69novels Chapter 265
Chapter 265
"Yes, Lord Viscount!"
As Jin Cheng gave the order, the battle-hardened and well-trained elite swordsmen responded without hesitation and took action quickly.
They dispersed in groups and shuttled between villages like ghosts.
Although the situation was desperate, everyone still had a glimmer of hope in their hearts -
Searching for a ray of hope in this endless darkness.
After all, the root cause of the territory's desperate situation must be found out, only in this way can this potential threat be nipped in the bud.
At first, when the swordsmen first witnessed the horrible scene of this border village, they were all greatly shocked.
However, as the elites of the Laurent family, they quickly recovered from their astonishment.
These elites knew that the more they faced this situation, the more they needed to stay calm.
They were wearing light and flexible leather armor, holding Demacia's special sharp steel swords in their hands, working in groups of two or three, each responsible for a direction to search.
Without any hesitation, they carefully checked each room, not leaving out any clues.
Everyone who was alone in this horror scene would be shrouded in constant fear;
Traveling together in pairs could alleviate this psychological pressure to the greatest extent.
The power of mutual trust and mutual support made their courage unshakable.
"Is the Viscount all right alone?"
After being assigned to a three-person patrol group, the sturdy but thoughtful swordsman looked at Jincheng, who was still standing at the entrance of the village, with concern, thinking to himself:
Although this Viscount is powerful, will he be unable to stand alone in the face of possible dangers?
"Hey! How dare you question the Viscount's ability?
Didn't you see how the Viscount easily defeated Lady Fiona?
You, I'm afraid you can't even take the Baroness's sword!"
Another skinny swordsman with a sword on his shoulder laughed at the burly swordsman with disdain.
Hearing his companion's words, the sturdy swordsman shook his head helplessly and sighed:
"Yes, who would have thought that in that grand wedding that almost all of Demacia knew about, the Viscount had been disguising himself all along!
It's really unexpected!"
At this time, the thin swordsman seemed to remember something, suddenly stopped, and then spoke Ionian in a literary tone:
"If not, how could he successfully marry Lady Fiona and gain both honor and status?
Such perseverance really makes me admire him!"
After saying that, his eyes flashed with envy,
"There is an old saying in Ionia: 'It is not a shame to be born in a humble family, and only a man who can bend and stretch can be a husband!'
Tsk tsk, I finally understand the meaning of this sentence now!"
Hearing this, the muscular swordsman kicked open the shabby wooden door of the next room with a loud "bang".
He muttered:
"That's right, if I remember correctly, the Viscount should be from Freljord.
But he is only from Freljord after all. What you said is not wrong at all..."
"But look at me?"
He continued to complain,
"I have the noble blood of the Laurent family, but now I am just a humble knight.
To be honest, I really envy those guys who can become nobles from the bottom of my heart..."
Demacia really looks down on the poor Freljord.
At this moment, another swordsman suddenly interrupted and said:
"But, I seem to have heard others mention that our viscount seems to have had an affair..."
"Enough! Shut up!
Who allowed you to point fingers at Viscount Laurent and Baroness Laurent behind their backs?
If you don't want to get into trouble, shut up!"
The leading swordsman, who seemed to be the shortest but seemed particularly calm, scolded his two companions without hesitation when he heard them talking more and more outrageously.
The two people who were scolded instantly became submissive and responded in unison:
"Got it! Captain!"
One of them immediately added:
"Okay! I promise not to say anything more~"
Obviously, they have realized that if they continue to discuss this topic in depth, it may bring trouble to themselves.
So they shut their mouths very obediently, not daring to have the slightest intention of refutation.
......
At this moment, Jin Cheng slowly turned around after the swordsmen entered the village to search, and stared at the setting sun behind him.
He looked up at theAs the sun gradually set in the west, he could not help but sigh deeply:
"Yes, this is the borderland! Especially in troubled times.
Even a great country like Demacia can hardly protect every inch of territory and take into account the peace and stability of every borderland!"
Thinking to this point, the man frowned and thought to himself:
"And I have only been awarded the title of Viscount for a few days, and I haven't even sorted out my own territory yet, and troubles are coming one after another!"
After saying that, he quickened his pace and walked into one house after another.
What he saw was that the gray wooden doors that should have been tightly closed and extremely solid were now shattered as if they had been hit by some giant monster;
As for the so-called door locks, they were useless and did not play their due protective role at all.
Jincheng pushed open the dilapidated door in front of him easily, but saw cold and stiff corpses lying all over the floor of the house.
The dead were men, women, old and young.
Jincheng squatted down one by one to carefully check the condition of these corpses, holding a wooden stick in his hand to prevent accidents, and used it to turn the bodies.
In this way, he could clearly see the faces of the dead and the tragic scene when they died.
As expected, the expressions on the faces of all these corpses were surprisingly similar -
They all looked extremely horrified and terrified.
Their eyes seemed to still reflect the tragic scene when death came.
The black-feathered crow, which symbolized ominousness and death, was wailing at this moment.
Jincheng's face became heavier and heavier. He slowly put down the wooden stick in his hand and slowly stood up.
Jin Cheng, who has always been meticulous, is concentrating on using his mind and eyes to carefully observe and infer every detail of the scene.
"With such a terrified look, it is hard to imagine what kind of terrible scene they have witnessed."
"Fiddlesticks..."
The extremely terrifying image of the demon that existed in the ancient legend of Demacia suddenly emerged in his mind.
And Jin Cheng has an extraordinary understanding of this demon named Fiddlesticks.
At this moment, he locked the suspect and roughly deduced the initiator behind the whole thing.
With his unparalleled strength, Jin Cheng is enough to solve most of the difficult problems.
However, when the opponent changed to Fiddlesticks, this resolute man really didn't know where to start.
"Wait a moment! It seems that you are not completely helpless!"
Jin Cheng suddenly bent down and grabbed a handful of yellow soil from the ground.
For some reason, the man suddenly recalled the irreconcilable contradiction between the Twilight Spirit and many terrible beings.
Especially Jin Cheng, who came from a distant past life, once studied the background story of the Twilight Spirit in depth in order to design his own game.
In these stories, the complicated relationship between Fiddlesticks and Zoe is clearly revealed.
"Can I try to let these two guys meet?
Then let them kill each other, anyway, neither of them is a good person!"
Jin Cheng pondered secretly in his heart, and as this idea became stronger and stronger, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he felt that his idea was more feasible.
For such a bastard, no matter which of them died, it would be a good thing for the world.