In anticipation of Miss Tiana Lanstadt's arrival, Locke Manor began to clean up the remnants of the family struggle during the day. The servants dug a large pit with a diameter of more than ten meters in the wasteland overnight, and dismantled the corpses hanging from the gallows and threw them into the pit. The servants were nearing the end of their work, but the owner of the manor brought in a new group of mourners.

The prisoners trapped by the ropes were not only adults, but also old people and children, well-dressed nobles and lowly people. The only thing they have in common is that they were once members of the Locke family.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, it's a really sunny night. Miharun staggered to the crowd with a broad-bladed tomahawk in his hand, with a very pleased smile on his face.

"Look at the expressions on your faces, it's wonderful. You know, what I hate the most is the way you usually look dead at home, it's disgusting...... Hehe, I'm sorry for the fact that you have to get up so late to move, but I think soon you won't have to worry about sleep deprivation. ”

"What the hell do you want to do?" exclaimed an old man.

"I didn't think you should have asked this stupid question, Mr. Duke. Miharun waved his axe and said with a grin, "Tomorrow there will be a distinguished guest visiting Locke Manor, and many beauties will be brought. I had just been thinking about it, and suddenly I noticed that the rooms in the manor seemed to be a little crowded, so I had to ask you to move out. Look at this wilderness, it's the best vantage point near the manor, aren't you satisfied?"

Although he was pulled out in the middle of the night, he already knew that there was a lot of luck in his heart, but when he really heard Miharun make his words clear, everyone couldn't help but stir. The people who really had the courage to resist had long been hung on the gallows, and the group of people who remained, although they obeyed Mihalen, they had all sinned against the young master to a greater or lesser extent, so they were not pardoned.

Some of the tribesmen still hoped that Mihalen would be merciful and spare their lives, and they did not hesitate to put down their bodies and wag their tails like dogs for mercy, but what they did was now a joke.

"Why are you crying and sad? Have you never considered the day when you will be punished for your sins? Yes, of course you haven't thought about it, and you haven't even realized that bullying a half-breed bastard is not what it should be? What's the big deal?" Miharun tilted his head, carefully admiring the desperate expressions on the faces of the crowd, and his smile slowly twisted. (For the latest chapter reading, please visit)

"Mr. Duke, you always thought I was a scourge, and advised the old man to let me go to the army, do you remember......? You are right, don't deny it, I overheard it myself. And the old lame, you damn groom, why can they all call you old lame, but only me? You never thought of me as a young master, did you, you think I don't remember when I was a child?"

Miharun picked up the axe, pointed at everyone's head one by one, and told his hatred bit by bit. Some people glared at him angrily, and some people couldn't help but start crying.

"Don't cry, Cousin Bennie, I really don't want to hurt you, really. Do you remember when you were a kid when you secretly fed me? At that time, you were the only one who wanted to play with me, and I always remember. But why, why did you ignore me when I grew up? The old man said he was going to marry you to the great man of Istalen, and you never wanted to look at me again?"

Miharun dragged a young girl out of the crowd and grabbed her by the neck and whispered. The girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was already trembling with fright, her eyes were blurred with tears, and she suddenly burst into tears after being choked by Mihalen's neck.

"Don't be afraid, my Bennie, I won't handle you with a cold weapon. You haven't experienced a wonderful experience between men and women, I will make you a real woman...... I know you can't help yourself, it's your damn mother who won't let you see me, right? I wanted her to slowly experience the pain, but today is in a hurry, so I mercifully grant her death. ”

With a hiss, Miharun tore open the girl's dress and held her trembling young body tightly in his arms. He laughed and raised his axe, and the soldier escorting the prisoner drew his weapon at the same time, kicking the prisoner in front of him to the ground.

The desperate prisoners suddenly wailed, but no matter how much they begged for mercy, they could not shake the soldiers of the Southern Army. The soldiers drew their swords with blank faces, stabbed them in the back, and kicked them down the pit. At this time, you don't have to care about the effect of the assassination, anyway, after waiting for a while to fill in the soil, no one will survive.

"That's it!Keep going!After you've disposed of the garbage, go back and drink with me!" Mihalen laughed wildly as he shoved the girl in his arms against the rock, unbuttoning her loose trouser belt and throwing her gun straight in. The aristocratic lady at the banquet just now had almost drained his physical strength, but at this time, seeing the blood and killing, he rushed into a state of excitement again.

Suddenly, a long arrow burst through the air, and one of the soldiers led by him fell to the ground with his head on his back.

"Who?" said Mihalen, who shuddered with fright, half of the alcohol in his brain turned into a cold sweat, and he stood up and looked in the direction where the arrow had come from. Illuminated by the light of the silver moon, three riders rushed through the darkness!

Isttalon has fallen, Renard has been captured, the valley pass has not yet been solved, there are no external enemies around the Locke family, Mihalen has been immersed in the thrill of revenge for the past two days, and he never thought that anyone would dare to attack him. Miharun, who had been snubbed by his family since he was a child, had never had the experience of marching and fighting, so much so that he had not fully reacted when the other party re-drew his bow and arrows.

The soldiers of the Southern Army also saw the knight's action of drawing the bow, and among them there were many well-trained regular soldiers, whose bodies had already subconsciously reacted to evasion before the commander gave the order, but their movements were still a step too late. When they saw each other draw their bows, the arrows had already reached them.

El's Dragon's Tooth Bow was already capable of threatening the monsters of the pseudo-gold rank, and there was certainly no suspense in dealing with these ordinary soldiers. He didn't even bother to use any technique, and just relied on the most basic bead archery skills to shoot an entire row of soldiers. At this time, Palanti also slowly drew her sword, her attack distance was almost equivalent to the range of an ordinary bow and arrow, after Elle shot nine arrows in a row, she jumped off the galloping war horse lightly, and the whole person turned into a silver-white light, sweeping towards the rest of the Southern Army soldiers.

Although El was the first to notice the movement outside the manor, he had no intention of rescuing the prisoners, men, women, and children. The ranks of the Isttalon exiles were already overburdened with unbearable burdens, leaving El in no mood or capacity to give even the slightest mercy.

Another more realistic reason is that even if he organized the massacre now, I am afraid that there will be no less than this group of people. There are nearly 1,000 elite troops stationed in Lille Manor, and there are only one hundred and twenty knights hidden in El's hand. Of course, if the knights carried out their style and let their horses out, it was not impossible for them to escape. However, the Locke family is not related to El, and there is no reason for him to pay such a big sacrifice for this.

However, Renard couldn't watch his relatives being slaughtered, and in the face of El's negative attitude, he directly put on a posture of forcing him to die, forcing El to come to the rescue.

It wasn't difficult for El to take out this small group of soldiers, but what really worried him was the southern garrison in the manor. After firing a round of arrows to reduce the opponent's morale to freezing point, he stopped shooting and let Palanti clear the battlefield, slowing down his horse to focus on the direction of Locke Manor.

Renard left his wife and daughter in the care of Timmy, then borrowed his weapons and horses and followed closely behind El. When El slowed down, he didn't hesitate to charge towards Mihalen.

Palanti was already raining blood in the middle of the execution squad. Everywhere her sword light went, a blood flower bloomed from the chests of all the soldiers. Miharun roared, and his whole body swelled fifty centimeters, and he raised his broad-bladed axe and slashed at Palanti's head.

Palanti's figure shifted, and the sword in his hand stabbed the edge of the axe, bending into a terrifying arc. Although the Lori Knight has basically left the level of the bronze rank, he has not really stepped into the Silver Secret Realm yet, and he naturally cannot ignore the power that Miharun burst out. With the strength of the foil's rebound, she bounced her body back more than ten meters lightly, opening up a safe distance from Mihalan.

"Who are you, who are you to invade the territory of the Locke family!" Miharen roared viciously, wielding a great axe and a bloody glow radiating from his eyes.

"Miharun, what have you done, you demon!?" Reynard shouted as he drew his sword and pointed it at Miharun's face.

"Reynard, my dear brother, how did you escape from the dungeon, I should have let all the negligent guards eat!" Miharun saw Reynard's figure, his eyes shrank subconsciously, and then he laughed: "Good time, dear brother! But you turned back to save this garbage, you are killing yourself!"

"Ouch, I'll go, what did this bear kid eat to grow up on?" El who was far behind heard Renard's shout, and couldn't help but rub his eyes, how could there be a nine-year-old black belly Zhengtai here, that guy named Mihalen is clearly a pure man who is two meters tall and half-naked and holding a giant axe!