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By the time the luster of the teleportation had faded, the crowd was already standing on the hillside in front of Burgundy. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

The familiar scenery made Edward sigh slightly, and the troubles in his heart seemed to be a little far away.

This trip didn't take much time. It's only been about three days since the passage into the dark region, so the territory doesn't seem to have changed.

Wait, no change?

Edward frowned - the earth elemental was still dormant, so there was no need to count on the construction of walls and the like...... But how can things like houses still be the way they were?

According to his original plan, during this time, the housing problem of more than 2,000 people should be solved - the increase in the construction of the civil lyre is very good, as long as you play half an hourglass, it can be worth more than 100 people for three days of hard labor, he specially selected a few clever players from the half-elves, and played a tune repeatedly, basically there is no possibility of error. Even if it took time to cut down trees and transport earth and rock, at least one or two hundred houses should have been built in three days, but now looking at the city walls, there were still very few of the two-story buildings he had personally designed, and only a few dozen of them were barely made around the central street to which he had been assigned.

But there were a lot more things in the streets—first horses, which numbered roughly a hundred, and a band of armoured soldiers wandering idly, and a large group of people forming a circle in front of a small building, in the middle of which a few people were tumbling and fluttering. The sound of laughter rang out from time to time. Others, in twos and threes, lit bonfires on street corners, as if to solve the lunch problem.

"What the hell is going on?" said Edward, frowning deeply.

......

I saw someone leaning over. The nearest dozen or so soldiers sitting around didn't react, just raised their heads.

The gang had not only a piece of chain mail on their bodies, but also an iron armor on the outside, a helmet on their heads, and a shield and spear standing beside them. Others also carried a cross bow at their waists. It is the dress of the standard aristocratic private soldier. And one of the guys who is directly opposite the intersection is eating half-baked birds with a roasting fork. Grease and blood flowed through his fingers and into his long rough beard.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he wiped his hands with his clothes as the men approached. Stand up. Scanning the team vigilantly, the dwarves, the half-elves, and the one who had shrouded themselves in darkness.

"What are you doing?" the dwarf replied, but not in reply.

"Bastard! What kind of ...... are you?"

"We are the garrison of East Malaysia. Under the rule of Lord Viscount Steven Blackhawk. I'm Captain Mark. The grinning rhetorical question unexpectedly resulted in a curse, but the greasy-faced man squinted his eyes and slapped the shouting soldier on the back of the head: "We are ordered by the army to rush to the Fanshen Valley. Rest here on the way. So, what about the identities of several of you?"

"Oh...... The Blackhawk Family? So. Is that part of a recuperation?" the black-robed figure lifted his chin and directed all his gaze to a nearby wooden shelf.

It was a simple piece of wood. It seems to have been used as scaffolding, but now, several people are hanging naked, some human, some half-elves, and the summer sun has scorched their bodies into a brownish-red color. And the blood marks that were whipped all over the body attracted some buzzing mosquitoes and flies.

"It's just a matter of punishing some people. A little lesson, you won't die. The bearded soldier smiled. The voice was calm and surprising—at least the eyes of the soldiers around him were full of questions, and they couldn't understand why the irascible captain was so calm today.

In fact, even Mark himself did not know the reason for his calmness.

Just looking at the burqa on the other party's body that seemed to absorb the light, I had a strange intuition to tell this veteran that if he didn't show a little gentleness, something bad would happen...... So, even when those people put down a few people hanging from the shelves and cast another magic spell, he didn't say anything.

Trusting his instincts is one of the reasons why Mark has survived to this point.

And this time, it seems that his intuition has allowed him to escape again.

"Your Excellency, you, are you back?"

Among the few people who were dismissed, an old man opened his eyes and hurriedly greeted the black-robed man: "That, these people came here in full armor, saying that there was a riot or something in the territory, and as a result, they were going to take the mercenaries away without saying anything......"

"You're just going to let them mess with it?" a voice came from under the black robe.

Peaceful, cold, but it doesn't hide that youthful component.

But Mark suddenly shook his body, and felt the air around him suddenly become cold.

"My lord, our walls haven't been built yet, so we can't do anything if we want to...... You, and a few other people who can call the shots, are not there, only there are about thirty mercenary gentlemen, and there is no leader. Can't fight them...... We told them that you are a mage, and that any price is negotiable, just wait until you come back, but they don't listen. The old man cried with a sad face, but his voice was very loud: "Not only have we taken people, but even our weapons have been confiscated, and those who offended them before have been hanged up, saying that they are mobs, and there are also those priests in the half-elves, because they have reasoned with them for a few words, they actually use their hands to coerce the lives of civilians and force us to ......"

"And then, how many casualties?"

"Not much, they didn't do anything to us civilians......"

The old man shook his head, revealing some smug looks: "When the situation is not good, I asked the mercenary gentlemen, as well as the priests, to take the younger girls in the city to the forest first, and they really didn't have the courage to catch up." But...... There were still a few who were caught by them, and the guy in the lead picked one...... Ahem, he's living inside your tower right now. ”

And so, the short conversation ended.

The black robe. Then he led a group of figures towards the tower in the center.

There was no one around.

Along the way, from the left and right of the road to the tower, all the Cun Zài who wanted to get close didn't even have a chance to ask out loud, but only fell to the ground when they met the eyes!

Their only role seems to be to indicate the location of their masters.

Ascending to the second floor of the tower, a black-robed lord stepped forward. Kicked open two closed doors with one kick!

It was a small room, originally made of stone, but it had apparently been put in some makeshift ordering, with curtains and thick curtains hanging from the windows. A stone bed was covered with a thick blanket, and the fire in the fireplace drove away the cold, so that there was a deep aristocratic atmosphere.

There was even a woman huddled in the corner of the bed. Sobbing scenes......

After a fifthth of an hourglass scale, the person lying on the bed seemed to have just been awakened by the sound of the stone door crashing. It's just that there is no panicked look on that long pale face. He frowned lazily before he supported himself from the brocade quilt. There is even some room to spare, so that the eyes are on that group of people. The two women stopped on their bodies, patrolling unbridledly, before laughing calmly.

"I don't mind visiting, but if there's a next time, please knock on the door first and don't disturb the dream. ”

What kind of joke is this? It is worthy of a young aristocrat who is flying high and domineering, and has no one in his eyes.

The sour smell in the air made a cold snort from under the black robe, and the corners of some pale mouths twitched, condensing into a strange arc.

Such aristocratic young men abound in Tumenis, no, it should be said that they abound on the entire continent.

Although the magical power of magic has promoted the development of productive forces on the continent, it has not allowed the fire of civilization to be sown anywhere early. In fact, on the contrary, the flourishing of magic, which has led the development of life several times to an evil path, cannot be widely disseminated but has unprecedented power, making it destined to be more suitable for destroying than promoting, the ancient magic kingdom, the elven empire and even the civilization of a long time ago, and even the ancient gods, are destined to flourish only for a while, and this prosperity must be built on most of the ignorance.

And now, it is no exception - as long as you are far from the centers of those cultures, the roughness and brutality hidden under the name of the aristocracy will grow everywhere!

So, how should I deal with this bush of weeds that accidentally fell into the farmland and shamelessly took root and sprouted?

"Ah, you're the lord of this place?"

Slanting his eyes at the beautiful black robe, the expression on the young nobleman's face became more relaxed, and he said unhurriedly: "Sorry, the military affairs are urgent, so there is no prior notice. And you just happened to be there, so I took it upon myself to borrow your place to rest. Please don't mind. By the way, I'm ......."

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted.

"It's really a standard scene...... You're the leading thief?" The snort from his nose should have been slight, but when it echoed between the stone slabs, it was so loud for a moment that it seemed to be rolling thunder!

"What did you say?" the young nobleman was stunned.

He had heard from the commoners that the lord here was a mage.

But he didn't take it to heart.

Because he believes that a truly capable mage will not be able to run into such a place to be a lord, well, even if the lord here is a real mage...... With his own status and status, let alone an ordinary mage, even those high-level mages are unlikely to turn their faces lightly for a trivial matter.

It's just that he didn't expect that this mage's reaction would be very different from what he expected!

There was no interest in talking nonsense with him at all, the black-robed man just talked to himself, and he strode into the room, the staff in his hand almost touching the tip of his nose!"Hmm? Your hands and feet are quite fast, are you? thief, you are also admirable, stealing things, and you dare to stay here? Do you really think that Tumenes has no royal law?"

"Your Excellency, I am not a thief, but a second-class viscount of the Empire! not a commoner you can insult at will!" the young nobleman's face changed—whatever the reason, the other party's move. Obviously, he has crossed the bottom line in his heart. A warning must be given!

It's a pity that the other party didn't give him this opportunity at all.

"Fill me with less garlic!I ask you, what about my mage's tower, what about my full set of rosewood furniture, what about my golden goose down bed, what about my aura mirror, what about my half-arranged circle, and what about the gems?" the psychic mancer's voice rose high. It rumbled like thunder, and even the entire mage tower trembled: "You are so bold, you dare to steal a mage's property!"

"Huh?" the young nobleman was stunned for a moment, this large number of strange nouns, and the terrible volume, made his brain suddenly a little short-circuited, he shook his head, and only after half a sound did he seem to barely understand what the other party meant.

And then. The surging anger boiled all at once!

Habitually reach out and point at the other person's face. He jerked to his feet and roared through gritted teeth!"You bastard? How dare you...... How dare you frame me, do you know who I am? I'm Bligh ......."

But the other party was obviously not interested in arguing with him at all. So the spoofed name was not finished at all, and in exchange for it, it was just an impatient curse.

"I don't care who you are?"

The arrogant aristocratic young man's eyes widened as he stared at the strange smile on that face......

Then he heard a harsh sound -- not only from the eardrums, but also from the joints of the whole body into the inner ear. Click, crunch!

What followed was a sharp pain in the heart!

The sharp pain made the blood on his face suddenly reced, and his eyes went black, and the question he had just asked turned into a sharp and comical scream! His mouth was open to the limit, and the air in the lobes of his lungs flowed through his throat in large streams. But not even a sound came out. I just listened to the man's somewhat deliberate, shouting orders!

"Someone. I'll have to ask where this thief got my stuff!"

"Lord Viscount!"

Of course, this was not in response to the voice of the Viscount of Burgundy - dozens of noble privates happened to rush into the second floor of the tower at this time, and they were shocked to find that their master was rolling his eyes and bowing his waist like a shrimp!

It's a pity that the eagerness to faithfully protect the Lord made them forget some things.

"Hey! Your opponent is me!"

The dwarf roared, stopping them halfway through - the spear axe in his hand swung the air in a great turn, and let out a low whin!

The powerful strength of this race is well-known in the entire continent - the first to bear the brunt, the seemingly sturdy guy obviously did not dare to resist, so he had to withdraw and dodge backwards, but he didn't expect that the dwarf would suddenly leap forward at the same time, and the whole person had already rushed half a circle with the turn of the axe, and the thick shoulder shield was like a sledgehammer under the impetus of his weight, and he was directly sucked out......

The soldiers who followed closely only felt that it was dark in front of them, and a thunderclap-like roar had exploded: "Die!"

Before everyone could comprehend, the huge axe blade had already turned back, and they instinctively drew their weapons to block, and with a loud 'choking' sound, a force like the overwhelming power of Mount Tai surged from the weapon.

So they obediently carried out the order - the impact of the thirty-pound iron weapon with the eight-foot long rod was enough to break a heavy rock wall, and their bodies could only be regarded as a small obstacle in the face of this force, the iron pieces and chains were torn and shattered, and the blood was immediately squeezed out of the torn into rags!

Three were killed at once.

This is not a fairy tale fly...... In the not spacious space, it was like a rain of blood, and the terrible effect made the soldiers who rushed up all stop!

But Baroque Nightrain didn't just fight his opponent back, he had already sent an axe into the lower abdomen of an unlucky fellow with a wave of his hand, and then a second, spinning iron sheet that tore the neck of another soldier at once!

Inertia did not stop because of this...... So this unlucky guy finally rushed through the door!

But all he could do was to spray his own loyal and brave blood on the face of the hapless Lord Viscount Blackhawk!

The warm and salty blood made the viscount who had already fallen into a coma wake up at once, but with a groan, he spread back on the bed like soft mud, leaving only the cry of tears!

"Enough, please stop, Lord of Burgundy!"

Among the soldiers, there seemed to be some clever figures, the bearded Mark, who cleverly hid at the back of the line, shouting: "Otherwise, our men will have to offend you to stop you!"

"Huh?

Under the black burqa, a long sneer came out. It's just that his movements didn't slow down in the slightest: "Yes, if you can have that ability!"

The private soldiers looked at each other for a moment!

Before they could understand what was happening, the ground was clattering! The solid ground had become as soft as mud, and could no longer support their weight, burying their feet and even their knees in the blink of an eye!

But before they could pull it out, the dirt had hardened again...... Hard as a stone!

Then a crushing voice came from the city's towers.

"My people, these abominable robbers must pay the price for their vain attempt to take over our city, all of you, take care and give me all the arms on them! Then, teach them a lesson!" (To be continued......

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