Attacker

consultation meeting.

This kind of meeting mostly took place between nobles of equal status to discuss territorial frictions and enemies that needed to be resisted together.

This kind of meeting is usually convened by a respected elder, and the rest of the people are invited. The attack had a huge impact. For this reason, the nobles of the attacked territory held a special meeting to discuss how to solve this matter.

The person who convened the meeting was the oldest viscount in the area, who was always kind and respected.

The aroma of hot tea rose in the air. Those who came to participate in the meeting were all nearby viscounts, who could be considered his descendants. The old viscount clapped his hands, and the maid served snacks to the nobles present, and then left the place quietly.

After the door was closed, the old viscount finally spoke.

"I am honored to convene this meeting. I believe everyone has heard about the recent attacks. The attacked territories have suffered great losses, and it is only a matter of time before the territories that have not been attacked are attacked. For the benefit of everyone, I hope that everyone will make more suggestions and resolve this matter as soon as possible."

A viscount in a fine suit spoke first: "I don't think those people will give up. The scope of their attacks is expanding. If we don't stop them, they might rush into our territory one day."

Another person nodded in agreement: "I agree with that point of view. We must take the initiative."

The third person raised an objection: "What you said makes sense, but it is not easy to do this. How can we find them?"

""I think I can make a suitable bait to attract all the enemies and then catch them all in one fell swoop!"

"That's easy to say, but whose territory should we use as bait? If we fail and provoke retaliation, whose territory will it belong to?"

"......"

Although it was a dispute among the nobility, it was not much different from a quarrel among ordinary vegetable vendors. Everyone stared at the things in their vegetable baskets, fearing that they would lose even one more egg. A meeting lasted from morning to night without any result.

The old viscount who was in charge of convening the meeting pinched his nose and felt helpless at the mess in front of him. He was a descendant of the Western Front, and he couldn't stand the endless struggle for his own interests. Unfortunately, people get older and lose their sharpness. Time has smoothed out the edge, leaving only pain.

He knocked on the table, interrupting the nobles' verbal battle: "In that case, use my territory as bait."

The viscounts who were arguing suddenly changed the subject and laughed hypocritically: "How can this be? Even if our interests are damaged, we can't let you bleed like this."

The old viscount saw through it all and waved his hand impatiently: "If we continue to argue like this, there will be no result even if they tear down all our territories. Okay, let's move on to the next step."

Since he said so, the nobles no longer whitewashed and readily agreed to this plan. Without sacrificing their own interests, the meeting process suddenly became faster. Everyone quickly agreed on the profit sharing and how to contribute. Go back and reorganize the troops.

After they left, the old viscount leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes in exhaustion. The loyal baron poured a cup of tea and brought it to him.

"My Lord Viscount, even though you said we would use our territory as bait, can we really attract them?"

The old viscount was not surprised that he knew the content of the meeting. With his sharp ears and eyes, he could more or less hear some of it. He took the tea and took a sip.

"Just drug it according to its taste. Those people mostly attack remote areas with few people coming and going. Normally, only businessmen go there. At other times, there will be no one there even if there is a gap of ten days or half a month."

"Now, each territory has stepped up its vigilance, and the number of areas that meet the requirements is decreasing. We just need to find the corresponding villages and prepare in advance to set traps, and they will fall into our trap."

"In that case, a small town bordering other viscount territories is the best choice."

"Just do as you say."

"Yes, sir."

The baron saluted with his hand on his chest and quickly spread the news.

The viscounts who received the news confirmed their destinations, returned to their own territories, and summoned their troops to gather in the quiet village.

On the other side, the drug warriors have already gathered together.

"It's about time. The nobles should have responded. We should move on to the next step."

No. 113 stretched her back lazily, with a lazy smile on her lips. She deliberately got very close to No. 66, who showed no reaction and drew on the ground with a branch.

"Based on their reaction, it seems that they are pushing us in a certain direction. Let's follow the plan."

"Don't think of being my boss. I warn you, just this once. If it weren't for the master, I wouldn't listen to you."

No. 25 hummed and reluctantly agreed to his plan. No. 112 squatted beside him and readily said that he had no problem.

Everything was in accordance with the master's plan. The four of them hit it off and No. 112 took the lead to investigate the situation.

He took advantage of the night to sneak towards the target village. Darkness enveloped the village, and there was silence all around. No. 112's movements were extremely light, like a slippery fish, and no one could detect him.

The man, who was getting a little impatient, asked in a low voice: "Will those people really come?"

The person next to him yawned, his face full of impatience: "Who knows. If they don't come, all our efforts will be in vain. Ha... I really want to go back. I recently found a new maid, but I haven't enjoyed it yet."

"Your territory is still the best. I have nothing there."

"Don't you have a lot of minerals in your territory? That's a lot of money. You can buy anything you want."

The two were laughing and no one noticed the dark shadow passing by behind them. No. 112 was like a nobody and found the positions of all the enemies easily.

Two at the door, two in each room, and ordinary people in the back... It seems that they have prepared a lot of things. No. 112 raised his eyebrows. Those bloodline people wanted to hide themselves, but in his eyes they were like lamps. Even the church couldn't stop him from sneaking in, let alone these ordinary bloodline people.

After a brief investigation, he sent a signal to his companions, and the following teams entered the town in twos and threes, approaching different houses according to the plan. As soon as they entered, the nobles guarding the town immediately raised their vigilance.

The baron showed a hint of joy in his eyes: "Your judgment is correct, these guys are really here."

The old viscount said solemnly: "This is just the beginning, be prepared. The trap can only work once, we can't let them escape."

The chemical warriors climbed in through the window, and there was no fire in the house. The Bloodblood hiding on the beam suddenly rushed down, and a tangle of battles broke out with it in the narrow space.

The potion warriors fought and retreated, moving the battlefield to an open area that was convenient for fighting. The nobles had also been waiting for this opportunity.

"Damn you guys, you're the ones who have been raiding our territory."

The viscounts gnashed their teeth and said, "Go ahead! Just leave a few alive, and kill all the rest!"

No. 112 mixed in with them and shouted loudly: "Tsk, have we fallen into a trap? Let's retreat!"

"I can't let you get away like this!"

"Archer, let me shoot!"

Arrows rained down, attacking the target fiercely. They brought weaker potion warriors this time, and the most conspicuous one was No. 25. Compared with the others, he was like a moving hill. The bloodline warrior who fought against him was thrown aside after a few moves. The tall man slapped his chest and roared to the sky.

The nobles were immediately attracted and pointed at the location of No. 25: "Shoot there!"

The archers swallowed their saliva, somewhat afraid of No. 25's huge figure. But under the command of the lord, they still carried out the order and made the opponent the first target.

The arrow flew through the sky, the tip of the arrow reflecting cold light. No. 112 winked, and No. 25 immediately covered his chest and shouted at the top of his voice: "Ah! I was hit by an arrow."

Only No. 112, who was nearby, could see that the arrows had not penetrated No. 25's defense at all, leaving only faint white marks on it. As No. 25 screamed more and more miserably, he was furious and asked in a low voice: "Isn't your acting too exaggerated!?"

"It's OK as long as it works. Didn't you see they were all hit? In this chaotic war, no one will care about such things."

Just as he said, after No. 25 shouted, more arrows were shot at him. The latter laughed and pretended to scream even louder.

This guy...

No. 112 Fu'e did not forget to command the remaining people to fight and retreat, leaving only a few corpses as clues.

As the saying goes, enemies become more jealous when they meet. The lords' eyes turned red when they first saw these guys who had caused them so much loss.

After a "hard" struggle, the attackers finally evacuated successfully. The nobles who could not catch up returned angrily, complaining that it was bad luck.

"Damn it, they got away again."

"They should feel the pain now after being severely beaten. They will not be so arrogant in the future."

"It'd be better if I don't catch those guys again! Otherwise, I'll make sure they know how powerful I am!"

Amidst the rude curses, the old viscount walked over to the corpses, lowered his head to observe the scarlet lines on the corpses, and his brows became more and more furrowed.

"Wait, there's something wrong with these people. Take them back for inspection. Be careful with these bodies to prevent any more accidents."

"Yes, I'll call the logistics team over right away!"

A soldier hurried to the rear, and soon he brought a group of ordinary people. The latter began to carry the bodies and clean up the battlefield. Under the strict order of the old viscount, they did not dare to get close to observe, and just carried the bodies back.

This battle dampened the other side's arrogance. In the following half a month, the viscounts really did not see those people again. Most of them returned to their original extravagant life.

As the owner of the territory where the battlefield was located, the old viscount took the initiative to take on the task of dealing with the corpses. After thinking it over again, he secretly reported the matter to the earl, and then reported it to the duke who was in charge of this part of the territory.

Looking at these reports, the Duke also frowned.

In fact, although these incidents had subsided in his territory, they continued to occur in the territories of other dukes. Those people did not leave, but just moved to another place.

This matter really cannot be left unchecked. The Duke turned to the end, staring at the patterns drawn with ink, and a sense of familiarity inexplicably surged in his heart.

It's like I've seen it somewhere before...

After thinking for a moment, the Duke took out a piece of paper and wrote a letter.