The Igor family set up a temporary camp in a woods far away from Nitaluo Avenue.

Master Lowry, who suffered a sudden change, even reluctantly cut his flesh, uncharacteristically, generously took out a batch of magic raw materials plundered from Adrian's laboratory, carved magic seals in the four corners of the camp, and arranged a simple "La Fossia".

Retreat from the barrier."

The function of this spiritual barrier formation is very simple: anyone who tries to approach the barrier from the outside will unconsciously move away from this direction as long as their magic resistance is not strong enough.

——The master was really afraid of the raiding mercenaries, reserves and back-up teams. In order to prepare for a possible second raid, he specially added a magic double insurance to the camp that was already hidden in the woods.

The victims of this raid were also buried in the woods in a somewhat hasty funeral.

Given the conditions of the convoy, it would be difficult to take the corpse on the road after all.

Therefore, the people of Igor who could not be resurrected due to their injuries could only sleep in this distant foreign land forever.

After Xia Houyan led several core family members to cover the deceased's grave with soil, he heard a long-awaited news from Clement:

"Sir Elliot, that mercenary bastard who is still alive, I have tied him up in your tent."

Xia Houyan wiped his hands with a handkerchief and winked at Master Laurie.

The master understood it and moved a heavy crate out of nowhere.

Clement felt that the master's sneer exuded the same dangerous aura as the box.

The lord took the wooden box from the master and repeatedly warned his subordinates:

"Remember, no one is allowed near my tent!"

Of course, everyone accepted the order happily - after all, after a bloody battle, no one wanted to receive more mental stimulation...

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The deputy leader of the "Desolate Wind" mercenary group, José Tabili, was tied tightly to a chair with a thick hemp rope soaked in oil and looked sluggish.

This old man who once dominated the southern wilderness and filled the countryside with murderous people was once the second-in-command leader of the mercenary group, was once a distinguished guest of the Grand Duke of Houston, and was once a common people's nightmare who could stop children from crying at night.

But now he was like a defeated rooster, slumped on the chair in despair, with no fighting spirit in his eyes.

A heavy blow from Clement's rune sword was far from turning him into this - when deputy captain Taibili was seventeen years old, the injuries he suffered on the battlefield were much more serious than they are today!

But he still covered his intestines that were almost flowing out from the wound, and gave the orc sergeant a fatal blow!

But he still climbed out of the meat grinder of the Eastern Front alone in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, leaving countless enemies and teammates behind!

José Tabili, who has traveled three thousand miles alone for more than forty years, is most familiar with the smell of blood!

The blood of his enemies, the blood of his allies, and his own blood!

But at this time, what really made his soul tremble was not the injury to his body, but the bitterness of failure!

After Youyou woke up, the first thing he saw was the headless corpses of his sixty trusted cavalrymen, and their heads piled up like pyramids!

The visual impact of this scene is simply too powerful.

Deputy Commander Taibili didn't even offer any resistance and allowed the dark man in the armor to tie him up.

It was not until he was tied up in this tent that Deputy Commander Taibili accepted the fact of his defeat with his slow mind.

"Acceptable" does not mean "understood"!

Deputy Captain Taibili could not even dream of understanding how he lost!

He couldn't figure out why a group charge of sixty-one lancers failed to completely destroy the fighting spirit of this team!

He couldn't figure out why the "Desolation Wind" cavalry team, which could not even defeat five hundred regular Imperial troops, was defeated in a migration convoy full of old, weak, sick and disabled!

He couldn't even figure out why a heavily armed soldier suddenly appeared in this unspectacular convoy!

If José Tabili had not been knocked unconscious by Clement just now, but had witnessed the defeat of his own cavalry, he would actually still be confused as to why there would be a woman with superb martial arts skills and a body like a dragon here.

Swordsmen can kill people without a trace in an instant. Why is there still an old mage here who can easily play with forty elite mercenaries with applause!

José Tabili cannot understand this result!

But decades of bloody career have still well shaped Deputy Commander Taibili's calm character.

Although the shadow of failure lingered, José Tabili's bright brain began to think.

He is not dead yet.

Even though he was firmly tied to the chair, even though he had been whipped dozens of times by several Yakuza guards to vent their anger, even though he was enduring a humiliation he had never experienced in his life...

But he is still alive.

When these bastards from the Igor family discovered that Taibili was not dead, they could have chopped off his head - but they didn't. Instead, they spared his life and allowed him to live until now.

And while alive, there is hope.

José Tabili narrowed his eyes.

He knew very well that the person in charge here was the young lord named Elliot Igor. When he was escorted by the canned man through the camp just now, he caught a glimpse of the black-haired man out of the corner of his eye.

, a boy with an excessively young face.

And José Tabili knew very well who these imperial nobles were.

This is a group of orphans who would sell their mothers to brothels for a small profit!

This is a group of villains who would give their souls to the devil for the sake of promotion!

This is a group of hooligans who can sacrifice their people to the enemy for the sake of safety and self-protection!

Yes, Deputy Commander Taibili knew that the raid he led must have caused serious harm to the young nobleman named Eliot Igor, and the other party probably hated him;

But he is confident that as long as he offers an attractive enough price, he can take advantage of this young man's greed and get a chance of survival from the other party!

——After all, this young lord hasn’t killed himself yet, right?

José Tabili began to carefully calculate the chips in his hand like the most experienced gambler: What could he offer to this little bastard named Eliot to trade his life?

Money? Yes, their Igor family must be short of money now, and I know where the treasury of the "Desolate Wind" leader is hidden...

Women? Yes, young people like this. I wonder if the nuns in the "Blessed Virgin Flower" are to his taste? - It feels good, at least they scream very nicely when praying on the bed...

Revenge? Maybe this Eliot Igor is not willing to suffer in vain, maybe he will want to know the mastermind behind the whole thing - it doesn't matter, I can tell you about the Grand Duke of Houston, and then let you go

To die in front of the Grand Duke...

Perhaps, there is some other valuable information?

——Deputy Captain Taibili was still weighing the value he could provide in his chair, when he suddenly felt a breeze blowing on his face.

The tent curtain was opened.

The black-haired lord that Deputy Captain Taibili was thinking about just now walked into the tent holding a wooden crate.

The lord placed the wooden crate firmly on the ground, then took out a cast iron crowbar and turned to Deputy Captain Taibili who was tied to a chair with an indifferent expression.

José Tabili licked his lips and prepared to tell his proposal in exchange for his life.

But the first words the other party said coldly made Taibili's spirit almost collapse:
Chapter completed!