Smelling the faint smell of kerosene in the air, Black Scorpion Lothar squatted down, wiped the liquid at the base of the wall with his finger, and licked it with his tongue.
Pooh!
A mouthful of turbid yellow saliva was spat on the ground. It was indeed the smell of crude and impure kerosene. Judging from the liquid splashed on the ground and all around, someone had indeed planned to set the place on fire.
However, there were only splashes of kerosene, but no flames, let alone the arsonist. Moreover, the amount of kerosene that was spilled at the scene was also abnormal. It was as if someone had planned to set the place on fire, but had suddenly stopped and left after pouring a little kerosene.
"This is indeed the place that Lang Shi said. He didn't lie. So, where did the person go?" Noxus stood rooted to the ground for a moment. He clearly couldn't figure out the reason for the strange situation, but he also realized that something had happened. He just didn't know if it was just an accident or if the information brought by Lang Shi was wrong.
"Let's go to the next place."
Lothar turned and left, quickly walking toward the southwest corner of the town center. That was the closest place to set the fire.
The town wasn't big, and Lothar arrived in less than 10 minutes. His face, which was already dark, became even darker. The situation here was almost exactly the same as the previous place.
Half of the kerosene had been spilled, the arson scene had stopped abruptly, and there was no sign of anyone. Lothar frowned and looked around. He felt as if someone was racing with him in the dark, always arriving before him and taking away the person who was supposed to set the place on fire.
"There are two more places. Let's split up. You guys go there, and I'll go to the other side." Lothar decided to split up to confirm his intuition and conjecture. He let the others go to the nearest place while he ran toward the faraway place alone.
In the distance, on the road near the corner of the town center, a group of people who were in a hurry suddenly stopped in their tracks.
"Why did Lombardi ask us to change the location of the fire?" The leader of the merchants didn't look too good. Although he had been forced to change the location by Lombardi's warning, he was still vigilant.
"There's a spy among you. I'm afraid that Tiago's men have already found out about the original location of the fire. Yarlin replied expressionlessly, "I'm afraid that before the fire is released, your corpses will already be cold."
"Spy? Who is it? " The merchant's heart sank. He blurted out, "Tiago's men already know. Damn it, Lombardi, that bastard. He already knew there was a spy among us, didn't he?"
"That's not important. What's important is that you have no way out. Tiago's men must be looking everywhere for the arsonist." Yarlin snapped his fingers and said in an unquestionable tone, "Your only way out is to start a fire and create chaos before you are found."
After Yarlin finished speaking, he left without hesitation. This was the second team he took with him. According to his agreement with Lombardi, there were still two more teams that needed to be relocated.
"What should we do?"
As the cold wind blew, the leader of the merchants gritted his teeth. He turned around and glared at the idiot who asked the question, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and set the place on fire!"
Seven minutes later.
Running footsteps stepped on the wet kerosene floor. The spilled bottles fell to the ground. The leader of the merchants' expression changed drastically as he stared at the uninvited Tiago's guards.
Behind him, half of the site was set on fire. Seven or eight men held kerosene bottles in their hands and stared nervously at the opposite side. Their breathing became rapid.
One of them quietly put down the bottle and grabbed a dagger from his chest. Then, before they could make their next move, one of the guards walked out and said, "The leader has ordered us to kill them all. Don't leave a single one alive."
Under the viscous night sky, the leader of the merchants did not have time to react. The silver blade instantly filled his eyes. Fear climbed up the slope to his face. With a whoosh, the blade cut into his flesh. The skin on his face was torn open and blood spurted out.
The leader of the merchants let out a miserable howl as a bloody groove appeared on his face. Half of his nose bridge was torn off by the blade and fell to the ground. The guards behind him all trembled. Although they were a little frightened, they were not scared out of their wits. Instead, they all drew their swords, looked at each other, and rushed forward in a mess.
"Hmph, you're asking for death!"
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the leader of Tiago's guards. With a slash of the blade in his hand, the scream on the ground suddenly stopped. The leader of the merchants' neck was completely cut off. Then, he stepped on the chest of the corpse and slashed forward with his knife.
Crack!
The sound of the blades colliding could be heard. On the narrow road, blood and metal were intertwined. The two groups of people were fighting fiercely. In comparison, the guards of Tiago's caravan were more elite and fierce. They were gradually reducing the living space of their opponents. As soon as they were forced into a corner, they would suddenly surround them and kill them.
"Hey, go to hell!"
The guard's eyes were bloodshot as he slashed repeatedly with his heavy broadsword. Suddenly, a chilly wind blew past his ear, causing it to feel cold. A glaring wound split open from the side of his ear, and then half of his skull was ripped off. Red and white matter were smashed into pieces and splattered all over his face.
Everyone, regardless of friend or foe, felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured down from the top of their heads. The wet sensation that splashed onto the corners of their mouths and faces made them stop breathing. The blood vessels on their faces turned red from suffocation. That was a mixture of excitement and fear.
"What's that?"
The closest Tiago guard saw the skull of his comrade that had been torn off. Then, he saw a red and black light flash before his eyes. Then, he opened his mouth and a strange hook pierced through the back of his head. It pierced through his entire mouth and came out from the front.
It was a strange bone hook. Pieces of flesh and half of a cheek bone were hanging on it. The bone was attached to a jagged and rotten tooth. The guard was still alive, but he could no longer make a sound. His blood-red eyes were wide open, as if they were about to fall out of his eye bags.
"Wuwuwu …" The guard's voice was muffled. It was probably begging for mercy.
Inferior slaves did not understand mercy. They were creatures that lived for the purpose of killing since they were hatched. They would only listen to Yarlin's orders and use the most efficient method to carry out his will.
Chi!
The tail hook was bent and retracted. A hole the size of a baby's fist was exposed behind the open mouth. The opposing guards suddenly stopped what they were doing and spread out as if they had seen a ghost. They surrounded the two large inferior slaves in the middle.
One of them had a toothless corpse at his feet, while the other had a skull missing at his feet. It was a bloody and terrifying scene. The crowd felt their scalps go numb and their teeth hurt.
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