"Black Tree Party? Why are they related to them?"

After listening to Orson's report, Barrowf raised his eyebrows, "What did that guy do?"

"There have been contacted by some guys who have been killed in the guild. They can't tell the specific reason for the attack, but before they were attacked, they snatched the "Saint of Cold Stone Town" from a female player. Because the player took action to kill one of our people first, they had to kill her. Orson told Barrowwufu the results he had investigated.

"The Saint of Lengshi Town?" Barolwufu frowned even more. "What are these guys thinking? They plan to use that little girl to go to Lengshi Town for money? I deserve to be killed." Barolwufu also heard about Lengshi Town. He was disgusted with this behavior of forcing a minor girl to get married. "What else?"

"And it's..." Orson touched his chin, "This matter has to do with the 'research helper' you've been looking for recently."

"Anthony?" Barovu held his forehead, "What's his business?"

"According to the merchant, two mercenaries quarreled before our carriage was ignited and led everyone around him, one of whom was the Anthony."

"You mean Anthony is in the same group with those guys?" Barrowf rubbed his temples. "If the others in the guild know about this, the cooperation with Anthony might end here."

"But we have no way to confirm whether there is any connection between them," Orson shrugged, "because all those people have left Golden Falls in recent days, leaving only that Joel."

"Hmph, this kid Anthony is very smart!" Barrowf waved, "This matter ends here. It doesn't make any sense to continue pursuing it. We have more important work to do at present."

"Okay." Orson nodded, "So what should I do with this Joel?"

"What should I do?" Barrowf glared at Orson, "You have given him the guild's cloak. Now I'm here to ask me what to do? I'll make it clear first. If the guards come over later, you can deal with them. This matter is fully left to you."

"Hehe," Orson pulled the corner of his mouth, "Okay."

...

Sevi sat gloomy on the stone stairs, looking at the foggy surface of the Canjin River and the sky that was about to dusk. Most of the houses around the church square were warehouses or old wooden houses, and almost all those living around were Sevi's accomplices. People generally called them "Black Tree Party" because they all had black World Tree emblem tattoos.

These ignorant guys. Sevi looked up at the stone tower not far away. Looking at it at this distance made Sevi feel at ease. The gods were staring at me. He told himself. We tattooed the emblem of the World Tree on ourselves, not to show anything to the world, but to warn ourselves that the gods were looking at us. But people in the world generally believe that the Black Tree Party is a group of crazy believers of the World Tree, and arrogantly claim to be the "Holy Tree Army" of the present.

We serve the church, which is for the gods. Seve lowered his head and looked at his calloused hands. We were dirtying our hands for the church, and we were dirtying our hands for the gods to ensure their absolute holiness. We are shadow warriors of the holy tree. Seve warned himself and kept silently reciting prayers in his heart.

The Black Tree Party is not allowed to recite the prayer, so it can only be recited silently in the heart. We are sinful beings, but it is precisely because of us, the World Tree and the Gods, who can not be contaminated by sin. The Black Tree Party has its own prayer, which is a silent prayer, which can only be recited silently in the heart and spread through words.

Sevi was the best among the Black Tree Party. After he silently recited the prayer, he loosened his tight fist. His palm was holding the pendant on his neck, a scorched iron world tree emblem, which was a relic. Sevi never told anyone about it. Sevi would never tell others, because it was like his prayer, and he would only recite it silently in his heart.

At this time, a thin man with a hood walked out of the door behind him. He strangled the world tree on his left cheek, which made Seve very dissatisfied, but he did not show it - he had the same attitude towards everyone, coldness. "Boss, I'll find some food." He said to Seve, who would reply, just nodded.

After the thin man left, Sevi continued to look at the river in silence. This time the mission was different from the countless previous missions. Sevi told himself that this mission was for salvation, not destruction and sin. Sevi looked down at his palm. I just slapped the saint, and Sevi's hand trembled slightly. This was a sin that the gods would not forgive. Then Sevi tightened his fist, and there was another sin that I wanted to bear.

While thinking, Sevi raised his head and looked at the stone tower. The sky had not yet darkened. "Take the saint here after it's dark," said the monk, "I don't want others to see you coming to the church."

This is not the first time they made such a request. Seve told himself, so this time he would accept it happily, and it was their duty to bear sin. But Seve's men didn't think much. They thought the church was despising, or even despising them. "They don't want to have anything to do with us! I'm afraid that people will see them interact with us!" A new subordinate of Seve shouted, "They also think that what we are doing is wrong!"

Sever's other old men were much smarter than the newcomer, just watching him shouting alone, without joining or echoing him. So Sever had to beat him up in the end. The boy was broken with his nose and half of his front teeth, and finally a finger was chopped off by Sever. "Humility, boy," Sever said to his subordinates who were holding the bloody hands, "Keep humble in front of the holy tree."

Yes, humility. Seve said to himself, lifting up the sleeves of linen, revealing the large piece of old burns on his arms and the tattoo of the black World Tree. The World Tree is with us, Seve silently recites. Only the World Tree and the Gods know what we do, and only they can understand and tolerate us because they are Gods.

"Boss!" Just as Seve was pondering, one of his subordinates walked out of the old house behind him, "That boy Mona wants to touch that woman, look..."

"Should he please." Seve said coldly. The woman, she was a nun, or once a nun. "Take her off." The monk said to Seve. When it was dark, Seve planned to tie her up and throw it into the river. Mrs. Shuila would entertain her.

"But the boss..." Seve's men rubbed their hands nervously, "That woman... is a nun. If Mona did this, would we be implicated?"

Even the madman Sevi, who once did not believe in God, was afraid of the horror name of the daughter who was tortured by death. Now he is even more pious and is even more awe of the terrifying gods. But...

"The monk said she is no longer a nun." Seve looked at the river and said coldly.

"Isn't it a nun?" The subordinate scratched his head, and suddenly the man's obscene laughter and the screams of a woman came from the door behind him.

"Close the door!" Seve snapped, "Don't let others know that they are here!"

"Yes, boss." Seve's men turned around and wanted to close the door, but before his hand touched the door handle, he suddenly fell on the stone stairs.

"You are doing...?!" After Sevi stood up, he immediately hid under the steps in a conditioned manner. An arrow struck the position where he had just stood. His subordinates had fallen into a pool of blood, and his body was twitching constantly. A black wooden arrow penetrated from his right rib to his left rib.

"Come!" Seve drank, "Someone is here to make trouble! Get the guy!"

Seve shouted, and he poked half of his head out from under the stone steps and saw a shadow approaching from the fog, holding a black iron sword in his hand.

...

Joel walked along the alley to the bank of the river. The surface of the Canjin River had already started to fog. On the left is a row of old warehouses, and on the right is a row of old houses facing the river, some of which looked abandoned, but Joel couldn't say if anyone was living inside. "Are you sure they came here?" Jon confirmed to the flying fish next to him.

"The traces left by the carriage are here," Feiyu nodded and replied. So Joel walked directly to the row of old houses on the right. Now the fog began to gradually become thicker. Joel also paid a little attention to the movement in front of him, holding the "silent" hand and holding it tightly. Feiyu also followed him and hid at the corner of an old house together.

"Wait! There is someone in front!" Feiyu suddenly whispered, and Joel nodded because he had long noticed the footsteps walking on the stone brick road on the river bank.

The two hid in the shadow of the old house, and soon a man in a deer-skin shirt walked past. "It's them!" Feiyu whispered to Joel after seeing the man's face. The man did not wear a hood, and showed a head of gray-brown hair. Joel saw the black world tree tattoo on his left cheek at a glance.

The man did not notice the two people hiding in the shadows, so he walked directly from the corner where they were hiding. Joel walked over directly. Feiyu stared at him with wide eyes, and immediately pulled the bowstring in his hand and pointed it at the man. But Joel ignored these things. He walked directly behind the man, put "silence" on his neck and slightly wiped it, cutting open his skin. The tingling sensation made the man's body tremble, and Joel's other hand had already covered his mouth.

"Don't move around if you don't want to die." Joel whispered, then dragged the man back to the shadow of the old house. The man struggled for a while at first until Joel cut a deeper hole in his neck, and blood flowed down his neck and penetrated into his collar.

After returning to the shadow, Joel rudely pressed the man against the wall, pulled his collar, and pressed the wound on his neck with "silence". "Save, help..." As soon as Joel let go of his mouth, he wanted to shout, and Feiyu slammed the longbow at his mouth. After the man whined for a while, he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth.

"Where are they?" Joel asked.

"Who did you say?" the man showed a look of at a loss.

Joel raised his fist and smashed it into the man's face. After a shattering sound, blood spurted out of his nose. Joel broke the bridge of his nose with a punch. "Where are they?" Joel asked again with gritted teeth and word by word.

"I, I don't know..." The man's mouth and face were covered with his own blood, so he was speechless and spit out blood every time he said a word.

"Let me ask..."

Before Feiyu could finish speaking, Joel pressed the man's neck, "Cover his mouth and don't let him scream." Before Feiyu could react, Joel stabbed "silence" into the man's right foot. The man opened his toothless mouth to scream, and Feiyu's long bow blocked his mouth.

After the man's scream ended, Feiyu took off the longbow. "Where are they?" Joel asked, holding "Silent".

"Crazy! You guys...ah...woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Joel pierced his left foot this time, "You'll be dead next time," Joel promised, he had endured to the edge, "I promise, I'll kill you."

The man stared at Joel with wide eyes, then nodded desperately. Feiyu took away the longbow stained with the man's blood foam, and the man said vaguely with his toothless mouth, "They are... the old house over there..."

"Is the carriage there too?" Feiyu asked in a deep voice.

"Here, now, now!" the man nodded quickly, and blood foam flowed down his chin.

"Which old house is here to go?" Joel pressed the man hard again, and his head hit the wooden wall of the old house, making a "bang" sound, which made Feiyu look out of the corner nervously.

The man was stunned for a moment and immediately put on a crying face, "How can I remember me?" But when Joel's shoulder moved slightly, he hurriedly cried, "We..." "Shh!" Feiyu ordered him to lower the volume viciously.

The man immediately recruited the office, "Our boss is sitting on the stone steps at the door... You can see it as long as you go over..."

"How many people do you have?" Joel let go of the man's hand and temporarily retracted the sword back to the scabbard. The man also hurriedly found the right time to take a breath, "Yes, there are seven people..." The man said stammeringly.

Joel took off the hardwood stick from his waist and then slammed it hard on the man's abdomen. The man immediately squatted down in pain, blushed, opened his mouth wide but couldn't make any sound. Joel walked to him, raised the hardwood stick and hit his head again. The men threw the bloody hardwood stick next to him. Blood flowed down from his head, and Joel threw the blood-stained hardwood stick next to him.

"Die, are you dead?" Feiyu widened his eyes. This was the first time he had seen someone treat NPC like this.

"It doesn't matter." Joel took a deep breath, then moved his shoulders, then pulled out the sword from his waist, "I'm going to kill him next." He didn't say anything more, just looked at the flying fish.

Feiyu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "I'm the one."

Joel nodded, held "Silence" and walked out of the alley directly, and Feiyu followed him with a longbow.

...

It has been a long time since Sevi had seen such a skilled guy. Three of his subordinates who came out of the house were cut down at once. Mona's idiot ran out without even tying his belt. As a result, the man cut his right rib from his left shoulder to his right rib and directly split in half. Sevi found that the black sword did not make any sound when he was wielding it.

The other subordinates who came out of the old house looked at the blood and internal organs all over the ground, and did not dare to go forward. Two guys even vomited directly. These useless wastes. Seve pulled out a wide-blade machete from his waist, pushed his subordinates away and walked in front. "Who are you?" Seve looked at the man with messy short hair and asked coldly, "Do you know what you are doing?"

The man did not answer, but stepped on the bloody ground and couldn't hit it. The blood-stained black sword in his hand raised Sevi's neck and Sevi took a step back. Unexpectedly, this guy actually hit him as soon as he said he was fighting. He used a thick iron machete to block the attack. The tip of the black sword's sword brushed a string of sparks on the side of the machete.

"Give it to me!" Sevi roared. He knew what his subordinates were afraid of. If he didn't "remind" him, they might be killed by this man directly. This guy is different from the mercenaries he fought with before. Other mercenaries would deliberately keep one move to avoid causing casualties, and this man...he came to kill people.

Is it for them? Sewei subconsciously looked at the old house, and the man pierced one of Sewei's subordinates' chest with a black sword the next moment. The other person holding a hardwood stick and trying to hit his subordinate was shot through the head by the mercenary archer not far away.

This was a massacre. Seve realized that the gangsters under him were no match for these mercenaries who were licking blood at the tip of the knife. Since the two people came for them... Seve thought of something, he turned around and rushed towards the old house, and the man also discovered his intention and rushed towards him with the sword.

"Stop him!" Seve shouted in fear, and his subordinates also moved hesitantly.

"Get out!" the man roared like crazy, blinking his eyes, a man who was approaching him was cut open his throat, and blood gushed out like rain, sprinkling on the body and sword of the man. When the person whose throat was cut fell, no one dared to come forward to stop him, and the man rushed directly to Seve.

Demon, this man is a demon! Sevi shouted in his heart, Gods!

He turned around and threw a machete at the man. The big knife flew over. The man raised the black sword to block it, but the blade began to cut into his shoulder. He stopped in pain. Seve seized the opportunity and rushed in, but he stopped as soon as he entered the door. The light inside the old house was dim, and the only source of light was the silver-plated candlestick on the table. The ground was covered with dry straw. Although there were tables but no chairs, they all brought straw bales from the stables to serve as chairs.

Sevi looked at the way upstairs first, then looked to the candlestick on the table again. Fear and madness flashed in his eyes. He grabbed the candlestick, threw it towards the bundles of straw, and then rushed into the back door of the old house.

"Go to die..." Seve ran wildly while muttering something. He bumped away from behind and fled into the gloomy alley. "Go to die, may the flames burn you, the demon... the god enemy..."

Unintentionally, Sevi recited all the prayers he thought in his heart.
Chapter completed!