Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"啕——"

The strong blood and rotten odor, coupled with the tragic and weird scenes, stung the unprepared Ren Lin and vomited out a large pool of bitter water.

The samurai who heard the movement quickly followed.

As mercenaries fighting on the front line, they were used to seeing big scenes, but the scene they saw now was something they had never seen before, and they were immediately shocked.

The guild's tent was undoubtedly attacked.

But after people were killed, all their skin was stripped off. This was a method that was almost cruel.

Who on earth has such a deep hatred against their merchant guild... The warriors looked at each other.

——If you think about it carefully, it’s quite a lot.

"...Anti-slavery people?" someone said.

The other warrior shook his head in denial.

Although the anti-slavery people hated the nobles and slave owners of the United City and planned many assassinations and riots, they still tried to be capable in their actions and would evacuate quickly after achieving their goals.

Peeling is a way to vent your anger.

But otherwise it makes no sense and wastes valuable time windows.

"Don't worry about this... go investigate and find what we want." Ren Lin stood up holding a dark red wooden table, the blood on it had solidified, "As for whether it was done by anti-slavery people, there is no such thing. Does it matter? When we get back to Union City, if they didn’t do it, that’s what they did!”

The truth doesn't matter.

It can further solidify the reputation of these rebels and terrorists, making ordinary Imperial civilians avoid them and reduce contact with them.

As far as Ren Lin knows, many old incidents that have been accumulated in the Imperial Police Department over the years have been closed because of this - these people are not very good at catching anti-slavery people, but they are very good at using them to deflect blame.

Happy to see it come to fruition.

After listening to Ren Lin's order, the accompanying warriors also hurriedly searched and rummaged through the pile of corpses... After such a search, they were even more surprised to find that there was no shortage of coins and supplies in the original caravan.

The murderer seemed to have no interest in them at all.

Just killing people...

and took away their skins.

"There is still one alive!" A warrior suddenly reported, pulling out a figure covered in blood.

The other party was naked, with only a few pieces of guild uniform hanging on his body to prove his identity.

"What happened here! Who attacked us..." The samurai asked a series of questions, "Also, your name and position!"

No matter how hard he pressed.

The people who were pulled out said nothing, with expressionless faces and dull eyes.

Except for the fact that his eyes would move according to the movements of the warrior, at first glance, everyone thought he was a dead man with a pale face.

The only thing that is special about it.

That was the entire camp. Compared to the many corpses, this man's skin was relatively intact.

"Don't worry about him, he's probably scared out of his mind!" Ren Lin recovered and yelled, "The thing is not damaged... This is good news. We will slowly interrogate the rest after we get back!"

For Ren Lin, there is nothing more important at this moment than leaving this ghost place as quickly as possible.

As for the death of so many members of the Chamber of Commerce...

In a sense, it is still less cumbersome.

To travel through the Land of Revenge, even if you know the route to the Valley of Revenge, safety cannot be absolutely guaranteed. In order to reduce hidden dangers, the fewer people in a group, the better...

Bah.

He pulled out a roll of indigo cloth from a military backpack, which was unusually wide.

The owner of the backpack had his human skin peeled off, and the blood dyed the entire backpack dark red and penetrated deeply. But the cloth was covered with an inexplicable coating. Not only was it not stained with blood, it instead showed an oily color.

Ren Lin smiled.

Before he could feel lucky, he felt that the ground beneath his feet was shaking, and the entire camp began to shake.

Immediately afterwards.

A thunderous explosion, accompanied by scorching waves of air, suddenly swept over!

…

…

"...Is that the merchant guild's tent?" After going deep into the border of Revenge Land, Wuma had actually seen the tent from a distance.

He immediately understood that Ren Lin had lied to him before.

This way.

The things his son said and the truth about this beastly disaster... are a little more credible.

A strong sense of regret suddenly welled up in the man's heart.

In fact, he also knew that doing business with the merchant guild was no less than seeking skin from a tiger, but the other party was actually too powerful.

Even though Ren Lin is just a representative, he doesn't have many troops or hired thugs.

But the organization he belongs to can determine the rise and fall of a region's power with a single word - the Baimei Clan is a giant in Shandi, but compared to the United Cities and Guilds, they are nothing more than ants.

Once they fall out... even if the Baimei clan occupies the strategic location of the east-west trade hub, the guild will still have ways to block them and find another way.

Someone who can lift you up.

It can also throw you off.

Wuma just didn't expect that even though he had tried his best to show cooperation, in the end, their entire tribe could only become the price in the transaction calculation and a pawn that could be discarded at any time.

The thought of this.

Wu Ma wanted to rush to the opponent's camp with a knife and chop it up... Unfortunately, as the leader of the clan, he still had his own responsibilities.

The whole Baimei clan.

They all moved into the Vengeance Land.

They were only a few kilometers away from Ren Lin's camp, and they could see each other at a glance, but all members of the wandering tribe had stopped.

Then, on the charred land.

They pitched the tents.

This was also in accordance with Ji Hai's instructions.

As a wandering tribe, they were extremely skilled in building tents. The only difference was that, at Ji Hai's request, people connected the tents together.

In this way, several large roofs could be formed.

Enough to accommodate tens of thousands of herders.

The materials of the tents were mostly the tents of the White Eyebrow Clan that were dismantled and packed from the river valley... but the core part was an indigo-colored cloth.

It was distributed to everyone by more than a dozen bee members of the exiled tribe.

Of course, Wu Ma now knew.

They were from the Nameless Clan.

The construction of the tents was in full swing. As the head of the clan, Wu Ma also put down his airs and led people to participate in the construction and fixing.

For some reason, he even had a feeling.

After the first tent was built, their subsequent work seemed to have pressed the acceleration button and became faster and faster...

Perhaps it was because of the tight time.

That's why this illusion occurred.

The tents were being built faster and faster, and the sky was getting darker and darker, but people's expressions did not relax at all, but became more worried and nervous.

Even the steel-forged river valley barriers.

They could not stop the beaked beasts.

These ordinary barracks made of fur and cloth naturally could not shelter them.

Some people even thought that instead of wasting time on this useless work, it would be better to continue running deeper into the revenge land... At least there would be a glimmer of hope.

But now that things have come to this, more people know.

They can only believe it.