General Karbudistav threw aside the grace of the elves, and ran wildly through the streets, and a group of soldiers chased after him with their weapons, and although they were in a hurry, the order of the procession was not in the slightest. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info whenever this happens, all the subordinates will feel that the IQ of the lieutenant general has decreased.

The major who reported the news had already come at a gallop, so he was left far behind by this group. When General Karbudisdav arrived at the West Gate, he was no longer visible.

"Where's the head?" asked General Karbuddisdav, shouting at a soldier standing guard. The soldier was startled at first, and his saluting hand was halfway raised, and then he changed his function and pointed in one direction.

It was a tall wooden flagpole with a vague head on it, and the position was so high that even the discerning General Bukar Budisdav couldn't see it clearly, and I really didn't know who put it on it.

"Cut off the flagpole! Quick!" he ordered a soldier, who immediately drew his saber and knocked the flagpole over in two blows.

The flagpole tilted at an angle, and the head fell, and General Karbdisdav hurried to wait below, and when the head was still three yards away from him, General Karbdisdav saw his face clearly.

"It's not...... Your Excellency ......" The soldier next to him breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the lieutenant general, and he stretched out his head and grabbed the man's hair so that he would not break it on the ground.

"Who is this man?" asked the soldier as he grabbed the man's head, the man's eyes were closed, his face was pale from the loss of blood, he was not very old in appearance, and the cut in his neck was very flat, as if it had been cut by something very sharp. Everyone looked at each other, and no one knew this person.

Bukarzebdisdav looked closely at the cut on his neck and frowned. A lieutenant colonel, a lieutenant colonel who had arrived in a hurry, also looked at the neat cut - the head had been slashed from the back of the head, and the knife was between the third and fourth joints at the back of the neck, so clean and neat that it did not hurt even the bones. The back of the head's head was not stained with splattered blood, and it was apparently a master who killed him, removing his head before the blood from his neck spurted out.

Just as they were inspecting the head, a carriage passed by them, and the red-haired young man driving the car saw the head's face, and his face immediately changed. He was slumped on the chair, the reins in his hands trembling, and he didn't know if it was the horse or his hands shaking.

"You're in charge of investigating the identity of this skull, and report back to me by noon tomorrow. General Karbudisdav handed the head into the hands of the lieutenant colonel, turned and said, "Let's go!"

As soon as he turned around and saw the carriage, the young man driving the car immediately calmed down when he turned this way. Even so, he aroused the suspicion of the lieutenant general, and at this time there were not many people who would drive the carriage on the road, and the passes of nobles with such qualifications were all issued by General Karbdisdav. However, the carriage did not have any family insignia familiar to the lieutenant general.

"Stop!" Karl Budisdaf walked over, "show your passes!"

The young man took the reins, and the carriage stopped. He jumped out of the car, bowed, and pulled a letter from his bosom.

The young man was tall, his eyes were a beautiful blue lake, and he did not look like a coachman from his resolute and resolute countenance. The act of getting out of the carriage, bowing, and handing the letter to General Karbdisdav smelled of a coachman.

Karl Budisdav vaguely felt that this young man seemed to be a little familiar, but for a while he did not remember who it was, and he had been busy for a while now, and forgot that the appearance of a noble old man's coachman was more normal.

The letter in the man's hand immediately caught his attention, which read:

"For the benefit of the Holy Celestial Empire, the holder of this document did what he was supposed to do, and he and his retinue were unimpeded within Dawn City, protected by the Celestial Bandit Legion.

Musang is remarkable

1173 Foggy Month 14th. ”

The date on it is written in today's handwriting, which is familiar to Karbdisdaf, and it is indeed the excellent handwriting of Musang, and there is also the official seal of the Heavenly Bandit Legion on it.

"Who are the people in your car?" General Karbdisdav was suspicious, this note was too strange, he had never seen His Excellency the General early in the morning, but the person in front of him had a note from His Excellency the General himself, and the authority was still very large.

"Well, that's an elven like you...... He was cursed by evil spirits, and another lord commanded me to send him out of the city. The coachman said that there were several coughs in the carriage, and the head of a sickly-faced elf protruded from the curtain of the door.

General Karbudisdav took a step back, he felt the strong, decadent aura of death in the elf, and he saw the face pale from disease under the head with silver threaded hair in medium length.

"Is there anyone else in there?" said General Karbudisdaf, who had always loved cleanliness.

"No, my lord, who would want to stay with the Black Death?"

"Who told you to send him out?"

"A man with fiery red hair, this note was given to him, my lord. The man said.

General Karbudisdav was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "That man has silver eyes, and where is the other?"

"Yes, he is now in Madame Cronson's house in the west of the city. ”

"Sure enough, it's a recurrence of an old disease!" thought General Calbuddisdaf, the strange feeling that the note had caused him, "that Madame Cronçon is probably a great beauty!"

When General Karbudisdaw had heard this, he led the men to run towards the place where the man had spoken, and he could not hear the repeated exhalations in the carriage after he had run away—the young man driving the car was Aoman in disguise, and there was not one person in the car, but a group of people.

The carriage of the fugitives is hurrying towards the city gates, so let's press their story first, and follow the white-haired elves to His Excellency the General.

The white-haired elf soon found Madame Cronson's house, and the old man guarding the door was frightened at the sight of a group of menacing bandit soldiers. I watched the lieutenant general who was fighting against Venus on his shoulders and broke in with his sleeves rolled up.

The mansion was in decay, and though it was still the courtyard of Tanthus, it was overgrown with weeds. The red paint on the wooden pillars of the main entrance has peeled off a lot, revealing the original color of the wood. The windows were no longer filled with glass from Belloren, but with the bladder membranes of cows.

"Your Excellency, you come out for me!" the lieutenant general shouted into the room, not feeling that he had completely lost the grace of an elf.

The unpainted wooden window was halfway open and then died, and the whole wooden frame fell to the ground with a clatter, and an old woman with gray hair appeared in the window.

"Praise...... The Pope ......," said the old woman, stiffly, "what has happened?

General Karbudisdav looked at the wrinkled old man, whose walnut ravines were a gift from the years, and replied, "I am looking for Madame Cronçon." ”

"I am. ”

"What...... "General Karbudistav was a little puzzled, "What about Musan?"

"Musang Excellence?...... You mean Your Excellency General Musang?" the old man asked in surprise.

"Of course, in addition to this Musang Excellence, which Musang is Excellent?"

"Master Jun...... How could a man of such dignity deign to come here?"

General Karl Budisdav staggered into the room, and sure enough, the old man was the only one in the room.

"Has anyone been here just now?" asked General Karbuddisdav.

"Yes. The old man nodded, "He just left before you entered." ”

"Fiery red hair, silver eyes?"

"Yes. ”

"He is the great general of Musang, our marshal. The white-haired elf said, "Where has he gone?"

"Oh no!" the old man did not answer the lieutenant general's question, "this is impossible, that man's name is Charles, I think you are mistaken, military master! There are many red-haired and silver-eyed people in the world." ”

General Karbuddisdav calmed down his emotions and asked, "Maybe I'm mistaken, ma'am." Still, I hope you can tell me where that person has gone. ”

"I don't know where he went. The old man shook his head.

General Karbdisdav took a closer look at the old woman's room, which, though somewhat dilapidated, was still in good order, and it was evident that the owner of the house had been a brilliant figure in the past.

The white-haired elf said goodbye to the old woman in a huff, and when she stepped out of the door, she suddenly heard a strange noise, and when she listened closely, it turned out that her stomach was calling. He glanced at the soldiers who were following him, and sure enough, they all had vegetables on their faces. The white-haired lieutenant general looked up at the sun, which had sunset, and suddenly remembered that everyone hadn't had lunch today.

"Uh...... Sorry, it looks like I forgot about lunch. The white-haired elf smiled at the poor soldiers, "Let's go to lunch first...... Oh no...... Supper!I'll go to the General in a moment. ”

The soldiers said yes, the lieutenant general is so cute.

"We won't go back to the castle, find a nearby hotel to settle it, and leave immediately after eating. ”

"Do you have a treat?" asked one of the soldiers.

"Yes...... Your Excellency the General is in for a treat!" The white-haired elf first put the account on the head of the great general Mu Sang, and the soldiers listened to the thunderous cheer.

"There's a nice hotel called 'Longing for Paradise'! The lemon roast chicken is very authentic and the wine is good!" someone boldly suggested.

"Far away?" asked the white-haired elf, tilting his head, he only cared about the question.

"It's not far, just two streets. ”

"Then let's go there. General Karbudisdav said, adding, "No drinking! Keep working after eating!"

The soldiers lamented in their hearts, but it was better than not having to eat at all.

The group of soldiers marched at a rapid pace to the sign of the tavern "Longing for Heaven", and from a long distance they saw another group of soldiers walking towards the tavern, led by Major General Mimakash Talon.

"Lieutenant General!" Mimakash greeted him in his awkward lingua franca, "Why, you're here for dinner?"

"Yes, what about you?" General Karbudisdav looked at the Major General's surprised gaze, it was indeed a little strange that this happened to him, and it was normal for Mu Sang Zhuo to bring people to dinner.

"Ahh The lamb chops in garlic in this tavern taste great!", "...... But unfortunately, it seems that the door is not open today. ”

The two generals glanced at each other, and looked together at the faceless wooden door.

"Then change to a tavern, I'll go to His Excellency the General after dinner. The white-haired elf sighed.

"What, Your Excellency is not in the castle?" asked the Major General, "ahem, you seem to be too ...... If you care about Your Excellency, you go back first, and he will probably come back with a woman in his arms in the evening. Before the big war approached, he always said that he wanted to seize the opportunity to have a few more ......"

"There are still the 'Angel Believers' in the city that have not been cleared up, Your Excellency is really messed up!" General Bukarbuddydav couldn't help but complain, and the Major General looked at General Karbuddisdav with an ambiguous look, and covered up the past with a werewolf smile before he found out. General Karbudisdav saw his slightly stiff smile, and it grew heavier and heavier.

"What's wrong?" General Karbudistav asked him.

"There is a strong ...... The smell of blood and a strange scorching smell!" said the Major General, turning his face to the wooden door of the tavern.

General Karbdisdav knew that Mimakash's sense of smell was also outstanding among the bandits, so he ordered one of his soldiers to force the wooden door of the tavern open. In the future, the matter of compensating this door will naturally be the responsibility of our Great General.

The tavern was empty, and it looked like it had been when it closed last night, and the tables and floors had been carefully cleaned and clean. The Major General was the first to go in.

"Where's the smell of blood?" Countless question marks drifted through the white-haired elf's mind, but he still trusted Mimakash's sense of smell and cautiously followed him inside. The soldiers looked at the two commanders as if they were facing a great enemy, and first pushed aside the roast chicken and lamb chops in their heads, and pressed the saber on their waists.

Mimakash walked into the kitchen, but instead of stopping before half a sheep, he went straight down to the cellar.

General Bukar Budisdav heard the sound of flint and steel as he descended the creaking stairs to the cellar, and by the time he descended the creaking staircase to the cellar, the major general had already lit the torch in the cellar.

"Old Martin is dead!" said the Major General lamentingly, "who killed him?"

The white-haired elf saw the tavernkeeper's corpse with two fat feet, and his body was lying in a horizontal barrel that lined up with other barrels around it in a ceiling-high wall.

"Huh, this barrel is a passage!" said the Major General, who made a new discovery, and dragged out the body of old Martin. General Karbdisdav clearly saw that the corpse had no head and the fracture was neat, and he couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart.

"No, it's not him!" the white-haired elf mentally put together the fat corpse with the human head he had seen not long ago, it was so awkward. By this time, Mimacash had already burrowed into the barrel.

General Karbudistav followed, and the soldiers behind him had already lit several torches using the wood in the tavern. If old Martin were still alive, needless to say, the one who compensated him for his loss would have been His Excellency the General.

Mimakash and General Karbdisdav went to the next secret room, which was littered with corpses. The ground was covered with blood, and it had not yet dried up, and it was impossible to lift it without a little effort under the feet, and it was clear that these people had not been dead for long. An overturned torch in the corner scorched the blood, and the smell of blood and burnt in the air was sick.

General Karbuddisdav frowned and held his breath, the staggered corpses on the ground appeared to have died in the fight, and one pair of men's weapons had pierced each other's bodies, but they were killed by a slash from the left shoulder to the right waist. The knife divided their bodies into four parts, and the fracture was smooth and flat, and even the internal organs did not come out.

"Ah...... This man has a little golden flower on him!" said Mimakash, pointing to the mark on one man's garment, and General Karbuddisdav was seeing the bronze angel badge on the other's garment.

"It's ...... 'Angel Believer Hall' and 'God of War Alliance'!" the white-haired elf immediately remembered the instructions in the document he saw on Mu Sang's desk in the morning, "They are mortal enemies! Well, it has always been rumored that the Midfeldts like to intrigue and fight against each other, and sure enough!"

Mimakash let out an "um", secretly feeling sad in his heart. The "Angel Hall Believer" damaged his reputation, and was the main messenger behind several incidents in the city, but he didn't expect that some of them would die in the cellar under the tavern where he often came to eat. I'm afraid that old Martin is also a member of these two secret societies, and he hasn't noticed it for so long, so he can be regarded as incompetent.

The Major General was also a general who crawled out of the pile of dead men with Mu Sangzhuo, and he immediately discovered the strange place at the scene, and he pointed to the corpse on the ground and said to General Karbudisdav: "Lieutenant General, although many of them died in infighting, the last few people from different associations were killed by the same person. Here are not two groups of men, but three groups. Look at the direction in which the bodies fell, and the wounds that cut them in two. Apparently, a top-notch martial artist sneaked up from behind and did it with one blow. Although His Excellency the General has this strength, he is not usually in the habit of sneaking up on others, and his axe will not cause such a smooth fracture. This terrifying warrior wielded some kind of thin weapon—not quite a sword, probably a scimitar, much larger than our standard saber, at least three times as large!"

General Karbudisdav held back his nausea, looked carefully at the wounds of the corpse, and sure enough, it was just as Mimakash said. He counted the corpses present, forty-three. Nineteen of them had angelic coats of arms on their clothes, twenty-one had gold flower insignia on their bodies, and three of them were invisible because of their position on the ground.

The Major General sniffed carefully, pushed a corpse open, and found a secret door in the wall. The secret door was open, dark and bottomless, and had not been found because of the concealment of the corpse.

"Be careful!" Karbdisdaf stopped Mimacash from trying to go inside, "there may be a trap inside!"

As if he hadn't heard the white-haired elf's warning, Mimakash said in a trembling voice, "Lieutenant General, look!"

General Bukar Budisdav saw the scars on the wall of the passage inside the secret door by the light of the soldiers' torches and Mimakash's guidance. It was a long, thin straight line cut by a sharp weapon, and the dirt on the walls was stained bright red.

"The weapon that cut out this mark is the one that killed the people outside!" the major general drew his saber and gestured at this thin and long mark, "It is indeed much larger than the standard saber! That warrior actually used such a huge weapon in such a small place! Who is he so anxious to kill?"

Karbudisdaf was taller, and he secretly estimated that if he wanted to use force in this passage, he would not be able to straighten his waist.

The lieutenant general stopped talking, took a torch from the soldier's hand, and cautiously explored the passage. There were several corpses cut in two along the road, and the two of them walked hundreds of steps, one foot high and one foot low, and followed an open secret door to a secret room.

The bodies in the chamber were all cut in two, and the weapon was cut off their left shoulder and out of their right waist. Same as the last corpses outside. The only different corpse was the severed head.

The white-haired elf's heart was shocked, and he compared the head he had seen earlier to the corpse, which seemed to match. The corpse sat slumped in a chair on the edge of the table, its hand still pressed to the dagger at its waist. The sword was only halfway drawn when his master lost his life. Blood spurted from his neck stained both the table and the chair red.

"There's a way here!" said Mimakash, pointing to a secret door on the other side, and the white-haired elf looked down his hand, and sure enough, there was another secret door.

"These Midfeldts have built such a secret place under our noses!" thought the Lieutenant General, who glanced at Mimakash and walked into the tunnel.

The passage was much longer than the one before, and General Karbudisdav and Mimakash walked a hundred or so steps through the passage, then turned a corner and walked another thirty hundred paces, until they came to the end, where there was a vertical staircase with blood stains on it.

The major general bit the unsheathed saber in his mouth, and then climbed up. General Karbudisdav saw him push a stone slab at the top of the ladder and turn it over before he began to climb the ladder himself, with a torch in his hand, a little slowly.

"This is an ancient burial chamber!" said General Bukarbdisdav, who was still on the ladder when he heard the voice of the Major General, and he hurried up to climb up, and as he passed through the previous stone slab, he found that it was a gray-white stone coffin lid. The elf lieutenant general pressed the edge of the coffin, and the man flipped out.

The eerie atmosphere in the tomb made General Karbuddisdav very uncomfortable. He straightened his body and saw that the Major General had begun to investigate a headless corpse. The corpse had its head cut off and was leaning diagonally against another sarcophagus, blood splattered from its neck all over the coffin.

"The killer chased him out of here and killed this man!" Mimakash said, "Hey, the angel badge on his body is gilded. ”

"It seems that this man is the chief. "It's just that I'm wondering, who killed them?" and who was that powerful warrior?"

The two soldiers looked at each other again, and there was an iron fence at one end of the tomb, which was now open, and the other side was so dark that nothing could be seen clearly.

General Karbudisdav came to the door with a torch, looked around, and said to Mimakash, who was holding his saber and watching, "This is also a burial chamber, as if there is no road and no one. ”

"No, there is!", "I feel a slight wind blowing from that side, at least there should be a vent." ”

The two went to the next burial chamber, where Karl Budisdav would read the names on the tombstone by the light of the torches, and found that they were all surnamed Bray. He was about to speak, but Mimakash spoke first: "This is the tomb of the Bray family, Lieutenant General, I saw their family's white rose crest. ”

"Yes, it seems that the Bray Family Angel Believer Hall is inseparable. General Karbudisdav nodded in agreement, and they made their way through the middle of the coffin to a stone staircase upward.

"You can probably go up from here. ”

The two of them carefully climbed the stairs, the stone staircase was slightly wet, covered with slippery moss, and there was no road at the end of the staircase.

Mimakash struck the stone wall beside him with the hilt of his sword, and by the light of the torch in General Karbdisdav's hand, he saw a stone of gray color, and he pressed it down, and there was a rumbling sound and a lot of dust falling from his head.

The setting sun and the fresh air from outside put General Karbuddisdav in a good mood, and he heard the bell of the church bellow as if it were close at hand. As soon as the white-haired lieutenant general stepped on the solid ground outside, a loud shout came from all around: "Don't move...... Don't do it!huh...... Lieutenant General, why are you here? and Major General Mimakash!"

General Karbudistav glanced at the speaker, and it turned out to be a pale-faced Mittkad, surrounded by demonized cavalrymen with crosses in their hands. They stood like tombstones around them, without a sound.

"Why are you here? aren't you still recuperating?" General Karbuddisdav asked rhetorically.

The demonized cavalry drew a cross on his chest with his right hand, and said reverently: "I received a secret report about the whereabouts of the demons, so I led people here." I can't spare the demon murderer who stabbed the archbishop to death! May the Father bless the poor soul of Archbishop Avilard. ”

"There are no demons in it. All the people are dead, just dead. General Karbudisdav said, "The 'Angel Believers' and the 'God of War Alliance' have died together. An extremely strong warrior took down their leader. The heads were all cut off, and I saw one on the west side of the city, and another was missing. ”

"But this one, my men found it on the roof of the church. Mittcard shook the strands of hair that hung down from his forehead and pulled out a human head.

"It's ...... Goshua de Bray!" The white-haired lieutenant general saw the portraits of all the Bray family members, and immediately recognized the absconding prisoner, "Follow me, Mistress Mittcard, and let's see who this head belongs to." ”

General Karbudistav led Mittkad back to the tomb. The demonized cavalry whispered a incantation, and a holy light bullet appeared on the tip of his left finger, and the neatly arranged sarcophagi and dead souls in the tomb all cowered in this holy light, and there was no more darkness and shadow here.

They walked through the iron fence to the headless corpse inside, and Mittcard placed the head in his hand.

"It turns out that Goshua de Bray is the head of the 'Angel Believers', so it is understandable that they have done all the extreme activities they have done to rebel against us. Poor people, they are still treated as private property by the lords. If they all read His Holiness the Pope's Charter of Freedom, they would know how stupid they were. Mimakash said.

General Karbudisdaf glanced at Mittkade, suspicious. The timing of the demonic cavalry's appearance here was a bit too coincidental, who did he receive a secret report, and who was the extremely strong warrior who killed everyone here?

The white-haired elf suddenly remembered His Excellency the Great General, who had mysteriously disappeared since this morning, and he was more and more concerned about Mu Sang's excellence.