Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"My Lord, this group of people are biting each other. Let us send them off for the last time." Kyle was a little excited. Looking at the bloody fight in the valley, he tightly grasped his knight's sword and wanted to fight.

"That's right, the mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole waits behind. I am not a generous person." Weilin stared at the scene of blood flowing like a river, his face cold. He would not let go of those who wanted to kill him easily.

Half an hour later, a steady stream of reinforcements joined the battlefield, making Weilin and Kyle more and more confused.

"My goodness, this group of people actually has a reserve army, so insidious."

"Three groups of old cunning people."

Seeing this scene, Weilin could only extinguish the idea of ​​revenge in his heart and quickly leave here with Kyle.

The scale of the melee was getting bigger and bigger, and he was afraid that he would be dragged into it if he was not careful.

"My Lord, where are we going next?" Back in the camp, Kyle untied the red phosphorus horse and the purple horse and asked Weilin.

Weilin listened to the struggle in the distance, and an idea popped up in his mind: "Let's go, let's change our appearance and go back to Candela."

"Yes."

Kyle chose to obey the decision of his master.

After leaving this place, the two came to a village, bought some clothes, collected some paint, and came to a small river to change their appearance.

"Xiaohong, be good, don't move."

Weilin comforted his mount, told it not to resist, and then painted it with light gray paint.

Half an hour later, the red phosphorus horse looked at the reflection in the water, pouting its front legs in dissatisfaction, wanting to jump into the river.

"Isn't the painting pretty good!"

Weilin held the reins with one hand, making the red phosphorus horse unable to move.

"Master, let me do it." Kyle looked at the red phosphorus horse that seemed to be losing hair, and reluctantly took the wooden bowl and painted the red phosphorus horse again.

Ten minutes later, looking at the beautiful patterns in front and behind, the red phosphorus horse lowered its head and rubbed Kyle.

It's just a little worse than Kyle, this horse who doesn't know the goods.

After the two men and two horses were dressed up, all weapons and items were put into the space ring. Compared with before, it can't be said that they are completely unrelated, but there is no connection at all.

Disguised as adventurers, the two returned to Candela again.

...

In the valley, the stream was dyed blood red, and the broken limbs and arms covered the valley.

The two sides didn't know how long the fight lasted and how many people died. They only knew that the scale was getting bigger and bigger and gradually out of control.

Five or six hundred people fell here, most of them were low-level professionals, and most of the silver extraordinary people were injured, and few died in the battle.

"Sir, there are troops approaching." A ranger came to the middle-aged knight and reported breathlessly.

"Everyone retreat."

The middle-aged knight's eyes were full of unwillingness. If he was given another hour, the traitor's Black Crow troops would definitely be buried here.

On the other side, the Withered Cult was left with only the gloomy man and his ghoul servants. Seeing the other group retreat, he directly abandoned the injured ghouls, sang a cheerful little song, and left from the northwest with his little baby and several powerful ghouls.

As for the other believers of the Withered Cult, aren't they consumables?

The three-way melee ended with the arrival of the army. The leader of the Black Crows looked at the less than a hundred people around him, and directly lost three-fifths of his manpower, and almost fainted.

These are all his hard work. It will take at least fifteen years to recover.

"My lord, what should we do next?"

"Let's go, leave this place."

As the knives of the dark side, they cannot be exposed to the sun. They look at the remnants unwillingly and leave this place angrily.

As for the real purpose of the three parties coming here, it has been selectively forgotten.

For them, killing each other is the most important thing.

"Lord Kashik, there are corpses everywhere in the valley, all with unfamiliar faces, and different patterns engraved on their clothes, roughly divided into three types." An officer came to a low-level silver knight and reported respectfully.

"In addition, many corpses of ghouls were found."

"Burn all the corpses of the cultists, and collect the corpses of the ghouls and take them to the church to claim the reward." The silver knight took a look and then ordered the officer.

"Yes."

As a confidant who knew Kashik well, he naturally knew why everyone was defined as a cultist.

Kashik was not interested in the various forces inside, he only cared about whether he could make a profit from it.

Anyway, if there was nothing to prove their identity, they would all be regarded as cultists. The other party did not want to reveal their identity, and he was too lazy to investigate it in depth, so as not to attract the other party's revenge.

...

Two days later, Weilin and Kyle returned to Candela again.

This time, the two came to a house-selling store with ease.

Kyle imitated the local accent to talk to the other party and spent thirty gold coins to buy a house in the slums without arousing anyone's vigilance.

After entering the house, they added high-quality fodder to the red phosphorus horse and the purple horse, and then they went inside.

"Go out tomorrow morning to scout the area, collect information about the noble children of the Delesier family, and select targets." Weilin took off the headscarf wrapped around his head and said to Kyle.

"My Lord, do you want to wait a while? After all, the ambush just happened, and now there is a lot of panic. Do you want to slow down?"

"No, the more it is at this time, the faster we should act, and the main goal is to catch the enemy by surprise." Weilin rejected Kyle's proposal and decided to continue to implement his plan.

"I understand, I will select the target people to be kidnapped tomorrow morning." Kyle nodded and said respectfully.

After the two rested for a night, Kyle wore a set of gray clothes early the next morning, imitated the walking posture of a gangster, and wandered "aimlessly" on the street.

At the junction of the aristocratic district and the high-end commercial district, Kyle squatted on the street, imitating the local accent and talking to other gangsters.

"Have you heard? Mr. Quaid spent more than three thousand gold coins last night fighting for a snake girl with Alexander, the son of the leader of the Kaohsiung Knights."

"Three thousand gold coins are enough for me to live a life of ease." A young gangster said enviously.

"Who says it's not?" Kyle echoed, "Mr. Quaid is really rich, and he can actually afford so many gold coins at one time."

"Hahaha, it's just some money. If he hadn't been the Earl's biological brother, with low strength and unable to touch the title, and the Earl needed face, he would have been buried somewhere long ago." An old gangster pretended. Mystery, there is news that others don't know, show off to others.

"So cruel." A young man who was inexperienced in the world was greatly surprised.

"It's much more cruel than this." The old man lowered his voice and said, "The dirty transactions between nobles are beyond our imagination."

"Old John, tell me." An older young man said, licking his face, his eyes full of curiosity.

Kyle squatted in the crowd, raised his ears, and collected information quietly.

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