Looking at the surroundings and the words of the drow, it is clear that this is an alternative slaughterhouse.

And Filly also confirmed that this is indeed a secret corpse processing factory, the owner of the slaughterhouse takes all kinds of corpses that no one wants at a low price, and then just like treating the beasts that need to be cut, cut off the parts according to the requirements, and sell them to different customers to make a profit, and the remaining miscellaneous pieces will be dumped directly into the sewer, because the business is getting bigger and bigger, the boss directly ignores the ban in the city, and privately opens a secret passage to the sewer, which is convenient to clean the warehouse and welcome the arrival of the next wave of goods.

When Xiu saw the butterfly-shaped scar on his thigh and ankle, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out the two words that lingered between his teeth.

"Brute!"

Although Morey could see that Xiu and the owner of the leg knew each other absolutely, the drow didn't move anything except for a little shortness of breath.

Perhaps sensing Morey's puzzled gaze, Xiu said as if self-deprecating and explaining:

"This cousin of mine and I have never had a good relationship, and because of my grandmother's affection, she let her men break the legs of my three maids alive, just because they thought they were slower to make way for her."

"I know it's all her excuse, just to get revenge for the fact that I once pushed her when I was a kid and left a scar on my ankle that is hard to remove."

"Well, that's the butterfly scar."

"Hehe, if my stingy grandmother were still alive, I don't know what her expression would be when she saw her most beloved granddaughter gnawed off those petite toes alive!"

Xiu actually laughed as he spoke, but Morey felt that this laughter was worse than crying!

"Who?"

Bitter laughter echoed through the empty warehouse, and the butchers of the processing plant followed the sound, and soon discovered that a group of strangers had mixed in their warehouse.

Seeing the indifferent and well-trained expressions of these intruders, the slightly thin Drow among the butchers had slowly touched his waist.

There is a warning there, as long as it is crushed, the wolf-like guards outside will rush in as soon as possible.

It's just that his thoughts are destined to become delusional.

A sharp flash of sword flashed, and the arm flew out with a terrible scream.

"Kill!"

Regardless of the physical load, he resolutely used [Instantaneous Step] to break into the crowd and roared, and then included the rest of the people in the range of the attack.

The battle ended quickly, and almost the next second after Xiu shouted the order to attack, the shadow assassin who had already touched the front of him sent the matte dagger into the drow's vests.

"I'm sorry, Lord Morey, I'm getting a little excited!"

Xiu said to Morey with a guilty face.

He had been controlled by anger just now, completely forgetting that he was going to sneak in, and all he wanted was to kill all the rebels who abused and killed his family, even if they were all killed.

If it weren't for Morey's timely dispatch of a super-large range of [Silent Sound] to envelop the warband, I'm afraid that the warehouse would have been surrounded by guards who had heard the news.

Morey smiled and shook his head: "We are comrades-in-arms now, there is no need to say sorry!" ”

Xiu took a deep breath and nodded heavily, turned around and began to clean up his cousin's body.

After a moment's look, Morey couldn't bear to turn his head, the head of the drow girl seemed to have been run over by a boulder-like weight, and it was completely indistinguishable, and there were only two huge wounds left on the upper body of the female chest.

Seeing this miserable situation, everyone only turned their heads in panic, and it was rare that Xiu could help his cousin sew up the broken arm with a comfortable face.

It's in a remote corner of the old city, not a short distance from the city lord's mansion where the usurpers are entrenched.

"Young master, we've solved all those guys outside."

After a short while, Balta was commanded to return.

Perhaps it was because they had been comfortable for too long, and the guards' sense of defense was simply astonishingly poor, and they had no power to fight back in the face of the shadows who had been assassinated countless times, and often when they realized that something was wrong, a sharp blade had pierced their hearts, and then an iron hand covered their mouths, suffocating their screams back to their stomachs.

"There are now two patrols in the city, one is the original patrol team, well, the soldiers who defected in the past are in charge of patrolling the three outer streets, and the other is a patrol team composed of some personnel from their own servant army, which is responsible for patrolling the two inner streets."

"Inside and outside are all the security forces of Black Horn City, as for the power of the City Lord's Mansion responsible for security, I don't know very well, I only know that those people are the elite of each family."

Although Shuya did not have a road map for patrolling, the information gave the blinded Morey force a general direction.

"Xiu, can you convince the patrols in charge of the outer streets to join us?"

Since it was the original army, Morey's first thought was to let the cultivator win the other party over.

"I'll try it as much as I can!"

Xiu smiled wryly.

I knew that I shouldn't have been so arrogant in the first place, and if I had chatted a few more words when I met those miscellaneous guys on weekdays, I guess I wouldn't be so uncertain now!

But just when they were thinking about how to sneak into the City Lord's Mansion quietly, a big man who came out of the City Lord's Mansion found this remote flesh processing factory.

"Is this it?"

The visitor looked very young, with green hair like seaweed hovering over his head, and with the somewhat greasy pharmacist's overall, there was an indescribable sloppy feeling.

"Yes, my lord, you should have all the materials you want!"

But Raz, who led the way, did not dare to be disrespectful at all, as the captain of the Milton family's personal guard, he had seen with his own eyes how this Sven guy with a pair of glasses on his nose had killed the berserker who spoke wildly with a tube of potion.

That guy is only slightly inferior in strength compared to himself, if there is a real fight to the death, it is really hard to say who will live and who will die between himself and the mad bull, but it is such a famous berserker in Black Horn City, just bet and smell the seemingly harmless potion, his body suddenly swelled, and finally turned into a mass of explosive rotten liquid.

"Well, so what are you waiting for?"

The apothecary glanced at Raz, who was a little clumsy because of fear, and couldn't help but feel more and more contempt for the petty nobles of Black Corner.

You can't even send a servant who can serve people, how can you talk about managing a city well?!