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When Eichmann was still walking in the dark corridor while thinking, a voice interrupted his thoughts. Flash Dance Novel Network

"Sir?" Ryan asked, walking towards him with his sleepy face. "Are you OK?"

Echmann's can feel his pulse starting to return to normal, his hands are still shaking, but his heart is calm. Only then did he find himself in a cold sweat.

"Why don't you wake me up?" Ryan asked, his voice low, with a tone of complaint and concern.

Eichmann did not have time to come up with a reason for Rennes, and the other doors were opened from the inside.

"What happened?" The mercenary captain Gandner opened the door and asked the two of them in the corridor.

"How about Moening?" Captain Decher of the Temple Guard had dressed everything and asked after standing behind the door that had opened a slit.

"I warned all of you!" Ganderner shouted loudly, looking angry. "Stay together!"

"I sent two guards, and one called Boone." Decher looked puzzled and hesitant. "They just need to guard the corridor, I didn't hear anything."

The others who heard the sound and left the room looked at each other in the same way. Some of them had drawn their weapons, but no one could determine whether they needed to be used.

"I swear, I only let them guard the corridor. 35xs," Decher said firmly, pointing a few yards away.

But there is nothing there.

"Does anyone hear any sound?" Decher asked, still looking there.

The men's faces were pale. They shook their heads one after another. Some people looked ashamed, others looked nervous and eager to try.

"Search here, start with the inn first." Eichmann spit on the ground and turned to face Ganderner. "What can I do?"

"If no one sees anything?" The mercenary replied with a shrug.

Eichmann looked back at the hotel without a hint of light, even outside the window not far away. The quiet can hear the rustling sound of the leaves outside when the wind is blowing.

For a moment, he thought he saw something in the dark green haze outside the house, the outline of something in the mottled shadow. A tremor passed through his heart, as cold as he knew it.

"Everyone is fully armed, and then search the second floor first." He said seriously, and turned away to look away.

When the torch began to be lit, Eichmann went down the stairs to the lobby on the first floor. The empty hall had only two rows of wooden tables, and a beam made of an old oak tree in the middle was huge and strong. Go through the hall from the main entrance and enter the kitchen. 35xs

Gandner stood not far from the middle of the hall, beside Rennes. Neither of them said much. They looked at the body hanging on the beam.

"Is this our guard?" Eichmann looked at the two gently swaying figures hanging on the beam.

"This is Moening," Ren said coldly, pointing to the corpse on his right. "The other is Boone."

The body was hung ten feet high, right in the middle of the hall beams, blood dripped from it and pooled on the floor.

The body had no skin, and under the torchlight, the flaking muscles sparkled, covered with blood and tendons. The naked flesh was covered with marks, like horns and horns, carved on the body, condensing blood.

"Can we put him down?" Eichmann asked, raising his eyes to see what fixed the body. He felt sick and swallowed hard.

"Only Gaitan knew what it was fixed on," Ren said, squinting at the twisted body. "I seem to see the rope."

"I don't know." Suddenly, Moening's body pulled out, and a suffocating sound came out of his mouth, like a spitting voice. The voice was terrible, it was pure painful nausea. Its remaining limbs began to twitch frantically.

"God, Gaitan is on. He is still alive."

Eichmann pulled out his pistol and raised his hammer.

He was too slow. Ganderner had already pulled out his crossbow, an arrow whistling out of the mechanism, spinning in the air, and then hit Moening's chest with a touch.

Moening trembled and shook, and then drooped there, and there was no response.

Eichenmann turned to face Ganderner, and the mercenary captain's face was still somber and calm as usual.

"You may want to move back, sir." Ganderner said, muttering vigorously while loading another crossbow into the crossbow machine and tightening the crossbow string.

He aimed at the target heartily, moved the crossbow to match the swing of the corpse, and released it. The crossbow bolt struck the target with lightning, cutting the knot tied to the beam. The body slipped on the ground and fell face down there.

His head turned to Eichmann, the body had no eyes, and the remaining features on the broken face were twisted into a mask of extreme pain.

Decher came with the others. He looked down at the pile of wet meat.

"Good shooting," he said.

"Buried these two people," Eichmann said, pressing the hammer on the pistol back into place. By this time Kung Fu had already broken the rope of the second body.

"Sir, we must burn them." Ganderner said, looking around the hall. "No one can secretly **** two guards in front of so many people. Especially doing this under our eyes."

Eichmann nodded and agreed with his approach. It's just that mercenaries don't treat the caster as a kind. In fact, there are many people who can do this kind of thing: black magic masters, maybe necromancers, or fallen wizards, or pagan magicians and priests from the north.

Faced with this situation, the most sensible approach is probably to return to civilization, seek to provoke some kind of organized resistance, and cruel against those who are hiding here. Gaitan has combat wizards and countless battle-hardened troops. If Eichmann is still in the Gaitan empire, he will definitely do so.

But he is no longer in the Gaitan Empire. Even if he is still in the great empire, as a witch hunter, he is also uneasy about the political hierarchy of the Gaitan Empire City. His uncompromising attitude made him not many friends there, and he found the insidious and subtle means of the noble class to confuse people.

His strength is not to reach consensus patiently, but to work under the mysterious rules of the overlapping jurisdictions of the Gaitan Empire. In any case, he is not working alone. He always hits the core of the problem and believes in his strong and indestructible beliefs. But he will not give up the lives of those who follow him easily. He decides to leave here early in the morning. He believes that the evidence is enough to attract attention.

"We are here, Daicher, you take someone to find the husband and wife of the innkeeper. After dawn, we will leave this ghost place." Eichmann ordered.

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When Eichmann was still walking in the dark corridor while thinking, a voice interrupted his thoughts. Flash Dance Novel Network

"Sir?" Ryan asked, walking towards him with his sleepy face. "Are you OK?"

Echmann's can feel his pulse starting to return to normal, his hands are still shaking, but his heart is calm. Only then did he find himself in a cold sweat.

"Why don't you wake me up?" Ryan asked, his voice low, with a tone of complaint and concern.

Eichmann did not have time to come up with a reason for Rennes, and the other doors were opened from the inside.

"What happened?" The mercenary captain Gandner opened the door and asked the two of them in the corridor.

"How about Moening?" Captain Decher of the Temple Guard had dressed everything and asked after standing behind the door that had opened a slit.

"I warned all of you!" Ganderner shouted loudly, looking angry. "Stay together!"

"I sent two guards, and one called Boone." Decher looked puzzled and hesitant. "They just need to guard the corridor, I didn't hear anything."

The others who heard the sound and left the room looked at each other in the same way. Some of them had drawn their weapons, but no one could determine whether they needed to be used.

"I swear, I only let them guard the corridor. 35xs," Decher said firmly, pointing a few yards away.

But there is nothing there.

"Does anyone hear any sound?" Decher asked, still looking there.

The men's faces were pale. They shook their heads one after another. Some people looked ashamed, others looked nervous and eager to try.

"Search here, start with the inn first." Eichmann spit on the ground and turned to face Ganderner. "What can I do?"

"If no one sees anything?" The mercenary replied with a shrug.

Eichmann looked back at the hotel without a hint of light, even outside the window not far away. The quiet can hear the rustling sound of the leaves outside when the wind is blowing.

For a moment, he thought he saw something in the dark green haze outside the house, the outline of something in the mottled shadow. A tremor passed through his heart, as cold as he knew it.

"Everyone is fully armed, and then search the second floor first." He said seriously, and turned away to look away.

When the torch began to be lit, Eichmann went down the stairs to the lobby on the first floor. The empty hall had only two rows of wooden tables, and a beam made of an old oak tree in the middle was huge and strong. Go through the hall from the main entrance and enter the kitchen. 35xs

Gandner stood not far from the middle of the hall, beside Rennes. Neither of them said much. They looked at the body hanging on the beam.

"Is this our guard?" Eichmann looked at the two gently swaying figures hanging on the beam.

"This is Moening," Ren said coldly, pointing to the corpse on his right. "The other is Boone."

The body was hung ten feet high, right in the middle of the hall beams, blood dripped from it and pooled on the floor.

The body had no skin, and under the torchlight, the flaking muscles sparkled, covered with blood and tendons. The naked flesh was covered with marks, like horns and horns, carved on the body, condensing blood.

"Can we put him down?" Eichmann asked, raising his eyes to see what fixed the body. He felt sick and swallowed hard.

"Only Gaitan knew what it was fixed on," Ren said, squinting at the twisted body. "I seem to see the rope."

"I don't know." Suddenly, Moening's body pulled out, and a suffocating sound came out of his mouth, like a spitting voice. The voice was terrible, it was pure painful nausea. Its remaining limbs began to twitch frantically.

"God, Gaitan is on. He is still alive."

Eichmann pulled out his pistol and raised his hammer.

He was too slow. Ganderner had already pulled out his crossbow, an arrow whistling out of the mechanism, spinning in the air, and then hit Moening's chest with a touch.

Moening trembled and shook, and then drooped there, and there was no response.

Eichenmann turned to face Ganderner, and the mercenary captain's face was still somber and calm as usual.

"You may want to move back, sir." Ganderner said, muttering vigorously while loading another crossbow into the crossbow machine and tightening the crossbow string.

He aimed at the target heartily, moved the crossbow to match the swing of the corpse, and released it. The crossbow bolt struck the target with lightning, cutting the knot tied to the beam. The body slipped on the ground and fell face down there.

His head turned to Eichmann, the body had no eyes, and the remaining features on the broken face were twisted into a mask of extreme pain.

Decher came with the others. He looked down at the pile of wet meat ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ shot well. He said.

"Buried these two people," Eichmann said, pressing the hammer on the pistol back into place. By this time Kung Fu had already broken the rope of the second body.

"Sir, we must burn them." Ganderner said, looking around the hall. "No one can secretly **** two guards in front of so many people. Especially doing this under our eyes."

Eichmann nodded and agreed with his approach. It's just that mercenaries don't treat the caster as a kind. In fact, there are many people who can do this kind of thing: black magic masters, maybe necromancers, or fallen wizards, or pagan magicians and priests from the north.

Faced with this situation, the most sensible approach is probably to return to civilization, seek to provoke some kind of organized resistance, and cruel against those who are hiding here. Gaitan has combat wizards and countless battle-hardened troops. If Eichmann is still in the Gaitan empire, he will definitely do so.

But he is no longer in the Gaitan Empire. Even if he is still in the great empire, as a witch hunter, he is also uneasy about the political hierarchy of the Gaitan Empire City. His uncompromising attitude made him not many friends there, and he found the insidious and subtle means of the noble class to confuse people.

His strength is not to reach consensus patiently, but to work under the mysterious rules of the overlapping jurisdictions of the Gaitan Empire. In any case, he is not working alone. He always hits the core of the problem and believes in his strong and indestructible beliefs. But he will not give up the lives of those who follow him easily. He decides to leave here early in the morning. He believes that the evidence is enough to attract attention.

"We are here, Daicher, you take someone to find the husband and wife of the innkeeper. After dawn, we will leave this ghost place." Eichmann ordered.