier and Philip arrived with over a hundred able-bodied young men armed with spears and hunting rifles.
Before Hobart came here, the town's residents had no cohesion whatsoever. Whenever monsters needed to be driven away, they could only ask the somewhat organized knights to take action.
Things were different now. Thanks to Hobart's earlier efforts, the beam of light tonight, and the vivid account given by the couple who had retreated to the Lord's Manor at the end—
At Shier and Philip's call, every able-bodied young man who had not been injured during the evacuation was willing to come support the Lord.
Soon, they saw streets still flowing with blood, as well as several monsters clinging to their last breaths.
Shier led the way, using his spear to stab the two not-quite-dead monsters to death. At the same time, everyone was astonished by the number of slain monsters.
Normally, after four or five monsters had been killed, the rest would retreat back to Full Moon Lake.
Yet judging by the corpses they saw, more than a dozen monsters had already died at the Lord's hands.
At that moment, someone found a cloak on the ground. "This is the Lord's cloak. Could he..."
Whenever monsters attacked, people would always be devoured. Their bodies could never be found; only some bloodstained clothing remained.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Shier said. "Maybe the blood on the cloak made the Lord take it off.
"I remember that at the mountaintop church, the Lord also threw away his bloodstained cloak."
Though he said that, he had no confidence in his heart.
These monsters were nothing like the bandits on the mountain. One bite from them would either kill you or cripple you for life.
Even the knights had to use traps and