Wiggins and his party had quietly approached the camp of these pilgrims. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Undetected, Wiggins climbed a leafy tree for a condescending bird's-eye view of the camping area.

There were a few tents set up in the center, and a few idle prisoner vans were parked nearby, but there were bursts of crying from the back of the camp, looking very helpless.

From time to time, crows flew in the sky, as if to indicate to passers-by that this was the camp of the cursed, and a slight rustling sound could be heard in the trees not far away.

In the bushes only a dozen steps away from the hiding place of several people, a cultist was lightly beside the stump, but he did not know that the murder was coming.

Wiggins climbed down the trunk of the tree and silently sneaked behind the cultist, the sharp dagger in his hand unleashing an astonishing murderous aura.

"Tell me. How many of you are there?" Wiggins asked quietly, stepping forward and strangling the man's neck.

"What do you want to do? Come on......"

The dagger pierced his throat. Wiggins was a little disappointed by this result, so he had to signal the masked man and Deacon who were hiding nearby to prepare to storm the camp.

"People should be in tents," Wiggins whispered. "A surprise attack will work well, are you ready?"

Wiggins swung his iron sword and pointed it at the tents in the center of the camp, and Deacon hurriedly sharpened the blade of the double-edged sword, picked up a few throwing axes, and rushed forward.

The moment he stepped into the camp, he killed three patrolling pilgrims with his throwing axe, and several sentries who rushed to hear the sound were also killed by Deacon's sword, and the whole camp was suddenly turned upside down.

In order to cover the red-eyed Deacon, the masked man shot several crossbowmen in the distance with his bow and arrows.

Wiggins also took the opportunity to sneak into the tent, and with only a short dagger and his swordsmanship, he easily washed the pilgrims who had not had time to resist, and the splatters of blood stained the gray tent red.

When he got out of the camp, several cultists with iron swords surrounded him.

Without much thought, Wiggins swung his sword at one of the cultists, stabbing straight at him, only to be narrowly dodged by the other, but the next sword slashed straight through his chest.

The remaining cultists attacked in groups, but they didn't beckon, like a group of farmers who only knew how to slash at each other with their weapons.

Wiggins skilfully dodged the blades that slashed at him, looking for an opportunity to fight back.

The flawed cultists waved their weapons wildly, and soon Wiggins seized the opportunity to knock out a cultist who had recklessly charged at him.

The sneak attack was a success, and in just a few minutes, more than a dozen Dark Cultists had died at the hands of all three of them.

But a large number of new enemies appeared in the jungle not far away, and it seemed that a prisoner transport team had come to escort the captured villagers, and more than two dozen pilgrims swung their iron rods at the three of them.

"Come on! Die, bastards!" Deacon's throwing axe shattered the skull of a pilgrim on the spot, swinging his sword to slash at his enemies.

But the cries for help from nearby reached his ears, and Deacon broke through the way and went straight to the outskirts of the camp where the prisoners were being held.

Arriving at the other end of the camp, a ten-square-meter prison cell appeared in front of Deacon's eyes, with nearly thirty innocent civilians held behind steel railings.

Seeing this, Deacon gritted his teeth and carried a giant sword to the edge of the prison to find his relatives among the prisoners.

"Deacon, we're here, that guy has the key!" cried an old man in the cell, as if he was Deacon's father, and Deacon had targeted a fleeing cultist.

With great fury, the axe in Deacon's hand struck the fugitive more than ten meters away, and he chased after him and pulled the bloody axe from the pilgrim's back.

He searched the bodies of the pilgrims, then retrieved a set of keys and returned to the prison to free all the villagers.

"Heretics, apostles who killed the Lord of Darkness for no reason, lay down your arms and surrender, the great Dark God will forgive you, or you will be judged by us!"

"It's ridiculous! You are the ones who deserve to be judged, these inhumane cultists!" Wiggins confronted one of the elders of the pilgrims.

Due to the cultist's unbearable invective, Wiggins gestured, and the masked man, who was hiding nearby, drew his bow and shot the talker, and came to Wiggins' side.

"It seems that you are determined to be our enemy! Then look at it, this is the blessing we have received in the test of blood and fire!

As the pilgrims chanted some incantations, a black aura emerged from the ground and enveloped the cultists.

In the darkness, their eyes shimmered red, and the long sticks in their hands pointed directly at Wiggins and the masked guest.

"What power do you bastards have?" a scabbard flew from behind Wiggins, striking a pilgrim in the face, blood streaming from his flattened nose.

The next few arrows hit the cultists in front of them, and Mo Mo Cha and the others and several mercenaries they rescued also walked the forest path to Wiggins and the masked man.

The pilgrims were intimidated by the opposing formation, and began to instinctively retreat, and the red light in their eyes gradually dissipated, and the frenzy in their hearts was completely drowned out by fear.

Deacon led the rescued villagers into battle, and the enraged peasants mercilessly knocked down the cultists who had ransacked their homes, ending everything in an instant.

After the battle, Deacon rescued the remaining villagers, intending to sell his tavern, and then led some homeless villagers and refugees to the free city of Chanda to seek a livelihood.

As a token of appreciation, Deacon presented his falcon to Mo Cha and told him how to have some simple communication with the clever falcon.

Mo Cha naturally accepted the other party's gift with a happy face, and with this intelligent falcon by his side, his reconnaissance ability was unmatched.

As for the 50 dinars they had agreed upon, Mo Cha didn't ask for it, knowing that the refugees who had lost their homes needed the dinars even more.

Merck and Niza gathered the bodies of nearby pilgrims together and set them on fire.

Niza learned from several refugees that they were to be taken to a secluded place in the mountains west of Drehem, where many refugees appeared to be still being held.

The handsome bard decided to go and find out what was going on, so he discussed the next steps.

"I'm going to take a look at what they call a hidden location," Niza said. "You don't have to wait for me, continue to follow the masked man in search of treasure. ”

"We are a team, how can we leave our partners alone and take risks. Merck was going to go along.

"Count me in!" Wiggins responded.

However, with a look of disdain, Mo Mocha asked angrily, "Let me guess, you went to their lair just for Miss Valme, right?"

"This... It's a reason, but it's mainly to get to the bottom of the situation!" Niza stammered.

Obviously, the tea's guess was right, and the infatuated bard still couldn't let go of Valme's knot.

"We can put the treasure hunt on hold for a while. The masked man thought about it and made a decision. (To be continued.) )