Earl Watson stood silently, stunned at the woman's head on the stone slab. The ground next to it was covered in blood and pieces of flesh. Her entire body was shredded, and visceral bowels and stuff were everywhere. More than a dozen Dark Warriors, the guards responsible for the defense of the prisoner of war camp, were crouching next to them and munching. They ate happily and contentedly, and their faces were originally filled with a sense of happiness, but it was only after the appearance of Count Watson that their expressions gradually became terrified. They could clearly see the Count's fury surging through his body, his lips and facial muscles tense like rocks. The dark warriors who were having dinner stood up and quietly retreated to the side. However, they are still reluctant to throw away the pieces of meat and bones in their hands, and there are a few rather cunning fellows who are sneaking the pieces of meat into their pockets, bowing their heads and sucking the human blood stained on the back of their hands.

Count Watson saw the guard he had sent. It was standing in the middle of a group of dark guards, looking at itself with a puzzled gaze. This guy has a piece of intestines in his mouth, which should be the small intestine to be exact. The thick yellow digest is slowly dripping out of the intestinal management and falling on the dusty ground, like oil gradually melting in high temperatures, but it looks dirty and emits a strong fishy smell.

"You, what are you doing?"

Earl Watson heard his voice trembling. It wasn't because of fear, it was anger that was intense.

His favorite food was eaten like this. This kind of thing is simply unforgivable. Count Watson had the urge to tear these guys apart one by one and feed them to the dogs. Well! It's not for dogs, it's for corpses roaming the wilderness.

Everyone turned their heads and focused their eyes on the Earl's personal guard. Obviously, it was it who took the lead in doing this, that is, the culprit.

Facing Count Watson's eyes that were almost breathing fire, the Dark Guard only felt his legs tremble unconsciously. It hurriedly swallowed the intestines in its mouth, and hurriedly said, "Master, this ...... I, I'm carrying out your orders. ”

"My orders?"

Count Watson gritted his teeth viciously, trying to control the urge to jump up and screw off this guy's head. He could hear the sound of grinding his teeth and roaring fiercely, "I didn't give you an order to eat this woman. Never! She's mine! ”

In the last two sentences, Watson's tone was particularly heavy. Suddenly, all the dark warriors present were in chaos. They whispered, their faces full of panic and fear. Despite the low volume of these words, Count Watson understood the meaning: all of them were instigated by the Dark Guard, who told everyone that he could not eat this woman alone. If you're interested in having a late-night snack, do it yourself.

Of course, as the Earl's personal guard, it still retains some essential sanity. It told everyone that the Earl's share must be kept for this dinner. This is a very beautiful human female, and the brain should taste good. Therefore, no one was allowed to touch the head, and Count Watson would make it tomorrow's breakfast.

"You, you said, let me, I, I, I stop by any means, stop that damn voice. You say, you need, you need to be quiet, you need to sleep. ”

The poor dark guard had been stammering, his face pale with fear, and he couldn't pronounce words very clearly: "When I came, this woman kept screaming, and her voice was very loud. She said that the wound after the severed arm hurt and left, and I told her to shut up. But...... But she shouted louder. She asked me to give her some painkillers, or simply accept her life, so that I would no longer suffer from this pain and not make any sound. I think her words are very reasonable, and they are in line with your request, Lord Earl. So, I cut off her head. ”

At this, the Dark Guard swallowed hard in his throat and said, "She's fresh and looks delicious." If you leave it until tomorrow morning, the meat will be cold and hard and tasteless. The bodies of the dead must be disposed of, and you have not had any specific instructions on this, my lord. I think it's a waste to chop such a beautiful piece of food into pieces and stick it on the ground as a ritual offering. So, so, so ...... I just, I ate her. All people, all the brothers here can testify, I didn't lie, every word is true. ”

This is a normal and coherent answer. The Dark Warriors who participated in the dinner all nodded their heads, echoing the Dark Guard's words. Among these sounds, the most frequently used words are "fresh" and "wasteful". This shows that when it comes to food, all dark creatures see and understand the same.

Count Watson felt like he was about to go mad.

Yes, I did give such an order. Watson wasn't an idiot, he remembered it well: he ordered the dark guard to see what was going on with that voice? Then, shut up the guy who made the sound completely.

In the dark world, the social status of ordinary warriors is equivalent to that of commoners in the human empire, or paupers. From the moment they are born, the most relevant training they receive is combat and survival skills. Many of the Dark Warriors are illiterate and have no understanding of the different ways to solve specific problems. Because, it's not needed for them at all. Humanity has a huge advantage in science and technology, and the Dark World can only compete with the Human Empire by creating a large number of basic warriors. It takes at least five years to train a dark warrior to learn knowledge and culture. However, cultivating them to become a killer, or a special ability in combat, is at most half a year. As long as they are taught how to kill, and then put into the gray area, or go directly to the dark army to serve, and evolve in battle after battle, they can become the best killer machine.

Is it necessary for a dark warrior with a murderous desire to be literate?

The answer, of course, is no.

Of course, this basic concept is absolutely indispensable for the respect and obedience of the strong. In any case, cultural programs are not included in the dark education program. This leads almost all dark warriors to know nothing, to know nothing, and to act entirely on instinct and combat awareness. If they must be educated in this area, then they will no longer be warriors, but will serve other members of society in the upper echelons of the dark world. For example, a housekeeper, a waiter, an engineer or a teacher.

All in all, these dark warriors under Count Watson, and even some of the dark knights, are all illiterate old men, a group of barbarians who only know how to kill people and cut people, and then eat people. As far as the battle itself is concerned, of course, there is no problem, and it is true that such a group of brainless guys who can only rush forward are needed as cannon fodder. However, when it comes to actually carrying out certain detailed instructions in non-combat situations, their brains are not so good and can be described as extremely stupid.

Earl Watson looked sadly at the head on the stone slab, at the mess of human flesh and blood on the ground. It can't blame, or even punish, the Dark Guard. In its muscular brain, the understanding of stopping sound is limited to killing. It's right, it's yourself who is wrong.

I shouldn't be lazy and leave the problem to such an idiot. What has it done now?

Count Watson felt that an incomparably precious object had been smashed before his eyes.

In the TV series of the Human Empire, there have been many evil plots of lowly and vulgar servants and workers who wantonly violated the noble and beautiful hostess. Count Watson had seen some, and it had always felt that such a thing was nothing short of a disaster, the most complete destruction of refinement by barbarism. Those stenching foods all over the body actually stained the delicate and delicious top-notch dim sum. It's like a lump of poop mixed into piping hot white rice, or poured over freshly cooked tender steak as the world's most disgusting seasoning...... Unforgivable! It's unforgivable!

Count Watson's desire for a high-ranking maid was stronger than ever. It has never been more regretful. If there had been a darkly-educated maid by his side, or a personal attendant who could grasp his intentions, things would not have turned out like this today.

As he held the cold human beauty head in his arms, Count Watson swore that he would save as much money as he could, even if it was a high price, and that he would get a dark maid who could follow his orders in the wilderness.

……

Su Hao did not stay in Laltasendoga, he used telecommunication to summon some servants from Konoha Town, reported the progress of the incident to the Legion headquarters, and recorded the scene of the tragedy. After doing this, Su Hao led two combat squads, rode in infantry fighting vehicles, and chased all the way along the traces left by Count Watson's team.

Watson walked in time. In the abandoned camp of the dark creatures, Su Hao saw a large pile of gnawed human bones, as well as the mottled blood stains on the ground that had turned black.

Slash and kill corpses with a chainsaw sword, without the slightest feeling of fighting. Doing so is like using your fingers to push down stacks of bricks, and there is no difficulty in doing so, only the nausea caused by dirty rotten liquid and rotten flesh splashing on your body.

Among the subordinates assigned to Su Hao by the "Iron Warriors" legion, there are some tracers who are responsible for long-distance tracking. This title is appropriate for them, and it is not an exaggeration. With the help of natural light, the legionnaires carefully searched the ground. They are the best hunters in this world, and they know almost all about the origin of a qiē trace. This is also one of the special skills that Legionnaires must learn. Dark creatures are very cunning, and only by understanding the traces they leave behind can they truly find the direction in which they have left.

As a team commander, Su Hao doesn't need to understand this kind of thing, he just needs to understand that orders should be given at specific times. He watched the warriors silently until a burly legion sergeant strode over and handed him a piece of paper that had been burned by the fire, leaving only a small half.

"Only the world of darkness would use paper made in this way."

The sergeant said seriously, "While in Lartasen, we found the special aura of a dark nobleman in the ruins. It is supposed to be eaten there and then excreted too. It is not difficult to find information about an individual's target in urine and feces. It's like we humans use blood samples for identity testing. That particular smell, as well as the cell samples, were recorded. Here again, we find the same clue. It is supposed to be a Dark Earl, and there is no way to lie about this because of the powerful ingredients in cytokines. It touched the paper. I don't know why I want to burn it, but the information left on it should help us in the future. ”

Su Hao took the piece of paper, the black traces of the burned were very obvious, and the whole piece of paper was already brittle. It appears to be a map, with a lot of jumble lines and place names and area extents in Dark World script. In the lower right corner of the piece of paper, there is a zigzag black line ending in a circle, and three words are specifically noted in deepened text next to it: "Konoha Town".

"The other party's target seems to be us?"

Su Hao frowned, his eyes fixed on the location of Konoha Town marked on the piece of paper: "What do these dark creatures want to do?" Attacking us? Or is it something else? ”

"If they choose to attack, it's simply the stupidest move in the world."

Priest Torugal walked over, glanced at the piece of paper in Su Hao's hand, and laughed softly: "Our defense force is built according to the level of the legion. Regardless of the materials used or the design, it is equivalent to the top of the equipment. Unless it is a dark army of more than half a million ranks, it is impossible to capture our stronghold. They can't rush in by any means, and at best, we're losing our defenders. However, in comparison, the Dark World will have to pay at least an extremely heavy price to occupy the surface part of Konoha Town. For them, the gains simply outweigh the losses. What's more, our communication with the Corps Headquarters has always been open, and support is always available. The purpose of setting up a military fortress in Konoha Town is to ensure the source of zircon in the space field of H Bing993. The creatures of darkness are not fools, and they should understand that there is no point in attacking a spatial teleportation channel. Even if we occupy Konoha Town, we can rebuild the spatial passage in a new place. The only difference is that the new passage must consume a lot of supplies. This is not usually done when the original passage has not been abandoned, or has been destroyed. ”

Su Hao nodded: "In other words, their target is not us?" ”

"Not necessarily!"

The voice of apothecary Zhang Zhongyuan sounded next to him: "Not all dark creatures have rational minds. Madness and anger often lead them to make bad choices. This sort of thing is not uncommon. Of course, I'm just proposing a kind of construction, a kind of reference. The specific situation still needs to be based on the comparison of intelligence before the final conclusion can be drawn. ”

Su Hao's brows furrowed slightly, of course he knew that Zhang Zhongyuan was reminding him out of kindness, and his eyes immediately fell on the piece of paper in his hand. Su Hao found that just north of Konoha Town, there was another residual black line. Judging from the distance and location, it should be the emerging city under the name of Count Thoma, Oviado.

Su Hao had never seen Dark Earl Watson, and it was impossible for him to understand the Earl's painful inner feelings at the moment. However, leaving such a map on a piece of paper produced by a dark world is obviously not out of a special hobby of art. The paper was not large, and about half of the burned part was burned. The remaining part shows that the map should be arranged horizontally on the paper. Based on this point of view, Su Hao judged that the other half that was burned should have recorded the human settlement of Lartasen, which had already been destroyed.

Reasoning tends to string together many seemingly unrelated things. For example, now, Su Hao thought of the ruins of Lartasen, and naturally thought of Konoha Town and Oviado City.

Standing in the opposite position, Su Hao felt that if he was the dark nobleman who went out to raid, he would definitely not let go of the other two human towns in the same area. In terms of the defender's toughness and benefits, any dark nobleman in his right mind would only choose to attack Oviado.

Su Hao pondered for a moment: "Leave a scout team to continue tracking the traces." They leave much faster than we think. This place is close to the edge of the dark world, and it is dangerous, and all kinds of unpredictable situations can arise at any time. Make a note of all relevant information and materials, and request the Clan Headquarters repository to give us access to them. We'd better wait a little longer and be a little patient. Raltasen's revenge must be avenged, and those dark mongrels must die. However, if they have any extra moves before that, I think ...... They should be given that chance. ”

Priest Torugal shook his head at the new command, and quipped, "You are much more evil than you seem. I'm sorry I used the word "evil" for you. But I think it's very apt. ”

"Maybe you're right."

Su Hao responded calmly: "I just don't like the feeling of someone stabbing a knife in the back." Those guys in Oviado City must have wanted to calculate us from the beginning. There were certain flaws in the laws of the empire, and since there was no way to curb them through formal means, it was necessary to adopt some legal but unreasonable measures to deal with them. I don't have any connection to the dark world, and I'm not the one in charge of the security of that area. Torugal shook his head and teased, "You're much more evil than you seem." I'm sorry I used the word "evil" for you. But I think it's very apt. ”

"Maybe you're right."

Su Hao responded calmly: "I just don't like the feeling of someone stabbing a knife in the back." Those guys in Oviado City must have wanted to calculate us from the beginning. There were certain flaws in the laws of the empire, and since there was no way to curb them through formal means, it was necessary to adopt some legal but unreasonable measures to deal with them. I don't have any connection to the dark world, and I'm not the one in charge of the security of that area. ”