"Lord Shaktor, isn't five hundred jinglers a bit much?

Boursolon's son has dazzling blond hair, which is completely different from his father's black hair, and there is a big difference in appearance, Shaktor has some doubts in his heart whether it is Boursolon's own child, and now, although he brought the ransom of five hundred gold graders, he is a little reluctant, so he tries to reduce some of it through negotiations.

"Give it to him!" Before Shaktor could speak, the eyes were deep and his face was haggard, and he tiredly but resolutely asked his son to hand over the ransom to Shaktor immediately, he did not want to stay in this place of shame for even a second.

"Whew!" "Yes, Father!"

His son was still a little unconvinced, five hundred jingels was really a lot of money, and his monthly expenses were only ten golds, but his father's words could not be violated, he took a deep breath and chose to give in.

"You can go, we haven't moved your carriage, I hope Your Excellency the Count will act in the future, and the dignity of the Bourbon family cannot be trampled on!"

Shaktor looked at the embarrassed Bulsolon with a condescending gaze, and his haughty tone made Bulsolon clench his fists.

"Let's go!" he was full of anger but did not dare to show it, and secretly swore that sooner or later he would give you a good look, and today's shame would be repaid a hundredfold!

The attendants who were arrested with him were also released, and Bul Solon, who had regained his freedom, quietly breathed a sigh of relief, he was also worried for a while that Lei Ming would not follow the rules and deal with him secretly, and now it seems that Lei Ming still needs to have some face.

"Father, they're too much!" said Bolsolon's son, who had dressed his embarrassed father, whispered, and he didn't dare to speak out loud before he had left Thundering's territory.

"Hmph, Lei Ming is stronger than I imagined, it is difficult for us to deal with him, so we can only secretly attack the people who go out, and at the same time wait for the opportunity, no family can always be strong, and there will be a chance to retaliate in the end of my life, son, learning to forbear is the most important lesson as a nobleman!"

Boursolon's eyes, blinded by hatred, regained his clarity, he had seen the situation clearly, and direct revenge was now a little weak, but when the Bourbons showed their weakness, he would pounce on them like a mad dog, and he understood very well the reason why the wall was falling down and everyone pushing.

The carriage left the territory and faded away, Shaktor stood on top of the watchtower and watched Boursolon's carriage through the dense grass, where there was a path that was repeatedly run over by the vehicles, he was not in a hurry at all, until the carriage was out of sight, he walked down the watchtower, and then disappeared.

"Be careful, the Bourbon family may make a move halfway, and it will be their own if they lose their lives when the time comes!" Away from the territory, Boursolon's spirit recovered a lot, he lifted the curtain of the carriage, and solemnly admonished the accompanying guards, although there were more than two dozen people in their group, he still felt a little unsafe, so he asked those guards not to be careless.

In the jungle, Shaktor easily sat between the two heads of the short and fat devil Hay, because the sacrificial Lady Bauhinia had the bloodline that the devil monarch was interested in, so Shaktor gained a very big harvest, and it became extremely easy to summon his old partner Hay, this middle-level devil that the devil monarch completely looked down on has basically become his personal belongings, and the real harvest is another contract, but it is not needed now, Shaktor consciously deals with Bulsolon and dispatches Hai Yi is enough.

He had already caught up with Boursolon's carriage, and they had not yet left the long Bourbon Canyon, and he was ready to find a suitable opportunity to strike.

There are many more beasts in the jungle near the canyon recently, and the breath of the horned demon is gradually weakening, and from time to time there are wild beasts sneaking into the canyon to hunt hares, but they have long been accustomed to making them dare not stay in the canyon for a long time, and they will immediately flee with a rabbit in their mouths, so those nobles who come and go do not find any clues.

The gnolls of the Kel's Forest regard predation of wild beasts as their main source of food, so following the movements of the beasts, a hunting team of more than thirty gnolls operates on the edge of the canyon, and then, they are bumped into by Shaktor!

Gnolls don't have very good brains, and they are especially greedy for food, especially when they meet weak opponents.

Their weakness was not reflected in their own combat effectiveness, but in the fact that food and equipment had worn them down, and the gnolls that Shaktor saw were all wearing aprons made of animal skins or leaves and bark, and they were so dirty that God knows how many lice there were! Their brown hair is knotted and blackened to look ugly, and the unstable food supply has caused them to be a little deformed, because they often did not have enough to eat when they were children, so most of their legs are slender and curved, which shows how miserable the gnolls who were banished by the werewolves to the Kel's Forest are mixed up.

However, Shaktor will never underestimate their ferocity, they will immediately turn into powerful bandits when they encounter Terran civilians, and they are the kind that kill people without blinking, because they will see humans as beasts, no different from other food, and weak food will always be welcomed by them.

Shak thought about it, and he came up with a brilliant idea, which was safer than he could have wiped out this group of people by himself!

He drove the chubby Hay to quickly touch behind the group of nonolls, and then suddenly rushed out, so tall and strong that Hay frightened them, the huge difference in size and the dangerous aura of Hay made them turn around and run without even thinking about it.

Moreover, this group of gnolls has no sense of unity in the face of danger, and the first thing that comes to mind is to run as fast as possible.

Driven by Shaktor's deliberate drive, Hay ran very slowly, and the gnolls rushed forward in a heap, and ran to the edge of the canyon without hesitation, rushing down in a swarm.

"What's that!Damn! We've met the gnolls!Can anyone tell me how there are gnolls in the canyon?" Bulsolon's guards had already seen the gnolls rushing towards them as they heard the movement, and they were panicked and overwhelmed, and they wanted to raise their weapons to fight, but they lacked the confidence to choose between two places.

"This can't be!" Bulsolon heard the shout and quickly pounced, just in time to see the gnolls surging down the gentle slope, in his eyes, this group of gnolls was menacing, indomitable, although he had some force, but he was only the weakest first-class knight, and he could not stop the murderous gnolls at all.

"Run, are you all stupid!" Bulsolon slapped the coachman in a frustrated manner, and then snatched the whip and slammed it on the horse, and the horse slammed forward in pain, and Bulsolon looked back in anguise, and saw that the group of gnolls were coming straight for the carriage, and kicked the coachman who was cowering aside.

The carriage rushed to the left and right as fast as it could, but it bent the way and plunged into the grass at once, and the black horse probably used too much force, and was tripped by the messy grass, and fell to the ground with great force, and the leg bone was broken, and the carriage turned on its side, and Boursolon was thrown very hard.

Because he shouted to run, the guards and attendants, worried that they would not be able to keep up with the frantic carriage, all desperately moved forward, bursting out with amazing potential, in the short time that the carriage rolled over, they had already surpassed the carriage a large distance, and when they turned back, they saw the jackals rushing over, their faces turned pale, and they had no courage to turn back and fight desperately, and they did not stop at all, burying their heads forward, without saying a word.

The jackal man excitedly rushed up, the coachman who was kicked off the carriage had been knocked out by them and grabbed in his hands, saw the overturned carriage and pounced directly, grabbed Bulsolon, and from the carriage of the carriage Bulsolon's huddled son also caught out, from here you can see the bad nature of the jackal, even when running away, seeing the prey can not control their greed, looking back to find that the monster chasing them is gone, they even do not let go of the horse with a broken leg, and are in the mood to bite the horse's artery with their sharp teeth, taste a mouthful of hot horse blood。

Moreover, they are not satisfied with such a little prey, human beings are very weak in their eyes, which can be seen from the fact that they desperately run away as soon as they appear on each other, and they have not encountered the slightest resistance in the process of being caught by them, and they are not as good as a rabbit that will desperately kick their legs, so they set aside a part of their men to pursue those who escaped.

Shakdo hid at the edge of the forest, he could clearly see the scene in the canyon, he also thought that he might need to make up for the last time, but he didn't expect it to come more smoothly than he imagined, the gnoll ran at about the same speed as the group of guards, and the durability was not necessarily comparable to that of humans, as long as there was perseverance, they would definitely be able to escape, but Shakdo was not worried at all, these escaped people were the ironclad evidence that their territory did not murder Boursolon, they would put all the blame on the gnolls after escaping, everything was done by those gnolls, and everything had nothing to do with him！

Bulsolon wanted to ask for mercy, but those jackals couldn't understand what he was saying, seeing him open his mouth to make a sound, he thought he was provoking, and was immediately beaten into a pig's head, and his teeth were knocked out, seeing that there was no hope of begging for mercy, Bulsolon still wanted to resist, and then those ferocious gnolls stuck their sharp claws into their necks, and the blood gushing out was licked by them with a grin.

Bulsolon's son and the coachman fainted in anger, but this did not save them, and the gnolls brutally broke their necks and dragged them away.

Shaktor witnessed the whole process, and he looked at the gnolls a little differently, these gnolls were a disaster for ordinary farmers!