More than a month ago, there were many rumors on the plains of Dalmo.

Some people say that there is a group of faceless assassins in the darkness, and there is no blood in the killing.

Some people also said that they saw with their own eyes that there were strange soldiers wearing terrible armor brazenly killing mountain bandits and robbers, and the cottages of dozens of people were all wiped out overnight, and there was no one alive.

Others say that it was a group of devils, a group of devils from hell, who came back from hell for revenge......

To the west of the Dalmo Plains, in a hidden valley between the mountain passes, there is a vast secret gathering place where more than a hundred vicious bandits are entrenched.

But all the robbers and rogues who live by plundering know that this is a terrible group of decapitators.

The gathering place is built in the gap between the two peaks, and only the mountain road in the north leads to the outside world, and the end of the southern road is a cliff, separated by a moat, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Inside the largest wooden house in the gathering area.

Doyle pushed away the pretty girl who was serving him, and put on his pants with some irritation.

"Lord Doyle, you ......"

The unclothed beautiful woman still wants to continue to please the man, but is scolded loudly by the man.

"Get out."

"You ......"

"Get out!!"

"Yes......"

The girl fell to her knees aggrievedly and slowly crawled out.

"Fuck!"

Every time he closed his eyes, Doyle would think back to the Noxian village that had inexplicably eaten more than 200 of his own people, and the recent unsettling rumors in the north, which made Doyle wonder if there was anything to do with each other.

Isn't it, the man named Lester is coming?

"Someone!"

A loyal man standing outside the door walked in quickly.

"Lord Doyle!"

Doyle's scarred face frowned.

"Call Brian here."

"Yes."

The men left in a hurry, and soon a man with a fair face and a shy and kind look walked in.

The man got down on one knee and saluted Doyle.

"Lord Doyle."

"Get up and speak."

"Yes."

The two sat side by side on wooden chairs, Doyle staring at the ground, his face cloudy, and he refused to speak for a long time.

Brian asked tentatively.

"Lord Doyle, do you have any orders for me to do?"

"Is the cottage still stable recently?"

Brian smiled, his tone soft and affirmative.

"Lord Doyle, there is food and people in the cottage, and the brothers are training and having fun after eating and drinking every day, and they can't be stable anymore."

"Recently, let the big guys be a little more restrained, play less with women, and arrange more sentry posts on the periphery, so as not to be stupid and be wiped on the neck."

Strange as it was, Brian nodded in agreement.

"Understood."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Doyle still trusts the new staff member in front of him who is ruthless, knows how to please himself, and has the means.

Except that sometimes it's too perverted...... Others are fine.

"Let me ask you, how is the intelligence investigation into the destruction of the Bloody Hand Regiment?"

The Bloody Hand is a mountain bandit organization located in the east of the Guillotine Bandit Group, and Doyle has always been concerned about the uprooting of his 'old neighbor', and has sent his subordinates to investigate.

It's a pity that the final result is just a pile of corpses burned to bones, except for no living mouth, there are no additional witnesses and intelligence, and the whole bloody cottage is like a ghost, gloomy.

Hearing Doyle ask about this, Brian's face also became solemn.

"It seems that the Bloody Hand Regiment provoked an organization that should not be provoked, and after our investigation, we found that the number of people who destroyed the Bloody Hand Regiment should not be too much, and they are well-equipped, highly skilled in combat, and ruthless, judging from the corpses and broken bones in the corpse pit, the dead guy is suspected of being severely tortured and killed, and the methods are extremely cruel."

"Gone?"

Facing Doyle's disgruntled gaze, Brian was a little embarrassed.

"It's really those people who do things too cleanly, I've never encountered anything like this before, this is the limit of what I can do when there is no living mouth at all, and the only traces have been erased by everyone,

Brian asks the adults to punish him. ”

Taking a deep look at Brian, who fell to his knees again, Doyle had no reason to be angry.

If you let other fools investigate this, I'm afraid you won't even report a fart to yourself.

"Alright, get up."

"Yes."

Brian sat back in his seat, his ass just touching the side as always, which made Doyle's heart a lot less blamed.

With Brian's level of knowledge, he would never deal with himself in a disobedient manner, so it could only be that those people did it too cleanly.

Clean and chilling.

For some reason, at this moment, he once again thought of the village of Knoor, where he had lost his troops.

"In any case, there is such a situation in the vicinity of our gathering place, and the cause and effect of this must be clarified, and we must not fail to prevent it...... You kid will do this well today, and report to me in the evening, and there must be no mistake. ”

"Understood, my subordinates will arrange defense matters."

Squinting at Brian deferentially leaving, Doyle nodded in satisfaction and closed his eyes.

At this time, he no longer had the desire to have fun, and a sense of urgency was slowly approaching.

The sun has finally set, night has fallen, autumn is just around the corner, and the summer insects of the Northland are desperately sending out their final swan song.

The swan song of the summer insect is also like an unspeakable sad song of the soul, and finally, as if it was choked by the throat, the insect song stopped abruptly in the most high-key voice, and the dead silence hit.

The demons of the night show their minions.

On the beam, Morris suddenly opened his eyes, felt out the magic steel thorn, and silently fell from the sky, covering his mouth, and sent the short thorn into the heart of the robber guard.

"Hmm......"

The robber who had not been blinded by the death was stabbed twice, and Morris spliced the spear and slowly walked out of the outpost.

Farther away, a smiling Dimaster raised his Dark Blood Hand Crossbow and killed the other two eyes hiding in the shadows, capturing more lives as a hunter.

The blood flowed silently, and it looked particularly soft in the bright moonlight.

Seeing that Di Master had cleared out the bandit posts on the periphery, Morris smiled at Di Master silently and disappeared into the darkness together.

Tonight is a good day to kill.

The blade of the night is the blade of the night.

Maurice drew his spear from the guard's heart and slowly pushed open the sturdy gate.

It's a good name.

Inside the robbers' barracks,

With a blank face, Didiste slit the throats of sleeping robbers with a knife, like a butcher in a slaughterhouse who kills countless pigs.

The woman who was captive by the robbers opened her eyes in horror, but she saw a pair of indifferent eyes, and she was about to scream for help and call the robbers, but found that her throat had been slit.

The woman could only make a 'ho-ho' bubble sound weakly, and soon lost her breath.

"I've tried to give you a choice, but no one has given me any choice, and in the end, we didn't have a choice."

Closing the woman's eyes, the silent man who hated talking said two words rarely.

"Killing is killing, I won't make any excuses, and I won't apologize."

The man turned to leave.

Outside the granary and armory, a beautiful woman with short hair in a skirt was slowly approaching, and was soon noticed by the robbers guarding the door, who looked at each other and let out a lewd and lewd laugh.

"Strange chick, why don't you sleep at home with your master at night and go out for a walk? Or is it that your waste owner can't feed you alone? ”

"Hey, who's your master? What is your name? How do I feel like I've never seen you? ”

The woman smiled shyly and stroked her bulging chest.

"Hehe, my master is Lord Lester, as for the family, the name is Heslena, I hope you brothers will take care of others, Sislena is actually very afraid of pain......"

"Lester? Damn, why is this name so familiar? ”

"Hey, what are you doing so much, people are sent to the door, and you are still cringing there? Are you a gentleman? If you don't do it for me, don't say that it's not interesting enough for my brother when the time comes......"

"Hey, too."

Letting two lewd men wrap their arms around his waist, Nosles twisted his ass and was pulled by the man to a remote place where no one was.

"Hey, little beauty, let Lao Tzu take a good look...... I grass, what is this? How are you bigger than me!! ”

Facing two unbelievable faces, the smile of 'Hislena' faded, and the indifferent Northles sent the short knife into the throat of the two, and then gently hugged the two who were about to fall to the ground, and whispered softly.

"My fiancée, is it pretty?"