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Chapter 458 Understanding [Three]

Snapped!
The flames licked the wood in the fireplace, and there was a soft pop.

The man with his back to the mural slowly withdrew his gaze from the mural in front of him.

He turned around.

The dim firelight finally illuminated his face.

This is a burly man who is nearly two meters tall. Under his gray hair, a pair of equally gray eyes are sunken in his eye sockets.

The gray stubble on his chin looked like it was covered with a layer of frost, and a hideous scar on his left cheek ran diagonally from his brow bone to his jaw, like a centipede coiled on his pale skin.

He was wearing a silver leather armor, and the fire from the fireplace danced on his body, casting his shadow on the wall, like a white bear ready to attack.

——Gulu!
Seeing this scene, Chat swallowed unconsciously, lowered his head a little, and almost dared not look directly at him.

"You mean"

Irede spoke, his voice so low that it seemed to be squeezed out of his chest.

"That Elu, after being tortured and starved for three days, and then tied to the stake with his hands and feet tied with hemp ropes, killed Rock and four trained militiamen?"

His gray eyes were fixed on Chat in front of him, his gaze was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it.

Those who performed the burning ceremony were all selected by him personally.

Therefore, he naturally knew who the person the other party was talking about.

A malnourished little guy who has just reached adulthood.

His body was so thin that it seemed like it could be blown down by a gust of wind.

How could a peasant like this kill Rock?

Although Rock was just a dog under his command, he could not compare with him at all.

But he also has the strength of an apprentice knight. Generally speaking, it is not a problem for one person to deal with three or four adult men.

Not to mention that there were four militiamen around.

In this situation, they were all killed by the other party.

If Chat in front of him wasn't an old man who had followed him for a long time, he would know that the other party would not joke about such things.

He almost started to doubt whether the other party was playing a trick on him.

Chat wiped the cold sweat that continued to seep out of his face with his sleeve.

“This is absolutely true, Lord Ired, and all the villagers who were present at the time saw it.

The bodies have been brought in and are outside."

Irede's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Take me to see it."

Five bodies were neatly laid out on the ground.

Ired knelt on one knee and stroked the horrible wound on Rock's neck with his leather-gloved right hand.

Then, his eyes swept over the four remaining militia bodies on one side.

The four bodies had their jaws torn, their chests pierced, their necks pierced, and their heads chopped off.

The death was very tragic.

This made some of the villagers and militiamen surrounding them look pale.

Regarding the performance of the people around you.

Irede didn't care.

Looking at the bodies on the ground.

His brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

The circumstances of these people's deaths varied.

However, there is one thing in common.

That means everyone is killed with one blow.

Want to do this.

It requires a high level of control over the strength and angle of the attack.

Even for him, an official knight certified by the Federation, it was extremely difficult to do this.

After all, to put it bluntly, a knight is just an ordinary person who has been trained.

Only great knights who have refined their skills to the pinnacle and possessed the peak physique of human beings could do it.

But how is that possible.

Every great knight is the result of long-term training and repeated tempering.

Compared to the opponent, he is a great knight.

Irede is more inclined to another possibility.

Think of this.

He stood up on his knees and glanced at the silent villagers around him.

"Chat."

His voice was deep.

"Give these four warriors a proper burial and provide each family with three silver lions as compensation. May the gods comfort their souls."

As for Rock, he had no relatives, so this helped him save some pension.

"Yes, merciful Lord Ereid!"

Chat's eyes moved and he quickly spoke loudly.

"Merciful Lord Erid!"

The villagers around him followed suit, looking at Ired with a hint of admiration.

You know, the total income of the villagers in a year may only add up to half a silver lion.

Therefore, three silver lions are not a small amount. If you save a little, it is enough for a family to live for six or seven years without doing anything.

for this scene.

Irede naturally took it into consideration as well.

The reason why he was willing to give these people pensions.

Of course it’s not because he is a goody-goody.

Instead, doing so can play a certain role in winning people's hearts.

If there is no benefit at all and it all depends on the fear of his subordinates, who would sincerely work for him?

The pension for the dead, after all, is to buy the loyalty of the living.

Go halfway.

It seemed like he remembered something.

Ired paused.

He turned to look at Chat.

"Search the surroundings for me. If you find any trace of Elu, notify me immediately!"

"Yes, Lord Ereid!"

Chat's body trembled, and he quickly responded.

Do it all.

Ereid went straight back into the house.

It's just that no one saw it.

After returning to the house, the moment the door was closed.

Irede's face was as gloomy as water.

As a sheriff and mayor of three villages.

The information he knew was far beyond what ordinary villagers could understand.

He knew that there was a very strange and powerful group of people in this world.

And he, by chance, became one of them.

That's why.

He was impressed by the strength of this crowd.

"This Elu... could he also be a professional?"

He whispered.

This possibility is not small.

If it is an ordinary knight or a great knight, ordinary people can reach this level by tempering their physique and memory.

There is absolutely no way he is as thin as he looks.

Unless the other party is also a professional.

But there was one thing that he couldn't understand.

If the other party is really a professional.

Why are they hiding in Gray Leaf Village? What is their purpose?

Why didn't he fight back when he was arrested? Why did he have to wait until he was about to be burned at the stake before he resisted?

Thinking of what Chat said before.

Although the other side killed several militiamen.

But it's not like he wasn't injured at all.

From this, we can judge that the other party is really a professional.

The strength is definitely not that strong.

At most, it has just entered the sequence.

It is even possible that it is still wandering outside the sequence.

Think about this.

A cold light flashed in Irede's eyes.

My actions this time will definitely put me in conflict with him.

If you can find it, it's best to kill it directly.

Think of this here.

He looked toward the fireplace.

next second.

A strange situation occurred.

The flames in the fireplace seemed to suddenly swell as if fuel had been added.

In his gray pupils.

I don’t know if it was because of the reflection or some other reason, but a ball of jumping flames suddenly appeared in it.

……

After instructing several young and strong militiamen to bury the bodies, he also distributed the pensions to the families of these militiamen.

The militia and some villagers were mobilized to search for the body, but they still couldn't find it.

This was also what he expected.

After all, it is impossible for the other party to do such a thing and still stay in the village.

After reporting the news to Ired.

It was almost late at night.

Chat tossed the bag in his hand.

Dozens of copper nails jingled in it.

These were forced upon him by the families of the deceased.

After all, he couldn't work in vain.

It’s just that the amount given to him by one of them was a little too little.

This made him feel a little dissatisfied.

He is not in a hurry about this.

Because as long as he wanted, there were plenty of ways to deal with these mud-legged people.

He opened the door.

Then I found that the house was very quiet.

You know, this time in the past.

The mistress, who was a dozen years younger than him, would sing songs and cook dishes while waiting for him to come home.

She always loved to dance barefoot on the rough wooden floor. Her wheat-colored skin under her linen shirt swayed with the candlelight, which was particularly attractive.

but.

He didn't care about it.

I just thought it was too late and the other person fell asleep.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little warm in his lower abdomen.

Prepare to launch a surprise attack on the opponent.

As a result, after taking just two steps, he seemed to be tripped by something.

I almost fell to the ground.

"Woooo..."

At this time.

A voice sounded.

He was not unfamiliar with this voice.

It was the voice of his mistress.

The other person's voice was like that of a thrush, very recognizable.

He won't admit his mistakes.

But why is the other person on the ground?

The moment this thought arises.

A dagger with a cold glow came out from nowhere and pressed directly against his neck.

……

The night is getting darker.

White Bear Village became quiet again.

This period of time is the most sleepy time of the day.

Except for the occasional barking of dogs, the rest of the place was completely silent.

suddenly.

In the village under the cover of night, a flame suddenly appeared.

Soon, flames appeared in several more locations one after another.

At first it was just a tiny flame, swaying gently in the night breeze.

In a flash, the flames greedily licked the dry thatched roof.

Then, the second and third
Several points of fire suddenly appeared at almost the same time, like a ferocious beast that had been lurking for a long time finally showing its fangs.

It was late autumn and there had been no rain for a long time.

Most of the houses in the village are made of wood with thatched roofs, which now become excellent fire starters.

The fire spread so quickly that it caught people off guard.

In a blink of an eye, the raging flames engulfed the entire row of houses. The scorching fire waves distorted the night sky. Thick smoke billowed straight into the sky, dyeing the bright moonlight dark red.

The sleeping villagers were awakened by the thick smoke, and panicked shouts rang out one after another.

……

"Ok?"

Just as the villagers' screams pierced the night sky, Irede, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes.

He sat up from the bed and rolled over to the ground with swift movements.

As soon as my fingers touched the leather armor hanging on the wall, a burst of hurried and hurried footsteps came closer and closer.

Ired rushed to the door in two steps and pulled open the wooden door.

Chat, with a small moustache, stumbled into the yard. Halfway through his run, he tripped over a stone on the ground and almost fell to the ground.

"Lord Ired! It's bad, the village is on fire!"

This sentence seemed completely unnecessary to Ired.

Because he had seen the smoke and flames in the night sky.

Seeing this, he frowned.

In late autumn, when the weather is dry, fires are not uncommon.

But at this juncture, it was just too coincidental.
Could it be that person who did it?

Think of this.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

I was ready to go back to the house, put on my leather armor and pick up my weapons.

however.

Just the moment he turned around.

A sense of crisis of death suddenly made his hair stand on end.

No time to think too much.

Ired himself dodged to the side.

But unfortunately, it's still too slow.

puff!
The sound of flesh and bones being torn apart could be heard.

My right arm hurts!
next second.

A strong arm flew high and blood spurted out.

The air was suddenly filled with a pungent smell of blood.

--what!

A scream emanated from Ired's mouth.

The figure rolled over like a donkey.

Enter the house.

However, the person who had just attacked him did not let him go.

The sound of air tearing was heard.

A blood-stained dagger struck him in the face like a bolt of lightning.

boom!
next second.

A flash of fire exploded.

Directly forced back the attacking black shadow.

"Chat, how dare you betray me!"

In the firelight.

Erid looked up.

The person who took action was none other than Mr.

It was Chat, an old man over fifty years old who would fall down whenever he walked.

"Interesting! I didn't expect a village chief could wield such power!"

Compared to Ired's anger.

'Chat' looked calm.

There was no trace of the humble look he had before.

Instead, he looked at Ired with interest.

That look was like looking at a monkey.

This look made Irede extremely uncomfortable.

However, compared to this.

He cares about other things.

"You're not Chat? Who are you!"

His eyes were like knives, fixed on the person in front of him.

Although Chat's appearance remained the same at this moment, the temperament that emanated from his bones and the unfamiliar accent when he spoke clearly showed that he was no longer Chat himself.

Facing Irid's questioning
Hu Qi turned a deaf ear to this.

His eyes were fixed firmly on Ereid.

At this moment, lines of fire were gushing out of the fireplace, swirling around his body, which was extremely strange.

It was these flames that blocked him just now.

Hu Qi looked calmly at his right arm holding the dagger, and the cuff turned to ashes.

The surface of his skin was charred black, and the dagger in his hand became a little hot due to the high temperature.

At this moment, Ired on the opposite side groaned.

The body shook.

"You even put poison on the dagger?"

Ired's voice sounded in shock and anger.

At this moment, the wound on his broken arm had turned a little purple.

"Go to hell!"

His face twisted and he raised his only remaining left hand and reached forward.

laugh!
The fire lines that were originally surrounding him moved instantly and shot towards Hu Qi.

Faced with this situation.

Hu Qi's wrist shook suddenly, and the dagger turned into a silver lightning and shot out into the air.

At the same time.

His body leaned forward, his forefoot pressed against the ground, his five toes hooked onto the ground, and his knees slightly bent to accumulate strength.

--boom!

A circle of gas explosions exploded under my feet.

His whole body shot out like a cannonball.

The muscle fibers are like compressed springs that suddenly release.

Two clear footprints were left on the ground, and gravel and dust splashed radially under the reaction force.

Hu Qi almost turned into a shadow. The dagger shot out and tore a crack in the web of intertwined fire, and sparks flew.

Hu Qi threw a punch, aiming for Ired's throat!

——Bang!

Click!

There was a creepy sound of bones exploding.

Ired stumbled back, stopping only when he hit the wall.

His only remaining left arm was twisted and hung irregularly to one side.

next second.

Hu Qi appeared in front of him.

A low kick knocked Irede off balance and he fell to his knees.

Then he pressed his palm on the back of his head and slammed it down!
boom! boom! boom!
Three times in a row.

The wooden floor shattered under the impact, blood splattered on Ired's face, and the flames on his body completely dissipated.

(End of this chapter)