Gregory imposed a half-curfew, with white wolf mercenaries and soldiers of the garrison patrolling every street. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThey were organized into squads, each with a minimum of ten men, heavily armed, some even armed with crossbows.

Crossbows, light crossbows, and heavy crossbows are all equipment that only the army has, but this world is originally martial arts, as long as there is a relationship and a way, it is not a problem to get a few heavy crossbows from the military.

Like the hunting party in the Misty Forest, they have heavy crossbows in their hands.

Hunting monsters, hunting large beasts, and even mercenaries to protect caravans, there are many places where these weapons are needed.

What's more, as long as the White Wolf Mercenary Group wants, they can transfer most of the equipment in the garrison group's arsenal for their use.

Today's Gregory can be said to be in the wind, but under the seemingly calm surface, there are turbulent waves.

Two days!

A total of eleven members of the White Wolf Mercenary Group disappeared silently, and even the corpses could not be found!

And it won't be long before the heads of these people will inexplicably appear in all corners and be discovered by the people of the White Wolf Mercenary Group.

There were no clues, no traces, just a deep fear that remained on the heads of those people.

In a tavern, several members of the White Wolf Mercenary Group sat in the corner drinking alone, their faces sullen and tired. There were at least a hundred and ten mercenaries in the hotel, but except for the white wolf, the others were either running a single gang or members of a small mercenary group.

"Gordon, when do you think they're going to catch that guy, Captain?" a white wolf sipped from a glass of rum.

"Who knows, but the head of the regiment has returned, and the strength of the silver rank of the head of the regiment is enough to crush all opponents, don't worry...... Soon...... It will soon be solved. ”

"However, I heard that more than a dozen brothers have died, and they have all been killed quietly. ”

"A dozen? Not eight?"

"Last night it was eight, and today I heard that there were dead people again. ”

"Damn, is that guy from the Shadow Guild?"

"How is it possible, you haven't seen him, I was next to him when he fought with the deputy head of the Camp Polish one day, that momentum, how could it be that group of assassins from the Shadow Guild. One of the mercenaries chuckled and took a sip from his glass.

"Then where do you say he's hiding?" the man next to him shook his head and said with a sigh.

"It would be nice to catch him earlier, and the brothers wouldn't have to be so tired. ”

"Even if you're tired, the key is not to be so scared. ”

The two picked up their wine glasses, touched them, and smiled bitterly.

Bang~

The door of the tavern was slammed open from the outside, and many people's eyes were drawn to it.

I saw a man in a cloak holding a wine bottle in his hand, the wine in the bottle had bottomed out, and his steps were also staggering, full of alcohol, obviously drunk.

Just a drunkard.

The mercenaries in the hotel withdrew their eyes one after another, and continued to chat and brag with their friends next to them.

The drunk man had a worn-out long sword stuck in his waist, and the hilt and guard were polished, although it had been used for a long time, it could be seen that he still cherished it.

"Come on...... A bottle of ...... Rum ......" said the drunken man as he walked over to the bar, dropped a silver coin, and said with a drunken snort.

The bartender accepted the silver coin and handed the drunk a bottle of rum.

A bottle of rum was certainly not worth a silver coin, but the bartender seemed to have forgotten that he had made no attempt to find any money, and the drunkard seemed to have forgotten that he had been given a silver coin.

But who cares?

A drunken drunkard is just a drunkard, as long as he has wine to drink, even if he gives a gold coin now, he will not remember it when he wakes up tomorrow.

The drunkard opened the bottle, sniffed the rum, and grinned. I saw him holding a wine bottle in one hand, and his body swayed towards his seat, blowing the wine bottle into his mouth as he walked.

The hotel was overcrowded, with people sitting at every table, and even a few people half-leaning on the railing, drinking and talking with bottles in their hands.

The drunkard froze for a moment, looked around with misty eyes, and then grinned, and walked towards the corner with the smell of wine.

In the corner, at a round table, there were only two people sitting, and there were two empty chairs next to them.

The drunkard pulled over the chair and sat down.

The members of the White Wolf Mercenary Group frowned and looked at him: "Get out, someone is sitting here." ”

When the drunkard heard this, his eyes were confused, and he looked around: "Someone......? Why didn't you see it...... Hehe, you're lying to me......" The drunkard pointed at him with his finger holding the bottle, grinned, and blew another sip of rum into the bottle.

"Get out of here, and don't mess with me when I'm in a bad mood. The white wolf mercenary named Gordon reached out and pushed the drunkard's chest, he was already unsteady in his steps, and his chest was pushed like this, and the whole person fell directly to the ground.

There was a cry of pain, and the back of the drunkard's head slammed to the ground.

"Haha, look at this idiot. Gordon pursed his lips disdainfully, pointing at the drunkard on the ground and laughing.

The drunkard covered his head and cried out in pain, then staggered to his feet, his face full of anger: "I...... I'm going to duel with you...... You bastard...... My head...... The head hurts to death. ”

"It's better to have a head than no head, so get out of here, before our mood is completely bad. ”

The drunk reached out and rubbed his eyes, stared at the two of them carefully, and suddenly laughed: "I see...... It turned out to be the White Wolf Mercenary Group...... Aren't you the ones who don't have heads......"

When Gordon and his companions heard this, their faces suddenly turned iron-blue, and their expressions were extremely annoyed: "You damn bastard, you should have sewn your mouth up with thread." ”

Gordon subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword with his hand, and the blade was pulled out halfway, staring at the drunkard with a cold expression.

"Haha...... You want to kill me...... Come on, I have a sword ...... too" The drunkard looked at Gordon and laughed shamefully, and also reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword at his waist, but he had drunk too much and didn't hold it several times in a row.

"Oh, I almost forgot...... Don't let weapons be used in the tavern......" The drunkard slapped his head and looked at Gordon with disdain: "Come on...... Come and kill me......"

Gordon gritted his teeth and looked at him, but no weapons were allowed in fights in the tavern, it was an unwritten rule in mercenary circles. Because everyone comes here to drink, and men are inevitably impulsive when they drink.

A group of mercenaries gather together to drink, once someone gets drunk, fights or something are really commonplace, if there are no more than a dozen fights in a tavern a month, it means that the wine in this tavern is not pure enough, and the business is not prosperous enough.

And in order to prevent a group of people from going crazy after drinking and leading to accidental death, in the tavern of any mercenary, weapons are never allowed to be used in fights, and gradually it has become an iron law in the mercenary world.

Gordon's eyes swept around, and he found that the other mercenaries in the tavern were staring at him with very unfriendly eyes at this time, and his heart suddenly became empty.

"Hmph, Gordon, don't break the rules here!" The accomplice next to him glanced at Gordon: "The head of the regiment has not allowed us to get drunk for the past two days, and we are almost drunk anyway, so just take this guy out and beat him up, and then go back." ”

Gordon sneered, withdrew his sword, and nodded.

The two got up, and one of them grabbed the drunkard's arm and dragged him towards the outside of the tavern.

In the tavern, many mercenaries continued to drink, make noise, and brag.

As long as they don't use weapons in the tavern, nothing else has anything to do with them. As for whether the drunkard was beaten half to death or completely killed after being dragged out, does it have anything to do with them?

The two Gordons dragged the drunk into the alley behind the tavern, which was littered with garbage, broken bottles, and coagulated blood stains in many places.

"Alright, here it is, quickly teach this guy a lesson, and we'll go back. ”

The drunkard was thrown to the ground, lying there like a dead dog.

"Haha, scared now, but it's too late."

"Gordon, do you think we broke half of his ribs, or did we just pick one of his tesuji?"

Gordon reached out and rubbed his chin, with a sneer on his face: "Just pick Tesuji directly and give him a good long memory." ”

"Listen to you!"

With a sneer on his face, the white wolf mercenary pulled out a dagger from behind his waist and walked towards the drunkard crawling on the ground.

"Don't blame me when you wake up, who made yourself blind. The white wolf mercenary sneered and bent down.

Gordon stood in the back, looking relaxed, not taking it seriously as a big deal in the slightest. As a mercenary, human life is not valuable, and if he is alive during the day, he will become a corpse at night...... What is a tesuji?

After a few seconds, Gordon looked at his partner still in a bent position, motionless, with an impatient look on his face: "Hurry up, can't you have drunk some wine and be dazzled and can't find the right place?"

Without a response, Gordon's companion's body shook slightly, and he fell to the ground suddenly.

Gordon was stunned for a moment, seeing that the steel needle that had been pitch black was inserted into his throat at some point, and the sneer on his face had not yet faded, but it had completely solidified.

Gordon screamed and jumped backwards.

The drunkard on the ground suddenly jumped up and lunged at Gordon, snatching the dagger that the corpse was holding in the middle of the way, and slashing it towards Gordon's throat.

The sharp dagger sliced Gordon's throat open, blood pouring out, and the collar and leather armor dripping scarlet.

The drunkard stood there, his expression calm, looking at Gordon, who was clutching his throat in horror, as if he had done something inconsequential.

Gordon let out a bellows-like whirl in his throat, and his body jerked and fell to the ground.

The corners of the drunkard's mouth twitched, with a sneer, he reached out and wiped it on his face, and the entire face was peeled off, revealing Ronald's facial features: "This human skin mask is really easy to use, there is no flaw on the face, even the slightest expression can be disguised." ”

Rubbing the human skin mask in his hand with his fingers, Ronald whispered: "It's a pity that it's a little expensive, 20 points a piece, and I can't redeem a few now!"

"But it's almost, I've killed more than a dozen white wolf mercenaries in the past two days, and if I can bear it, I have nothing to say. Ronald bent down and placed the dagger in his hand across Gordon's neck.

The sharp dagger cut through it repeatedly, and soon Gordon's head was cut off.

In this way, the head of another fellow whose throat had been pierced by a steel needle was also cut off, and a piece of clothing was torn off to wrap the human head.

The human skin mask in his hand suddenly disappeared, and Ronald placed it in the system backpack, and then took out another human skin mask and put it on.

This time, Ronald's facial features have changed to that of a middle-aged strong man with a face covered in scars.

The muscles of his face were moved, and his fingers touched the scar marks on the human skin mask, which felt real and lifelike.

Ronald nodded in satisfaction, lifted the clothes wrapped around the human head and walked out of the alley.

"Where are these two heads going to be thrown?"

In the distance, Ronald's voice said slowly.