Chapter 587: 'Evil' Camp (Medium)

Two guards...... Grush didn't know if they were guards or not, but in front of him appeared two fierce young men, stout men with cotton hats on their heads, riding on a tall horse, looking down on Grush.

In Grush's eyes, the two of them also emitted a red glow that represented 'evil', and it was quite dark.

He took a deep breath and looked up at the two young men, "I'm a paladin......"

"Outsiders are not welcome here!"

Before Grush could finish his sentence, he was rudely interrupted by one of them, while the other looked terrified.

Boom!

When Grush's brow furrowed, the man who interrupted him turned over and dismounted, and drew a scimitar hanging from his waist: "Outsiders are not welcome here!"

Grush sighed and whispered, "I am a paladin, I have healing powers, I am willing to unarm and go in, if anyone in your tribe is sick, I can treat them......"

"I've said outsiders aren't welcome here!"

The knife-wielder shouted, stepped forward, and pointed the tip of his knife at Grush, "Outsider, get out of here!"

His companion quickly dismounted from his horse and pulled his arm with a pale face, but he shook it off.

The long sword in Grush's hand was trembling, and he struggled to suppress this artifact that wanted to shine, evil was in front of it, how could it be quiet.

“...... What are you doing in your heart?"

Grush let out a long sigh and asked, "Can you tell me?"

Faith is free, and the God of Radiance has never asked everyone on the Eagle Plateau to believe in themselves, so there are many people on this plateau who do not believe in the God of Radiance.

But this is the first time Grush has seen someone who has such a bad attitude towards people.

The man who tried to dissuade his face suddenly changed, and hurriedly drew his scimitar, but he immediately stopped what he was doing and let go of the hand holding the knife.

Not only him, but even the young man who pointed the tip of the knife at Grush's nose and made a vicious voice, the two of them let the scimitar fall to the ground, but they couldn't make the slightest movement.

Even though the cold wind was still blowing on their faces, cold sweat was constantly coming out of fear because of fear.

The two young men, who were almost frightened, did not even dare to swallow their saliva, they raised their chins and tilted their gaze downwards to see the blades of the two long swords.

One was wrapped in white cloth, the other looked shabby, and there were even a few notches in the blades, but they had no doubt that if they dared to make any move, the tips of the two long swords would pierce their throats in the next moment.

They all know that they are not good people, and they may be even more heinous villains in the eyes of this holy warrior, but they don't want to die yet!

They think they can live!

Even through a thick coat of sheep, Grush could still see their chests rise and fall.

They're nervous, they're weak-hearted.

After coming down from the sacred mountain, Grush found that he seemed to be able to see more things—things that would not be visible to his face.

He didn't really like his ability, because it was disrespectful to easily peek into someone's heart, but ironically, in the previous month or two, he had relied on this ability to solve some incidents that had not yet had time to explode.

"Can you tell me, what's going on in the camp behind you?" asked Grush softly, "why are you preventing me from entering?"

The bright eyes of the holy warrior on the other side seemed to be able to see through their hearts, and the two of them kept dodging their gazes, their faces struggling, and they didn't dare to tell the truth.

Grush glanced up at the sky, and what should have been gloomy and gray was now poured with red light, condensing into a 'burning cloud' that could not be dispersed.

"Justice to you!"

Hearing this, the two people on the other side were stunned for a moment, and then felt a pain in their necks, and fell to the ground unconscious as soon as it was dark in front of them.

Grush put away his worn-out sword, while the other sword was in his hand.

It was not yet time to judge these two men, he didn't know what was happening, and despite the red glow on those two people, he couldn't make a hasty verdict.

If he found anything in that camp, he would kill both of them!

Grabbing them by the collars, Grush threw them on their horses, and walked with the two horses that seemed docile before him to the settlement.

The two men were supposed to be herders, but even in Grush's eyes, their grazing abilities were sparse.

Grush found it hard to believe that these two men were young men who had grown up on the Eagle Plateau, and it was unbelievable that they had not taken their sheep out of the camp, not to mention that they had not brought their sheepdogs with them.

Although their skin is as rough as that of ordinary highlanders, and their faces have a 'highland red' color, their grazing level is so low that even Grushh would frown.

He was a little skeptical, were these two people really from the Burning Eagle Plateau?

Even a teenager can't make such a common-sense mistake......

Undaunted by the cold wind, Grush stepped over the fence and walked into the camp, which was unusually quiet.

The camp seemed deserted, with no dogs barking in their ears, and Grushh had never seen such a quiet settlement since arriving on the Eagle Plateau.

But on the contrary, when he closed his eyes, he knew that the camp was not 'empty', but 'crowded' - people were hiding in tents!

"Alas......" Grush lamented, shaking his head with his eyes closed.

Tear pull –

The sound of the cloth tearing suddenly sounded, and the people hiding in the tents rushed out, carrying scimitars and swords, and rushed towards Grushh.

"Kill !!"

As far as the eye could see, there was a dazzling red light on the bodies of those who came into view, as if a flame was burning, burning the sky red, and burning Grush's eyes and heart.

"Pathetic ......"

Grush stuck the artifact on the ground, pulled out the worn-out sword at his waist, and pointed it at the dozens of people who suddenly appeared in front of him and around him.

The holy light suddenly lit up, and then burst out, a golden aura sweeping over everyone present, causing them to suddenly halt their charge.

Even with Grush's suppression, the long sword stuck in the ground began to tremble, as if responding to Grush's call and asking him for his life, let him use it to kill those 'evil ones' whose sins are unforgivable!

The charge only halted for a moment, and after a pause, the men rushed up again, and even more exhausted.

They all know what they've done, and they can only survive when they face a paladin and kill him!

With his hands clenched on the hilt of his sword, Grush's eyes were clear, and he was not distracted even when the roars of those men were deafening.

The long sword in his hand suddenly ignited with flames, and under the light of the fire, Grush's face looked even more resolute.

"Drink!"

Grush suddenly let out a loud shout and stomped down at the same time, and suddenly, the ground around him shook suddenly.

The ground cracked suddenly, making the stormers unsteady on their feet, staggering, and relying on the inertia of their bodies, they continued to stumble forward two steps......

"No—"

Grush's sword slashed through the throats of several people, causing them to scream abruptly.

The paladin raised his head, took a deep breath and said, "Holy Light, do you see those enemies—"

The disparity in strength brought the attackers to a halt, and they watched in amazement as their originally still alive companion was suddenly slashed in the throat by the paladin with a sword, leaving no last words.

After hearing the prayer of the paladin, they looked at Grush again, and at this moment, they finally met those eyes.

Suddenly, I felt a chill all over my body!

"Transcendental......" someone whispered.

Then, a terrible scream resounded through the clouds: "Transcendent Holy Warrior !!"

"Judge them!"

The next moment, Grush's figure disappeared before their eyes, leaving only the shining sword wrapped in a white cloth in place.