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 pavement, 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 meters, 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 became even whiter for the surprise, but his movements were smooth . The slash missed Lith's nose by a whisker .
"I'll overlook your rudeness this once . " Lith was having a hard time keeping a straight face . The sword moved like in slow motion to his eyes . "Put down your weapon and tell me 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 screamed on the top of his lungs before blowing a bone whistle which produced an ear piercing sound .
"What do you mean 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 me anymore, not even those razor sharp like yours . What's this?" His palm was covered with a greasy substance that smelled like sulfur . Lith's skin tingled while his immune system neutralized the substance .
"Rot oil? Do even goons use poison now?" As the name 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 nameless man's actions spoke volumes about what kind of village was that and how it went unnoticed until that moment .
Lith disarmed the man with spirit magic and fulfilled his promise . The nameless 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 nameless man as a Death Knight and armed 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 some basic notions of fencing . Master and servant took their time, 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 formed 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 screamed a second before kicking down the entrance . Its metal 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 arrangements 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 assumed 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, some stark naked . It was easy for Lith to distinguish the victims from the tormentors .
The former 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 moment prior she was enjoying the attentions of a couple of boys that could be at best the same 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 merits . 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 assume 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 something 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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