The girls in the restaurant stood in the corner in a daze, but soon they covered their mouths in horror and shrank in the corner. They understand that whoever did it all will eventually escape the Syndicate's revenge!

Some of the girls began to struggle to escape from the room, however, they were blocked in their way...

Beechel gasped and looked at the room as he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stand still, your family will be coming soon!" Bichir tries to stop the girls who are leaving, but the scene is somewhat out of his control, and the girls scream and try to leave.

"Father?! Did you do all this? His daughter, Ellie, trembled as she walked away from Ike's stiff body. She did not dare to look at the nobleman who had held him in her arms, for he was not dead, but his eyes were staring at them as if they were about to burst into flames.

"I promised you that everything would be fine." Bichiel looked at his daughter with a smile, and he held her in his arms, meeting Ike's resentful gaze head-on. It's just that he no longer has that humble look on his face at the moment.

The curtain of the diner opened again, and the fat on the left and right sides of Benson's face became a little stiff, and he was covered in pungent blood all over his body, and he blocked the girls who were leaving.

The girls screamed and retreated to the corner of the room.

Benson held the skinning knife in his hand and looked at Bichiel at the noble table, as if he didn't believe he would do these things, he stood in the doorway and looked at the enemy lying on the ground in confusion.

"How's it going out there??"

"Ah, oh, good, everybody's here. All good, no one escaped. Benson woke up from his confusion, and he subconsciously said, his body trembling and letting go of the doorway.

Soon, men, women, old people, young people, small children. One by one, they walked in, filling the room. Girls in revealing linen dresses rush to find their families. Men and women also found their sisters, fiancées, daughters, etc., and the pictures of family reunions appeared one by one.

"There's no way back, we can't stay here." Standing next to the noble table, Bichir said to all the villagers present, "Pack up our things, we'll leave here tonight." They weren't just these people, and if we were lucky, we would meet Lord Harvey's soldiers patrolling along the way. ”

"What if we're unlucky?" Benson asked in a low voice.

Bichiel looked at everyone present with a smile, he didn't rush to speak, but then looked at the three nobles on the left and right, "If we are unlucky, we will not be in great danger, they are the guarantee of our safety." ”

"Beecher! How can you do this without us agreeing?! Someone in the crowd was indignant, "You're ruining our home!" Ruined everything we have here! ”

"We don't even plan to leave!"

"Where can we escape?! The nobles over there won't let us go! ”

"Let the nobles go, maybe they'll go around us?"

"Lord Alabam will protect us."

The noise of the villagers made Bichier's face very embarrassed. Ike staring at him on the left, his eyes full of mockery and viciousness!

"Let them go?! Do you think they're just going to get revenge on me and Benson afterwards? Will I let you go? Don't be silly! You idiots!! Beechr hated iron and said, "Yes! We are the lords of Lord Abrabraham, but where was your lord when you were being bullied by them? ”

"He's in league with this group of so-called Alterac nobles!! He's pampering them! Bichir spat at the side fiercely, "He's not your lord anymore, when he gave up on us. ”

"Now, any of you still think that he will protect you?!"

"Now it's wise to come with me, Lord Harvey from the Silverpine Forest has come with his soldiers to quell this rebellion. This is a war, we are in the center of the battlefield, and everything in the war is chaotic. It will affect us at any time, and when the time comes, what will you do to resist this calamity? ”

"Look at them," Bichir said, pointing to the people on the ground, for the villagers to look, "I'm not saying very well, but the war has reached us, and they are an example!" ”

"Think of your wives, think of your daughters, think of the people who were hanged on the mill, look at them..."

Beecher's words silenced everyone.

"Come with me and Benson, I can't stay here anymore. Maybe tomorrow, or maybe tonight, their people will find out everything here. Do you still think that if you don't participate, they will let you go? ”

The crowd was silent for a moment, and an old man who was much older than Bichir stepped forward, "I won't leave, Bichier, I've lived here for many years. It has been more than thirty years since the first orc war began. “

The old man smiled helplessly and said, "Bandits, thieves, or soldiers of the garrison, what kind of people have I not seen?" I'm sure they won't hurt me. They need people to feed them cattle and sheep, and plough land for them to eat. ”

"I'm not leaving, I'm sorry, I'm really reluctant to give up my possessions here."

"I'm not going to leave, this is my home."

...

A lot of people stood up and spoke, and they consciously distanced themselves from the rest of the people.

Beecher looked at the old man who was leading the way for a moment, and he let out a long breath. "Well, I'm not forcing everyone. Those who wish to come with me, stand in front. We'll send a few of the nobles here to Nanhai Town, and we'll get a big bounty. A bounty that is enough to allow us to live in peace for a lifetime. ”

"But the risk is not impossible, we may be caught up and killed by these nobles at any time."

"Those who stay here, you may be saved from death by these so-called masters, but I'm just guessing."

No sooner had than Bichir finished speaking, and some people quickly stepped out and stood in front of him. Bichiel looked closely, most of these people had blood debts or their daughters were inhumanly abused to have to come together with him...

Benson was much calmer at the moment, and the hand holding the skinning knife finally stopped trembling. He was firmly anchored in the doorway, surveying everyone in the room.

Bichir counted carefully, and there were less than ten people who chose to leave, and counting all the members of their family, there were only about thirty people here.

"The men stayed, and the women went out with their children."

Bichiel turned his head to look around the nobleman's table, and he saw several bulging packages beside it, and several long swords with scabbards against the wall, the handles inlaid with gems.

Strangely enough, all the women and children, both those who chose to stay or leave, walked out of the dining room in reluctance.

Ignoring the eyes that stared at him and could kill him several times, Bichiel casually picked up a long sword and held it in his hand. Holding the scabbard in his left hand, he drew his long sword with a sharp sword that shone red in the candlelight.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword drooped downward, and handed the sharp long sword to the young boy closest to him. Beecher looked at the kid solemnly and said, "Go pick one and give him a sword!" They were just paralyzed, and they didn't die! ”

Bichiel looked at the person who had decided to leave, and said calmly, "You all have to prove it to me." Starting with him, you can all choose your enemies and sword them with a sword! ”

"And you! No one can leave until we leave! Beecher stared at the people who chose to stay, and the coldness in his tone made those people lean back unconsciously.

The boy was no more than seventeen years old, the freckles on his face had not yet faded, and his black linen clothes were stained with gray-black crusted mud. At first, the boy was frightened, but when he grasped the sword, he never looked away. The fear in his eyes quickly vanished, as if the long sword had given him a different feeling.

He slowly raised his head, the excitement in his eyes and the unconcealable smile on his face, this irrepressible madness made Bichir a little uncomfortable.

"Can I only choose one? Uncle Beecher? Can't choose more than one? ”

Facing the boy's inquiry, Bichir looked at the several men in front of him, he shook his head, "You can choose a few more, obviously, there are a lot of targets on the ground...."

"Ahh Yikes! Yikes! There was an incomprehensible sound in the boy's throat, and he clenched the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and turned his face twisted, not knowing whether it was because of joy or sadness.

Taking advantage of this, Beechel picked up another nobleman's sword, drew it, and skilfully turned it around his right hand, as he had to do just in case.

Around the nobleman's table, except for Ike, Bayi and the other nobleman, their foreheads were already covered with fine beads of sweat, and their eyes were staring, staring at the long sword in Bichiel's hand.

"Huh! Hey! Ha ha! The boy below seemed to be in a daze, and he laughed at the syndicate leaders lying on the ground. This strange behavior made all the people who fell to the ground sweat. Many people urinated on the spot, and the smell even suppressed the taste of ale.

In order to prevent the boy from hurting the others, Bichir walked down with his sword in his hand and followed the boy not far behind.

"You! I remember your face! The boy crouched on the ground and said to a calm face on the ground, he leaned his sword against the table and picked up the empty wine glass on the ground, "I remember you hit me on the head with the glass, No,"

As he spoke, the boy lifted his dirty, dusty and hayy hair, and in the middle of it was missing a piece of hair, a wound that seemed to have not healed for long.

The boy laughed, and he said to the man lying on the ground, "I want you to taste what it is like to have your head smashed by a wine glass." ”

The man just stared at the boy calmly, his eyes not as frightened as the others. Vicious and ferocious, the boy couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Maybe his eyes reminded the boy of something, or maybe there was something wrong with the boy's spirit, his expression gradually became frightened, and in an instant, the wine glass in his hand smashed on the head of the man on the ground again and again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Syllable! ”

The force was so great that the wooden wine glass was smashed, and the boy turned his head to look, picked up a wooden bench from the side and continued to smash it against the man's head.

Blood splattered and spurted in all directions. The boy's face, body, was stained with black blood....

The kid looked like he was crazy.

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