Thick dark clouds obscured the cold moonlight, and tonight's night was exceptionally dark. Mick's "Wild Grass" manor fell into a deep slumber, and even the night watchman and janitor found a comfortable corner and slept beautifully.

People who have long been accustomed to laziness and comfort are not the slightest bit guarded, but they wait for a terrifying accident.

At midnight, there were several strange bird calls outside the manor, and then the gate of the manor was quietly opened from the inside. Hundreds of brightly armored soldiers poured in silently, and rushed to the outside of the main building before being hit by some unlucky guy who had risen up at night.

"Ah!!h

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

"Ah, where are the guards?"

"Oh no, it's the robbers who are here, run......"

The manor was suddenly in chaos, and the sounds of killing, crying, and breaking were intertwined, and the hearts of people were blocked.

Mick stood in the darkness at the top of the building, staring coldly at everything beneath his feet, the firelight shining on his face, making him look particularly gloomy.

"It's so ruthless that even women and children refuse to let go. Mick sneered.

"I told you a long time ago, they didn't want to stay alive. Andrea sat behind Mick and said lightly.

Mick turned around and asked suspiciously, "Do you really not know how to read minds, and how did you find out about that traitor?"

"A lot of times, it doesn't take magic to see people's hearts. ”

"Oh, can't you change the answer?" Mick's eyes were full of disbelief.

"People always want to hear answers they like, not the truth, don't they? Andrea gave a rare backlash.

"Escape? This is my territory, where am I going to flee to? Besides, although the fools below have more crooked thoughts, they are all my people anyway, what should I do if I escape from them?"

Andrea shook her head calmly: "You can't save them......"

Mick smiled self-deprecatingly, "At least I have to try, and don't I still have you?"

"After last night's battle, my magic has not recovered, and it is impossible to beat so many people. ”

"Then do your best and let the fate of heaven be. With that, Mick jumped off the roof and into the warband beneath his feet.

"Hey, don't use your strength, or you're likely to die!"

"Got it, that's verbose......"

Andrea stood on the roof in a daze, her heart suddenly throbbing, feeling that this scene seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

From time to time, faint fires erupted from the pitch-black main building, and red-eyed soldiers scurried in and out of the rooms, slashing at sight. Of course, they naturally won't let go of this great opportunity, and make a cameo appearance as a robber and loot the manor, which has little finance.

Three heavily armed soldiers rushed into Mick's office, and the three of them were immediately dazzled by the unruly magnificence.

"You two go outside and guard the door of the house, and no one is allowed to come in. The soldier at the head was a little clever, and he pulled up his helmet and winked at his two companions, who at once understood, and went out the door, and closed the door to prevent the other companions from coming to get a piece of the pie.

The soldiers in the room immediately turned into thieves and began to rummage through boxes and cabinets.

However, just as he was devoting himself to making a fortune, a flash of light suddenly flashed in the dark corner, and a fist-sized fireball shot out and slammed into the back of his head. He snorted and immediately fell to the ground.

Mick stepped out of the shadows and threw away the used magic scroll: "Damn, it's a shoddy ...... again"

The magic scroll may seem simple, but it is very cumbersome to make, and even with Andrea's guidance, Mick failed for an entire afternoon, and only managed to make three slightly decent defects after the sun went down.

In fact, in the final analysis, it is because Mick's magic foundation is too poor that he is so inefficient.

The hard work is completely disproportionate to the results. When Mick saw that he had only knocked the soldier unconscious, he was furious, and sneered and slapped the hapless man in the head.

Half a minute later, wrapped in thick armor, the thief soldier reopened the door to the study, tossed two large bulging bags to the two men waiting outside the door, and then pointed to the end of the hallway, motioning for them to look over there.

The two of them got the heavy burden, and their hearts suddenly bloomed, who cared if the person who came out was not their companion, and immediately touched the direction of his finger.

The man who had taken two steps before he heard a thud behind him, and he turned his head to see one of his companions slowly softening. Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw an unfamiliar face peeking out of another piece of armor, and the guy slammed into his head with a disgusting smile......

Ten minutes later, the shouts and screams in the main building had faded, and corpses were scattered all over the ground, and blood was trampled everywhere.

The main task of the soldiers also changed from cutting people to robbing and even demolishing ......

In the basement, a heavily armed soldier struggled to move the half-man-high barrel, and more than a dozen of them were stacked not far in front of him.

"What are you doing?" asked dissatisfiedly, leaning into the basement entrance.

"Sir, I'm looking for a secret passage!" replied the soldier carrying the barrel.

"Stupid pig, why don't you hurry up, there is a shortage of people outside, Mick's idiot doesn't know where to hide, he hasn't been found yet, he's really a mouse!"

"Yes, sir!" the soldier looked at the barrel that had not yet been moved, hesitated for a moment, and obediently followed the commander out of the basement.

"A few of you, go over there, you you, you, and you, go upstairs, you go to this room. ”

The commander calmly arranged his soldiers, and everything seemed to be in order, except for the guy who had just walked out of the basement and was still hanging out......

"Hey, I'm talking about you! What's your name?"

"My name is Beckman, sir. ”

"Okay Beckman, go and help, if you kid dares to be lazy again, I'll beat your ass to the flowers!"

"Yes, sir. ”

Seeing the guy disappear from his field of vision, the Commander finally nodded in satisfaction.

However, before he could last half a minute, he was interrupted by a muffled sound one after another.

"These little bunnies, even if it's a robbery, they should be gentlemen......"

The commander muttered to himself, but before he could finish speaking, there was another rumbling sound in the next room, this time as if the entire cabinet had been pushed in.

The commander finally couldn't help but ask, "Who is there?"

"It's me sir, I'm Beckman, the cabinet here is not very good quality, it collapsed. ”

“......”

"Bump!"

"Who is it this time?"

"It's my sir, I'm Beckman, and one of my colleague accidentally slipped and fell down the stairs. ”

“......”

"Boom la la ......"

"Who is it this time?"

"It's still me, sir, I'm Beckman, and the chandelier on the roof isn't very strong, and it falls down with a light pull......"

“......”

"Clang......"

"This time again...... I said, Beckman, what are you doing?"

The commander finally felt that something was wrong, and none of the soldiers he sent out had returned to his life, and no one had answered his questions, except for Beckman, who had a bit of a brain problem, of course.

But the problem was that he suddenly realized that he didn't remember a guy named Beckman in the barracks, and that he was still so ...... Particularly......

"You stand there and don't move, wait for me to come up!" the commander tightened his heart, slowly drew his sword, and molded it towards the place where Beckman made a sound.

He cautiously walked through the hallway, then alertly rounded the corner and ascended the stairs to the second floor.

There were no lights on the second floor, and he walked up from the bright first floor, his eyes showing a brief discomfort. At this moment, a red light suddenly lit up in the corner, and then something that I don't know what it was, burning with a raging flame, shot at him.

The commander was startled, and hurriedly held his sword across his chest, blocking the mass of things. He felt as if he had been hit by a stone, and subconsciously took a few steps back, the flying flames burning him almost from the hilt of his sword.

"Fuck you, it's a defective product again!" a figure jumped down the stairs and fled to the first floor not far in front of him.

With the faint light of the fire coming from the first floor, he could see clearly this time, wasn't that guy Beckman with a brain problem?

It turns out that he is really a spy!

The commander roared, ignoring the few small flames left on his body, and chased after Beckman with his long sword.

But Beckman is like a loach with a skater, not only is he a fast runner, but he is also very familiar with the terrain, and can even walk in the dark corridors. The commander chased him for a long time, but not only did he achieve nothing, but chased him farther and farther.

The commander suddenly felt a big loss of face, and a faint white light slowly rose from his body, which was the fighting spirit of a martial artist. With the blessing of Dou Qi, his speed suddenly increased several times, and the distance was close in less than ten seconds.

When Beckman saw the commander in pursuit, he immediately turned around and burrowed into the dark basement.

"Hmph, where are you going?" the commander sneered and chased Beckman's figure towards the basement. But when he slowly adjusted to the darkness of the basement, he was shocked to find that this place had long been empty, and where was Beckman's figure?

The commander searched around in a frustrated manner, only to find that there was a small ventilation window in the basement wall, from which the slippery head must have jumped.

"Little mouse, where else can you escape this time?" he stuck his sword in the ground and climbed up the wall in hatred.

Just as his head was poking out of the ventilation window, a wooden stick quickly enlarged in his eyes, and with a "bump", it slammed heavily on his head, and in a trance, he saw a barely handsome fellow, with a disgusting smile, holding a big stick, looking at him very innocently.

Mick took off his heavy armor, tore open the last magic scroll, and turned to run.

The fist-sized fireball passed through the ventilation window five meters away and landed onto the neatly stacked fiery oil in the basement.

A little light emerged from the pitch-black basement, followed by thunderous explosions and terrifying heatstreams. Mick, who was fleeing quickly, was thrown five or six meters out of the shock wave from the explosion and fell heavily on the grass. He didn't care about the pain all over his body, and immediately turned his head to look at Xiao Lou.

In his eyes, the small building where he had lived for nearly ten years was billowing with smoke, and had turned into a sea of fire, most of the outer walls were crumbling and collapsing, and the soldiers were constantly crying in pain from the fire, and occasionally someone could be faintly seen struggling and rolling in the flames, trying to survive in pain.

Mick sighed, even if there was still a glimmer of hope, he didn't want to choose to burn jade. But this is his territory, and even if he doesn't have enough strength, it's impossible to give up his territory to others.

Mick wiped his smoky face, sat down to the ground, looked up at the sky and gasped. I don't know when, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, revealing the vast stars.

Mick didn't have the heart to enjoy the night view, he was too tired, from last night to now, he hadn't eaten water and rice all day, his physical strength had already reached the limit, and the breath in his heart was released, he couldn't even move a finger, he just wanted to sleep quickly.

Just as Mick was relaxing, there was a jumble of footsteps in the distance, probably dozens of people.

"Master Dirk is here, and he has fought off the robbers!"

"Master Dirk defeated the bandits, don't worry!"

The crowd shouted and rushed in the direction of the main building.

Are there any other living people here, who are they trying to show for? Mick was very unimpressed by their self-amusement.

Of course, he knew that the so-called robbers tonight were Dirk's private soldiers, and Dirk first sent these private soldiers to kill everyone in the manor, and then pretended to come to the rescue and successfully defeated the robbers.

If it works well, he can take all of Norristown by killing the bandits. The premise is that Mick tragically dies in this chaos......

It's not that Mick doesn't want to escape, but after a maneuver just now, he is exhausted at this moment, and he can't move his legs at all. Even if he could run, he couldn't be faster than Dirk on a horse in the empty manor, even if the horse was skinny.

"Isn't this the honorable Viscount Beckman? What an accident, you are not dead, this is in fulfillment of the old saying, good people do not live long, and disasters live for a thousand years......"

Mick, who collapsed on the ground, was surrounded by dozens of soldiers, and Dirk, dressed in armor, was on his horse, teasing him with victory in his hands.

"You...... This crumb is not dead, how can I ...... First...... Die first?" Mick gasped heavily, but there was no tribal disadvantage in his mouth.

Dirk smiled contemptuously, he was too lazy to waste his words with the loser, raised his horsewhip and pointed at Mick, and lightly ordered: "Go a few people, quickly dispose of this dead dog, we will be the masters here as soon as the morning dawns." ”

Immediately several soldiers walked out of his side, smiling at each other, and walked towards Mick with their swords in hand.

At this moment, there was a sudden flash of fire in the sky, and fireballs burning with flames appeared out of thin air and smashed towards Dirk.

"Be careful!" Dirk was stunned, but a man flashed out of his back, chanting an obscure incantation, and between his hands one and the other, a thick light curtain blocked in front of him, and the fireball smashed on the light curtain and quickly extinguished, only two unlucky eggs were smashed by the fireball because they were not within the protection range of the light curtain.

"Level 3 Magic Fire Rain Technique?!"

"Level 3 Magical Arcane Defense?!"

Andrea and the man exclaimed at the same time, neither expecting to meet a magician in this backwood.

At this time, Mick had been pulled twenty meters away by Andrea's collar.

Seeing that the other party also had a magician, he asked Andrea uneasily, "Is that guy strong?"

"Only level 3, very weak ......"

"It's okay, it's okay......"

Mick was just relieved, but he heard Andrea say, "But my magic is only enough to put another level 3 magic......"