When dawn came, the moon was at its zenith, illuminating the world with its soft moonlight. Lorien's closed eyes slowly opened, revealing eyes so blue they could hypnotize people.
He stood up and the Dies Irae sword appeared in his hand, the broad sword enameled in blue and gold, it seemed to glow even in the dark. It was the sword of a king, the symbol of hope for his allies and the symbol of power against his enemies.
The guards noticed Lorien's movements and all stood up with blades in hand, their black eyes staring at their surroundings with a sharp, penetrating gaze. They didn't doubt the bronze warrior's senses one bit.
Olsen also woke up, he was surprised to see the sword in Lorien's hand, but soon put those thoughts aside and pulled out a sword. The other people who were using the caravan to travel more safely also drew swords. No one was foolish enough to travel long distances without any weapons.
"It's a big group, all riding horses, but it doesn't look like a trained army." Lorien's words made Olsen narrow his eyes. He looked at the boy with a calm expression and said in an equally calm tone, "It's the Sand Thieves."
Lorien nodded and didn't have to wait long to spot the enemy, not when they were all on horses and holding torches to light their way. Honestly, it was silly, but not everyone could see in the dark.
The group of thieves finally arrived in front of the caravan. Under the illumination of the surrounding torches, Lorien could see that there were hundreds of them, the leader was in the front line, riding the most majestic horse.
He was a middle-aged man, wearing robes that covered his entire body, including his head, leaving only his eyes visible. Lorien realized he was a middle-aged man because of the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes.
He looked tall and muscular, almost six feet tall, had a curved saber in his hand while his pearl-black eyes seemed to be camouflaged by the gloomy surroundings.
"Olsen, you killed my little brother." The thief's voice was hoarse but powerful. "Blood for blood."
"Your brother tried to rape my wife, slitting his throat was the best thing I could have done in my life." Perhaps because he had Lorien in the group, Olsen seemed especially brave, even provoking the man.
"So what? You should have given him your wife, you'd have found someone else." Although everyone couldn't see the leader of the thieves' face, they could imagine the grim expression on his at that moment.
"If a man can't protect his own wife, he doesn't deserve to be called a man." Spitting on the ground, Olsen said with contempt, looked at the leader of the thieves and spoke sarcastically. "Besides, if you're in the habit of giving your wife to your companions, I'm not."
The guards laughed, even the thieves' own subordinates laughed. As Olsen had said, there wasn't a man in the world who could remain calm in the face of his own wife being raped.
Ysen looked coldly at Olsen, he was furious at the words of the merchant who had killed his brother, but he didn't let his anger control him. After more than twenty years of banditry, he had learned that he could die if he let his own feelings control him.
"Kill them all, leave Olsen to me." Ysen ordered coldly. Even though he had the advantage, he would let his subordinates go first. All thieves were a cowardly bunch, because they knew that at some point in their lives, they would always fight someone they shouldn't and die for it.
Ysen was no different, always letting his subordinates go first to test out the other side's tricks. That's what the previous leader of the bandits told Ysen, before he was pierced through the eye by an archer miles away.
The dozen apprentice warriors laughed and forced their horses forward as they were ready to decimate the small caravan before them. The hundreds of thieves behind these dozen apprentice warriors advanced as well.
Wielding Dies Irae in both hands, Lorien, even though wounded, advanced without fear. His figure was nothing more than a blue, electric flash, barely visible in people's eyes. He was using deke's powers of electricity to speed up his movements.
With a flick of his hand, the first of the apprentice warriors was cut in half. The Greek demigod avoided the horse, as he thought horses were beautiful creatures and didn't deserve the fate of such an undignified death.
He was used to seeing people die, but he wasn't used to seeing horses die.
The warrior, who had been cut in half, didn't even notice that he had been cut in half, the savage grin still on his face when the upper half of his body slipped to the side and the horse fell.
A second later, the warrior's eyes widened, finally realizing something was wrong. He tried to say something, but the light in his eyes finally dissipated.
All marching stopped, everyone looked at the man's terrible death with confused, shocked and frightened expressions.
"If you take one step forward, you're all dead." Lorien shook the fresh blood on his sword and said with a calm, indifferent tone, as if he felt nothing when he cut a human life in half.
"Golden Warrior!" Ysen exclaimed, making the atmosphere even quieter. He had seen Garik the Lucky, the Protector of Myr, training to impress women and knew the strength of a Silver Warrior.
But in the case of Lorien, he didn't even see the shadow of the man moving, in his vision, Lorien was just an extremely fast blue ray. And the release of energy was something only Golden Knights could do!
The Golden Warriors had surpassed the human limit and were already able to use their lineage to bless themselves and their weapons, even depending on the element. Bronze and Silver Warriors didn't have this privilege and relied solely on their frightening physical strength.
Ysen showed a look of fear, he stepped forward and said with a respectful tone. "My Lord, I have a grudge against this cunning and cruel merchant. If it's money you want, I can give you double, no! Triple gold!"
Ysen wanted to curse Olsen's luck for finding a Golden Warrior at this moment. At the same time, he wondered if he was unlucky to meet such an enemy, and especially one so young, showing his extraordinary origin.
"The dirty talking about the bad." Lorien said with a calm tone, his striking blue eyes seemed to pierce Ysen's soul, glimpsing his sin-filled, corrupt and filthy soul.
Zeus was considered the God of Justice for judging the gods, so he had an ability related to judgment and seeing the sins of other beings, something that he, as the son of the King of the Gods, had inherited.
And Ysen's soul was dyed black and red, showing the great amount of sins he had committed over so many years. If Hades saw a man like this, he would send him to eternal torture in Tartarus!
Olsen did have sins, but who didn't? Even saints lied, let alone mere humans. So, although Olsen was indeed a sinner, he was only a small sinner, whereas the man in front of him was truly worthy of being thrown into Tartarus.
"I'll raise the price, Lorien." Afraid that Lorien would accept, Olsen shouted with an excited look in his eye. He had never expected Lorien to be a Golden Warrior!
After all, Lorien was extremely young and the youngest Silver Warrior was Prince Rhaegar Targaryen of Westeros, who had become a Silver Warrior at the age of eighteen, who later became a Golden Warrior at the age of twenty-four.
"You don't seem to have understood my words." Lorien said with a particularly indifferent tone at that moment. "I don't do business with scum, especially a thief and rapist piece of shit like you, who is worse than an animal in my eyes."
If there was one thing he hated in the world, it was rapists, including his own father. He despised, disdained and was disgusted by people calling him the son of Zeus.
Lorien's words stopped all sound around them, even the horses fell silent, everyone looked at the immature but powerful back with a sense of security they had never felt before in their lives.
They had all heard about the history of legendary heroes, but it was really the first time they had seen one. Lorien's appearance only satisfied people's imagination of what heroes were like.
"Fall back." Ysen didn't hesitate to give the order, he felt that if he continued this battle, he would die!!! Being a coward like all the thieves in the world, he slapped his horse and quickly turned around.
Lorien had a cold look on his face as he saw the leader of the bandits fleeing, how could he allow Ysen to escape?
Making electricity run through his body again, the Greek demigod killed all the apprentice warriors in less than a minute and then advanced towards Ysen, the rest of the bandits was something Olsen could handle without a problem.
Seeing the sound of screams and battle behind him, Ysen was relieved, as he felt that his subordinates would be enough to buy him time to escape from that monster in human form.
However, just as Ysen was full of hope of escaping, he felt the collar of his clothes being grabbed. One moment he was on the horse and the next he was on the ground, staring into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, as well as the scariest eyes he had ever seen in his life.
"No! Please! I beg you! I can give you all my wealth, thousands of golden coins!!!" Ysen didn't want to die, he had a lifetime ahead of him, his ambition to become the greatest thief in Essos was nowhere near being realized.
"No?" Lorien seemed to hear something funny, as he laughed and looked at Ysen with an even colder gaze.
"Do you, a rapist, know what no means? Does that word exist in your bestial mind?" Lorien asked with a terribly cold tone. It really was ironic that a rapist knew the word 'no'.
Without waiting for Ysen's answer, Lorien said with a calm gaze, as if he were looking at a corpse.
"If this world has an underworld, you'll burn forever in it, but disappearing forever and being forgotten is also a good punishment for a piece of trash like you." Lorien said with a smile before raising Dies Irae.
Ysen just blinked and had his head separated from his body. Taking the head by the hair, Lorien returned to the camp, to find everyone still alive, but no sign of the thieves.
Obviously, they had fled in all directions.
Just as Olsen was about to greet Lorien, he saw the teenager throw a spherical object on the ground, which rolled towards him. In an instant, the shopkeeper's eyes narrowed.
"Olsen, I know you're not a saint, but bear in mind that everything you do in life is not paid for in life, but in death. Karma is a spiteful woman and fate is three cold, indifferent old women." Lorien spoke with a calm tone.
He could help Olsen at this time because he wanted to save the people around him and also have a stable environment in which to heal, but that didn't mean he would ally himself with a piece of human trash.
Olsen had sins, but none worthy of the death penalty, showing that Olsen was still a good man. But the overriding sin of all traders was greed. Everyone would do anything to make more profit, whether it was selling slaves or even destroying villages and making slaves of the inhabitants.
Olsen naturally understood the threat in Lorien's words, but he didn't care. He was originally a good man and didn't like complicating his life. Although he wasn't a saint, he wasn't a demon either.
Although it was impossible for him to be a hero like Lorien, everyone wanted to be friends with this kind of honorable person.
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