"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
In the woods not far from the camp, Magret was crying like a kid who was being bullied. The crying was sad.
"My Melika... My Melika..."
At the thought of the only woman she loves now lying in the arms of another man, and the other man threatens her to never pester her anymore, Margray can't stop her tears.
"Obviously that should be mine... it's mine..."
Magret was saddened the more he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he was, causing more and more tears to flow, even his nose.
Such embarrassment has never appeared on Magret since he was seven years old, which shows how sad Magret is.
"I won't give up... I will never give up..."
Magret kept persuading himself like this.
"There must be a chance... a chance..."
Although Magret had the urge to collapse to the ground when he thought of Sheen's threat, he really couldn't do it if he wanted him to give up Melika.
After all, in any case, this man's obsession with Melika was so high that he was willing to give up his noble status to get what he wanted. Even if he was afraid of Sean, Magret didn't want to give up.
Of course, Magret was really scared by Sheehan, and he didn't dare to retaliate.
If it weren't for this, I'm afraid that Sean wouldn't necessarily let Magret go. Even if he didn't kill him in the camp, he would think of a way to get rid of Magret, so as to avoid trouble in the future.
Now Magre really hates and fears Sheen, losing the idea of resistance, and unwilling to give up Melika like this.
Therefore, Magret could only mutter.
"He can't stay with Melika forever. Sooner or later, Melika will still be alone..."
At that time, I will take Melika away again, go far away, and spend my life in a place where no one can find it.
As long as he can get Melika, Magret feels that no matter how hard a life is, he can live a good life.
"That guy is not a god, it's impossible to know where Melika and I have gone..."
Magret made this idea.
As for Melika's willingness or not, that is not in Magre's consideration.
As Sheen said, Magret ignored Melika's wishes from beginning to end. It can be said to be extremely selfish or extremely self-feeling.
Magret lives in his own script and the world. Even Melika is just a role in his script and the world. Even if it is the heroine, it should be decided according to his own mind.
Therefore, Sean would say that in essence, Magret is no different from the rest of the nobles. It is just that others are conscious, but he is not. He has no knowledge that he is doing bad things at all. Instead, he feels that everything he is doing is just right. is correct.
"Okay! That's it!"
Magret, who had made up his mind, wiped his nose and tears, and revived.
"I will wait until the moment the opportunity comes, no matter how long it takes."
Magret made up his mind and turned around, preparing to return to the camp.
However, Magret did not expect that this was the last move in his life.
Because, at the moment he turned around, a dark shadow appeared behind him silently.
"Puff!"
The sharp blade penetrated Magret's body, pierced through his back, and then leaked out of his chest, bringing out a large swath of blood.
"Uh... "
Magret froze there, and after a while, he slowly lowered his head, looking at the sharp blade from his chest, his eyes full of disbelief.
At this moment, another hand stretched out and pressed Magret's head.
"Boom!"
As a burst of fire flashed, the flames enveloped Magret's body and burned it to death.
Magret didn't even have time to utter a scream, and he couldn't even realize that his life had been lost, so he didn't even leave any debris, and was completely destroyed.
Until then, the hand holding Magret was retracted, allowing the figure of an old man to appear in this space.
"Finally caught up."
The old man looked at the campsites of the bonfires in the distance, smiling gloomily.
As for the person who was just killed by him, he is no longer in his memory.
"Master Bedo."
The black shadow that pierced Magret's body with a sharp blade also showed the whole picture. It was a person with a large horse, all supporting the old man.
These people are the executioners of the Old Demon Sect.
They finally caught up with the escort team.
"What is the status of the investigation?"
Bedo asked casually.
"There are already results."
Bedo's subordinates whispered.
"There are a total of 118 people in the camp, almost all of them are human races."
"Among them, there are three people below level 30, 87 people between level 30 and 40, 23 people between level 40 and 50, and levels between 50 and 60. There are three people, and there are two people with a level of sixty and above."
"According to reports from people with [Identification] skills and [Investigation] skills, one of those two is at a level of seventy-seven, which should be Lord Kilian, and the other is at level sixty-eight, which should be the highest level person here. ."
Upon hearing this report, Bedo sneered.
"There are actually people under the level of thirty? And there are three in total? It seems that Ramijon really can't send any decent combat power to escort Kylian."
Bedo's wariness of this camp has dropped several times.
With this level of combat power, even if Bedo doesn't make a move by himself, he is afraid that he can easily slaughter him clean, right
"Probably it was to strive for merit, so the leader of RamÃgyon didn't want to ask for help from the rest of the towns in the territory." Bedo easily saw through the cause and effect, and sneered: "No matter what era the human race is so innocent. Remedy, when will these eye-catching races be killed?"
The disgust revealed in Bedo's words was even stronger than Kilian.
The other people performed similarly, as if the next job was to get their hands dirty and had to clean up the rubbish, and their faces were full of disgust and helplessness.
This is how the Old Demon Sect exists.
Therefore, whether it is Bedo or the rest of the old demons, they will not push the enemy too much like ordinary villains, but will only have the mentality of clearing out the trash, like doing the same boring work, repeating Carrying on the killing.
It's the same this time.
"Do you want to rush in directly? Lord Beduo?" the subordinate asked: "The barrier around the camp has been breached by us, and those human races should be discovered soon."
"Then do the preparatory work before that." Bedo waved his hand and said, "Send some people to sneak in and rescue Kilian, lest the human dogs jump over the wall and kill the hostages first. Send some people to embark on blockade work around, whether it's setting up barriers or destroying roads, anyway, none of those human races can escape."
As he said, Bedo licked his bloody fingers.
"This time it's still the old rule. When the pre-work is done, we will kill."
"It doesn't matter if it is a male or female, or which race it is, even if it is a demons, those who mix with the human race will only be traitors."
"Kill me all, don't keep any of them."
So, the executioners began to act.
The bloody night begins here.