The leader, broad-shouldered and strong, had thick eyebrows and tiger-like eyes, with a face full of rough lines, sitting grandly on a tall horse, disdainfully looking at the group gathered around the campfire.
A cruel smile emerged on his face, as if these people were already his possessions, his meal.
The men of varying heights were holding various weapons, warily watching them, just a rabble, yet they dared to resist.
The leader turned his head to look at a tall, thin man beside him, who immediately understood the leader's intention at a glance.
He then stepped forward aggressively with a broadsword, and shouted at the crowd surrounding them.
"Listen up, our leader is merciful. As long as you hand over your grain and valuable items, and give up 20 beautiful young ladies, we won't harm the rest. If you try to resist, don't blame us for being ruthless."
