The burly mercenary's head gurgled down the hill. The body shook a few times and then fell.

A figure appeared next to his constructed warhorse. An emaciated figure, as if the wind could blow it away.

His body loomed in a cloud of black mist, and a pale palm was slowly retracting. Blood was still dripping from the edge of the palm. Subtle metallic sheen.

"Who are you?" The rest of the mercenaries were shocked and asked urgently.

"The one who sent you to the Grim Reaper." The figure replied, and the black mist swayed a few times, revealing a pale face, what kind of face was that, there was almost no muscle under the pale paper-like skin, leaving only the outline of a skeleton. The eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the small eyes shone with a cold light.

Several mercenaries were startled for a moment, and then shouted. "Lord Vasso, why are you here?"

The 'Night's Watch of the Shadows' Vasso is one of the witchers who followed the three 'noble sons' to the outpost this time, and is in the middle of the awakening level.

Vasso glanced at them, a grim smile on his face. "I'm going to kill you."

As he spoke, his black mist suddenly expanded, swallowing up the mercenaries, and only by hearing the piercing sound and the mercenaries shouting and scolding came from the black mist, as if they were engaged in a fierce battle. But after a few moments, the sound subsided, and one of the mercenaries staggered and withdrew.

I saw that his body was full of wounds like a baby's mouth, and a large amount of blood flowed out of them, staining his body red. In his chest, a large hole is clearly visible, but the heart inside is gone.

"You...... This one...... Demon. ”

The mercenary staggered to his knees, but his eyes were full of hatred. "You...... No...... Succeeded. ”

Jessica ...... It's gone far. ”

The black mist condensed, and Vasso's figure emerged from the black mist again, his fingers dripping with blood, and in his palm was a heart. "Do you think I'm here to get that girl?" He said this to the mercenary, a faint sneer on his face. "No, I'm just here to have fun. You are my target. ”

"For ...... Why? The mercenary's eyes were blank, and he didn't expect such an answer.

"Because, Emily is a nuisance. In order to gain control of the outpost, she must be weakened. And you are the obstacle. Vasso said with a smirk, putting his heart to his mouth and sniffing it. Revealing a look of intoxication. "Look, what a fresh source of power...... Only the heart of the strong will be so delicious. I have accepted your offerings. ”

Poof, the mercenary fell to the ground, his eyes wide and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. His life was leaving him, and he was finally plunged into darkness.

Blood spread from beneath him, staining large swaths of the ground red.

The black mist swayed, and Wasso appeared below the hills. Haas and the others hurriedly bowed their heads and saluted respectfully. "Lord Vasso."

"Well done." Vasso complimented. I put my heart to my mouth and licked it. "You've made a difference for me."

"Everything is the power of adults." Haas replied fearfully. He was scared of Wasso, especially Wasso in this state. Few people know that Wassel is also a member of the Black Swan Club. It's just that he doesn't like 'perfect' art, he likes 'hunger'. In his eyes, there is nothing that cannot be eaten, and naturally includes people.

Of course, Haas knew all this, so he was afraid.

"My lord, let's go after Jessica." Haas licked the corners of his mouth. "Although she is not the main target, if you can catch her, not only can you make the young master happy, but also use it as a bargaining chip to blackmail Emily."

"No need." Vasso crooked his mouth. Said disdainfully. "With your speed, Jessica is already running away. Do you think Master Winkton didn't think about that? You are just bait, and naturally there are other people to complete the task. ”

"Who is it?" Haas was stunned. He is the young master's personal entourage, but he can only be used as bait?

"Mossac, of course."

"Master Sicks' man," Haas was shocked. "Why...... Will Master Sicks intervene? ”

"Because this matter is not a matter of Young Master Winkton's family." Vasso replied with a sinister smile, his body gradually disappearing into the black mist. "The Stelle outpost is the most likely passage to merge into the Depths. No one would let go, and we wouldn't want to take this step if Emily wasn't too dangerous. ”

"But it doesn't matter, as long as it's within the framework of the rules, I think Emily can only endure it even if she is unwilling. I really want to see her go crazy...... ......"

In the laughter, the black mist exploded, and Vasso's figure disappeared without a trace.

At the foot of the hill, only Haas's group of men and horses remained, looking at each other from all sides.

"Even Lord Mossack made a move?" Haas's face twitched, a terror flashing in his eyes. "I'm so sad for that girl."

…………………………

Meanwhile, on the road ahead, Jessica's carriage was still galloping. Jessica swayed in the carriage, drowsy.

There was still some distance from her destination, and she couldn't hold on. As an ordinary person, although Jessica has excellent qualities and mentality, going through these still makes her too tired. The ugly faces appeared one by one in front of her eyes, making her feel terrified and disgusted.

The night wind was howling outside the window, and the carriage was already running to its highest speed. The hooves of the horses rumbling on the ground, but they couldn't drive away Jessica's tiredness.

Leah was already asleep, and the little girl was even weaker than Jessica, and could not withstand the fatigue of the journey. On her shoulder, the little flower essence was wrapped in a small piece of felt sleeping incense, and saliva was dripping from her mouth.

Jessica struggled to open her eyes, picked up a piece of felt and covered it for Leah, and shrank herself into the corner of the carriage. But just as she was about to close her eyes, she suddenly felt a huge earthquake under her feet, and the whole carriage came to a sharp stop. The violent inertia pushed her forward, and involuntarily hit the carriage in front of her.

"What's the matter?" Jessica screamed.

No one answered, and the carriage came to a quiet halt in the middle of the road, with a long brake line pulled out from behind. The four wheels emitted thick white smoke, but they couldn't advance half a minute anyway.

Because the constructed war horse that pulled the cart had been grabbed by one hand.

A man's hand.

Jessica's pupils contracted suddenly, barely believing her eyes. How strong is the impact of the constructed warhorse? Coupled with the kinetic energy of the carriage galloping, it will actually be held up by one hand? Could this man be ......

"I'm sorry, Miss Jessica. You can't go any further. ”

In the dark night, the man slowly raised his head, revealing the metal face under the hood, and said coldly.

Then he put his fingers together and crushed the head of the constructed warhorse.