Capítulo 228: CCXXVIII. The Impulsiveness

"Strive, I said!" shouted even louder Dag, shaking the old man with fear. 

"Umpf... they... they are on the other side of the Island, their base is near the three towers, to the east... I never went there, as my wife said, the warriors come once a week here to our farm and load up on supplies!" confirmed the man, unable to look Dag in the eye out of fear.

Dag pulled his jacket and dragged it to the chimney, where the fire burned under the cauldron with soup.

"Aagh! No! Please stop! I have children and grandchildren! I've never done anything wrong!" the old man yelled, trying to stop Dag's advance by crawling his feet to the ground.

"Nothing else?!" he asked, approaching the man's face to the fire and looking at his wife, immobilized next to them.

"Aaagh! Aaagh! It burns!"