I'm not a lord

Chapter 41: Savage Captives
Lynn drew his sword and took the lead.

He shook the reins in his hand lightly, and the horse under his crotch neighed as it galloped towards the salt mountain.

The second brother rode side by side with Lin En, and the other eight horse bandits followed closely behind. They skillfully divided into two teams and surrounded Yanshan from both sides.

The horse's hooves, like dense drumbeats, broke the silence of the forest and startled all the birds in the forest.

The barbarians on the salt mountain soon noticed something was wrong.

The three barbarians stopped digging and looked warily towards the woods where the noise came from.

One of them even screamed shrilly at the top of his lungs.

As the distance got closer, Lin En noticed that two barbarians had escaped to the foot of the mountain and were preparing to flee towards the forest to the north.

He immediately gave the order: "Second brother, follow me and chase down the mountain. The rest of you, surround the salt mountain!"

Lin En and Lao Er's mounts were the most majestic and fastest, while the mounts of the other bandits were of lower quality.

"Yes!"

The horse bandits responded in unison, clamped their legs tightly around the horses' bellies, and increased their charge speed.

When Lin En and his group were still 500 meters away from the salt mountain, the barbarians began to flee in all directions.

The two barbarians at the foot of the mountain ran hurriedly towards the dense forest in the north, while the barbarian who first called the police fled in a panic along the slope.

But how can it be too late?
The salt mountain is surrounded by a barren landscape and has a flat terrain, making it the knights' favorite stage.

Lin En's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and he quickly locked onto a savage who was fleeing into the forest.

He could already see the savage people's iconic blue hair, the patterns on their animal skins, and the animal-tusk dagger hanging from their waists.

"This belongs to me!"

He squeezed the horse's belly hard, and the white horse under his crotch neighed loudly, its four hooves flying, raising dust, and it chased towards the deserters like a flash of lightning.

Before the barbarians escaped into the forest, Lin En had already caught up with them.

The sword's spine swung lightly, like a gust of wind sweeping past, and the barbarian suddenly lost his balance and staggered to the ground.

When the barbarian endured the pain and climbed up to continue fleeing, Lin En had already jumped off his horse and held his neck with a long sword.

"Don't move, or you'll die."

Lin En used the language of the barbarians skillfully to threaten his captives.

Back in that small southern town, out of interest, he learned some everyday language of the barbarians from an old scholar.

It finally came in handy today.

The captured barbarian turned his head, his young blue eyes already filled with fear. He asked in disbelief:
"You are a barbarian?"

Only after hearing the savage speak did Lin En feel sure that his captive was a young male savage.

The main thing is that the prisoner was dirty, thin, and the animal skin he wore was too thick, so it was difficult to tell his gender and age at first glance.

"No, I just know the language of the barbarians."

Lin En held the sword in one hand and lifted the mask with the other, revealing his dark eyes and a few strands of brown hair.

In the book "History of the Establishment of the Northern Kingdom" written by an unknown priest, the author gave a detailed introduction to the appearance characteristics of the barbarians.

All the pure-blooded barbarians have azure hair and eyes, making them very easy to distinguish.

The prisoner stared at Lin En for a long while, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, then he swallowed and asked in a trembling voice:
"Then who are you? Why do you speak the language of the barbarians?"

"I am the Baron of White Bear Territory, so I should be considered your neighbor."

After saying that, Lin En pulled out a bundle of hemp rope from his waist and threw it in front of the prisoner, "Tie your own neck."

Knowing he couldn't escape, the young man squatted down, picked up the hemp rope with trembling hands, and tied a knot around his neck. He then offered the end of the rope to Lin En. "You're quite honest. Don't worry, as long as you're obedient, I'm not interested in using your blood to feed my sword."

Lin En took the hemp rope and led the prisoner and the mount towards the salt mountain.

Halfway through, he met the second brother who was also chasing the deserters.

"Brother, I'm sorry I couldn't catch him. He was so agile in the woods that he climbed up the tree in the blink of an eye. It was really hard to catch him."

The second brother looked at the captives behind Lin En and felt ashamed.

Lin En comforted him, "It's okay. We've already captured two. We're not trying to take them back to our territory this time. It's enough to get some information out of them."

"Hey, big brother, this is the barbarian? He looks so special." The second brother quickly noticed the barbarian boy's eye-catching azure hair.

Although it is dirty, the hair can actually reflect a little blue fluorescence in the sunset, which is very strange.

The young man from the wilderness shrank back instantly in fear, and the second brother's eyes showed that he wanted to rip him open.

But Lin En made him feel more comfortable. Although he held the sword against his neck, the sword tip did not reveal much murderous intent, but instead had an inexplicable softness.

When the three men returned to Yanshan, eight bandit brothers had already captured the refugees trapped on the mountain alive.

But the treatment of this prisoner was quite poor.

Because he fought hard despite being trapped, the bandits were forced to use weapons. His animal skin clothes were cut into several pieces, and traces of blood could be vaguely seen.

In the end, he was knocked unconscious by the bandits with their swords and his whole body was tied up like a dumpling.

The second brother stared at the awake young man from the wilderness, excitedly twirling a sharp dagger: "Brother, let me interrogate him. I promise I can get everything out of him!"

The young man sitting cross-legged on the ground turned pale with fright, thinking that these southerners had finally lost their temper and were going to eat him alive.

In his memory, his elders always taught him that the invaders from the south were extremely evil and were monsters that would eat people alive.

"You don't speak the language of the barbarians, so just keep an eye on the unconscious man. I'll interrogate him."

Lin En knew very well that the second brother would be able to get information out of him, but the price might be a few parts of the prisoner's body.

"Brother, you even know the language of the barbarians?"

"know a little."

The blazing fire dispelled the darkness and illuminated the fear on the face of the young man from the wilderness.

Although he did not sense any obvious murderous intent from the armored man who captured him, he was eventually captured by the invaders and his end would surely be extremely miserable.

His mind flashed with the voice and smile of his fiancée, and a hint of despair appeared in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid. I just want to ask you a few questions. As long as you answer honestly, I will let you go."

Lynn had already taken off his helmet and chain mail and sat cross-legged across from his captive.

He deliberately created an environment where the two of them were alone and did not carry any weapons or equipment, just to make the captives relax their vigilance.

"Then you loosen the rope for me first. I promise I won't run away, and I can't run away." The young man from the wild looked at the horse behind Lin En, indicating that he had no intention of running away.

Lin En smiled slightly and asked, "What's your name? Which tribe are you from?"

According to the history book he gave to the third brother.

Before being invaded by people from the south, the barbarians were divided into nine major tribes, with each tribe having a population ranging from 100,000 to over 10,000.

".Sorvald."

The young man from the wilderness was silent for a moment, and only said his name, but did not reveal any information about his tribe.

(End of this chapter)