"Woo... Woooooo

In the woods not far from the camp, Margery was crying like a bullied child, crying a sad cry.

"My Merica... My Merica..."

The thought that the woman he only loved was now lying in the arms of another man, and that the other party was threatening him that he would never pester her again, and that Margere could not stop crying.

"Obviously it should be mine... It's mine..."

The more she thought about it, the more sad she became, and the more she thought about it, the more unwilling she became, causing her tears to flow more and more, and even her snot flowed out.

Such an embarrassment has not appeared on Margree's body since he was seven years old, which shows how sad Margerey is.

"I'm not going to give up... Definitely won't give up..."

Margaret kept convincing himself like this.

"There must still be a chance... Opportunity..."

Although the thought of Sheen's threat made Margeret feel like collapsing on the ground, he really couldn't get him to give up Merica.

After all, no matter what, this man's attachment to Merica was so high that he was willing to give up his position as a nobleman to get what he wanted, and even if he was afraid of Sheen, Margeret didn't want to give up.

Of course, Margere was really scared by Sheehan, and didn't dare to think about revenge.

If it weren't for this, I'm afraid Sheen wouldn't have let Margerie go, even if he didn't kill him in the camp, he would have found a way to get rid of Margerey so that he wouldn't have trouble in the future.

Now Margeret really hates and fears Sheen, losing the idea of resisting and not wanting to give up Merica just like that.

So, Margerey could only murmur.

"He can't stay by Merica's side forever, sooner or later, Merica will still be alone..."

At that time, I will take Merika with melika and fly away, and find a place where no one can find it to spend my life.

As long as she can get Merica, Margeret feels that even if she lives a hard life, she can live a good life.

"That guy isn't a god either, there's no way he's going to know where Merika and I went..."

That's what Margarrey had in mind.

As for Merika's willingness or not, it was not in Margeret's consideration.

As Sheehan said, Margre has always ignored Merika's wishes, which can be said to be extremely selfish, but also extremely self-feeling.

Margere lives in his own script and world, and even Merica is just a character in his script and world, even if it is the heroine, it is something that should be decided according to his heart.

Therefore, Sheehan said that, in essence, Margeret was no different from the rest of the nobles, except that others were conscious, but he was not conscious, and he did not have the slightest awareness that he was doing bad things, but felt that what he was doing was right.

"Good! So decided! ”

Having made up his mind, Margre wiped his snot and tears and regained his strength.

"I'm going to wait until the opportunity comes, no matter how long it takes."

Margeret made up his mind and turned around, preparing to return to the camp.

Little did Margere, however, know that this would be the last action he would make in his life.

Because, at the moment when he turned around, a black shadow appeared behind him silently.

"Poof!"

The blade pierced through Margere's body, stabbing through his back and then through his chest, bringing out a large patch of blood.

"Uh..."

Margeret froze there, and only after a half-rattle did he slowly lower his head and look at the sharp blade peeking through his chest, his eyes full of disbelief.

At this moment, another hand reached over and pressed Margree's head.

"Bang!"

With a flash of fire, flames enveloped Margere's body, burning it to the ground.

Margeret didn't even have time to scream, and he couldn't even realize that his life had been lost, so he didn't even leave a single wreckage, and was completely destroyed.

It was only then that the hand holding Margeret was withdrawn, allowing the figure of an old man to appear in the space.

"Finally caught up."

The old man looked at the camp with campfires in the distance and smiled sadly.

As for the person he had just killed, it was no longer in his memory.

"Lord Bedo."

The black shadow that pierced Margere's body with a sharp blade also showed its full appearance, and it was actually a large number of people with a large horse, all supporting the old man.

These people are the executioners of the old demon faction.

They finally caught up with the escort team.

"How's the investigation going?"

Bedo asked casually.

"There are already results."

Bedo's subordinate reported in a low voice.

"There are a total of one hundred and eighteen people in the camp, and almost all of them are Terrans."

"Among them, there are three people below rank 30, eighty-seven people between rank 30 and 40, twenty-three people between rank 40 and 50, three people between rank 50 and 60, and two people above rank 60."

"According to the reports of those who have [identification] skills and [reconnaissance] skills, among those two, one of them is at the level of seventy-seven, which should be Lord Killian, and the other is the sixty-eight, which should be the highest-ranking person here."

Hearing this, Bedo sneered.

"There are still people below the rank of thirty? And there are three more? It seems that Lamigion really can't send any decent combat power to escort Killian. ”

Bedo's wariness of this camp has dropped several times.

With this level of combat power, even if Bedo doesn't make a move, I'm afraid he can easily slaughter it, right?

"Probably for the sake of merit, the leader of Lamigion doesn't want to ask for help from the rest of the towns in the territory." Bedo easily saw through the cause and effect, and sneered: "The human race is so hopeless no matter what era it is, when will these eye-catching races be killed?" ”

The disgust revealed in Bedo's words was even stronger than that of Killian.

The rest behaved similarly, as if the next thing to do was to get their hands dirty and had to remove the garbage, their faces full of disgust and helplessness.

The Old Demon Sect is such an existence.

Therefore, whether it is Bedo or the rest of the old demons, they will not push the enemy more like ordinary villains, but will only have the mentality of removing garbage, as if they are doing the same boring work, and repeat the killing.

It's the same this time.

"Do you want to rush straight in? Bedo-sama? The subordinate asked, "The barrier around the camp has been broken by us, and it won't be long before those Terrans will find out." ”

"Then let's do the pre-work before that." Bedo waved his hand and said, "First send some people to sneak in and rescue Killian, so that those Terran dogs don't jump over the wall and kill the hostages first, and then send some people to carry out blockade work around, whether it is setting up enchantments or destroying roads, anyway, no one of those Terrans can escape." ”

As he spoke, Bedo licked his bloodied fingers.

"This time it's still the old rule, wait for the pre-work to be done, and then kill."

"It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, or what race it is, even if it's a demon, whoever mixes with the human race will only be a traitor."

"Kill them all, and don't leave any of them."

So, the executioners went into action.

The bloody night unfolds here.