"Boss ....." Wolf Blade rushed back with the werewolf warrior, and Wolf Blade took a few steps forward and walked behind Theron, and stopped talking.

"Wolf Blade." Theron tilted his head slightly to look at the wolf blade, the armor he was wearing had long since been shattered, and he didn't know where it had gone. A white fur was revealed, but the usual precious white fur had already been soaked in blood at this time, dried up and glued together. He had a human head hanging from his waist, and Theron was familiar with it.

He reached out and picked up the head,—— it was the second leader.

He was familiar with the appearance of this person, and if there was anything he could remember and not forget, it was the appearance of these people.

"This is your trophy?" Theron asked, looking up into Wolf Blade's eyes.

"Yes, Chief." Wolf Blade nodded: "It's my trophy for you, I think you'll like this thing." ”

"I do like it," Theron casually tossed the second leader's head into the burning fire not far away, "but this trophy is still too light." ”

"Second Leader, I'll bring you Swarig's head right now." Wolf Blade said in an eager tone, and was about to turn around after speaking.

"Wait." Since Theron had just made the werewolf give up chasing Svarig, it showed that his current target was not Svarig alone.

"You instructed your subordinates to search for the barbarians of the White Bear Tribe all over the city, and once they are found, they are not allowed to let one go." "Swarig will let it go first, and as long as he exists, the White Bear Tribe will not disperse, and when they come together, it will be easier for us to do it." ”

"Yes, Chief." Wolf Blade nodded approvingly.

"Come with me to the Baron's Palace." Theron walked in the direction of the Baron's Palace. "It's as an occupier."

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The Baron's Mansion was close in front of him, and the high walls were covered with the marks of heavy snow, and the faint moonlight shone on them, reflecting a vague purple light.

But no one will notice these at this time.

"Have you found any signs of orcs, Amul? Did you find Amul? The butler asked as he gasped. He is old enough to be the grandfather of these soldiers, although as the steward of the Rheinreth family, he does not worry about food and clothing, but the traces of time still leave a lot of marks on him, and this trace is definitely not something that anyone can erase.

"My lord, no." The centurion replied, "There is no sign of the orcs around, and judging by the fire, the orcs have not advanced here. Swarig and Will stayed, and for the sake of the housekeeper's safety, he took on the responsibility of protecting the housekeeper.

"What about Amul?" The butler asked again, and his greatest fear now was that Amüller would reach the Baron's Court before them.

"No, sir." The centurion replied, "Amul has not been found." When he said this, the centurion was furious.

As a centurion, he usually had a lot of contact with Amule, although in the past he felt that Amul was a little silent and thoughtful, but he never thought that he would do such a thing.

Not only him, but the butler who couldn't believe it the most. Speaking of duke, Amurle was originally a guard, and he learned combat skills in the Baron's Palace when he was young, and as a butler, it can be said that Amulle became like this under his nose. To be selfish, since the young master handed over Amulle to him, he has been Amulle's teacher, and now that Amulle has done this kind of thing, he, the teacher, will definitely not shirk his responsibility.

But at this time, it is useless to think more, things have happened, and the only thing he can do is to try his best to recover his losses and make up for his mistakes.

"Hurry up, we must not let that traitor get ahead of us." This is the first time he has said this about Amuler.

"Yes....." The soldier responded.

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The dim candlelight was blowing in the cold wind, clinging to the oil surface, as if it were burning on the oil surface. Not the warm red, but the green color, the candlelight projected onto the wall, outlining the distorted murals, as if the devil was roaring.

Shirina wrapped her cloak tightly, took a step back, leaned against the wall, and pulled a delicate dagger from her waist with her right hand. It was a gift from her father to her when she was 13 years old, and in the tradition of this world, a girl is already considered an adult at the age of 13 to marry.

The dagger was plain, just a palm-length blade mounted on dark oak. There was no intricate pattern of the elves, nor the rough lines carved by the dwarves in metal, but only a layer of polished fur.

It was a piece of bear skin, a piece of fur from the first bear his brother had beaten as an adult, in the tradition of the Renault family. The first bear that every adult boy hits, and the piece of skin on the top of the bear's head is the best, representing all the righteous forces in the world.

Shirina didn't know if it was right, but when she held it, it felt like a force. It loosened its cloak and let the cold wind blow.

She looked ahead.

A dark shadow slowly appeared in front of her with the sound of going upstairs.

The faint candlelight flickered and flickered, but it was enough for her to recognize the other.

"It's Amüller." The corners of Shirina's mouth twitched slightly, and it was a mocking smile, and he turned again, leaning against the window, as if he hadn't seen Amüller.

In her eyes, Amur will always be a subordinate of the Rhineres, even if he betrays the Rhineres. And now he is not only a betrayal, but also a spurned existence.

"Shirina." Amüller finally saw her, and she seemed to be a plum blossom, and no, he felt that the beauty of the plum blossom was no longer enough to describe her. He looked at her back as if he was fascinated.

Shirina frowned, she didn't like the look, even if she couldn't see it, she could still feel it.

"Traitor," she turned to look at Amul, "what are you here for?" Will you not serve your new master? She spoke very harshly, and she hated this kind of person who betrayed the family because of a little profit. Just like those ungrateful nobles, they betrayed their family for temporary safety. Even if he didn't know what Amuller had betrayed, his actions were enough for her to look down on.

"Traitor? Master? Amulle looked at Shirina in disbelief, he couldn't believe that she saw him like this.

"Not a traitor, what else can it be." Shirina's tone was still very mean: "Abandoned her faith and betrayed her family." Ever since you took refuge in your new master, Theron, you have been a traitor. ”

"I... Don't you know why I'm why? Amul grimaced and shouted, "You don't know why I have turned my back on my faith, and why I have turned my back on my family?" ”

"Why would I know?" As soon as the words fell, Shirina's heart tightened, and she seemed to remember what she had forgotten in the past that she didn't care about.