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In the woods not far from the camp, Magre was crying like a bullied child, crying for a sad cry.

"My Merica...my Merica..."

When he thought that the only woman he loved was lying in the arms of another man, and the other party threatened him, he would never bother him, and that he could not haunt her anymore. Margray couldn't stop crying.

"It should be mine...it's mine..."

The more Magre thought about it, the more he felt sad, the more unwilling he felt, the more he felt, the more he was crying, and even his nose was flowing out.

Such a embarrassed look has never appeared on Magre since he was seven years old, which shows how sad Magre is.

"I won't give up... I will definitely not give up..."

Magre kept persuading himself like this.

"There must be a chance...the opportunity..."

Although Magrey had the urge to collapse on 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, no matter what, the man's persistence in 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 Sheen, Magre didn't want to give up.

Of course, Magre was really scared by Sheen and did not dare to think about revenge.

If it weren't for this, I'm afraid Sheen wouldn't have let Magre go. Even if he didn't kill him in the camp, he would have thought of a way to solve Magre to avoid trouble in the future.

Now Magre really hates and is afraid of Sheen. While losing the idea of ​​resisting, he is unwilling to give up Melica just like that.

So, Magre could only murmur.

"He can't stay with Melika forever. Sooner or later, Melika will remain alone..."

At that time, I will take Melika away, fly away, and spend my whole life with me when I find a place that no one can find.

As long as he can get Merica, Magre feels that no matter how hard life is, he can live a pleasant life.

"That guy is not a god either. It's impossible to know where Melica and I went..."

Magrey had such an idea.

As for whether Merica is willing or not, it is not within Magre's consideration.

As Sheen said, Magre ignored Merica's wishes from beginning to end, which can be said to be extreme selfishness or extreme self-feeling.

Magre lives in his own script and world, and even Melika is just a character in his script and world. Even if he is the heroine, it should be decided according to his intentions.

Therefore, Shien said that in essence, Magre is no different from the other nobles. It’s just that others are conscious, but he is not conscious, and has no idea that he is doing bad things. Instead, he feels that everything he does is right.

"Okay! That's the decision!"

Magre, who made up his mind, wiped his snot and tears and regained his momentum.

"I will wait until the moment when the opportunity comes, no matter how long it takes."

Magre made up his mind and turned around and prepared to return to the camp.

However, Magre did not expect that this was the last action he made in his life.

Because, just as he turned around, a black shadow appeared silently behind him.

"Puff!"

The sharp blade pierced through Magre's body, pierced through his back, and then penetrated from his chest, bringing out a large piece of blood.

"Well..."

Magre was there, and after a while, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the sharp blade that was coming out of his chest, his eyes full of disbelief.

At this time, another hand was reached over and pressed down Magre's head.

"Bang!"

As a flash of fire appeared, the flames wrapped around Magre's whole body and burned it to pieces.

Magre didn't even have time to scream, and he couldn't even realize that his life had been lost. He didn't even leave a slight wreckage, and was completely destroyed.

It was not until this time that the hand that held Magrey was retracted, allowing an old man to appear in this space.

"I finally caught up."

The old man looked at the camp with bonfires in the distance and smiled sinisterly.

As for the person who was just killed, it was no longer in his memory.

"Mr. Bedo."

The black shadow that pierced Magre's body with a sharp blade also showed the whole picture. He actually brought a large group of people to support the old man.

These people are the executioners of the old demon clan.

They finally caught up with the escort team.

"What is the situation of the investigation?"

Bedo asked casually.

“There has been a result.”

Bedo's subordinates reported in a low voice.

"There are 118 people in the camp, and almost all races are human."

"There are three people below the level of thirty, eighty-seven people at the level of thirty to forty, twenty-three people at the level of 40 to fifty, three people at the level of 50 to sixty, and two people at the level of 60 or more."

"According to the reports of those who have [identification] skills and [detection] skills, one of the two men is at level 77, who should be Lord Killian, and the other is at level 68, who should be the highest level here."

Hearing this report, Bedo sneered.

"There are still people below thirty? And there are three? It seems that Ramín really can't send any decent combat power to escort Killian."

Bedo's vigilance towards this camp has dropped several times.

Even if Bedo doesn't take action, he will be able to easily slaughter it, right?

"It is probably for the sake of merit, so the leader of Lamígion did not want to ask for help from the rest of the towns in the territory." Bedo easily saw through the cause and effect and sneered: "The human race is so hopeless in any era. When will it take to kill these annoying races completely?"

The disgust revealed in Bedo's words was even stronger than that of Killian.

The rest of the people also performed similarly, as if the next job was to dirty their hands and had to remove the garbage, their faces were filled with disgust and helplessness.

This is how the old demon clan exists.

Therefore, neither Bedou nor the other old demons would be too slap on the enemy like ordinary villains, but would only be mentally pursuing garbage, and repeatedly killing like doing the same and boring work.

The same is true this time.

"Do you want to rush in directly? Lord Bedo?" the subordinate asked: "The barrier around the camp has been broken through by us. In a short while, those human races should be discovered."

"Then do the pre-work before that." Beddo waved his hand and said, "Send some people to sneak in and rescue Killian so that the human race will not be rushed to jump over the wall and kill the hostages first, and then send some people to carry out blockades around, whether it is setting barriers or destroying the road, anyway, none of the human races can escape."

As he said that, Beto licked his blood-stained fingers.

"This time it's still the same rule. I'll start killing after the pre-work is finished."

"No matter whether it is a man or a woman or a race, even if it is a demon, the only one who mingles with the human race will be traitors."

"Kill them all, don't leave any one."

So the executioners began to act.
Chapter completed!