Imperial Crown

Raven came closer, and Denise did not dodge.

In the dim room, Raven's nose was immediately filled with a faint fragrance.

The scent of powder, a hint of sweat, and the plump and seductive body fragrance unique to mature women.

If Lux is a green apple, then Denise is a ripe mango, exuding the seductive fragrance of honey.

It was placed in the Garden of Eden, without the instigation of the snake, it was enough to make Adam and Eve eat the forbidden fruit.

At the moment their lips touched, Denise's eyes, which were originally slightly absent-minded, flashed a trace of panic. She put her hand on Raven's chest and wanted to push him away, but she lost her strength when she touched it, like a gentle caress.

As if he wanted to swallow Denise into his stomach, Raven frantically demanded, and his tongue deftly knocked open Denise's teeth. The latter wanted to stop him, but was paralyzed by the male hormones that permeated the air. She could only let Raven gallop. The powerless resistance was more like a shy and unfamiliar response.

The two tongues intertwined in the dark night, like two snakes dancing in the water.

Denise had completely fallen into a state of unconsciousness. The flushed color surged onto her skin, blending together finely, wetting the only remaining cloth on her body. Her crystal eyes were covered with a layer of misty water vapor, her long eyelashes trembled constantly, her legs were pressed together and rubbed against each other, and her ten cardamom-like toes were firmly clasped on the soft carpet.

A trace of sobbing nasal songs leaked out, like rejection, but also like desire.

Raven was no longer satisfied with this wet and lingering kiss. His hands fell on Denise's silky legs, invading upwards little by little, trying to reach the core territory.

This instantly restored Denise's clarity of mind. She pushed Raven's chest, raised her head and broke free from this sweet and long entanglement, her chest heaving and breathing heavily.

Raven showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, he licked his lips, and savored the sweet feeling just now.

Denise had both the shyness of a girl and the mature charm of a mature woman. It was really a rare and wonderful experience.

He walked to the side of the closet and threw a heavy piece of clothing next to Denise.

"Thank you." Denise's eyes deliberately avoided Raven. The short contact just now was already a stimulation she had never had in her life. Now her legs and feet were still a little weak.

Watching Denise covering her body little by little in front of him, Raven asked: "Denise, how were you discovered?"

Denise's residence was on the edge of the third floor, very remote. When Raven was arranging the scene, he deliberately led people to the warehouse and armory. Most of the rooms here were empty. With Denise's intelligence and caution, she should not be discovered in just a dozen minutes.

Denise also understood the meaning of Raven's words. She glanced at the body on the ground with hatred: "He found my room directly..."

This sentence opened up the minds of both of them at the same time.

Bailey found Denise's room purposefully, which means that someone revealed her location to him at the first time.

And many people knew where she lived, including the maid, old Gordon, and Weston...

"Weston!" Thinking of her son, Denise's heart beat faster: "Raven, go and save him!"

"Don't get excited, Aunt Denise." Raven said: "Weston is not a fool. He is not so easy to be caught. Maybe he is still hiding in the room now."

"Yes, he may still be hiding in the room..." Denise muttered, and suddenly rushed out.

Raven held her in his arms: "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to save my son!"

"You'll only get yourself into trouble if you do this!"

Ignoring Denise's struggle, Raven rudely picked her up by the waist and carried her on his shoulders, jumped onto the windowsill, confirmed the stability of the hook, and landed on the ground with the rope.

"One thousand gold coins, I'll give you one thousand gold coins to save Visdon!" Denise was put on the ground, she stood up and shouted: "If one thousand is not enough, I'll give you three thousand--"

Before she finished speaking, her mouth and nose were filled with bloody smell, and she vomited on the spot without warning.

Everywhere he looked, there were corpses everywhere!

Raven didn't vomit, but his eyebrows were jumping wildly, and he started to load the crossbow with arrows again.

A deep look swept over, and the flames gushing out of the castle illuminated the battlefield, showing a cruel scene like hell.

Corpses were lying in a mess at the entrance of the hall. Some of them were bandits and private soldiers. Their heads were smashed, and some were chopped off. The broken parts were covered with bright red muscles and yellowish fat, which wrapped the broken bones.

This reminded Raven of the spare ribs in the supermarket freezer, and the scene of slaughtering pigs during the New Year in his previous life.

Broken blood vessels were like torn wires, and sticky blood flowed out and merged together, spreading a gorgeous and cruel red carpet.

One, two, three...

There were ten corpses in total, four of which belonged to bandits, six to private soldiers, and three wounded soldiers with broken arms and legs wailing at the end of the team.

Raven's nostrils twitched and he clenched his teeth tightly.

In his two lifetimes, he had never seen so many corpses with his own eyes, let alone so much blood!

His biological instinct made him reluctant to watch, but his reason told him that he had to adapt to it all.

In this cruel world, if you can't adapt, you can only die!

If he is like this, what about his private soldiers?

Their performance was not much better than Denise's. Each of them looked pale, and the hands holding the spears were shaking. Some of them had obviously vomited, and the remaining vomit hung on their chests and flowed to the ground.

But the results of two months of training were still revealed at this moment. No matter how violent their legs were shaking and how frightened their hearts were, the discipline they had formed into habits kept them firmly in place and maintained the order of the formation. !

boom--

The originally closed door suddenly opened, and Raven could clearly see that his private soldiers had experienced a brief panic, and several of their bodies were still falling backwards.

But then, Simon standing in the front row loudly shouted: "For Lord Raven! Eagle Army, raise your gun——"

This voice seemed to trigger some kind of switch, causing the private soldiers to stand still: "For Lord Raven!"

They spread their legs and stretched their spears straight forward. Twenty-seven spears were hooked into a bright steel flower.

Eric is the stamen of this flower. He is wearing heavy armor and standing there like an iron tower.

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded, and the bandits waved their weapons, trampling on the blood with their heavy footsteps, and rushed out with howls: "Kill——"

The rogue Solal strode out with a machete. The tenacity and tenacity of these private soldiers far exceeded his expectations, but they also revealed their fatal weakness - their commander.

As long as Simon is dealt with, the morale of these people can be completely destroyed!

Simon had also realized this a long time ago. When he and Solar looked at each other, they could clearly see their faces in each other's eyes - one was a pale-faced recruit, and the other was a ferocious-looking gangster!

"Stab——" Simon shouted loudly and held out the spear in his hand.

At the same time, five more spears were handed over following Simon's spear tip, and the six people moved as neatly as one person!

Solar turned slightly sideways, but was still stabbed between the chest and abdomen by three spears. The chain armor resisted the spear points, but could not resolve the force. His face suddenly turned pale, he staggered back, and then rushed towards him. The accomplice who came up was bumped into his chest and fell to the ground with a thud!

"prick--"

Before Solar could stand up, under the leadership of Simon, six spears pierced out. Two spears hit his shoulders and pinned him to the ground. Two spears were inserted into his waist to prevent him from struggling. The last two spears fell at the same time. On his forehead and throat!

puff--

Blood surged up and splashed like a fountain, falling on the face of every private soldier, rendering Simon's handsome face like a ghost!

And they really looked like evil ghosts. Their breathing began to quicken, their arms began to become steady, and some of them even had a bloodthirsty desire in their eyes.

From then on, they knew that bandits were also made of flesh and blood and would die if they were stabbed by a spear - as long as they killed the enemy first, they would not die!

"ah--"

"Mother--"

“My eyes!!!!”

One after another, screams sounded at the same time.

At the moment of the confrontation, Simon led someone to stab Ansor to death, but at the same time, two bandits rushed into the team with superb skills, taking away the lives of three private soldiers, and at the same time taking his own life. Stay here forever!

In this chaos, only Eric stood with his sword like an iron tower, and remained unmoved despite the blood mist splashing on his body. He stared deeply into the hall, and his breathing was heavy and long.

Heavy footsteps stepped on the ground, tearing the already tattered carpet into rags. Under the firelight, the outline of a man was revealed, it was Anderson.

He was surrounded by dense dark fighting energy, and his figure seemed to disappear in this dark environment. Boom——

Anderson's fighting spirit was poured into his feet, and his huge force pushed away a wave of blood on the ground. He jumped up high, and the mace with [primary strength] attached was wrapped in ink-like fighting spirit and swung into a circle, heading straight for Eric's helmet was smashed off!

The latter spread his legs slightly, took off the shield behind him and faced him. Under the stimulation of fighting spirit, a layer of bright light suddenly lit up on the shield. The originally pitted surface became complete visibly to the naked eye, and the thickness increased by at least half an inch. !

Iron Dou Qi is born for war, turning oneself into a steel fortress!

Boom——

The hammer and shield collided together, fighting spirit and fighting spirit intertwined, and a circle of black and white halo exploded!

Eric adjusted the angle of the shield accurately, removing most of the incoming force.

Even so, when the hammer hit the smooth surface of the steel shield, the remaining blood on it was still shaken into a fine blood mist. The hard steel nails penetrated the shield, and the dark fighting spirit poured into it. Under the tearing, the shield exploded with a dying breath. The moans!

Click!

The hard shield was broken into two halves, and even Eric's gauntlet showed a crack.

But he still firmly received this heavy blow that could have smashed his head!

His feet were still steady, his breathing was still steady, and the broad sword in his right hand was already heading towards Anderson's throat!

The latter took a deep breath, and instead of retreating, he raised his chest and faced it!

Bang——

The sword edge hit the hard enchanted breastplate, and the huge impact made Anderson take two steps back. He suddenly put two fingers into his mouth and whistled loudly: "Squeak——"

This is a signal, not to people, but to monsters!

Although the six first-level blood-eyed war horses are not controlled by knights, their physiques and armors are enough to defeat these private soldiers who only have leather armor!

I didn't use it before because I didn't want to lose precious monsters here, but now I don't care about it anymore. As long as I can get out alive, I can still earn back these!

"Come on me!!!"

Anderson roared again, and the bandits' morale was greatly boosted. They howled and rushed out the door, hoping to attack the first-order monsters from both inside and outside!

But the expected sound of horse hooves never came.

Bang.

The half-hand sword and the enchanted mace collided together. The former was slightly deformed, but still repelled Anderson's attack. The latter glanced anxiously.

Where is the horse? Where is my horse? ?

"squeak--"

Anderson whistled again, but still didn't hear the familiar sound of hooves.

Saw the undead!

"Withdraw -" Anderson gave the order with red eyes, because during this charge, two more bandits lost their lives forever.

Why on earth! ?

Raven knew the answer.

After all, Warcraft is Warcraft. Since he led the team to kill it, how could he leave such a huge hidden danger behind his back?

He did not let his private soldiers waste time fighting the monsters, but used another method - his hand crossbow.

This weapon, which has been with him for several years, has a short range but good penetration. It cannot penetrate hard enchanted armor, but it is more than enough to deal with a few domesticated monsters.

The pale Denise endured the discomfort caused by the smell of blood and walked to Raven: "Raven, save my Vesdon..."

Raven said: "Veston is not a stupid person, he..."

"I saw him!" Denise's voice raised slightly, then lowered again: "He was covered in blood and lying in the hall, but he is still alive. I am sure he is still alive. Please Lei. Wen, save him!”

"Five thousand gold coins, and all the shares in Federo Business!" Denise offered the highest price she could with a desperate determination in her eyes.

Raven shook his head slowly but firmly: "I am responsible for my soldiers."

"But he is also your brother!" Denise's eyes were filled with deep pleading: "As long as I can rescue Vesdon, I can give you anything, including... including..."

When she said this, a slightly shy blush crept up her cheeks.

But Raven had already looked away indifferently.

In a war, the defending side always has the greater advantage.

The terrain he deliberately arranged can certainly be used to catch turtles, but if he attacks by force, it will be a different situation.

The gate is narrow, and the bandits cannot deploy their troops. The same goes for his private soldiers. If they rush in at this time, they will probably continue to lose men.

These soldiers who have seen blood and killed people will become the core and elite of his private army in the future. Each one is valuable and must not be wasted just because of one Vesdon.

"They are just a bunch of despicable serfs!! Why did they beat us like this!?" The bandit named Xingila screamed in grief and anger.

There was a whooshing sound in the air, accompanied by a low scream, and a heavy oak wine glass hit him until his nose started to bleed.

Anderson retracted his arm and slammed the table: "Fart! They can't be serfs!"

In just half an hour, he lost ten men.

Ten!

These are the fierce bandits who follow him to rob homes and houses. The elites fought on the tip of the knife are his capital to dominate the bloody highlands!

They have weapons made of fine steel in their hands, and they wear fine steel chain armor worth at least fifty gold coins!

But now, only a dozen of Raven's private soldiers have been replaced!

The equipment of these thirty private soldiers put together is not as valuable as the equipment of a bandit!

Indeed, Raven's strategy was clever, luring him into the trap step by step, allowing the private soldiers to occupy the most favorable terrain.

But this is not the reason why the exchange ratio is almost one for one!

It's not like Anderson has never fought against the nobles' private soldiers. Their equipment is better than that of the Eagle Army, which only has leather armor and spears. However, in terms of morale and tenacity, they are completely incomparable to the latter. They often only need to kill a few. Be the bravest, and the others will disperse and be slaughtered.

"Fighting to the death, with a tight formation! There is no way they are Raven's private soldiers, they must be elites he borrowed from elsewhere! The [Xue Feng Legion] led by Xuefeng is nothing more than that!"

These words echoed in the hall, and the heads of the gangsters hung lower.

The serf soldiers were okay. If there were elite soldiers outside, wouldn't they be even more unable to rush out?

Thick despair lingered in Anderson's heart, making his mouth full of bitterness, and then a wave of unwillingness surged into his heart.

Do I, the dignified "Scarface" Anderson, have to die worthlessly in this remote backwater?

"Damn it!"

He kicked the chair on the ground angrily, and the chair flew out with a whoosh and landed on the ground, letting out a shrill wail: "Ouch——"

Anderson raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Who!?"

"Lord Leader, it's me, it's me!" Weisidong showed a flattering smile and crawled up like a worm.

With a clang sound, Anderson raised a scimitar on his toes, stood up, and walked towards Vesdon expressionlessly.

If it hadn't been for this damn guy, Bailey wouldn't be missing now, and the situation wouldn't be so critical!

Vesdon's fat face couldn't help but tremble, and he moved back like a maggot: "Don't kill me, I can, I can let you out!"

"I am the second young master of the Griffith family, Raven's younger brother!"

"Oh, so?" Anderson sneered, and the scar on his face looked extremely hideous in the firelight: "Raven left you here as bait, and he didn't intend to let you live. What do you rely on to keep us alive?"

Wesdon's mind turned at an unprecedented speed: "He left me here just to kill someone with a borrowed knife. He wanted to kill me! But he didn't dare to do it himself!"

"Raven is a guy who is insidious, cunning, despicable, and shameless! But he is also hypocritical. No matter what he does, he will find a high-sounding excuse!"

"The Eagle Castle was attacked, which is already very shameful. If he can save me but doesn't, he will definitely become a laughing stock among the nobles!"

"You can take me as a hostage and threaten him to let Raven Come in by yourself!"

"Then you can rush up and kidnap Raven. Those private soldiers were trained by him and will never hurt him. You will definitely be able to leave safely!"

Pa, pa, pa...

Anderson clapped his hands rhythmically: "As expected of a noble, you are really good at undermining your family."

Wesdon smiled: "You are too kind, too kind..."

Anderson's face turned cold: "But... there is another question, how can I know that you are not lying to me?"

"And the empty threats always feel not strong enough, right?"

In the firelight, Anderson walked step by step to Weisdon, who widened his eyes and moved back desperately: "Don't, don't... don't..."

"Ah——"

Squeak.

The door was pried open a crack.

The screams of slaughtering pigs resounded through the courtyard of Eagle Castle, and then a fat arm was thrown out.

Anderson's voice rang out: "Raven! Your brother Weisdong is in our hands now!"

"Help, Raven! Save me--save me!!!" Weisdong's voice rang out, and then stopped abruptly.

"I won't give you too much time. Now it's just an arm. If you don't come in within three minutes, then I'll cut off another arm. In another three minutes, it will be a thigh..."

"Lord Baron! You are a nobleman after all. Are you going to watch your brother being killed by us bit by bit? Tsk tsk tsk, so cold-blooded, ruthless, and incompetent!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Raven. Except for Denise who had hope in her eyes, Eric and a group of private soldiers did not want him to take risks, and they all shook their heads.

Cursing Weisdong in his heart, Raven said righteously on the surface: "Don't hurt my brother. If you have any conditions, just put them forward!"

"Great! You are worthy of being the Baron!" Anderson shouted: "Then please come in alone. If you dare to bring any men, your brother will be dead!"

"Shameless bandit, you are slandering my honor!" Raven threw the rapier in his hand to the ground: "I will go in now, but if you dare to hurt my brother again, don't even think about leaving this castle!!"

Simon's eyes were misty.

Lord Raven is so kind! At this point, he can wipe out the bandits immediately, but he is willing to take risks just for a brother who is not motivated and has no blood relationship with him.

From now on, I must train harder and protect the Baron well!

Raven walked towards the hall, but was stopped by Eric, who shook his head slowly, obviously not wanting Raven to take risks.

Raven patted the retainer on the shoulder and quietly threw the enchanted dagger to the ground: "The back of the armor is his weak point."

Amid Eric's astonishment, Raven walked into the hall.

Boom.

As soon as he entered the hall, the door was closed. Anderson held Weisdong in his arms and put the scimitar on his neck: "We finally meet, Baron Raven."

Raven glanced at the bandits on both sides and shook his collar: "Stop talking nonsense, what do you want to let my brother go!"

"It's great!" Anderson winked at the bandits on both sides: "It's very simple, as long as you escort us for a while, Lord Baron."

Two bandits came in a double-team, and Raven shouted angrily: "Get out of here!"

"I am the Baron of the Empire. Even if I have to be a prisoner, you bandits can't touch me!"

He looked at Anderson with a frown: "Now, let Weisdong go immediately, I'll be your hostage!"

This tough attitude immediately made the two bandits hesitate, and even Anderson felt a little respect in his heart.

Calm, strong, and arrogant!

This is simply the ideal aristocratic look in his mind. When he thought that he lost to such a person, the feeling of frustration also dissipated a lot.

"Don't believe him! He must be up to something again!" Weisdong screamed: "Just hold him down, he is a devil, a devil!"

"Shut up!" Anderson tightened the blade in his hand, and Weisdong's throat suddenly had a blood line.

Traitors are always more hateful than enemies, and the same is true for traitors in the enemy camp.

Compared to Weisdong, who is like a beast and can even betray his own mother, he still trusts Raven more.

"Baron Raven, I can agree to your request." Anderson said: "Please raise your hands and walk slowly to me, this will be good for both of us."

"I hope you keep your promise." Raven raised his hand and walked towards Anderson step by step.

The latter swallowed his saliva, feeling a little excited.

He did lose a lot of people today, but as long as he could capture Raven alive, he would have completed Hyde Slater's commission.

With the support of the Slater family, his lost blood would soon be replenished, and he would rise again on the bloody high ground!

Just when Raven walked three steps in front of him, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted behind Anderson: "Little Mustache, what are you doing!?"

Anderson was shocked. Did Bailey come back quietly at this time? He wanted to kill me and replace my position as leader?

He looked back in a hurry, but there was nothing except the empty corridor!

Anderson turned his head back suddenly, and his pupils suddenly shrank, because he had seen that Raven had put his arm down at some point, and he was still holding a dark and strung crossbow in his hand, and the crossbow arrow was flashing with a faint blue light!

Raven's face was as calm as a lake, and he pulled the trigger.

Whoosh——

The crossbow string went from being bent to being tight, and while it was shaking off a cloud of dust, it pushed the crossbow arrow out. The three-edged tail feathers made of steel broke through the air and made the entire crossbow arrow spin. Under the light of the fire, it was like a dark star falling down.

Anderson felt that his scalp had exploded, because the crossbow arrow was not aimed at himself, but at Visdon in his arms!

Throwing Visdon out, the crossbow arrow nailed into the wall with a ding. Anderson wiped the cold sweat from his head and roared: "Raven, are you crazy!?"

"Tsk, what a pity." Raven put away the crossbow, turned around and rushed to the door in the astonishment of everyone, and suddenly pulled the door open: "The bandits are treacherous and want to kill the hostages, charge!!!"

Eric smashed the door open at an unprecedented speed and rushed in like a bulldozer.

The half-sword in his hand drew an arc, knocked the bandits rushing from the left away, and then roared at Anderson!

The bandits on the right were stabbed to death by the private soldiers who rushed into the gate before they could react!

"Raven!!!" Anderson shouted in anger. He finally realized that he was deceived by this seemingly upright guy.

What honor and reputation, they are all said to others!

I still believe you so much!

This Raven is a shameless and despicable scum, a real gerbil! Even among the bandits, there are rarely such shameless guys!

He was about to rush towards Raven with a hammer, but was blocked by Eric. He urged the fighting spirit to be poured into the hammer and swung it horizontally: "Get out of here!"

"Don't even think about it!" Eric also poured the fighting spirit into the half sword in his hand. The long sword, which was originally deformed, made a clanging sound, became sharp and smooth, and met the hammer!

Although the enchanted weapon is powerful, the steel fighting spirit can greatly enhance the toughness and strength of the weapon itself.

Bang---

The nail hammer and the half-sword collided with each other, and the steel fighting spirit and the dark fighting spirit intertwined, bursting out a chaotic glow like water mist, and the latter was suddenly broken in half. Under this huge force, Eric's already cracked hand armor was shattered!

At the same time, Anderson couldn't bear the vibration from the hammer handle and spread his fingers. The broken stones flew across the sky, and the nail hammer smashed into the wall pillar with a sound of breaking through the air!

Eric said in a deep voice: "Just surrender!"

"Dream on!" Anderson's right hand passed over his belt, and a dark scimitar suddenly appeared. Judging from the blood light on it, this is another enchanted weapon!

He has space equipment on him!

"Go to hell!" Anderson swung the scimitar and chopped it off.

Eric was panicked but not confused. Fighting spirit was infused into the armor, and he raised his arms to block upwards.

With the infusion of fighting spirit, he was confident that he could stop this attack!

However, just as the blade and the arms were about to collide, Anderson's wrist suddenly twisted like a snake, and the scimitar drew a strange arc, bypassed the arms, and chopped on Eric's left shoulder!

This is a combat skill that is circulated in the Bloody Highlands and is said to come from the snake people - [Slippery Scale Slash].

Sparks burst!

Even the plate armor made of fine steel still couldn't resist the sharpness of the enchanted weapon. A touch of bright red sprayed in the air, and Anderson's face had a hint of redness.

Second-level enchantment [Primary Bloodsucking]!

With a loud bang, Anderson kicked Eric to the ground and strode towards Raven, who had already loaded the crossbow and aimed it straight at his forehead.

Anderson sneered at the corner of his mouth. This kind of hand crossbow couldn't penetrate his armor at all!

However, at this moment, a huge force came from behind, making him unable to move forward, because Eric had stood up at this time and locked him tightly in his arms with his right arm!

"Let go!" Anderson hit Eric's waist with an elbow, and the latter's armor suddenly dented, blood spurted out of his mouth, but his arms were locked tighter!

"If you want to die, I will send you to death!" Seeing the surrounding Eagle Army surrounding him, Anderson buried his head deeply, turned his wrist, held the scimitar in reverse, and stabbed behind him fiercely!

At this angle, Raven's crossbow could only fall on his helmet, and the scimitar in his hand was enough to kill Eric!

The sound of the steel gauntlet rubbing against the armor sounded from behind his head, and Anderson's mouth curled up a sneer-with your fingers, do you still want to buckle my plate armor?

Puff.

A flash of cold light, blood flew.

Clang.

The bloody scimitar fell to the ground. Anderson looked up in disbelief, sticky and salty blood gushing out of his mouth: "Why...why..."

What answered him was a crossbow arrow that gradually enlarged in his pupils.

Boom.

This was the last sound Anderson heard.

The sound of the crossbow arrow piercing the skull and shooting into the brain.

Eric let go of his hand and fell on his back with Anderson, gasping for breath, and a blood-stained enchanted dagger rolled to the ground.

Just now, he held this dagger and stabbed it into the back of Anderson's neck.

Enchanted equipment is not without loopholes, especially this kind of full-body armor, there will always be some parts that cannot retain enough magic power for various reasons, thus becoming relatively weak weaknesses.

Anderson's armor is at the back of the neck.

Raven came forward, took out the healing potion, opened the bottle stopper, and poured it into Eric's mouth: "Aren't you afraid that I gave you false information?"

"Baron, you are fighting so hard, I can't just shrink back." Eric opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of bloody red teeth: "And this is a success!"

Raven knew that from this moment on, he had truly won the loyalty of this retainer.

With the death of the leader, the battle in the hall soon came to an end. Under the attack of the private soldiers, the remaining bandits either died or surrendered - but most of them died.

The private soldiers were deeply poisoned by the bandits, and many of their comrades had just died, so they would be a little cruel.

Raven's eyes swept across the hall and saw Weisdong lying on the ground. Although he fainted, his chest was still rising and falling. His eyes fell on a scimitar on the ground. Just as he was about to pick it up, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Wesdon--"

Denise rushed in, stepping on the blood on the ground, and immediately locked her son's position and hugged him in her arms.

"Oh! My poor brother--" Raven twisted his thigh fiercely and rushed up with tears in his eyes: "It's all my fault as a brother that these damn bandits hurt you, oh... poor brother!"

He gently wrapped his hand around Denise's slender waist and kept stroking: "Aunt Denise, please don't be too sad. I believe that with the power of the Lord of Light, he will definitely be able to recover!"

Denise turned her head, glared at him fiercely, and slapped his salty pig hand off her waist.

Yes, the Church of Light does have a magic that can regenerate broken limbs, but it must be at least level seven!

Level seven!

Not to mention where to find a great magician of level seven, even if she can find one, Denise doesn't have the capital to ask someone to do it.

This kind of existence releases a high-level magic, at least hundreds of thousands, or even millions of gold coins!

Denise was in no mood to argue with Raven at the moment, and shouted: "Simon, and, and that guy, stop wasting time, don't you see that Weston is already unconscious? Come and help me, send him to the church!"

Simon's face was cold and his tone was stiff: "Madam Denise, we only follow the orders of the Baron."

"Haha, so you are Denise!" A bandit who had just been captured laughed: "Baron Raven! I have information to tell you, please promise me to let me go, I have never killed anyone in the Eagle Territory!"

Raven raised his eyebrows: "That depends on the value of this information."

"I know who informed and leaked the location of this lady!"

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