Imperial Crown.

Chapter 20: Use the weak to defeat the strong and wipe out the bandits!
Raven moved closer, and Denise did not dodge.

In the dim room, Raven's nostrils were immediately filled with a faint fragrance.

The scent of powder, a hint of sweat, and the rich and seductive body odor that is unique to a mature woman.

If Lux is an unripe apple, then Denise is a ripe mango, exuding an alluring fragrance like honey.

That was the fatal temptation in the Garden of Eden, which was enough to make Adam and Eve eat the forbidden fruit without the instigation of the snake.

The moment their lips touched, a trace of panic flashed across Denise's slightly dazed eyes, and she placed her hands on Raven's chest, trying to push him away, but she lost her strength when she touched him, like a gentle caress.

As if he wanted to swallow Denise into his stomach, Raven demanded madly, and his tongue skillfully knocked open Denise's teeth. The latter wanted to stop him, but was paralyzed by the pervasive scent of male hormones. She could only let Raven gallop, and her powerless resistance was more like a shy and unfamiliar response.

The two tongues intertwined in the darkness, like two snakes dancing in the water.

Denise had completely fallen into a state of unconsciousness. A flushed color surged onto her skin, blending together and wetting the only remaining cloth on her body. Her crystal eyes were covered with a layer of mist, her long eyelashes trembled constantly, her legs were pressed together and rubbed against each other, and her ten nutmeg-like toes were firmly clasped on the soft carpet.

A trace of weeping and complaining nasal songs seeped out, as if rejecting, but also as if longing for.

Raven was no longer satisfied with this wet and lingering kiss. His hands fell on Denise's silky smooth legs, invading upwards little by little, trying to reach the core territory.

This made Denise regain her consciousness instantly. She pushed Raven on the chest, raised her head and broke free from this sweet and long entanglement, her chest heaving and breathing heavily.

A smile appeared on Raven's lips. He licked his lips, savoring the sweet feeling just now.

Denise has both the shyness of a young girl and the mature charm of a mature woman. It is truly a rare and wonderful experience.

He walked over to the closet and threw a heavy garment next to Denise.

"Thank you." Denise's eyes deliberately avoided Raven. The brief contact just now was already the most stimulating she had ever experienced in her life, and now her legs and feet were still a little weak.

Watching Denise covering her body little by little in front of him, Raven asked, "Denise, how were you discovered?"

Denise's residence is on the edge of the third floor, very remote. When arranging the scene, Raven intentionally led people to the warehouse and armory. Most of the rooms here are empty. Given Denise's intelligence and caution, she should not be discovered in just a dozen minutes.

Denise also understood the meaning of Raven's words. She glanced at the body on the ground with hatred: "He went straight to my room..."

This sentence opened the minds of both of them at the same time.

Bailey purposefully found Denise's room, which suggests someone tipped him off to her location in the first place.

Many people knew where she lived, including the maid, Old Gordon, and Weston...

“Wesdon!” Thinking of her son, Denise’s heart beat faster: “Raven, go save him!”

"Don't get excited, Aunt Denise." Raven said, "Wesdon is not a fool. He won't be caught so easily. Maybe he is still hiding in the room now."

"Yes, he may still be hiding in the room..." Denise muttered, and suddenly she was about to rush out.

Raven pulled her into his arms and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to save my son!"

"You'll only get yourself into trouble if you do this!"

Ignoring Denise's struggle, Raven roughly picked her up by the waist and carried her on his shoulder, jumped onto the windowsill, confirmed the stability of the hook, and landed on the ground by pulling the rope.

"One thousand gold coins, I'll give you one thousand gold coins to rescue Visdon!" Denise was put on the ground, she stood up and shouted: "If one thousand is not enough, I'll give you three thousand--"

Before she could finish her words, her mouth and nose were filled with the smell of blood, and she was caught off guard and vomited on the spot.

Everywhere you look, there are corpses!
Raven did not vomit, but his eyebrows were twitching wildly, and he began to load arrows into the crossbow again.

A deep gaze swept over, and the flames gushing out of the castle illuminated the battlefield, showing a cruel scene like hell.

Corpses were lying in all directions at the entrance of the hall, some of them were bandits and private soldiers, some had their heads smashed, some had their limbs chopped off, and bright red muscles and light yellow fat piled up on the broken ends, wrapping around the broken bones.

This reminded Raven of the spare ribs in the supermarket refrigerator, and also reminded him of the scene of slaughtering pigs during the Chinese New Year in his previous life.

The broken blood vessels were like torn wires, and the sticky blood flowed out and merged together, spreading out a gorgeous and cruel red carpet.

one two Three……

There were ten bodies in total, four of which were bandits, six were private soldiers, and in addition there were three wounded soldiers with broken arms and legs wailing at the end of the team.

Raven's nostrils flared and he clenched his teeth tightly.

In his two lifetimes combined, he had never seen so many corpses, let alone so much blood!

His biological instinct made him unable to bear to watch, but his reason told him that he had to adapt to it all.

In this cruel world, if you can't adapt, then you can only die!
If he is like this, what about his private soldiers?

Their performance was not much better than Denise's. They were all pale, and their hands holding the spears were shaking. Some of them had obviously vomited, and the remaining vomit hung on their chests and flowed to the ground.

But the results of two months of training were still revealed at this moment. No matter how violently their legs were shaking or how frightened they were in their hearts, the discipline that had become a habit tied them firmly in place and maintained the order of the formation!
boom--

The tightly closed door burst open, and Raven could clearly see that his private soldiers experienced a brief panic, and several of them were still falling backwards.

But then, Simon, who was standing in the first row, shouted loudly: "For Lord Raven! Eagle Army, raise your guns——"

The voice seemed to trigger some kind of switch, causing the private soldiers to stand still in unison: "For Lord Raven!"

They spread their legs and stretched their spears straight forward. Twenty-seven spears were woven into a dazzling flower of steel.

Eric is the pistil of this flower. He is wearing heavy armor and stands there like an iron tower.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and the bandits brandished their weapons, trampled on the blood with heavy footsteps, and rushed out howling: "Kill——"

The bandit Solar strode out brandishing a scimitar. The tenacity and toughness of these private soldiers far exceeded his expectations, but also revealed a fatal weakness - their commander.

As long as Simon is dealt with, the morale of these people can be completely destroyed!
Simon had also realized this a long time ago. When he and Solar looked into each other's eyes, he could clearly see his own faces in the other's eyes - one was a pale-faced recruit, and the other was a hideous-looking bandit!
"Stab!" Simon shouted loudly and thrust out the spear in his hand.

At the same time, five more spears were handed over following Simon's spear tip, and the six people moved as smoothly as one!
Solar turned slightly sideways, but was still stabbed in the chest and abdomen by three spears. The chain mail blocked the spear tips but could not dissipate the force. His face suddenly turned pale and he staggered backwards, bumping into his accomplices who rushed up after him and fell to the ground with a bang!
"prick--"

Before Solar could stand up, six spears pierced out under the leadership of Simon. Two of them hit his shoulders and nailed him to the ground, two of them pierced his waist so that he could not struggle, and the last two landed on his forehead and throat at the same time!
puff--

Blood gushed and splashed like a fountain, falling on the face of every private soldier, making Simon's originally handsome face look like a devil!
And they really were like evil spirits, their breathing began to quicken, their arms became steady, and some of them even had a bloodthirsty desire in their eyes.

From then on they knew that the bandits were also flesh and blood, and would die if stabbed by a gun - as long as they killed the enemy first, they would not die!

"what--"

"Mother--"

"my eyes!!!!"

Screams rang out one after another at the same time.

At the moment of this confrontation, Simon led his men to stab Ansor to death, but at the same time, two bandits rushed into the team with their superb skills, taking away the lives of three private soldiers and leaving their own lives here forever!
In this chaos, only Eric stood like an iron tower with a sword in his hand, allowing the blood mist to splash on his body, still standing still. He stared deeply into the hall, breathing heavily and long.

Heavy footsteps stepped on the ground, tearing the already tattered carpet into rags. Under the light of the fire, the outline of a man appeared. It was Anderson.

He was surrounded by dense dark fighting spirit, and seemed to be invisible in this dark environment. Boom——

Anderson poured his fighting spirit into his feet. The huge force pushed away a layer of waves of blood plasma on the ground. He jumped high into the air, and swung the nail hammer with [Primary Huge Strength] wrapped in ink-like fighting spirit into a circle and smashed straight into Eric's helmet!
The latter slightly spread his legs, took off the shield behind him and rushed forward. Under the stimulation of his fighting spirit, a layer of bright light suddenly appeared on the shield. The originally bumpy surface became visibly complete, and the thickness increased by at least half an inch!

The Iron Fighting Spirit was born for war, turning itself into an iron fortress!
bang——

The hammer and the shield collided with each other, the fighting spirit intertwined, and a circle of black and white halo exploded!

Eric adjusted the angle of his shield precisely, absorbing most of the incoming force.

Even so, when the hammer hit the smooth surface of the steel shield, it still shook the remaining blood on it into a fine blood mist. The hard steel nails pierced into the shield, and the dark fighting spirit poured into it. Under the tearing, the shield burst into a dying groan!
click!
The hard shield broke into two pieces, and even Eric's gauntlet had a crack.

But he still took the heavy blow that could have smashed his head!
His feet were still steady, his breathing was still steady, and the broad half-sword in his right hand was already aimed at Anderson's throat!
The latter took a deep breath, and instead of retreating, he straightened his chest and faced forward!
Bang!

The sword struck the hard enchanted breastplate, and the huge impact made Anderson take two steps back. He suddenly put two fingers into his mouth and whistled fiercely: "Squeak--"

This is a signal, not to humans, but to monsters!

The six first-level blood-eyed war horses, although not controlled by knights, their physique and the armor on their bodies are enough to defeat these private soldiers who only have leather armor!
I hadn't used it before because I didn't want to waste precious monsters here, but now I can't care about it. As long as I can get out alive, I can earn all these back!

“Follow me!!!”

Anderson roared again, and the morale of the bandits was boosted. They howled and rushed out of the door, wanting to attack from both inside and outside with the first-level monster!
But the expected sound of horse hooves did not come.

Bang.

The half-sword and the enchanted mace collided with each other. The former was slightly deformed, but still repelled Anderson's attack. The latter glanced over anxiously.

Where's the horse, where's my horse! ?

"squeak--"

Anderson whistled again, but still did not hear the familiar sound of hooves.

I saw the dead!
"Retreat!" Anderson gave the order with red eyes, because during this charge, two more bandits lost their lives forever.

Why on earth! ?

Raven knew the answer.

Warcraft is Warcraft after all. Since he led the team to fight back, how could he leave such a huge hidden danger behind him?

He did not let his private soldiers waste time fighting monsters, but used another method - his crossbow.

This weapon has been with him for several years. Although its range is short, its penetrating power is not bad. It cannot penetrate the hard enchanted armor, but it is more than enough to deal with a few tamed monsters.

Denise, with a pale face, endured the discomfort brought by the smell of blood and walked to Raven: "Raven, save my Visdon..."

Raven said: "Wesdon is not a stupid person, he..."

"I saw him!" Denise's voice rose slightly, then dropped again. "He was covered in blood, lying in the hall, but he was still alive. I'm sure he was alive. Please, Raven, save him!"

"Five thousand gold coins, and all the shares of Fedro Business!" Denise offered the highest price she could with a desperate look in her eyes.

Raven shook his head slowly but firmly. "I am responsible for my soldiers."

"But he is also your brother!" Denise's eyes were filled with deep pleading: "As long as you can rescue Weisdon, I can give you everything, including...including..."

When she said this, a shy blush appeared on her cheeks.

But Raven had already looked away indifferently.

In war, the defending side always has a greater advantage.

The terrain he deliberately arranged could certainly catch the tortoise in a ditch, but if he attacked by force, it would be a different situation.

The gate was narrow, and the bandits were unable to deploy their forces. The same was true for his private soldiers. If they rushed in at this time, they would probably continue to suffer casualties.

These soldiers who have seen blood and killed people will become the future core and elite of his private army. Each one of them is very valuable and must not be wasted just because of a Visdon.

"They are just a bunch of lowly serfs! Why could they beat us like this?!" The bandit named Singila shouted in anger.

There was a whooshing sound, followed by a low scream, and a heavy oak wine glass hit him, causing his nose to bleed.

Anderson pulled his arm back and slammed the table. "Bullshit! They can't be serfs!"

In just half an hour, he lost ten men.

Ten!

These are the fierce bandits who followed him to rob and loot. They are the elite soldiers who fought on the edge of a knife. They are the capital for him to roam the bloody heights!

They held weapons made of fine steel and wore fine steel chain mail worth at least fifty gold coins!

But now, only a dozen of Raven’s private soldiers were replaced!

The equipment of these thirty or so private soldiers combined is not as valuable as the equipment of one bandit!

Indeed, Raven's strategy was brilliant. He lured him into the trap step by step, allowing the private soldiers to occupy the most advantageous terrain.

But this is not the reason why the exchange ratio is almost one-to-one!

Anderson had fought against nobles' private soldiers before. Their equipment was better than that of the Eagle Army, which only had leather armor and spears. However, they were no match for the latter in terms of morale or tenacity. Often, he only needed to kill a few of the bravest ones, and the others would scatter and be slaughtered.

“Fighting to the death and forming a tight formation! They can’t possibly be Raven’s private soldiers. They must be elite soldiers he borrowed from somewhere else! The [Xuefeng Legion] led by Xuefeng is no better than this!”

These words echoed in the hall, and the bandits lowered their heads even lower.

The serf soldiers are fine, but if there are elite soldiers outside, wouldn’t it be even more difficult for them to get out?
A heavy despair lingered in Anderson's heart, leaving him with a bitter taste in his mouth, and then a feeling of unwillingness surged in his heart.

Am I, the great "Scarface" Anderson, going to die in vain in this remote and poor place?
"Damn it!"

He kicked the chair on the ground angrily, and the chair flew out and fell to the ground with a shrill wail: "Ouch——"

Anderson frowned and shouted, "Who!?"

"Master Chief, it's me, it's me!" Weisdong smiled flatteringly and crawled up like a worm. With a clang, Anderson raised a scimitar with his toes, stood up, and walked towards Weisdong with an expressionless face.

If it weren’t for this damn guy, Bailey wouldn’t be missing now and the situation wouldn’t be so critical!
Weisdong's fat face kept shaking, and he was moving backwards like a maggot: "Don't kill me, I can, I can get you out!"

"I am the second young master of the Griffith family, Raven's younger brother!"

"Oh, so what?" Anderson sneered, the scar on his face looking extremely hideous in the firelight: "Raven left you here as bait and had no intention of letting you live. How can you keep us alive?"

Weisdong's mind was spinning at an unprecedented speed: "He kept me here just to kill someone with a borrowed knife. He wanted to kill me! But he didn't dare to do it himself!"

"Raven is a treacherous, cunning, despicable, and shameless guy! But he is also extremely hypocritical. No matter what he does, he will find a high-sounding excuse!"

"The Eagle Castle being attacked is already embarrassing enough. If he could save me but didn't, he would definitely become a laughing stock among the nobles!"

"You can use me as a hostage, threaten him, and let Raven come in by himself!"

"Then you can rush over and kidnap Raven. Those private soldiers were trained by him and will never hurt him. You will definitely be able to leave safely!"

Snap, snap, snap...

Anderson clapped his hands rhythmically. "As expected of a noble, you are an expert at undermining your own family."

Weisdong smiled widely: "Thank you for the compliment, thank you for the compliment..."

Anderson's face turned cold: "But... there is another question. How can I know that you are not lying to me?"

"And empty threats always feel like they don't carry enough weight, don't you think?"

In the firelight, Anderson walked step by step to Weston. The latter widened his eyes and tried his best to move backwards: "Don't, don't... don't..."

"what--"

Squeak.

The door was pried open a crack.

A pig-slaughtering scream echoed throughout the courtyard of Eagle Castle, followed by a fat arm being thrown out.

Anderson's voice rang out: "Raven! Your brother Weston is in our hands now!"

"Help, Raven! Save me - save me!!!" Visdon's voice rang out and then stopped abruptly.

"I won't give you too much time. Now it's just one arm. If you don't come in within three minutes, I'll take off another arm. In another three minutes, it will be the thigh..."

"My Lord Baron! You are a noble after all. Are you going to watch your brother being killed by us bit by bit? Tsk tsk tsk, you are so cold-blooded, heartless and incompetent!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Raven. Except for Denise who had hope in her eyes, Eric and a group of private soldiers did not want him to take risks, and they all shook their heads.

Cursing Weisdong in his heart, Raven said righteously on the surface: "Don't hurt my brother. If you have any conditions, just tell me!"

"Great! You are worthy of being the Baron!" Anderson shouted, "Then please come in alone. If you dare to bring any of your men, your brother will be dead!"

"You shameless bandit, you are defaming my honor!" Raven threw the rapier in his hand to the ground. "I'll go in right now, but if you dare to hurt my brother again, don't even think about leaving this castle!!"

Simon's eyes were misty.

Lord Raven is so kind! At this point, he could wipe out the bandits immediately, but he was willing to risk his life just for a brother who was not related to him by blood.

From now on, I must train harder and protect the Baron well!

Raven walked towards the hall but was stopped by Eric, who shook his head slowly, obviously not wanting Raven to take any risks.

Raven patted the retainer on the shoulder and quietly threw the enchanted dagger to the ground: "The back of the armor is his weak spot."

To Eric's astonishment, Raven walked into the hall.

boom.

As soon as they entered the hall, the door was closed. Anderson held Weisdong in his arms and placed the scimitar on his neck: "We finally meet, Baron Raven."

Raven glanced at the bandits on both sides and straightened his collar: "Stop talking nonsense. What do you want in exchange for letting my brother go?"

"That's great!" Anderson winked at the bandits on both sides and said, "It's very simple. All we need is for you, Lord Baron, to escort us for a while."

Two bandits came over to surround him, and Raven shouted angrily, "Get out of here!"

"I am an imperial baron. Even if I have to be a prisoner, you bandits cannot touch me!"

He looked at Anderson, glaring: "Now, release Weisdon immediately, I will be your hostage!"

This tough attitude immediately made the two bandits hesitate, and even Anderson felt a little respect in his heart.

Calm, strong and proud!
This was exactly the ideal aristocrat in his mind. When he thought about how he lost to such a person, the feeling of being frustrated dissipated a lot.

"Don't believe him! He must be up to something again!" Weisdong screamed, "Just hold him down, he is a devil, a devil!"

"Shut up!" Anderson tightened the blade in his hand, and a line of blood suddenly appeared on Visdon's throat.

Traitors are always more hateful than enemies, and the same goes for traitors in the enemy camp.

Compared to this beastly Visdon who could even betray his own mother, he trusted Raven more.

"Lord Raven, I can agree to your request." Anderson said, "Please raise your hands and walk slowly to me. This will be good for both of us."

"I hope you'll keep your promise." Raven raised his hand and walked towards Anderson step by step.

The latter swallowed and felt a little excited.

He did lose a lot of men today, but as long as he could capture Raven alive, he would have completed Hyde Slater's commission.

With the support of the Slater family, the blood he lost will be replenished soon, and he will rise again on the Bloody Highlands!

Just when Raven was three steps away from him, his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted behind Anderson, "Little Moustache, what are you doing!?"

Anderson was shocked. Could it be that Bailey had returned quietly at this time? Was he going to kill me and take my place as leader?

He looked back hurriedly, but there was nothing except an empty corridor!

Anderson turned his head back suddenly, his pupils suddenly constricted, because he had seen that Raven had laid down his arms at some point, holding a dark, strung crossbow in his hand, with a faint blue light flashing on the crossbow arrow!
Raven's face was as calm as a lake, and he pulled the trigger.

whoosh-

The crossbow string went from being bent to being taut, kicking up a cloud of dust while pushing the crossbow arrow out. The three-edged tail feathers made of steel broke through the air, causing the entire crossbow arrow to spin. Under the illumination of the fire, it looked like a dark star falling rapidly.

Anderson felt like his scalp was about to explode, because the crossbow arrow was not aimed at him, but at Visdon in his arms!
Throwing Visdon out, the crossbow arrow pierced into the wall with a clang. Anderson wiped the cold sweat from his head and roared, "Raven, are you crazy!?"

"Tsk, what a pity." Raven put away his crossbow, turned around and rushed to the door amid the astonishment of the crowd, and suddenly pulled the door open: "The bandits are treacherous and want to kill us, charge!!!"

Eric broke open the door at an unprecedented speed and rushed in like a bulldozer.

The half-sword in his hand drew an arc, knocking away the bandit rushing from the left, and then rushed towards Anderson with a roar!

The bandits on the right were shot to death by the private soldiers who rushed into the gate before they could react!
"Raven!!!" Anderson screamed in grief and anger. He finally realized that he had been deceived by this seemingly upright guy.

All the glory and reputation are just for people to hear!
I still believed in you so much!

This Raven is a shameless and despicable scum, a real worthless gerbil! Even among the bandits, there are rarely such shameless guys!

He swung the hammer and was about to rush towards Raven, but was blocked by Eric. He urged his fighting spirit into the hammer and swung it horizontally: "Get out of here!"

"Don't even think about it!" Eric also poured his fighting spirit into the half sword in his hand. The sword, which was originally a little deformed, made a clanging sound, became sharp and smooth, and met the hammer!
Although enchanted weapons are powerful, iron fighting spirit can greatly enhance the toughness and strength of the weapons themselves.

Bang!

The nail hammer and the half-sword collided with each other, and the iron fighting spirit and the dark fighting spirit intertwined, bursting out a chaotic glow like water mist, and the latter suddenly broke into two halves. Under this huge force, Eric's hand armor, which had already cracked, was shattered!

At the same time, Anderson couldn't bear the vibration feedback from the hammer handle and let go of his fingers. Amidst the flying stones, the hammer smashed into the wall pillar with a loud bang!

Eric said in a deep voice: "Just surrender!"

"Dream on!" Anderson's right hand reached across his belt, and a dark scimitar suddenly appeared. Judging from the faint blood light on it, it was another enchanted weapon!
He has space equipment on him!

"Go to hell!" Anderson swung his scimitar and chopped off his head.

Eric was flustered but not panicky. He poured his fighting spirit into his armor and raised his arms to block.

With the infusion of fighting spirit, he was confident that he could block this attack!
However, just as the blade was about to collide with his arms, Anderson's wrist suddenly twisted like a snake, and the scimitar drew a strange arc, bypassed his arms, and cut Eric's left shoulder!

This is a fighting skill that is circulated in the Bloody Highlands and is said to come from the snake people - [Slippery Scale Slash].

Shine——

Sparks fly!

Even though the plate armor was made of fine steel, it still couldn't withstand the sharpness of the enchanted weapon. A touch of bright red sprayed in the air, and Anderson's face had a hint of redness.

Second-level enchantment [Primary bloodsucking]!
With a loud bang, Anderson kicked Eric to the ground and strode towards Raven, who had already loaded the crossbow and was aiming it straight at his forehead.

A sneer flashed across Anderson's lips. This crossbow could not penetrate his armor at all!
However, at this moment, a huge force attacked him from behind, preventing him from moving forward, because Eric had already stood up and locked him tightly in his arms with his right arm!
"Let go!" Anderson hit Eric's waist with his elbow. The latter's armor suddenly dented and blood spurted out of his mouth, but his arms were locked even tighter!

"If you want to die, I will send you to death!" Seeing the Eagle Army surrounding him, Anderson lowered his head deeply, turned his wrist, held the scimitar in reverse, and stabbed fiercely behind him!

At this angle, Raven's crossbow arrow could only hit his helmet, and the scimitar in his hand was enough to kill Eric!

The sound of steel gauntlets rubbing against armor came from behind his head, and Anderson curled his lips into a sneer - Do you think you can pull off my plate armor with your fingers?

puff.

A cold light flashed, and blood spurted out.

clang.

The bloody scimitar fell to the ground. Anderson looked up in disbelief, sticky and salty blood gushing out of his mouth: "Why...why..."

What answered him was a crossbow arrow that gradually enlarged in his pupils.

thump.

That was the last Anderson heard.

The sound of a crossbow arrow piercing the skull and entering the brain.

Eric loosened his hand and fell backwards to the ground with Anderson, gasping for breath. A blood-stained enchanted dagger rolled to the ground.

Just now, he was holding this dagger and stabbed it into the back of Anderson's neck.

Enchanted equipment is not completely without loopholes, especially this kind of full body armor, there will always be some parts that cannot retain enough magical power for various reasons, thus becoming relatively weak points.

Anderson's armor is just at the back of his neck.

Raven came forward, took out the healing potion, uncorked it, and poured it into Eric's mouth: "Aren't you afraid that the information I gave you is false?"

"My Lord Baron, you are fighting so hard, I can't just stay behind." Eric opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of bloody red teeth: "And this is a success!"

Raven knew that from this moment on, he had truly won the loyalty of this retainer.

With the death of the leader, the battle in the hall quickly came to an end. Under the attack of the private soldiers, the remaining bandits either died or surrendered - but most of them still died.

The private soldiers have all been deeply harmed by the bandits, and many of their comrades have just died, so they may be more ruthless in their actions.

Raven glanced across the hall and saw Visdon lying on the ground. Although he had fainted, his chest was still heaving. His eyes fell on a scimitar on the ground. Just as he was about to pick it up, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Wesdon——"

Denise rushed in, stepping on the blood on the ground, and immediately locked onto her son's position and held him in her arms.

"Oh! My poor brother—" Raven twisted his thigh fiercely and rushed forward with tears in his eyes: "It's all my fault as a brother that these damn bandits hurt you. Oh... my poor brother!"

He gently put his hands around Denise's slender waist and kept stroking her: "Aunt Denise, please don't be too sad. I believe that with the power of the Lord of Light, he will definitely be able to recover!"

Denise turned around, glared at him, and slapped his dirty hands off her waist.

Yes, the Church of Light does have a magic that can regenerate severed limbs, but it has to be at least level seven!
Seventh level!
Not to mention where to find a seventh-level great magician, even if she could find one, Denise doesn't have the capital to ask anyone to help her.

It would cost at least hundreds of thousands or even millions of gold coins for a being like this to release a high-level divine spell!
Denise was in no mood to argue with Raven at the moment, and shouted, "Simon, and that guy, stop wasting time. Can't you see that Weston is unconscious? Come and help me, take him to the church!"

Simon's face was cold and his tone was stiff: "Madam Denise, we only obey the orders of the Baron."

"Haha, so you are Denise!" A bandit who had just been captured laughed, "Baron Raven! I have information to tell you. Please promise me that you will spare my life. I have never killed anyone from the Eagle Territory!"

Raven raised his eyebrows: "That depends on the value of this information."

"I know who told the truth and disclosed the location of this lady!"

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(End of this chapter)