Almost an hour had passed since the explosion, and now that silence had been restored all around, Adam had never appeared again, and if nothing else, he must have died. Therefore, Yang Long did not panic, and cautiously walked down the pit little by little from the edge of the big pit.

This pit was almost ten meters deep, and when Yang Long walked to the center of the pit, he only found half of the hilt of the sword exposed in the dirt. Looking at the surface of the soil that was clean and showing radial markings around him, Yang Long squatted down and barely grasped the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out completely with a strong pull.

But with such a pull, Yang Long staggered back several steps to avoid sitting on the ground. Originally, there were almost two hundred pounds of two-handed big sword, and the sword body with the handle was about two meters long, but now only a half-truncated sword of less than one meter remained.

And not only that, the blue-purple sword body, which was originally as smooth as a mirror, was now covered with dense cracks. The cracks are completely irregular, as fine and dense as an oil painting that has been crushed by a shredder and pasted together.

Bite!

With a flick of the sword blade with his hand, it looked like the big sword might shatter to the ground at any time, but Yang Long's fingers were almost injured by the shock force. It seems that this big sword is indeed very unusual, you must know that with Yang Long's current physical strength, it is not difficult to break the silver long sword that cost a gold coin before with one finger.

After carefully looking around again, and even digging into the ground using the broken sword as a hoe, Yang Long finally determined that even if anything was scattered on the ground, it would be turned into ashes in that explosion along with Adam.

"It's better than nothing" Picking up the broken sword, Yang Long took out the magic map and looked at it carefully, turned around and walked in one direction, and disappeared into the silent forest after a while.

On the other side, the Rip family's territory two hours ago.

Late at night, Carlin Castle family meeting room.

A tired Viscount Fam-Rip stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a pair of hands that were rough and powerful from practicing martial arts, completely ignoring the blood and filth, and holding out a round object from the cloth bag, which was the head of Haken who had been pale from excessive blood loss before his death.

"Hehe, well done!" Because of dealing with urgent territorial affairs, the viscount, who had not rested for several days, smiled for the first time, and looked at the falcon standing on the balcony not far away, which was more than half a meter high and waiting quietly, and couldn't help but feel good: "Come on! ”

The falcon was one of the two birds that accompanied Adam, and after receiving a report from the sergeant a few minutes earlier, Fam Rip had come to the balcony of the conference room to "meet" the big bird, and in addition to the human head that had just been removed from the sack, there was also a text message written by Adam.

Adam wrote that he had found the location of another enemy, and was rushing in that direction, and that in order to give peace to the Viscount, he had the falcon come back to report the news, and present the head of one of his enemies as proof.

"Count the time, that guy Adam is almost done, right?" Fam Rip muttered to himself, pressing his red and swollen eyeballs that had been unable to sleep for a long time, and was in a good mood to estimate the general situation of the battle.

As for the possibility of Adam's defeat, Fam Rip has long ruled it out. A fourth-order low-rank stormtrooper, with a rank and strength that greatly surpassed that of a young man who was less than the third order according to intelligence, it was a matter of course to win.

According to the followers of the priest's lineage in the territory, who examined the wounds of the corpse, the murderer of his brother's entire family had very good martial arts. But in front of the stormtroopers whose main inheritance is combat skills, an ordinary person who has no inheritance can't make a few waves even if he knows some small tricks.

What's more, Fam Rip had already given Adam the sword he had received when his father was canonized by the king. Even if the boy had the help of other companions, Adam would have been able to defeat the enemy with ease. A fourth-order stormtrooper with powerful weapons, even if it is Fam-Rip himself, can only guarantee undefeat with the strength of the fifth-order median.

The silver wolf meat was quickly delivered to the balcony of the conference room, and the falcon, who was already hungry, was not polite at all, and began to eat in large gulps. In a happy mood, Fam Rip walked into the conference room in a few steps, taking care of the mountain of official business on the spot.

In the past few days, traces of undead creatures have begun to appear around the Rip family's territory, and plagues have broken out in the three cities within the territory. Fam Rip has three strong men of the fourth rank among his followers stationed in every town with an army to deal with any possible crisis.

Supplies, plagues, finances, outsiders, and the undead were reported from all over the realm every hour, and the work without rest was unsightly for days. As a fifth-order median powerhouse, Fam-Rip was still able to hold on physically, but his spirit was already a little unable to support it.

The Viscount was in good spirits when Adam sent him, and in less than half an hour he had processed dozens of reports waiting for approval, and then he remembered that there was still a letter to be written, so he called the clerk who wrote the letter, and read it in the conference room.

"Your Excellency Lord Marquis Rivendell," said Fam-Rip, reading the contents slowly, while the clerk was engrossed in his writing. Fam Rip listened and thought about it from time to time, and when he saw that the silver wolf meat in front of the falcon was exhausted, he asked people to add it a few more times.

"Although the security of the territory is in jeopardy, I will definitely insist on guarding this place, and I ask the Marquis to give necessary assistance in the old situation" The letter was relatively long, and it was not written until more than twenty minutes later that it reached the end of the book.

Just as Fam Rip was about to become famous, he suddenly found that the falcon that was eating heavily hit a spirit, and his body stiffened and fell to the ground obliquely, without even making a chirp, the life in his eyes passed quickly, and finally became a corpse.

"How is that possible!?" Fam Rip shouted, and his relaxed body stood up, and a murderous aura instantly enveloped the entire conference room. The sudden death of the falcon may not be known to others, but he is well aware of Adam's loyalty, the Ranger's fellow beasts are closely connected to their masters, and when the Ranger dies, the beast will also die instantly.

This means that Adam is dead!

"Well, keep writing!" Fam Rip instantly adjusted, pretended not to care, sat down slowly, reprimanded the clerk with some anger, and continued to read: "There is an important fugitive who killed the baron who is missing, and he has attached a portrait for your lordship to pay more attention to it, so be it!"

After hurriedly adding a hateful remark, Fam-Rip quickly left the conference room without glancing at the bird corpse on the ground. If he continued to stay here, the death of his brother and close subordinates would make him lose his mind, and he couldn't care so much for the sake of his family.

"Hopefully there will be a day of revenge!" Fam-Rip, who was striding through the castle corridors with bloodshot eyes, muttered grimly.