On the empty snow, a row of bayonets emitting cold light stabbed out at the same time, stabbing the more than 20 victims to the ground. The black-clad executioners were skilful and uniform, holding their muskets horizontally and piercing their victims' hearts and lungs through the cracks in their ribs. Neatly dealt with these poor victims.

Harold lurked quietly on the trunk of a large tree in the distance, staring at the tragedy in the distance without blinking. Far away, the sound of sharp blades entering flesh, and the screams of the victims all dissipated in the cold wind, but this tragic scene also made people seem to be able to hear these terrifying sounds.

"Lisuo's method, they are killing people?"

But after the men in black assassinated the victims, they did not dispose of the bodies, as if they were deliberately discarding some kind of artifact.

After the assassination was completed, the three black-clothed killers followed the young man who looked like the leader into the dense forest, while the other black-clothed men lined up in a row and walked north for about thirty meters to stop.

They all held guns, lined up in a row, and stood in a straight line. It was as if some kind of ritual was going to take place next.

After a while, the leader with a pair of glasses on his face came out of the dense forest, and he was still followed by three people, but those three people were carrying something together.

An object wrapped in several layers of thick blankets, the three of them did not walk fast, three or four paces behind the leader.

"That's the human body, absolutely not mistaken." Harold thought to himself, looking at the strange scene in the distance, a little puzzled.

I saw the three black-clothed porters put the blanket-wrapped human body on the snow, and then returned to the queue.

The other men in black stood ten meters away, while the bespectacled young leader stood a little closer, seven or eight meters away. I saw him standing there straight, stretching out his right hand and aiming it at the human body wrapped in the blanket.

Harold held his breath, he couldn't guess what those people were here for.

After about two minutes, a blue circle appeared in front of the leader's right hand, and at the same moment, a blue circle also appeared on the blanket wrapped around the human body.

"Could it be that they're the makers of the 'Black Scale Ghouls'?" Harold had such a thought in his head, and his heart was full of murderous intent.

In the distance, however, the scene changed, and a ball of light about two meters in diameter enveloped the blanket and devoured it.

The ball of light dissipated in an instant, and the blanket-wrapped human body disappeared, leaving a large crater in the snow.

Harold looked closely, and he recognized it as a high-level destruction magic from the Star System, but Harold didn't study it, so he couldn't remember the name.

Then, the leader of the eyes blew his whistle, and a sharp whistle spread around the clearing, and then groups of men in black rushed out of the dense forest and joined up with their accomplices in the clearing.

Including the black-clothed men who were originally in the clearing, there were about fifty people. But all of them were well trained, and the group stood in the open space without making a single noise, and the ranks were not chaotic.

The bespectacled leader waved his hand, and a black-clothed squire pulled out a white horse from the forest, and the black-clothed young man with eyes on his face jumped up. The others scattered and brought their horses out of the woods.

Most of the group headed north, and the young man with glasses rode alone on a white steed to the south.

In just a few moments, the group of men in black dispersed from this hidden forest clearing and disappeared without a trace.

They ignored the more than 20 messy corpses on the ground and did not clean them up.

Harold looked at the black-clad riders scattered in front of him, he was full of suspicion, and wondered, "What are they doing here?" Killed a group of people and set off a magic firework with a corpse wrapped in a blanket? ”

"For a while, I thought it was an underground order that was doing something with corpses, and this group of people didn't play their cards according to the routine. They used their magic to blow up the corpses wrapped in blankets, and they didn't see anything evil. ”

Harold jumped lightly off the dead tree, carefully feeling for any other people left around. If more than fifty well-trained people were armed with firearms and using magic against themselves, I guess I would not be able to bear it at the moment.

Like a vigilant gray cat, Harold leaned to the trunk of the tree and listened for a while, making sure that there was no more unusual noise around him, he first poked his head out of the forest and scanned the entire clearing, and then made sure that the group of men in black did not leave an ambush,

Harold cautiously took the first step, and then he leaned down and ran forward like a civet cat, extremely fast.

After all, this was still a killing field, and Harold was on high alert, keeping an eye on the movements around him as fast as he could.

Told the sprint like this, and Harold ran for dozens of seconds at a distance of eight or nine hundred meters, and then ran next to the victim closest to him.

Harold immediately crouched down to examine the body. Ten minutes ago, the man was a living man, but now he was a cold corpse.

It was a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance, and his clothes were also common in the southern part of the Salga Empire.

Harold examined the victim's clothes and found a box of matches and nail clippers inside, but Harold found nothing.

He also looked at these two objects carefully, and found that they were the usual goods common in the south of the Salga Empire.

Examining his belongings and clothing yielded no gains, Harold went back to look at the victim's face, limbs, and fingers.

"The forearms are muscular and the knuckles are thick. There are calluses on the palm of the left hand, and it seems that the left hand is often used to hold the hilt of the sword, and the calluses are only obvious on the right hand at the tiger's mouth. If you often hold a one-handed musket in your right hand, you should have this characteristic. ”

With this discovery, Harold examined the hands and forearms of four or five corpses in succession, and found that almost all of them had such characteristics.

They are all calluses left by the right hand holding a sword and a sword, and a callus left by the left hand holding a one-handed firearm.

"Only people who have been uniformly trained can be so consistent. Who are these victims, who appear to be dressed in civilian clothes? Who are those men in black? ”

Harold was half-kneeling, staring at the corpse in front of him in deep thought, and he suddenly recalled a detail: "The group of black clothes seemed to have a bit of a send-off when they blew up the corpse wrapped in the blanket." ”

Harold pondered: "It seems that the person wrapped in the blanket has a key identity. ”

Harold raised his head and glanced at the corpses scattered around him, and frowned: "That group of men in black doesn't deal with these dead corpses, it seems to be ..... It seems that it was deliberately left for others to discover. ”

Thinking of this, Harold's mind felt like he had walked into a dead end, like a series of recent events, and he couldn't think about it when he got to a certain place.

But these events have a vague direction, like when a storm is coming, crows and magpies flying in the sky, and toads in the water are screaming, which are all precursors to the coming storm. But in addition to Harold speculating that Lilina was involved, he couldn't figure out what the big changes in the church territory would be, and when he would suddenly jump in front of him.

"Whew." Harold let out a deep breath, a puff of white smoke wafting through the cold air. The purpose of those black clothes is to kill people and destroy corpses. Why are these killed people left here and not dealt with, as if they were deliberately waiting for someone to find out.

If not, what are they doing?

While Harold was pondering, a feeble gasp suddenly came from his side, followed by a vague sentence: "Ray. . . Keta .... Ran Lamere, cursed! Not..... Shameful betrayer...."