Zhao Mai's gray horse moved uneasy under his crotch, and only the druid's whispers could calm it down temporarily; Zhao Mai was looking down at the small village in the valley, which was adjacent to a stream. The clear stream water could have supported all residents' drinking water, but now it was stained red by the blood flowing out of the residents' bodies.

After the group entered the forest, it started to rain. The drizzle didn't have much impact, but it didn't stop. The water vapor in the forest enveloped them like white fog, and the black clouds were above their heads, covering the stars in the sky again. If there was no more turbulent north wind coming here, I'm afraid these dark clouds wouldn't have dissipated soon.

The goblins were cursing all the way, and they seemed to understand their destiny, so they began to get anxious. When the situation became bad, the goblins would surrender to save their lives. But if they surrendered, they would not save their lives, the goblins would start to struggle to death.

The strong man was carrying a logging axe and was always ready. Once the goblins tried to break free from the shackles, he would rush up and take an axe. His eyes did not hide this emotion at all, which brought great fear to the goblins, but instead made them afraid to move. This state continued until they saw the village in the forest, and then the paladins also looked at the goblins with the same eyes.

"There are four households in the village, twenty-three people, and now I am the only one left." The strong man said to Zhao Mai, who was riding beside him: "They found this hidden and comfortable valley and built a village by their own hands next to the stream. They took me in and let me have a home here again. We have no lords, and we don't need to pay taxes. Everything is managed by ourselves. We are very free and happy until this group of goblins appear. Apart from death, I don't think they have any need for judgment. You can't balance this matter."

Balance? There is always a way. Zhao Mai said nothing, and the rain slid from his cheek. He seemed to hear nothing except the raindrops hit the metal barrel of the giant toothed beast and made a jingle sound. The tragic situation of the village shocked him. The dead villagers were unarmed. They were killed in a sudden and unexpected situation. The horror and sorrow on their faces were frozen by death. The raindrops on them seemed to be crying.

The slaughter field is completely different from the battlefield. The latter will still have tragic power, but the former will only have sorrow or anger, and there will never be magnificence. Heroul lifted the holy emblem of Goddess Iomede and walked into the town to make the final prayer for the dead. She did not allow the undead, evil ghosts, or ghosts to hurt these corpses. She prayed loudly, hoping that the souls of the dead could find a peaceful destination under the protection of the good god.

"I don't want to waste time. Do whatever you want." The strong man looked at Heroul. He knew that she was the leader of these Paladins, and he also knew that Paladins were a group of people who stick to the rules and would not change. "When you little girls see the scene in front of you, who can still say that you can live a goblin, and who can guarantee them? Ha, it's not good to say too much, do you understand now?"

Hairoul bit her lip, holding the holy emblem tightly in her hand, and the metal edge pressed into the skin of her hand, and the power from the goddess supported her. But she learned more about fighting skills and strategies to eliminate enemies in the Temple of Goddess. She was not proficient in the rules of rituals. The goddess punished evil, but did not interfere with the lord's legal power and the rule of the village Presbyterian Church. In addition to blasphemy, the temple did not conduct judgment alone. It is said that the three goblins should be handed over to the village's autonomous organization, whether the town mayor is responsible or there is a Presbyterian Church. But now there is only one person in the village, one person filled with anger and hatred. Judging from his actions of chopping down the corpses of the goblins, there is only one ending with these "criminals", that is death.

This does not match the goddess's idea that she wants to transform evil as much as possible.

She was in a dilemma, so she never handed over the goblin to the strong man. Hairoul looked at her sisters. They had rarely seen horror scenes like Tucun, and they were all pursed and couldn't speak. No one could tell her what to do until her eyes saw Zhao Mai.

Although this druid is young, he has rich knowledge and extraordinary thinking and can always solve his difficulties in unexpected but reasonable ways. Heroul thought about it, since he has doubts, why not seek his wisdom?

"Mike, Mike?" Heroul walked to Zhao Mai's horse, pulled the reins and said, "How do you think a trial should be organized?"

"Yes, I have no other requests, don't delay, these goblins must die." The strong man hugged his arms and glared at Zhao Mai.

It was not irreconcilable, Zhao Mai thought. He used his skills to change his mind and had a curse in his mind, so he said, "Since that's the case, then you can follow my arrangements and I will give you a fair judgment."

In fact, the content of the trial is very simple, because both the evidence and the evidence are present. The evidence is a strong man. This man named Butcher Snaefow identified the goblins and correctly corresponded the weapons they used to fight. The evidence is all in the goblins' spoils, and some earrings and gold teeth can correspond to the corpse.

"Gomin, do you have anything to defend the charges? If you think this is not what you did, please give evidence."

The goblins looked at each other. They didn't know why the druid identities in front of them changed. They said that they had killed the whole village and then made them prove that they had not done this. This doubt even overshadowed the fear of death. The three goblins stood silently, with only hesitant voices in their mouths, and they could not say anything complete.

"I understand, they can't provide any evidence." Zhao Mai turned to the Paladins: "As the representatives of justice and objective, can you now draw conclusions based on what I said before? Have these goblins committed crimes of robbery, murder and massacre."

"Uh, of course, we all agree with these." Hairoul was also a little dizzy. Zhao Mai arranged an identity for each of them, such as prosecution, defense, jury, and judge. This setting has never been seen even in the Abadar Temple, which pays the most attention to the law. It seems very complicated, but when you think about it carefully, it makes sense. At least this cold and strict procedure can make everyone quiet and analyze the whole thing.

"I just want to know the final result." Butcher Snafu found a bone-crushing knife from his home and was staring at the goblins with a fierce look.

"According to the laws and customs of the village itself, the sentence will be the death penalty. Because the goblins surrendered in battle and returned to the village as prisoners. With this in mind, they should be given a certain commutation of sentence. So the final sentence is hang, and Boucher, you can start to build a rack and prepare the ropes."

"Are you kidding?" The strong man and the paladin said in unison: "Why is it hanging/not labor?" The two sides suddenly stared at each other, and the atmosphere began to become tense again.

"You two are enough!" Zhao Mai roared and stretched out his hand to separate the two. Of course, he did not have enough strength to push Butcher, and he could not put his hand on Heroul's chest - he was slapped open by the iron fist gloves. Zhao Mai rubbed his red and swollen hands and said, "The process of judgment takes care of the interests of all parties, and the judgment made can stand the test, so it should be respected and executed. Heroul, ask your goddess and your heart, is there anything to question during the trial?"

The Paladin shook his head, the procedure was very perfect, and she had nothing to say about this.

"Bucher, you asked three goblins to apologize for death. Now your goal has been achieved. But you want more and want to vent your anger with more cruel means. This is a lynching and tyranny, and it is an evil practice. These goblins are prisoners of the Paladins, and you should respect this. We have eliminated goblins, and here they are on the same front as you, right?"

"Well... OK, I'll go find the rope now." Butcher looked at the six paladins. Although he was still a little dissatisfied, he said after squeezing his face hard: "I can't find your fault, so I can take a step back. But this really fucking wastes time!"
Chapter completed!