"Behold, while you are asleep, you have lost everything, and you know nothing about it."

"Leicester! How did you get here? ”

"How did I get here?"

The man who couldn't see his face clearly smiled disdainfully, his voice like a night owl.

"You think too highly of yourself, I'm just curious about your head to see who will cut it off......"

'Huha......'

Sitting up from the bed, Doyle looked at the familiar surroundings in horror and breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning his head to look at the moonlight outside the window, if I guessed correctly, it was already the second half of the night, and it was almost dawn.

He didn't call a woman to sleep with him tonight, but when he woke up at this moment, he suddenly felt inexplicable panic and loneliness.

There was not a sound around, and even the crispest insect chirping in the mountains had disappeared.

He needs someone to accompany him, even if it's a man.

"Someone! Fred!! Fred!! Ilna!! Ilna!! ”

Doyle cried out, calling for his most loyal guard, for the most obedient and beautiful woman he had taken captive, but there was no response from outside.

There was a dead silence.

It's like all human beings, all living beings who can move have died.

Jumping out of bed in fear, Doyle began to dress, removing the scimitar hanging from the wooden wall and putting on the delicate steel armor he had snatched.

Doyle walked out of the room, and outside the room, two strange figures stood with their backs to him, one on the left and one on the right.

The one-armed man's heart sank, and he observed the surrounding environment, but found that the surrounding environment was no different from usual, there was no smell of blood wafting from him, and there was no trace of fighting, only the guards guarding the door had disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

"Who are you? I don't seem to have provoked you? ”

Without any intention of answering, two men in the same armor stood silently, one holding a dark red spear in one hand and the other in front of him, and Doyle could not see anything.

Knowing that the one who comes is not good, and the good one does not come, since the other party has blatantly appeared here, it is obviously not realistic to rely on his own men to rescue himself, Doyle thought about it, and began to retreat into the house.

He didn't want to expose his escape secret path before, and he couldn't care too much at the moment, and staying alive was the most important thing.

"I didn't tell you to get out of here."

The man with the spear suddenly turned around and looked at Doyle with a blank expression.

"The revenge of North Norr Village will be avenged on you and the robbers tonight, either we die or you die, there is no third result......

Unfortunately, your companion and his men are almost dead, and now it's your turn, me and him, you choose one and give you a decent death. ”

"Are you survivors of North Noble Village?"

didn't pick up the stubble of the spear man, and secretly scolded that he shouldn't let the tiger return to the mountain, Doyle made an oath in his heart that he would definitely kill it in the future, but his face was sincere, and even his knees were weak, and he knelt directly on the ground, and began to kowtow with a handful of snot and tears.

"I'm going to loot your village, in fact, I was bewitched by that old thing of the Mostaq tribe, I apologize to you, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please forgive me, I will never do anything bad from now on, I will find a place to ...... peacefully"

"Does it work?"

"......" Doyle.

"Looks like you know it's useless."

Morris had a strange smile as the other man turned around, and Doyle noticed that the man was holding a delicate and beautiful hand crossbow in his hand.

Lowering his head, Doyle looked earnest.

"Can't you really let me go? I am willing to give everything in exchange for my life. ”

Morris laughed.

"You say this to a man whose wife was insulted and killed, and his son died, Doyle, I really look down on you."

Standing up, Doyle indifferently wiped away his tears and drew the scimitar from his waist.

"You mean, if I kill any of you, I'll live?"

"Whew!"

A bolt of magic steel flew in the other direction, piercing Doyle's left knee, shattering the kneecap.

Doyle, who fell to the ground, let out a miserable wail.

"What do you have to talk to him, you still want to bargain when you die."

Morris and Didist were stunned.

Dimaster came to Doyle's side, picked up the crossbow that had fallen to the ground, and smiled at Morris and Dadis.

"Presumably he still has a lot of treasures hidden, looking at the way he was about to go to the house just now, maybe there is a secret passage, I just happened to have a little itchy hands, so I used him to vent ......"

"Ahh

With a scream, Doyle picked up his cutlass and slashed it towards his neck, but the cutlass was kicked away by Di Master.

"By my side, you only have one method of suicide with the highest success rate, and that is to bite your tongue, come on, let me see your courage, show your courage to torture and kill the village, as long as you dare to bite, you will not suffer anything, I will give you a good time, otherwise I will only peel off your skin, break your bones piece by piece, and after knocking out your secrets, I will raise you in a pigsty to become bait for pigs......"

Without further hesitation, Doyle closed his teeth and bit off half of his tongue, blood gushing out of his mouth, and Doyle stared at Di Master with fierce eyes.

"Wow, wow, wow, ......"

"Are you saying I'm going to kill you quickly?"

Doyle nodded.

Di Master smiled and patted Doyle's stupid face.

"You don't, you really take my words seriously, do you? Haha, hahahaha, can you believe the words of the bad guys? Little fool. ”

"Woo woo wow !!"

"Call, call, before you die, it all belongs to me."

Glancing at Dydis, Morris sighed.

"He's so cheap......"

……

The sun rises from the outside of the mountain and gradually rises to its highest point, but the warm sunlight never melts into this dead land.

The land was dyed crimson, and the smell of blood really spread.

Because of the heavy smell of killing and death, animals, insects and birds fled one after another, and there was no life in a radius of ten miles.

More than 200 bodies were stacked in dozens of wooden houses, and more than a dozen people had their ears cut off, including Bighead.

The house was stuffed with fire-resistant grease and wood, and a fire ignited and burned for three days, leaving the smoke empty.

More than 50 innocent women who had been devastated but survived were placed in a carriage, and under Morris's arrangement, they drove out of the devil's cave with other important supplies and embarked on the road back to the south.

A person who really wants to die can't stop it, all they can do is to bring back those lives that they want to continue living.