Standing under the shattered gates, Fitzel only hesitated for a moment before he felt a burning gaze of anger from behind, and he took a light breath and drove forward.

Once in town, he rolled over and dismounted, a sneer on his lips, and his vigilant gaze scanned his surroundings.

Since the establishment of diplomatic relations between the Duchy of Violet and the Moore Commonwealth, the town has not changed owners, and under the management of that family, the town has become more and more prosperous.

The town has been expanded twice in history, so it's quite large, and the streets are lined with houses that don't move in the slightest – it's a stronghold for the enemy!

That's why it's 'quiet' that it's even more terrifying.

The people who had been carried away by anger and money quickly calmed down after climbing over the fence and into the town, because it was so quiet.

Among the soldiers who saw all this, there were even those who wondered if the Drow Elf had escaped......

Because you can't beat it, did you run away?

Fitzel shifted his steps and walked slowly towards the interior of the town, deeper with the others.

In order to prevent the enemy from hiding in the house and sneaking up, the officers also deliberately asked the soldiers to kick open the doors of each house and search the whole house inside and out.

Their acquiescence also sent a spark of desire in the hearts of the soldiers, so the whole army slowly poured into the town, and the quiet town was like a giant beast that resisted without making a sound, and did not refuse until everyone was swallowed up......

As the 'warlords', the carriages of the nobles never entered the town with the army, and it was clear that they had sensed that something was wrong.

The drow elves didn't put up much resistance, they didn't do anything other than create a big explosion.

This attitude was suspicious, and the nobles had long been suspicious of it, but they had to prove themselves by defeating the drow elves, so they didn't let the army retreat even if they sensed something—at least they wouldn't let the army retreat until they saw the long, black-skinned ears.

A dozen heralds went back and forth between the wagons and the town, often resting for less than ten minutes before they needed to make a round trip, but they couldn't refuse, because it was an order from their immediate superior.

They passed information and orders between the army and the nobles, and even the officers did not hide their acquiescence to the soldiers to loot the wealth of the towns, but to their surprise, the nobles did not say anything about it.

Even if it makes the search much slower, it can at least be searched more carefully.

Sitting in the safety of the carriage, the nobles were silent, because they had to destroy the Drow Elves 'here', and only then could they regain the trust of the other nations.

They are not only the rulers of a country, but also a 'businessman'...... Or, rather, they are more like outright businessmen than 'rulers'.

A businessman who calculates gains and losses all day long, and loses a little benefit and will be angry.

Unless they want to do so, no one can take away from them the 'benefits' that rightfully belong to them!

Instead of rushing forward, the officers slowly dispersed the entire army, eventually forming an encirclement along the edge of the town, and constantly shrinking inward.

The soldiers violently kicked the door open, and then they ran into the house in a hurry, and ransacked not a single corner, even the bed and the cupboard, and they would overturn it to see if there was any treasure hidden underneath or behind it.

Fitzel, as a transcendent being, naturally led a team, but he was not like the soldiers who were carried away by money, nor was he aroused by greed by what the soldiers held in their hands, he stood in the empty but noisy streets, silently watching all this.

Like a psychopath suffering from persecution paranoia, his vigilant gaze constantly scanned the houses around him, which in his eyes were excellent ambush places, as long as they were hidden, no one would know that there were people hiding inside, and no one would know that there were people inside.

Moreover, those drow elves also have a powerful weapon such as 'repeating muskets', and if a drow elf suddenly pops out of the surrounding houses, I am afraid that even he may be killed by them.

So he must be vigilant, maybe money is very important, but it is not as important as his own life, he can earn it again when the money is gone, but if his life is gone, there is nothing.

Bang!

A soldier gasped for breath and brewed for a moment in front of a house, then raised his foot and kicked the door open.

He must have been a little tired from kicking the doors and windows of more than a dozen houses in a row, but under the temptation of money, he felt infinite strength in his body.

The soldier licked his lips and hurried in, but met a man.

The man was also startled by him, held the musket in his hand tightly, and then hurriedly pointed the muzzle of the gun at the soldier, shouting in panic: "Don't move!"

The soldier was also stunned, looking at the muzzle of the black hole, hurriedly raised his hands, signaled that he had no malicious intent, and nodded again and again, "Okay, okay, I don't move, I don't move...... No, but, you, why are you here?"

The man standing in the room was breathing heavily, and even his hands and feet were trembling slightly, but he held the weapon in his hand tightly, because in his eyes, this soldier was not a good person!

"My family has been captured by those black skins...... "Swallowing hard, the man said in a trembling voice, "They told me to stay here with a gun, or they will kill my family...... Don't do anything, get out of here, I won't hurt you, as long as you get out of here and don't let anyone else in, I won't shoot. ”

The corner of the soldier's mouth twitched, forced a smile, and nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go......"

He shifted his steps and slowly stepped back, but just then, the other soldiers noticed the situation and walked to the door of the house, and were immediately startled.

"Don't come here!" the man standing in the room screamed, his eyes widened, and his hands clenched the barrel of the gun, "Don't come here, get out of here!"

"Let's go, let's go!" shouted the soldiers standing outside the door, for fear that the man would not hear.

Now that they have the money in their hands, they don't want to die here like this!

As they moved, so did the man, keeping the muzzle of his gun pointed at them at all times.

...... However, this is a 'mistake'!

When the man began to move, the gold and silver hidden by his body were exposed to the eyes of the soldiers.

The immovable chest was firmly anchored to the ground, and bits and pieces of gold and silver mixed together filled the entire chest.

On the edge of the chest, there were some small pieces of coins scattered about, but they were too shocked to notice.

Their eyes froze for a moment, then quickly turned to 'greed'.

The man also noticed their gaze, and immediately became a little impatient and regretful, and he couldn't think of any way for a while, and he directly roared: "Get out of !!"

He couldn't let these people in, or he might die!

Fetzel, who was standing not far away, also noticed the situation over there, and he frowned and walked slowly over step by step.

"Let's go! Let's go!" shouted the soldiers, but their eyes began to roll, and they kept backing away, and soon disappeared from the man's view.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a heavy shout suddenly came into his ears, scaring him into a daze.

The soldiers rushed in with their swords in hand, and with a vicious and excited laugh, they rushed in one after another.

Seeing this scene, Fetzel's eyes widened, and the ominous premonition in his heart suddenly rose, and he shouted angrily: "You guys come back to me!"

But suddenly there were roars and gunfire!

"Ah!!h

Bang! Bang!

He rushed to the door and froze when he saw the scene in the room.

A sword pierced the chest of a civilian, and two soldiers fell in a pool of blood screaming while the others gathered around and frantically packed coins into their pockets and bags.

"Mine!

"What's yours, I killed that person, so I should take more!"

They argued, completely ignoring their fallen colleagues, and their faces were full of madness.

This is not an isolated case......

Thoughts rolled in Fetzel's head, turning his face incredibly pale—certainly not an isolated case!

The drow elves put their muskets in the hands of the humans, and wanted the soldiers to kill them, and as for the money that the soldiers grabbed, as long as they won the war, wouldn't the money still go back to their hands?

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