"I ...... I ......"

looked at "me" like this for a long time, and finally said that he was a nobleman, and he and others had no right to kill him for such a reason. In this regard, Ye Qi, who obviously didn't want such an answer, just stepped forward silently and pulled out the long dagger with a sharp handle on the other party's leg, wiping the other party's neck!

Then, like a chicken with his neck wiped and bled out, Jerome fell to the ground and convulsed a few times, just as he died silently, with a look of horror in his eyes.

Feeling that under the sword blades of the other adventists in front of him, there were all aristocratic private soldiers who were shivering all over, and Ye Qi, who felt that the heat was almost over, raised the long dagger in his hand that was still stained with blood, pointed at them, and said with a cold expression: "It's your turn, say a reason why I won't kill you." ”

And the strength shown by Ye Qi and the others, and the bloody means at this time, naturally understood that there was no hope for him and the others to escape, and they could only say a piece of news that made the ranger in front of them, and perhaps the aristocratic private soldiers who could survive today naturally shook out everything they knew like beans.

In their inexhaustible explanations, most of the self-justification elements were removed, and they knew how the town of Praia was targeted by these bloods, and eventually evolved into a breeding town in the Black Rock Fort Library, which was recorded in the books about the bloods.

At the same time, Jerome, who also learned that he had fallen on the ground in front of him at this time, and his body was already cold in the cold wind, was originally just a housekeeper in the Toronto Baron's family. And the baron and his family, who should still be in the castle in the west of the town, Ye Qi, who was hung upside down as an artificial blood bag for more than a dozen blood warriors in the town, just stood up and signaled that among the noble private soldiers, this middle-aged man with the combat power of the black iron class who said the news would lead the way.

Looking at the aristocratic private soldiers who were obediently walking towards the baron's mansion in the west of the town under the sword of the Advent, Wang Anyi, who couldn't help but be a little worried about this, walked in front of Ye Qi and said in a low voice: "It may be a trap." ”

"Yes, though, even if it's a trap. The combat power over there should not be strong, otherwise the disturbance we just made just now, and the dozen or so blood clan warriors would have been able to get the support of other blood clans a long time ago. ”

Ye Qi, who replied like this, finally reminded the people who were all around him who heard Wang Anyi's worried words: "Don't let your guard down." ”

After half a ring, waiting for Ye Qi to take the arrivals who were holding these noble private soldiers, with some vague memories in their minds, after more than ten minutes of travel, they came to this castle located on the west side of the town, which was built on a hillside and was mainly made of stone.

Looking at the guards standing on the city wall at the lit bonfires in the distance, knowing that after the disasters brought by the blood clan and the shadow demons, the number of guards in the castle must not be large, and the combat power will not be strong, Ye Qi, who said to the noble private soldier beside him: "Go, let them open the city gate honestly." ”

As the middle-aged man, whose hands were bound to his abdomen with ropes, walked out of the complex where the townspeople were located, and stumbled towards the castle in the distance on the open grass.

Ye Qi, who was worried that this middle-aged man would be stupid because after entering the castle, he thought that the solid city wall in front of him was more than ten meters high and could block the footsteps of himself and others, so he reminded loudly to the back of the former: "You should understand that the baron's city wall, which is only more than ten meters high, can't stop our footsteps." ”

Understand that these are the noble private soldiers in the countryside, although there will be some villains who are inevitable everywhere.

However, Ye Qi, who also understood that most of them were actually ordinary people who joined the ranks of the local nobles' private soldiers for themselves or their families, obviously did not want to point his sword at these poor people who were trying to make a living.

After the middle-aged man walked into the small iron men specially prepared for individual personnel in the corner of the city gate, it was about five or six minutes later, and there were not many guards left in the castle, only a dozen or so people, and they could be regarded as acquaintances.

After a struggle of thoughts, after learning from the middle-aged man that those blood clans had been killed by the night watchmen outside the castle on the streets of the small town of Praia, they finally released their right hand that was tightly gripping the hilt of their swords, and wisely joined forces to open the castle gates.

And under the guidance of the smell of blood, Ye Qi, who walked through the dim corridor in the castle and came to the entrance of the basement of this small castle with fluorescent torches, cast a glance at Zeng Yonglu, a dead friend beside him.

I had already seen that there was a big lock on the heavy wooden door at the entrance of the basement, and the aristocratic private soldiers brought on the side also spread their hands to Ye Qi, indicating that they had no key. Therefore, it is natural to understand Ye Qi at this time, Zeng Yonglu, who means such a look, is to take off the two-handed heavy axe that he bought from the old Mark Weapons Shop in Bal City on his back.

stepped forward and motioned to the two aristocratic private soldiers on the side, and he, like Huang Laixin and others, with the help of Ye Qi, was already a high-level black iron Zeng Yonglu, who took a deep breath with the axe in both hands, and suddenly danced the two-handed heavy axe in his hand in the terrible whistling sound.

"Bang-"

Directly with the two-handed heavy axe in his hand, the rough cast iron side on the back, in the flying sparks, smashed the iron lock on the heavy wooden door at the entrance of the basement, Zeng Yonglu, who raised his foot and kicked open the door, just to enter.

At the same time, Ye Qi, who didn't know what the situation was in this basement, just stepped forward, came behind Zeng Yonglu, and reached out and pressed on the former's left shoulder, which was protected by a heavy inlaid metal armor.

Under the slightly puzzled gaze that Zeng Yonglu turned his head to throw at him, Ye Qi, who couldn't help but roll his eyes, just said, "Do you know what's going on inside?" ”

"I don't know."

"That's not even to the back."

For Ye Qi, who is a stupid and bold mortal friend, when he almost marched as a team at this time, he must have strong strength and good psychological quality, so that he can survive in the face of a sudden attack.

Half a ring, under the bright light emitted by the fluorescent torches in people's hands, the adventers who walked into this basement soon saw a scene that they will never forget!

In this dimly lit basement, the feet were tied with thick iron chains, the neck wounds were all with a strange metal collar, and there was an alchemy tube with a simple switch inserted in the collar, all of them were unusually white and naked because of excessive blood loss, as if they were slaughtering those people who had been slaughtered and were hanging upside down like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

These people are obviously lucky.

After all, in the dark basement all day long, they survived and finally got salvation.

And on the cold ground under those heads, there are still wooden barrels of blood, and the blood in their bodies has been completely cleaned, and the people who seem to be only skinned and bones in their bodies because of the long-term bloodletting are already in the cold basement, staring at a pair of eyes full of despair and horror, silent.