The angle chosen by Larocque in this toast was very clever. It was both flattering to the Sons of Fire mercenary group and flattering to the Lord of the Free City Tito, making it difficult for people to find an excuse to refuse. The middle-aged mercenary looked embarrassed, but he still had to raise his hand, ready to take the wine glass that Larocque brought to him. "Wait a moment." A voice that seemed a little too young stopped, and then an adventurer wearing a hooded cloak stood up from the end of the long table and walked over, his face obscured by the low-hanging hood. Only the smooth chin with handsome lines is exposed. "Guard Captain, can I ask a question?" The young man's interruption seemed a bit abrupt, but the middle-aged mercenary who looked like a commander did not stop him. Instead, he nodded in agreement, which made Larocque secretly think. Wondering who is the real leader of this team. "Well, of course." Larocque greeted with a cautious smile, without showing a hint of restlessness. "I am happy to answer questions, especially those from friends." "The price of food and accommodation in Baiqiu Camp has always been very high. , and this is especially true for those fine wines. Sir, I just want to know how much we need to spend for this meal?" Larocque's smile froze on his face. He wanted to say that you don't even need to spend a copper plate, because you You will soon lose your life here. But obviously such an answer will not bring good results. "Captain Reiner Basten of the Sons of Fire is an old friend of mine." He finally came up with a prevarication, and at the same time he pretended to be calm and swayed the wine glass. The rich aroma of the wine made him endure it. He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. "This is the wine I invited my friends from Son of Flame to drink. Talking about money would be too sentimental. But other things still cost money. I will send the bill directly to the old fox and try to scare him. "Jump." "That's great. I really want to see how Fox King Lie's face changes." The young man spoke in a mocking tone while approaching Larocque seemingly casually. The middle-aged mercenary took a step forward almost simultaneously, sandwiching Larocque between the two of them. "Before that, can you give me the cup on your right hand? The poison in it is a bit too strong. It will be very uncomfortable to drink" Being able to live by the side of the mercenary king Joseph Tito until now, Larocque is certainly not a stupid person. The anxiety and uneasiness during this period made him even more sensitive to the point of being a little neurotic. The actions of the middle-aged mercenary and the young man seemed a bit unusual, which made his heart suddenly sink and he felt ominous. Before the young man finished speaking, Larocque made a quick decision, tilted his shoulder, and threw the two silver cups towards the middle-aged mercenary and the young man respectively. Then he stepped back and grabbed the man with the sword at his waist with his right hand like lightning. hilt. This is a completely correct reaction. If the guard captain could move faster, he might be able to avoid the end of being dead on the spot. Just as his fingers touched the hilt of the sword, a burning pain hit him from the right side of his waist, causing Larocque's whole body to twitch. "How dare you" The seriously injured guard captain screamed loudly in his imagination, but in fact he just moved his lips, and the sound he made was no clearer than a murmur. Severe pain immediately came from the left side of the ribs, blood foam poured out of Larocque's throat, and the strength to support the body seemed to leak out from the two wounds. "No, I don't want to die" The last moan was ended by the dagger pierced into the neck. The body of the guard captain of Baiqiu Camp slipped to the ground silently. The fear of death was solidified on his bloodless face and mouth. It opened to a terrifying angle, maintaining the twisted shape of a dying scream. In order to ensure that the mercenaries who entered the camp relaxed their vigilance, Larocque did not leave any armed guards in the wooden shed that served as the dining room, only seven or eight unarmed servants. In fact, these servants have received strict training, are agile, and are familiar with killing people with their bare hands. But their opponents were not drunkards who drank too much alcohol, but a full seventy armed and angry elite mercenaries. In less than a minute, all the servants in the wooden shed were dead, and few of the bodies lying in a pool of blood had intact parts. The strong smell of blood suppressed the aroma of wine and barbecue, but it failed to completely quell the anger of the Sons of Flame members. "What should we do next?" The middle-aged mercenary wiped the blood-stained dagger on the corpse's clothes and asked the young man in a murderous tone, "Captain Tomad, the situation is completely clear now. "Should we kill all the enemies here first, or rush back to Tatarchuk to expose that man's conspiracy?" The young man - Tomad glanced at the body of the guard captain lying in a pool of blood, stabbed just now? The sword edge that entered the opponent's ribs felt blocked by fighting spirit, and the intensity should have reached the level of fighting spirit.Qi disperses. This guy is actually a high-level knight. If he hadn't tried to play some conspiracy and was assassinated by the two of them, it would have taken a lot of effort to fight head-on. "None of the guards here can be left behind. I'm afraid their hands are stained with the blood debt of innocent travelers and adventurers." Thomasad said coldly, with completely undisguised murderous intent flashing in his golden eyes, "Go on. Next, we will search the entire camp in detail to find evidence that the mercenary king Joseph Tito instructed the guards of the White Hill Camp to massacre the merchant groups and adventurers. Now we lack this physical evidence and want to win the trust of the City Council. It¡¯s not that easy for those weak politicians.¡± The operation to eliminate the guards at the Baiqiu camp went smoothly. Although they were all excellent warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles, they had been scattered everywhere due to Larocque¡¯s arrangement. Among the buildings and alleys, most of them took off their armor and began to rest. In accordance with the order, they prepared to launch a massacre of drunkards and the poisoned and dying people after midnight. Unexpectedly, the scythe of death chose exactly the opposite target. ¡°About half an hour later, the sound of sword clashes that echoed through every corner of the camp had completely disappeared, along with the moans of the dying, the screams of the wounded, and the curses of the gnashed teeth. A wooden shed that had been simply cleaned served as a temporary headquarters. When Tomad walked into the building, he couldn't help but frowned tightly. The bloody smell lingering in his nose was as strong as if he had walked into a pig slaughterhouse. of slaughterhouse. "Captain Tomad, the brothers have dealt with the last group of stubborn resisters." When Captain Chama is excited, his voice always becomes as high-pitched as a military horn, making people's eardrums buzz. "I dare to swear that the Sons of Flame have never fought such a battle to relieve their anger. We divided and surrounded those arrogant guards, forced them into corners, and then slaughtered them. We did not accept anyone's pleas or surrender" "Do you have any? Found evidence?" Tomad interrupted bluntly, "The letters exchanged between the mercenary king Joseph Tito and the guard captain of Baiqiu camp, or something else." Captain Chama was stunned for a moment, "We found the guard. There are a lot of shady things in the captain's private warehouse, but the letters Captain Tomad, you know, not many people in the Sons of Flame can understand the things written on parchment. I'll have them found. "I brought them all." There were more parchments piled in front of Tomad than expected, but most of them were bills recording the camp's income and expenses. The guard captain who lost his life because of his cleverness obviously didn't have clean hands and feet. Thomasad just glanced at it and found several traces of smearing and deletion. The only piece of evidence that was barely useful was an unsigned secret letter. Thomas read it twice carefully, then frowned and rolled up the parchment. "We are facing a very cautious and powerful enemy." He whispered to the others who looked expectantly. "This secret letter can prove why no one was able to tell the news about the changes in the Abraham Barbarian Orc tribe during this period of time. He was brought to Tatarchuk, but it was obviously impossible to prove who the guard captain of the Baiqiu camp was taking orders from. " "You still have to ask?" The bearded old Bach has an impatient and straightforward temper, and he never knows how to hide his words. " Of course it¡¯s that mercenary king, he was the one who ordered Baiqiu Camp to be built. ¡°It¡¯s true that Baiqiu Camp belongs to the Lord of the City, but it¡¯s easy for him to defend himself.¡± Tomad clapped his hands. "There is no signature or identity mark on this secret letter. He can definitely say that the Baiqiu camp was infiltrated by other forces, and the order to kill the adventurers and block the news has nothing to do with him." "This bastard does. Clear yourself completely!" Captain Chama dropped the cup, and the wall of the crystal cup made a crisp crackling sound, and a blood-red rose bloomed on the ground. "Captain Tomad, you make up your mind. What should we do now?" Tomad sighed. He didn't want to be involved in the mercenary king's conspiracy at all. He just wanted to live peacefully outside the influence of a certain marquis in the Griffin Empire, and hoped that the truth would come to light soon. Ever since he let out the bad breath in his chest in the Magic Mountain Canyon, his thoughts have been so simple. "You should be the one who makes the decision, Captain Chama." Tomad forced himself to smile. He was worried about the safety of those who stayed in Tatarchuk, although he made some contingency preparations before setting off. , but he didn't expect that the situation he faced would be so serious. "You are the commander of this escort mission of the Sons of Flame." "Captain Lena told us to obey your orders along the way." Captain Chama said seriously, "We are all rough people." He Scanning the crowd with a cold gaze, "The vast majority of mercenaries are like this. If you pick up a sword and kill the enemy on the opposite side,There will never be a frown here. But it¡¯s not possible to cope with the current complex situation. We simply don¡¯t know what to do. " "Hey, I think so too! "Old Bach slapped the table with a bang, "Tomard, if your judgment hadn't been accurate, we people would have died under the butcher's knife of the barbarian beasts long ago. Even if we were lucky enough to break out of the siege, we would still have to die. Send it here. He spat hard at his feet, "Just tell me what to do. Anyway, I plan to listen to you." " Other captains of the Sons of Flame also spoke one after another, and their opinions were similar. They all showed a responsible attitude. Tomad knew that there was no need to continue to shirk. He took a deep breath, "Since I have your trust, then I ¡± A burst of particularly sad horns interrupted his words, and then the door was slammed open, and a mercenary on guard duty rushed in with a rolling body, his face whiter than parchment. ¡°We were beaten. Surrounded by orcs, countless orcs! "