The masked man said, "Yours?" is your name engraved on it, or do you call it and it will say yes?"

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Melva said, "Don't be fooled, call things out well, we'll consider letting you go!"

The masked man said, "Don't think about letting me go now, think about whether the Dark Order will let your men go." They have now found traces of your men. ”

I fixed my eyes on a knight on a black horse running out of the valley to the north, shouting something, and then the dense gray cloak moved towards the north, and about five hundred knights mounted their horses and ran first.

I said, "Oh no, they must have found out about my men." Let's hurry over, maybe it's still too late!"

The masked man glanced at me: "Over, how to pass, walk?"

I was speechless again.

The masked man beckoned to me: "Behind this mountain, there are a few of my men and a few horses, let's ride there." ”

Melva immediately stood up: "Why should we believe you, why do you want to help us, what if your men are waiting to kill us?"

The masked man sneered: "Come if you have the guts, I want to see how small the heir of the Holy King Leon is!"

I pushed Melva away and followed.

Rounding a rock, with valleys on both sides, and in front of me was a road down the mountain, and I vaguely remember entering the cave near here. The masked man didn't look back, and walked forward with all his might.

Melva asked, "My lord, are you so relieved to follow her?"

I was noncommittal, and I was actually beating a drum in my heart.

The masked man turned into the valley on the right, and then let out an angry exclamation. I don't know why, but my heart suddenly moved, as if something good was about to happen, and I took three steps and two steps to catch up.

Then I saw the masked man holding a scimitar in both hands, trembling with anger. If it weren't for the fact that her arrows had already run out in the cave, I had no doubt that he would have shot the two men in front of him into a sieve. I followed her angry gaze and saw only a dozen men dressed in the same clothes as hers tied up and thrown to the ground, a dozen horses tied to trees intact, and two men sitting in the middle of a group of men in yellow with their hands and feet tied and their mouths gagged roasting something.

Then I smelled the smell of fragrant bacon, smashed my mouth, and laughed: "Dryer, Peter, you two guys, where did you get the cumin powder?"

Yes, the two guys who tied up a group of people in yellow and threw them to the ground, and swaggered to barbecue meat to eat, are the two strange flowers in my old G pirates.

The two of them were stunned when they saw the masked guest, but they couldn't stop getting excited when they saw me. The dryer howled from afar: "Boss, come and eat barbecue!"

I pressed the masked man's trembling hand, put the scimitar back into its scabbard, and said, "It's no big deal, you've been following us for so long, and it's only a matter of time before you're discovered, go get some barbecue." ”

The masked man's eyes still swelled with anger: "Quickly release my men!"

I waved my hand, and Melva went up and let him go.

By the time the dozen or so men in yellow had calmed down a bit, we had already gathered around the fire and nibbled off a pig's leg.

Melva said, "My lord, are you really in a hurry to save people?"

I said, "Don't be too anxious, now that I know they have Willy in charge, Roar and Jamila, what else do I need to worry about? Don't forget Roar's prestige, he hasn't said anything until now, which means that these guys haven't threatened them yet." ”

Melva nodded: "But boss, do you need to gnaw off two pork legs with one face?

I thought about it, too, and threw the half-gnawed pork leg to the masked man. She didn't eat a single bite from the beginning. I said, "You can eat some too, follow us all the way, it was such a vicious battle just now, you can't stand it if you don't eat some, and you will have to fight soon." ”

The masked man turned his head away: "You beat it, not me." ”

I said, "You must not have followed us just for that horn, or you would have left now." Don't hold on, maybe you'll have to fight for a day. ”

The masked man glanced at me, his eyes full of anger. Then she put aside the pork leg, picked up a piece of dried beef, lifted the lower half of the veil, and tore off a strip and ate it slowly.

I nodded: "So you're from Salander." ”

The masked man was stunned for a moment, and looked up at me: "How do you know?"

I laughed: "I wasn't sure before, but now I'm completely sure." ”

The masked man knew that he had been fooled, so he turned his head away and stopped eating the beef. I ignore her, hunger is my own business.

Although we talked about it, we still ate in ten minutes. I patted my stomach and picked a horse to straddle on. I said, "Everybody get on the horse, let's go and help our brothers and sisters!"

The man in yellow glanced at the masked man, who nodded imperceptibly. The men in yellow then jumped on horseback en masse, and their movements were uniform.

The dryer also jumped on a horse, wiped its mouth, and got ready to go.

I smiled and said, "You have one horse for each of your men, Peter doesn't ride a horse, the dryer, Melva and I have one horse for each person, you don't seem to have any horses, do you want to come up, I'll take you?"

The masked man glanced at me, and immediately a man in yellow jumped off his horse, and the masked man rolled over and rode up, and with a whip, the horse shot out like an arrow.

I said, "What a hot chick." He also knocked the horse's belly and followed.

More than a dozen horses galloped at the same time, their hooves pointing straight to the north.

Hurry up, and two miles are just around the corner in the blink of an eye. There was a rumbling noise ahead, the sound of horses' hooves, and shouts of killing resounded in the sky. I can already vaguely see a canyon not far away, with straight rock walls on both sides, and a mountain path in the middle is about seven or eight meters wide. The trail was now blocked by two wagons with wheels off, and crossbowmen were hidden on and in the wagons, and as soon as the Grey Cloaks approached, a dense rain of arrows shot out like flying locusts.

Near the entrance of the valley, seventy or eighty corpses of gray cloaks had been dropped, and a dozen or so ownerless war horses were running in a panic on the battlefield.

The Grey Cloaks' attacks continued, and the firepower ten times the density of Taniguchi's arrow rain was tilting, but most of them were fired at the carriage, and it didn't seem to hurt a few people.

In this kind of terrain, cavalry is basically useless, and now it is only a stalemate between crossbowmen and crossbowmen. After the second wave of charges failed, I saw two groups of more than 200 men circling the left and right sides of the valley.

I asked the masked man, "Do you know any other roads into the valley besides this one?"

The masked man shook his head: "I've been here four times, and this valley is surrounded by cliffs dozens of meters high, and this is the only way to get in and out. Even if they wanted to occupy the cliffs on either side, they would have to go around to the end of the Eldeigar Valley and back again, coming and going for at least two days. ”

I nodded, and turned my horse back again.

The dryer asked, "Why did you leave, you didn't save people?"

I said, "There are too many people on the other side, and if you fight hard, you are looking for death, and this thing can only be tricked." I remember that there were dozens of Greycloak guarding the villagers in El Deig, and we went to get them back first. ”

When we arrived in Al Deig, the sun was fierce and the fire in the village was still burning. Because most of the Grey Cloaks had gone north to besiege them, there were very few men left here, some of them preparing for cooking, and some of them patrolling back and forth in front of the wooden houses of the villagers.

I asked the masked man, "Your people should have no problem exterminating these pilgrims, right?"

The masked man snorted disdainfully.

I said, "Then it's decided, you and your people, eliminate the guards in front of the villagers' detention ground, and me and my people are responsible for cutting off the reinforcements and covering you to save people." ”

The masked man beckoned and spoke a long list of words to her men. After hearing this, his subordinates were all in high spirits, and they drew their scimitars from their waists and waved them uncontrollably.

I said, "Let's do it." The masked man looked at me, "I hope you don't run away while we're desperate." After saying that, as soon as he urged the horse, more than a dozen yellow knights rushed out.

I said, "Let's go too, the dryer remembers to set fire everywhere, and Peter remembers to catch a few alive." "I knocked the horse's belly and followed.

The dryer took the lead, and the iron spine point steel gun in his hand picked off the rejection of the horse in front of the original village chief's house and the current command department of the Dark Order, Peter roared, lifted a stone mill from somewhere and threw it in. All I could hear was the snapping sound of "click" and the exclamations of many people. Then Peter picked up the stone in front of the village chief's house and threw himself into it. The dryer was not willing to be left behind, and the spear rolled in, blowing in like a whirlwind.

When I walked into the village chief's house, the battle had advanced to the second floor of the village chief's house. On the first floor, there were several gray cloaks on the ground, and a pot of corn soup was poured on the ground. I walked up to the second floor, and the sound of the battle stopped abruptly. A middle-aged man dressed in a distinctive black cloak and holding a large, thick book resembling a doctrine in his hand was held high by Peter like a chicken. The dryer also stepped on the faces of the two gray cloaks in high spirits.

Peter said, "Commander, do you have any questions for him?"

I said, "Ask what to ask, just kill it." ”

The middle-aged man immediately knelt down and howled: "Hero, spare my life, I was kidnapped by these people, and what they did has nothing to do with me, I don't know anything." ”

I said, "Didn't I say kill him, if he told me that he knew some specific military information, the high-level structure of the Dark Order, or something, I would still plan to let him live, and now this guy doesn't know anything, do I still keep him?"

The middle-aged man immediately said: "I know, I know everything, I just ask the hero to let me live, I will tell you anything you want to ask." ”

Peter said, "Then you don't speak quickly!"

The middle-aged man was stunned: "What did you say?"

Peter said angrily: "So you are playing with us, telling you that if you don't say it, you are looking for death!" As he spoke, he raised his arm and twisted it, and the middle-aged man's arm hung down softly in the screams that shook the sky.

The middle-aged man immediately screamed like a pig: "I said, I said, but what do you want to ask!"

I waved my hand to stop the enraged Peter, and said, "Tell me honestly, who you are, why you are in Eledega, what your purpose is, whether there are any other people in you, where the nest is, who are in your upper echelons, and whether you have heard them talk about any secret plans. ”

The middle-aged man kowtowed like garlic and said, "I said, I said ......" suddenly jumped up, pushed open a window next to him and jumped down, and then I heard his voice sound in the courtyard: "Come on, come on, come on, come and hoe and protect the law!"

Then, the masked man and her yellow-clad armed men brought the guy in. The masked man pushed him to the ground and dislocated his other arm: "What's the matter, do you owe me a favor?"

I pouted: "I already knew that you had done it, so I let him jump out of the window, first threw himself half to death, and then hit him psychologically." ”

The middle-aged man was really dead at this time, and he didn't know if it was because of the severe pain or death, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans poured out.

I pulled a dagger from the waist of a gray cloak on the ground and rested it on his neck: "To be honest, if you don't be honest, I will have to remove your legs." ”

The middle-aged man shook his head again and again: "I won't say anything if you kill me, we joined the Order, and we have long been ready to dedicate ourselves to the Order!"

Melva suddenly walked over and threw a fascinated wink at the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man was directly stunned for a moment, but then, her hands were like lightning, and she lifted the middle-aged man's two knees in an instant, and the speed of the movement made me get goosebumps all over my body.

The middle-aged man's screams rang out again, and it didn't take long for them to turn into painful wails.

Melva was still staring at the middle-aged man with silky eyes, as if he was looking at his lover, but the dagger in his hand was slowly piercing into the middle-aged man's thigh. I shudder at such a sharp contrast.

The middle-aged man finally couldn't help it, and almost wailed: "I said, I said, I confessed, I confessed!"

The middle-aged man's name is Assam, (Melva exclaimed: So you're milk tea!), and he serves as a mid-level priest in the Dark Order (which he calls the Church of Braka). In the Dark Order, the priests are divided into three levels, the low-level priests can serve as long as they donate enough, and are responsible for missionaries around the world and recruiting new people; the middle-level priests are the upper limit of the low-level priests, and the low-level priests who perform quite well have the opportunity to be promoted, and the so-called quite good performance means that through the hands of the low-level priests, at least more than 1,000 new members must be introduced to have a chance to be promoted. The promoted mid-level priests not only have much more power than the junior priests, but also have the right to extract 5 percent of the dues paid by the new members. Intermediate priests, although rare, are not uncommon, and there are now at least two thousand mid-level priests in the entire Blaka Church.

After becoming a mid-level priest, if there is an extremely outstanding contribution, then there is hope for promotion to high priesthood, the so-called outstanding contribution such as establishing absolute faith in the Braka church in a country and making the Braka church canonized as the state religion, or successfully attracting a king to the church, etc., only such contributions can become a high priest. High priests are extremely rare in the Church of Braka, and there are only thirteen of them so far, all of whom have established immortal feats for the Church of Braka. The high priests were also treated more generously, and could even take 30 percent of the dues paid by each new member. Therefore, these high priests are also the great tycoons of the rich side and the patriarchs of the Holy See.

When Assam explained these things, he could not help but use an inflammatory tone, he said: "Friend, do you want to get rich, do you want to find the true meaning of life, do you want to punish those who hurt you with blood and fire, do you want to purify this evil world? Then join our church of Braka, and with only two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight dinars, your dreams will come true, your life will be fulfilled, and your friends and relatives will be proud of it." Now I tell you this you may not feel it, in a few days some of our colleagues will have an event in Parabun, you can go with us and see those successful high priests, their appearances, you will find that your life is no longer full of failures, you can do the same with me!"

I said, "So what's going to be done?"

"It's very simple," he said proudly, "you just need to develop members, your relatives, your friends, your neighbors, you have to promote our teachings to them from now on, outline our bright future for them, and it is better to bring them over to listen to big lectures and let our lecturers brainwash them...... Oh no, give lectures, give them deep and personal exposure to our church in Braca. Once you've managed to bring in a lot of new members to our church, you can be promoted to a junior priesthood, or even a mid-level priest like me!"

I said, "It's a bit slow to start with a low-level priest and develop a thousand members to become a mid-level priest, is there any new way?"

He said: "Yes, but there is a break fee, which is that you personally pay the membership fee of 1,000 members, which is 1,000 times 2,998...... Wow, that's a bit much...... But then you can directly become a mid-level priest, just like me. ”

I said, "Oh. ”

He said, "Think about it?"

I said, "Where do I sign up?"

He said: "You can register directly with me, I have a book here, called "Farewell to Mediocrity", which is also the material that you junior members need to read carefully, and in the future, we will hold big classes at different places every week, and you will listen to the lectures more and communicate with the lecturers more often, and you will soon be successful." ”

I said, "But what's the difference between you and Amway?"

He was stunned: "Amway? )