"See, while you were sleeping, you lost everything, and you didn't know anything about it."
"Lester! How did you get here?"
"How did I get here?"
The man whose face could not be seen clearly smiled disdainfully, his voice sounding like a night owl.
"You think too highly of yourself. I'm just curious about your head and want to see who will cut it off..."
'Huhahuhahuha...'
Sitting up from the bed, Doyle looked at the familiar environment in shock and breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned to look at the moonlight outside the window. If he guessed correctly, it was already late at night and almost dawn.
He didn't ask a woman to sleep with him tonight, but when he woke up, he suddenly felt inexplicable panic and loneliness.
There was no sound around, even the clearest insect chirping in the mountains had disappeared.
He needs someone to accompany him, even if it's a man.
"Come on! Fred!! Fred!! Irna!! Irna!!"
Doyle screamed, calling for his most loyal guard, calling for the most obedient beautiful woman whom he had captured, but there was no response from outside the house.
It's like everyone and all living things are dead.
Jumping out of bed in fear, Doyle began to get dressed, took off the scimitar hanging on the wooden wall, and put on the exquisite steel armor he had stolen.
Doyle walked out of the house. Outside the house, standing on the left and right, were two strange figures with their backs to him.
The one-armed man's heart sank, and he observed the surrounding environment, only to find that the surrounding environment was no different from usual. There was no smell of blood, and there were no traces of fighting. Only the guards guarding the door were gone. Disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared.
"Who are you? I don't seem to have provoked you?"
There was no intention of answering. The two men wearing the same armor stood silently. One held a dark red spear in his hand, and the other held his hand in front. Doyle could not see anything.
Knowing in his heart that those who come are not good, and those who are good will never come, since the other party has appeared here blatantly, it is obviously unrealistic to rely on his own men to rescue himself. Doyle calculated and began to retreat into the house.
He didn't want to reveal his secret escape route before, and he couldn't care too much about it now. Survival was the most important thing.
"I never told you that you are allowed to leave here."
The man holding the spear suddenly turned around and looked at Doyle expressionlessly.
"The revenge of Beinuoer Village will be retribution on you and the bandits tonight. Either we die or you die, there is no third outcome...
Unfortunately, your companions and subordinates are almost dead. Now it’s your turn. He and I, you choose one, to give you a decent way to die."
"Are you the survivors of Beinuoer Village?"
He didn't pick up on the spear man and cursed secretly that he shouldn't let the tiger go back to the mountain. Doyle vowed in his heart that he would definitely kill everyone in the future, but his face was sincere, and his knees even weakened and he knelt down on the ground.
I started to kowtow with tears streaming down my face.
"I will plunder your village. In fact, I was bewitched by that old guy from the Mostak tribe. I apologize to you. I was wrong. I was really wrong. Please forgive me. From now on, I will never
I won’t do bad things anymore, I will find a place to be peaceful..."
"is that useful?"
"..." Doyle.
"It seems you know it's useless."
Morris had a strange smile, and the other man also turned around. Doyle noticed that the man was holding a delicate and beautiful hand crossbow.
Doyle lowered his head and looked sincere.
"You really can't let me go? I'm willing to give everything in exchange for my life."
Morris laughed.
"You said this to a man whose wife was insulted and killed, and his son also died. Doyle, I really look down on you."
Standing up, Doyle wiped away his tears indifferently and took out the scimitar from his waist.
"You mean, if I kill any one of you, I can survive?"
"call out!"
A magic steel crossbow arrow flew from another direction and plunged straight into Doyle's left knee, penetrating and shattering the kneecap.
Doyle fell to the ground and let out a miserable cry.
"What's the point of talking to him? He's still trying to bargain when he's about to die."
Morris and Didist were stunned.
Demaster came to Doyle, picked up the crossbow bolt that fell on the ground, and smiled at Morris and Demaster.
"He must have hidden a lot of treasures. Judging from the way he was walking into the house just now, there might be a secret passage. I happened to have an itchy hand, so I used him to vent it..."
"Ahh!!"
Amid the screams, Doyle picked up his scimitar and slashed it towards his neck, but DiMaster kicked the scimitar away.
"Beside me, you have only one suicide method with the highest success rate, which is to bite your tongue. Come on, let me see your courage. Show your courage to kill the village. As long as you dare to bite, you will not
If you suffer any suffering, I will give you a good time, otherwise I will just peel off your skin, break your bones piece by piece, and after breaking out your secrets, I will raise you in a pig pen and become pig food...
…”
Without any further hesitation, Doyle closed his teeth and bit off half of his tongue. Blood poured out of his mouth. Doyle stared at DiMaster with ferocious eyes.
"Wow wow ah wow..."
"Are you telling me to kill you quickly?"
Doyle nodded.
DeMaster smiled and patted Doyle's stupid face.
"You don't really take my words seriously, do you? Haha, hahahaha, can you believe what a bad person says? You little fool."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Scream, scream, you belong to me until you die."
Looking at Didist, Morris sighed.
"It really gave him an advantage..."
…
The sun rises from the outside of the mountain and gradually reaches the highest point, but the warm sunshine can never be integrated into this dead land.
The land was dyed deep red, and the smell of blood really spread.
Because the smell of killing and death was too strong, animals, insects and birds fled one after another, and there was no life within ten miles.
More than two hundred corpses were stacked in dozens of wooden houses, and a dozen people had their ears cut off, including Bighead.
The house was stuffed with fire-resistant grease and wood, and a fire was set alight. It burned for three days, filling the sky with black smoke.
More than fifty innocent women who had been tortured but survived were placed on a horse-drawn carriage. Under Morris's arrangement, they drove out of the Devil's Cave together with other important supplies and embarked on the journey back south.
On the road, more than 20 women committed suicide directly after being rescued, and the five Morris men did not stop them during this period.
A person who really wants to die cannot be stopped. All they can do is bring back those lives that are eager to continue living.
