For three days, the wind was calm.

In the past three days, Renault has been cultivating a tacit understanding with Bo Jiangza, while Hill and Joe don't know what to prepare, and occasionally when they are free, they will also point out Renault in terms of cultivation, and unexpectedly, Hill has a mysterious interest in this matter.

"Raise your head, hold your chest up, tuck your abdomen, eh, don't cock your ass." Hill sat on the stack of wood in the yard with a dog's tail in his mouth and looked at Renault, who was practicing basic skills in the yard.

"Tut-tut, although I don't know where your set of moves came from, but it can make you practice so ugly, have the people who taught you ever scolded you for being stupid? However, this is also normal, after all, you kid is a pampered magician, how can you seriously study the livelihood skills of our people. ”

Renaud stretched his limbs calmly, he was no longer surprised by Ciel's yin and yang weirdness, this guy seems to have a natural malice towards any magician, his own set of basic movements was taught by O'Rewin, it is said that he came from the astral spirit world, and he was secretly surprised by its learning speed. Hill was just looking for an excuse to hurt himself.

Seeing that Renault ignored him, Hill stood up unhappily, intending to "personally guide" Renault's actual combat, but as soon as he stood up, Joe's voice came from the second floor:

"Stop playing, come in."

Hill twisted and disappeared, and Renault collected his magic and walked towards the house.

Joe stood at the table, facing the map spread out on the table, and Renault took a closer look, and there were several places on the map circled by red pens.

"The bastards are going to act?" Hill asked.

"That's what the intelligence says." Joe stared at the map without looking up, "We need to make a plan." ”

"Plan?" Hill asked, surprised.

"Haven't we already discussed it? As soon as those miscellaneous people appeared, they rushed directly into their ranks and killed them! ”

He writhed his fists, his knuckles rattling.

"That was the previous plan," Joe glanced up at Renault, "the situation is different now, and according to the latest information, the estimate of the strength of those guys may not be too optimistic, it is better to be cautious." ”

Renaud touched his nose, he knew that Joe's "the situation has changed" was referring to himself, and he wanted to straighten his waist and say that there was no problem on his side, but in the absence of O'Reiwin and Ursa Major, he really didn't have much confidence.

"Our priority is not to eradicate the bandits, but to protect the safety of the villagers. Don't act recklessly until you have confirmed that the villagers have been safely evacuated. As he said this, Joe's eyes kept on Hill.

"Don't worry, really, am I so uneasy?" Hill twisted his face in displeasure.

Judging from your usual style, it's really not very reassuring.

Renault thought to himself.

Hill's physical skills are different from those of ordinary people, and they are originally a clever defensive technique, which allows him to control his muscles and bones by exercising the flexibility of his body and the strength of his joints. Ordinary people just use it as a technique to unload their forces, and no one has ever thought of attacking with it at all.

But Ciel is not a mortal, when he was a child, the small village he lived in was destroyed by a dark guild, he is one of the few survivors, his childhood experience has made him have a perverted obsession, he is cruel to others, and even more ruthless to himself, in the process of cultivating physical arts, each item reaches more than double the strength of the normal state, almost challenging the limit of human tolerance.

Luckily, he didn't scrap himself, and with the help of an adventure, his body was fundamentally strengthened, his tolerance for pain became stronger, and his flexibility rose several steps, so that he could use kicks and joints that were beyond his body's endurance, but the consequence was that his own joints and muscles would also be severely damaged.

However, his cruelty to himself was also manifested at this time, relying on his increased tolerance for pain, he always put the detached joints back in place without changing his face, and even used this as a means to deter his opponents, and he often received miraculous results in battles.

Just two days ago, the local villagers were full of kindness to bring local products to condole, but as soon as they entered the door, they saw Hill was twisting his head that had turned nearly 180 degrees, and he didn't bother to turn around when he saw someone coming, so he twisted his head back directly, so frightened that people threw the condolences in their hands on the spot, stumbled back, and apologized while running, and didn't know why.

Since then, there has been no sign of a villager near the house.

……

However, although Hill is usually more strange, he has always been very serious about things related to battles, and he swears that the safety of the villagers is absolutely the most important, and I don't know if he can still remember what he said when he kills together.

"What about me?" Renault asked.

"You?" Joe looked him up and down, "Live well." ”

Renault's eyes dimmed, but he heard Joe say, "Just kidding, your mission is to ......"

At night, the moonlight was hidden in the thick clouds, and the small village was silent, not even a birdsong.

A dark mist rose out of nowhere, spreading out of all directions towards the small village.

The black fog swept over the houses, over the barns, and finally into the innermost two-story building.

Eventually, the fog covered every corner of the village, and then, silently, masked men in black cloaks floated out of the black mist.

"A bunch of idiots," the man in black in the center let out a low laugh, "and if you want to design us, we will leave all the young men here, but it will save me the trouble of finding them." ”

He raised his hand, and a dark purple diamond-shaped circle appeared on the forehead of each masked man, like evil eyes, "Go, my children, I want their hearts, and their blood, in the name of the god of calamity, to kill." ”

With a wave of his hand, countless masked mermaids burst out, and the waning moon revealed a glimmer of light, reflecting the sharp blades under the cloak.

In one room, the masked man silently pierced through the walls, raising his withered arm, the blood-colored dagger he held in his palm and stabbing the heart of the man on the bed.

"Ding!" With the blade less than an inch from his chest, two fingers clamped the dagger firmly.

The "sleeping" man showed a sly smile: "Hehe, I caught you~"

The wind swept through, and the fragile cabin burst open in an instant.

"Tut-tut, Joe's information is really not wrong~" Hill squatted on the branches of a tree, casually threw half of the masked "man's" body to the ground, and looked at the "masked man" who was gathering more and more like ants below, and the smile on his face gradually bloomed.

He picked up the white mask and pressed it lightly over his face, his eyes glistening with blood.

"Hee-hee, it's time to sweep~"