Durin's Diary

Chapter 24: Actions are judged by deeds, not by the heart

Ten miles away from the city of Sarichi, it was snowing heavily. The aircraft were moving in the snow. The engineers of the Craftsmen's Guild had adjusted the three machines very well - this was Dulin's point of view, because this helicopter-like concept was proposed by Dulin. The Craftsmen's Guild and Dulin spent three years tinkering with these three prototypes. They were originally intended to be used as carriers for various weapons, with the weapon operator sitting in the front seat and various firearms hanging on both sides.

Of course, there are now seat panels hanging on both sides, and the tightly wrapped members are sitting on the seat panels on both sides.

After the city of Sarichi came into view, Dulin confirmed the human city in front of him - it was similar to the ancient European cities he imagined. Three-story buildings were the main residential areas in this city. It was snowing heavily now, and there were few pedestrians on the streets. Perhaps someone could hear the sound of an aircraft engine in the wind and snow, but the sound had never been heard before and was very unfamiliar to them. No one would think that this was an invasion.

So, the airdrop near the hill was very successful, and the lynxes were divided into three teams, following Dulin, Enrique and Old Ish respectively.

In choosing the invasion route, Enrique led the team to enter from the back door. He was a rare grassland elf knight, a tough guy who could hold a bullpup 13-type single-headed bullet in one hand and still hit the target with all bullets. Old Ish could do it too, after all, he was a silver dragon warlock. With a blessing, his gun hand was steadier than Enrique's.

There were guards at the gate, but with the heavy snow, two guards had already gone into the pavilion on the left side of the gate. This was obviously a place used by the guards to shelter from the wind and rain. It was made of wooden boards, and normally this was seen as a sign of mercy from the master. However, when two single-headed bullets passed through the barrel of the gun, passed through a special long-tube silencer, flew forty-nine yards, penetrated the wooden boards, and finally penetrated the two bodies, mercy lost its meaning.

The life-seeing technique that Old Ish shared with Durin was Durin's request. This technique can display the life aura in the recipient's field of vision. The strength of the technique determines the radius. With this technique shared by Old Ish, Durin could already see the human-shaped auras in the manor in front of the door.

If Du Lin comes in, the effect will probably be greatly reduced.

The remaining lynx cub opened the door as it walked past the pavilion, and after confirming the human's injuries, it chose to ignore them - the heavy bleeding and cold would quickly take their lives, so there was no need to do anything unnecessary.

Old Ish, armed with his crossbow, dispatched the patrolling dogs with arrow after arrow. These large dogs were responsible for guarding the house, a role completely different from the hunting dogs of the human nobles. In the Saric household, the hounds even had their own quarters, fed beef and drank milk, truly living a life better than humans.

Du Lin followed the path to a fish pond.

The boy who was feeding the fish by the pond kept telling the girl beside him the story of the three hunting dogs he owned, and mentioned that the hunting dogs were exchanged for prey.

"prey?"

"In the dungeon."

The simple conversation ended here, and Du Lin chose not to listen any further. Instead, he came behind him, covered his mouth first, stabbed the boy's waist with the dagger in his other hand, then cut his throat with a claw knife and pushed him into the fish pond.

Old Ish controlled the girl: "Whatever his name is, you should call it that."

"His name is Royce, my brother, and I am Sasha. We are all children of the Saric family. Who are you?" The girl looked at the invaders in front of her with fear on her face.

Du Lin narrowed his eyes, and the screen revealed the true side of the girl.

Karen Maria Saric
Step 8 of the Fraudster Path: Swindler.

Attributes:
Power: 9
Agility: 12
Constitution: 8
Intelligence: 17
Perception: 14
Charisma: 15
Life is always fighting for its own survival, even if it is meaningless sometimes, but life will not give up until the last moment.

Daju's comment made Du Lin feel soft-hearted for a moment.

Yes, it’s just like when I was younger, facing a dead end, but instinctively not wanting to die.

At this time, the brother of Miss Karen, who called herself Sasha, had already been lying motionless in the fish pond. It was a very cold day, and the thick, wet clothes, the child, the icy water, the heavy blood loss, and the cut neck were all huge demerits to his life.

Du Lin took over and pushed her to the edge of the pool.

The girl seemed to understand her fate. She looked at her brother half-floating in the pool and asked, "Why?"

"Just now your brother said what he exchanged the three hounds for. Have you forgotten, Miss Sasha?" After saying that, Du Lin stabbed the dagger in her right back of the heart - sometimes it is a good thing for the heart to grow upside down, but unfortunately the aura of life will not lie.

He twisted her clothes to cover the wound, pulled out the dagger, smeared the blood on her clothes, and pushed the little liar into the fish pond.

I pity you because I see in you the part of myself that is striving for survival.

I killed you because those victims needed justice, and this justice is many years too late.

After finishing everything, Durin put the dagger back into the sheath. Old Ish had already led the team to the gate, and Durin came to the other side with his lynx cub.

We have to leave! The caravan on the Lublin route has disappeared! Two teams trying to transfer the caravan's hostages have been intercepted by an unknown group!
Perhaps it was an accident. Our intelligence agent in Lublin has not sent us any news yet. We need to wait a little longer.

How long do we have to wait? Until the sharp blade of the victim falls on our heads?

There was a heated argument coming from inside the door. It seemed that the family was discussing something. That was great. They were all gathered together and there was no need to clean the room.

The two lynx cubs came to the gate, two blasting plates were attached to the gate and the safety pins were pulled at the same time, and then they came behind Dulin and old Ish who were leaning against the walls on both sides.

Du Lin held four stun grenades in his hand, all with the safety pins pulled. They would be thrown in the moment the door exploded.

This wasted money was an unnecessary expense in Old Ish's eyes, until he tasted one himself - after three minutes, the legendary dragon vein sorcerer's hearing had not recovered half, and there were three more Durin in his eyes.

These items crafted by Du Lin could be called alchemical wonders. Although they were expensive, their effects were remarkable, and anyone who came in would be in for a fight. The door exploded, and Du Lin threw in a stun grenade—along with a defensive grenade.

After the series of explosions, Yi Xu was the first to walk in.

A bullet hit his forehead, lost its kinetic energy after deformation and fell to the ground.

Is this the true strength of the Silver Dragon Warlock? How terrifying.

Daju was inspired. Du Lin held his gun sideways, aimed the red dot on the side of the gun at the front and entered the hall. The first shot hit a young boy struggling to climb the stairs. He was far away from the explosion point and was trying hard to leave the scene.

But unfortunately, he performed the second best among the people in the entire hall, so the arrow passed through the barrel and penetrated his back. He fell on the stairs and slid down the stairs succumbing to gravity.

The first one that caught my eye was the target who had stone skin and was shooting, so he was hit by the disintegration spell given to him by Old Ish and turned into ashes directly.

Then a breath of ice was exhaled, and the other guy who had just stood up turned into an ice sculpture. The next second, when the bullet hit it, the ice sculpture was shattered into pieces.

While shooting, Du Lin moved sideways to leave enough shooting space for his teammates behind him.

The struggling crowd was an excellent target. The shotgun shells whizzed through the crowd and knocked over many people, and every two bullets were aimed at those who looked strong.

A human was transforming into a werewolf. Du Lin didn't have time to change the magazine. He pulled out a pistol with one hand and pointed at the werewolf with the other, and shot at the werewolf with the divine instruction.

Let me see how far this technique can go against these evils.

Two beams of light passed through the entire hall. The moment they hit the werewolf, the werewolf was immediately ignited by the holy energy and successfully became the most dazzling existence in the hall.

The werewolf's high recovery rate became extremely ridiculous at this moment. It prevented him from dying immediately when being burned by the holy flame, so the means of saving his life became the most cruel torture, and his howling soon turned into wails.

But for Du Lin, this energy has a warm feeling - it burns on the werewolves, but brings warmth to every innocent person in the world. It's great.

He knocked down the struggling target, changed the pistol magazine, then switched to the Durin 13, replaced the new magazine and fired at the still-howling werewolf. The werewolf finally died with bullet holes all over its body.

"Sir Enrique has also entered the back hall. He encountered enemy security forces and a firefight is underway!" shouted the lynx cub carrying a communicator.

"Kahn, take your men to help." After Old Ish gave the order, the four lynx cubs obeyed the order and entered the corridor.

Du Lin walked forward, changed the magazine of his shotgun and put it on his back, and started shooting everyone present with his pistol. The lynx cub with a communicator on his back was more accustomed to using an axe. He dragged the wounded out of the pile of corpses and then shot them on the head.

Another group of lynx cubs went up to the second floor to keep watch. His companions took out a list and began to check the identities of the targets one by one. After confirmation, they taped the name papers to the chests of the deceased with tape.

Old Ish pushed aside a dead body on a chair and looked around, a little puzzled: "Is this resolved?"

"The human trafficking group may be holding a shareholders' meeting to decide how to develop next. In the words of us grassland elves, this is a very serious meeting. It's a pity that we ruined it." Du Lin told a cold joke while changing a magazine and continuing to shoot.

"Child, come here." Old Ish looked at Du Lin and waved.

After using a pistol to put an end to the life of the middle-aged woman who was breathing faster and faster at his feet, Du Lin came to his grandfather.

"Divine instruction, I saw you use this spell." Old Ish said this. The joyful old man reached out and patted Du Lin's face. "This is proof that you are favored by the gods, child. Prove to the world that you are not a sorcerer."

Du Lin smiled. It seemed that this rumor had spread quite widely. However, he also sighed with emotion: "No matter when or where, I am still your grandson, Old Ish."

"Yes, boy, you will always be my good grandson." Old Ish said, and gestured: "Go, do what you think is right."

At this time, two lynx boys dragged an old man up from the ground: "We found the chieftain, it's him."

Du Lin signaled them to drag the skinny old man in front of Old Ish and throw him down, then turned around and continued shooting.

·Don’t miss out on this experience!

Big Orange screamed in Du Lin's head.

Kill that big dark guy! He's a higher level! He's still got a breath left!

Why rush? No one is competing with us.

After Du Lin sighed, he raised his hand and fired a ten millimeter bullet into the head of the big black man.

10mm pistol bullet, steel core design, copper clad process, specially designed to treat various terminal conditions, one bullet at a time.

(End of this chapter)