"Fire-eyed Warbler? I thought you wouldn't come." The executioner was not surprised to see the scene in front of him. This was exactly what they wanted.
"Someone come!"
He shouted, and soldiers armed with crossbows appeared from the rooftops around the square. Their taut strings held arrows gleaming with magical brilliance. Although the Moruo family wasn't particularly wealthy, they could still afford such enchanted arrows.
"Get ready, shoot!" According to Viscount Mo Ruo's previous instructions, the commander shot the arrow directly without waiting for the other party to explain.
A rapid sound of breaking through the air was heard, and the black arrow left a fleeting afterimage in the air, shooting directly at the people on the stage.
Faced with such a scene, the people who were originally watching the excitement fled in panic, fearing that they would be affected. Fortunately, both sides did not care about these civilians and let them leave.
In a hurry, the crimson sword light was swung on the high platform, cutting off several arrows, but other parts also shot into the body, bringing up blood flowers of varying sizes.
Seeing her men injured, the woman holding the crimson sword on the stage frowned, then her pupils focused, and the sword in her hand made a sharp vibration, tearing through the air with lightning speed, and swung out several sword beams, slashing at the soldiers in the distance.
She probably has the strength of War Sequence 5, which is why she has the means to attack from a distance.
Several sword beams swept across the bricks and stones on the roof, tearing them apart with a loud bang. Some tiles and soldiers fell down with screams, making a crashing sound.
Seeing this scene, ordinary people around hid faster and the place gradually became empty.
"You still dare to resist, do you want to rebel?" the executioner questioned and roared.
"No, no, no, sir, you can't just frame us, the 'Fire-Eyed Oriole', so casually. In fact, we just received the news that our companions were in distress, so we came to rescue them." The mature woman, dressed in white trousers and a jacket, easily swept away the sparse crossbow arrows with her long sword, and still had enough time to answer the executioner's questions.
Then several more sword beams slashed down, causing the remaining crossbowmen to fall down. She withdrew and easily jumped off the platform with the few people behind her.
"Now let's talk about the practical issues." She easily swung the long sword in her hand to create an orange-red sword flower, embellishing the cold little town, and walked towards the executioner step by step.
The executioner, who was protected by the guards, looked at the woman silently until she was nearly ten meters away, then he asked her to stop.
"Stop, say what you want to say right here."
"Is that so?" The woman with the red sword smiled, then really stopped and stood still.
"I believe I have demonstrated my sincerity. Now, Lord Viscount Mo Ruo, can you please demonstrate your honor and promise?"
After she finished speaking, she looked back and scanned the surroundings gently, as if trying to find which building Viscount Mo Ruo would come out of.
"My lord is not here. Just tell me if you have anything to say." The executioner waved his hand to temporarily stop the soldiers beside him.
"Really? If I tell the truth, will it reveal the Viscount's secret?" She pressed her free finger against her bright red lips, leaned forward, and smiled slyly.
"How could you know Lord Mo Ruo's secret?" The executioner remained unmoved and continued to shake his head.
"But the master said that if your organization returns the stolen treasures, we can let you go and not pursue the matter further."
"Treasure? Sorry, I don't know what treasure it is. Perhaps you could tell me what Lord Mo Ruo's treasure looks like."
"You..." The executioner was speechless when he heard this unexpected answer. This was something he didn't know before, and Viscount Mo Ruo didn't explain how to deal with it.
The scene suddenly became quiet and froze for a moment.
Farther away from the square, on the second floor of a restaurant, Loran Hill and Lottie sat by the windowsill, watching the scene in the distance through the gap in the curtains. Although they were hundreds of meters away, because they were both extraordinary people, they could still see clearly what was happening.
"What are they doing?"
Lottie was a little curious. Today she was wearing a black coat, but she had a sweater underneath because the weather was getting colder. This sweater was knitted for her by Loran Hill.
"It must be some secret treasure," Loran Hill recalled the little news he had heard in the forest. It seemed the 'Fire-Eyed Oriole' had been keeping an eye on Viscount Moruo for quite some time.
"There's also local folklore that the Moruo family hid treasures left behind in the forest."
"Is that so..." Lottie listened to the explanation and seemed to remember something. Her eyes drifted away for a moment and then she was immersed in memories again.
Soon, a burst of rapid fighting sounds was heard, and a group of black-clad soldiers and the "Fire-Eyed Oriole" people in the square began to exchange fire.
Not only were there sparks and clashes of swords, but there were also hints of gunfire mixed in. Since the war ended, some technologies had begun to spread from Lurna to the world.
Frankly, Loran Hill had no desire to get involved in the conflict between the two sides. If it weren't for the previous city lockdown, she might have left and headed for the next stop. But now that the two sides were at war, it was a good opportunity to observe the strength of each side.
Based on her conversations with the mercenaries over the past few days and her inquiries with Miss Charlene, she gradually understood the origin of the "Fire-Eyed Oriole" organization.
Since the empire conquered this land hundreds of years ago, some meritorious officers and soldiers have been granted titles here and built their own castles in various places to rule the land under their names.
But because most of them came from the central part of the empire or other provinces, after coming to this remote and unfamiliar area at the time, they were afraid of being forgotten or losing their understanding of the situation in the central part of the empire, so an organization quietly emerged.
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