"Oh, the slavers want to attack the camp? Well, we killed more than thirty of their men at the roadblock. They weren't going to let that go. I'll take a look." Lorist turned and headed out.
"Wait, my lord, you killed more than thirty of them?" Fatty Shi, Bordefinger, and the others stared at him.
"Of course. They dared block the Norton Family's path. What did they expect? His lordship led us in wiping them all out," El said proudly as he followed Lorist.
"My lord, you've only just arrived. Why not rest first?" Bordefinger hurried after him. Lorist knew what he meant: he wanted him to understand the situation before acting rashly. Bordefinger didn't know Lorist had already learned what had happened at the docks and made up his mind.
"No need. I can rest after I've killed them all." Lorist turned to Doles. "Get me a few bundles of javelins from the wagons that just arrived, then stay beside me."
Javelins made killing quick and easy. Infused with Internal Force, they flew like lightning. Even a prepared Silver Swordsman would struggle to stop one. The two men pinned to the ground along with their horses at the roadblock had been Lorist's handiwork.
"Hah..." Rhode Wells, walking behind Bordefinger, let out a laugh. Whether it was mockery or admiration, he said, "Borg, your lord has quite the bloodlust. 'I can rest after I've killed them all'? There are three Gold-rank fighters on the other side."
"Lord Locke can do what he says." Without looking back, Bordefinger strode toward the camp gate.
Lorist had already reached the gate and was giving Telman orders. "Get everyone organized. Anyone who's been issued a weapon comes with me. Knights, mount up and prepare to charge. El, you and the others who came with