Dry and dead trees protrude from the soft soil.

Grayish-white, rotten shrubs curled and drifted to the shore.

The skeletons of some of the critters were half-buried in the swamp and on the shore, some of them had recently died, and patches of fur were still attached to their bodies.

Dead birds lay under bare red willow branches, and young turtle carcasses float in the swamp.

The place where the predator and the prey died were not far from each other.

The shriveled but powerful palm reached out, and the demon kobold pulled out the "food" from the mudflat.

He didn't care about the sand and germs that were sure to be there, and swallowed it all in two clicks.

After escaping from the powerful Count of the Devil, he sneaked all the way to this place and went into hiding.

It wasn't until he had just received a new order from his master, Hemtar, the embodiment of the Worm Tyrant, that the Assassin began to eat a little to replenish his strength to carry out his mission.

"The aristocratic merchant who fled ......" stared at the harbor about half of the Palesan beach, watching the large and small ships moored there keep raising their sails, and the demon kobold pouted, "...... Just kill a few to make the panic boil. ”

This is the case with Hermtar's new assignment.

After feeling a little full, the demon kobold stopped eating. Like a dragonfly, he swept along the mudflats of red willows, and with the help of the mist in the morning light, he pounced on the "prey" he had chosen.

And at this time, as the largest commercial port in Beit City, it has begun to become a little chaotic with the influx of people.

When the Iron Rider was raging before, the main road in Lingang District had been "forcibly demolished".

Although the Praetorian Guards cleaned up the Iron Rider and the Ogre brothers, and even led people to capture the Iron Rider's chief Parajon alive, they still felt that the road was very difficult to walk after the Merdiqi nobles and wealthy wealthy merchants entered the city one after another.

In addition, the port area was originally the residence of many dock workers and sailors, but now that the demons are in turmoil and their homes have been destroyed, these people naturally drag their families and run towards the port, the passage out of the city that they are more familiar with, to avoid danger.

The road is damaged, the flow of people is crowded, how can a "road difficult" can be exhausted.

"Hurry up and get out of the way, make way for my lords, you useless pariahs!"

A man who looked like a butler scolded angrily, waving a leather whip to drive away the city's citizens blocking the road, and the floggers were all dock workers, who looked at each other's clothes, and dared not speak angrily.

Not far behind the butler, twenty heavily armed servants were all holding lanterns and swords unsheathed. The light of the lantern shone brightly above the scales and blades.

And the "adult" in the mouth of the housekeeper was standing in the middle of this group of family members at this time, and he was tightly surrounded.

The "adult" is a young man in his thirties. As a nobleman, he has an extraordinary bearing, maintains a very good physique, and is obviously strict with himself. He has a thin face, resolute facial features, an upturned mustache, and the corners of his mouth seem to have a disdainful curvature.

On its head, it wears a helmet with two curved horns, a dark green shirt, black breeches, a matching bolero, and a dark green cloak. Although it is not visible from the outside, it also wears a light set of enchanted chain mail inside.

The "heavily armed" aristocratic lord frowned and waved impatiently at one of his servants.

The man nodded, and walked towards the crowd ahead, the heels of his metal boots clanging against the stone-paved road.

The rest of the family pointed their lanterns in front of them. Some of these lanterns have a focusing function that pierces the early morning mist and illuminates the road.

"Mr. Butler, you still don't have to bother talking," the housekeeper who stepped forward took out the sharp blade on his waist, made a "cangchang" sound, and danced a knife flower in front of him, "How much more effective it is to use a knife to speak against these untouchables......

Just as he was pretending to slash and scare the crowded citygoers, a large powerful hand suddenly poked out of the mist, like crushing a dead branch, and with a slight grip, the family's weapon was reduced to pieces.

The frightened aristocratic man hurried backwards, running all the way to his companions, the soles of his boots scraping sparks on the stone floor. The guards gathered around the nobleman, trying to pull him back to safety. The lanterns swirled along the path like a ball of fireflies as they moved with the hand-holder.

"Who are you, and why are you sneaky......

Coming out of the mist, the huge figure of the ogre strong man made the aristocrats who were questioning decisively shut their mouths.

However, he soon stopped worrying that the other party was a demon, for he saw an acquaintance, the "pot-bellied" general of Medici, an old friend of the young aristocratic father, and the general's personal guard standing behind the ogre.

"Why are you here?"

Although the pot-bellied general was wide and fat, his eyesight was not bad, so he could also see the young nobleman's face clearly, so he asked out loud.

"Uncle Regis," the nobleman greeted before replying, "the city is now in disarray, and we have been notified by the Janissaries that the nobles and propertied people should be evacuated on their own, so I would like to withdraw to the Kafka......"

Hearing the explanation of the young nobleman in front of him, the ogre strong man Naru spat disdainfully, "Deserter." Then he turned to his brother Blue and asked, "I remember that you used to be in charge of military discipline, and when you faced deserters, how did you usually deal with them?"

"Forget about Ling Chi, it's too troublesome. Decapitation or tearing, depending on the situation and my mood......" Blue thought for a moment and replied.

The conversation between the two ogre brothers made the young nobleman instantly angry, and if it weren't for the presence of the pot-bellied general, he would have made people rush forward and put the two monsters down first.

If the lord is humiliated, the minister will die.

Hearing that their master had been insulted, the armed men were the first to become angry, believing that the other party was just a two-headed ogre who dared to speak out because he was serving in the American imperialist army.

"How daring, monster!"

"I want to tear the foul mouths of you monsters!"

......

All kinds of foul language poured out before their actual actions, although some Ogre in the Medici dialect could not understand it, but by looking at their tone, they knew that it must not be a good word.

Suddenly, a gust of morning wind blew away some of the fog, and dozens of behemoths—camel shamans, polar bear people, and sacrificial figures appeared on both sides of the street, faintly surrounding the young nobles in the center.

The scene turned cold in an instant, and there was silence for a while.