The Sand Wolf King is dead.

The core area is emptied, and there is no longer a threat.

But Ember still didn't dare to be careless.

Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case.

Again.

He's just speculating, who knows if there are any sand wolf bandits hiding in the shadows?

The battle is not false, because a drop of mermaid tears erased the weakness after the start of the blood-devouring rage, and now it is in the peak state, I am afraid that I will make too much noise, and now there is a third goal that has not been completed.

He's going to burn this village full of sin and blood!

No one gets in the way, so it's naturally convenient to do things.

"Is this it?"

At the end of the cottage, there are only three houses.

The first building, which has a large amount of food stored in it, in addition to a lot of animal meat, is human flesh, which is disgusting, and the visual impact and smell that challenges the bottom line of human beings to bear the limit, Rao is embers, and his face instantly becomes ugly, and he tried his best to hold back without vomiting!

In the second building, where the spoils of war were piled up, a large number of gold and silver treasures were piled up like rotten stones, becoming the least valuable things inside, in addition to many antique calligraphy and paintings, porcelain and silk and other goods, which were the main goods of the merchants who took the Silk Road.

Jinshan lies in the front and does not change!

The embers steadied.

It's not that he isn't greedy for money, in fact, he is very poor now.

And.

This is a real battlefield, and the loot here is not like a virtual battlefield, where you can only look at it but not touch it, let alone take it.

He can take it!

But it didn't happen.

Ember hadn't forgotten his mission, nor had he forgotten that it was a graded mission.

God knows what will happen if he is greedy and takes the treasure?

Perhaps.

Maybe nothing, these are his benefits.

But Ember didn't dare to bet.

Moreover.

Ember didn't have that time to pack up the gold and treasures.

Now that the day was about to dawn, he should have been harvesting the lives of the patrols and the ordinary sand wolf bandits living in the front log cabin, or simply not doing anything, burning them all to death, and burying the stockade with him.

But for a while, he relented and promised the mother who still retained a trace of sanity for her daughter even if she was tortured like this, how could she break her trust?

The third building.

Before Ember could enter, he was sure that it was a dungeon.

He's been through so much that he couldn't be more familiar with the taste of the dungeon.

"Who?"

At the door of the dungeon, there were two sand wolf bandits guarding, and the embers rushed forward, even if they used the light body technique to the extreme, they still couldn't hide from the strong sand wolf bandits.

Pity.

It's just that the ears are good.

Combat effectiveness, a mess.

With two daggers in their hand, Ember slice their necks and killed them with one blow!

I didn't look at the two pieces of debris that hit the street, and let their blood flow.

One is that there is no time to clean up.

The second is that all those who can smell the blood here are dead.

Third, even if you smell blood, unless you get as close as possible, you will inevitably be covered by the smell in the dungeon.

The room, which was dark and devoid of light, exuded an indescribable strange smell, mixed with the smell of feces, the smell of rotting flesh, the smell of corpses, and the smell of blood,...... It's comparable to biological weapons!

With the help of the moonlight that filtered in from opening the door, Ember saw the scene inside.

In one huge wooden prison after another, one woman after another was bound, their unclothed, scrawny, filthy bodies chained, clinging to the walls, unable to move, and their mouths were stuffed with something like a funnel.

"Bastard!"

The embers instantly rose with a violent killing intent.

He is also well-informed, and naturally knows the reason why those sand wolf bandits who are inferior to dogs do this.

That's not giving them a chance to kill themselves!

Or be abused to death!

Or be treated as food!

Or be forced to give birth to a child!

There is no fourth possibility.

The limbs are locked, and the funnel in the mouth not only prevents the bite of the tongue and kills oneself, but also prevents the hunger strike, like cramming the food into it, to ensure that you do not starve to death.

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

Ember didn't speak, and walked over in silence, and the black dragon cut the chains that comforted them.

"Sorry I'm late!"

None of the women who had regained their freedom moved, and each one of them continued to maintain the posture just now, empty and numb.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Hearing Ember's words, after more than ten seconds, someone finally responded, however, her response, their response, was to drag the last bit of strength, brazenly slammed the fragile head into the hard stone wall.

“……”

Ember clenched his fists and watched as one woman after another committed suicide.

He didn't stop it.

He has no reason, let alone a qualification, to stop it.

This is the path they have chosen.

And the last way.

Ember asked himself, if there was such an encounter, with his state of mind, he would not want to live, let alone a woman who was more psychologically fragile.

"Big ...... My lord, are you ......? Yes see me...... Mother! She was ...... by those Brute...... Take it away! ”

A look of hope flashed in the eyes of a woman with a face covered in black mud, and she asked Ember.

"I killed all the elite sand wolf bandits, and their king died." Ember said, "Before I came here, your mother asked me to come and save you. Don't worry, I'll take you home! ”

"Back to ...... ......The woman's face showed a flush, and in her pupils, at some point, there was a hint of brilliance, "That's ...... Is...... That's great! ”

Drafted!

Ember almost crushed his teeth.

The anger in my heart was like a volcano, and it was raging.

He walked over and gently straightened the messy hair on the cheeks of the woman who had died of oil in his memories and hopes, revealing a delicate face that even the mud could not hide.

So young, so beautiful, should have a good life, respect her husband like a guest, love each other, in her later years, children and grandchildren around your knees, enjoy your family, and finally pass away peacefully.

But because of the beasts such as sand wolves and bandits, they died here, and they were still tortured, and their mental and physical strength were exhausted and died, which was really miserable.

"Please help us and take revenge!"

With endless despair, they left this world one after another by committing suicide.

What's even more terrifying is that some of them don't even have resentment, because their hearts have long been closed and they don't even have emotions, like walking corpses, and these, just like puppets, are allowed to fiddle, neither suicide nor call for help.

"Hoo ......"

Ember took a deep breath, looked at them deeply, and turned to leave.

Back to the first wooden house, which is the kitchen.

Holding back the stench and nausea, Ember entered it, loaded the buckets of cloudy human or animal fat, and quickly poured them all around.

"Rest in peace!"

Pulling out the flint, Ember set fire to three wooden houses filled with darkness and filth.