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Chapter 121 Margot's Plea

After listening to Margot's account, Mark couldn't help but rest his chin on his hand and ponder, his fingertips habitually tapping the edge of the counter.

Knock knock knock

Suddenly the sound stopped, and Mark looked up and asked directly.

"Have you received inside information about Operation Wolf Extermination?"

Margot's choked emotions subsided slightly, and she nodded vigorously, but her voice still trembled.

"Yes... I found out through the Rat Gang. Just last night, a messenger on horseback delivered an urgent military intelligence report."

"The combined force of Sergei City has been completely surrounded by more than two thousand Abyss Goblins in the canyon of Mount Tabora."

"etc!"

Mark immediately realized something was wrong and repeated with a puzzled look on his face.

"More than two thousand? Abyss goblins? Didn't they say they were only going to wipe out a bandit group of two hundred or so? What are these Abyss goblins?"

Margot shook her head gently.

"I don't know either. All I know is that the bigwigs in Serge City held a meeting overnight and unanimously concluded that this operation was not an accident, but a carefully planned conspiracy against Serge City."

"As for who is behind this, we have no clue at all."

Mark's expression turned very serious.

He had considered that this anti-bandit operation would not be simple, but he did not expect it to turn into a war.

Things had developed to this point, far exceeding his expectations and beyond his capabilities.

Margot seemed to notice the hesitation on Mark's face, quickly wiped away her tears, and added.

"The messenger also brought back a list of the dead, which included many noble sons who had perished."

"I used a lot of connections to inquire and finally confirmed that none of the Anderson family's mercenaries' names were on the list. Henry and Anna are safe for the time being."

At this point, Margot's voice choked up again, and her eyes reddened.

"I've done everything I can. After thinking it over, only you can help me... Please, Lord Mark."

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Upon hearing this, Mark's face grew even more grim, and he felt a mix of emotions.

When Henry voluntarily relinquished the captaincy to him, he had already made his choice. Life and death are preordained, and wealth and honor are determined by fate. Mark respects Henry's decision.

The problem is, Anna got involved too.

A father might risk his life for his child, but if he drags his children into it...

Mark could easily imagine the despair on Henry's face when he saw his daughter Anna appear before him.

Secondly, there's that Brady kid.

Well, Mark really didn't care much, which is why he let the red-haired guy act recklessly and fight alone.

But whether it's Henry or Brady, every adult must be responsible for their own actions.

Mark...

It's not that one is devoid of human compassion, but this should absolutely not be used as a reason to risk one's life to save others; there must be other factors closely related to oneself.

Therefore, Mark did not immediately express his opinion, but instead probed indirectly.

"Ms. Margot, I understand how you feel."

"But as you can see, I am only a Tier 1 professional, and the intensity of this battlefield is far beyond my capabilities."

Margot wiped her red and swollen eyes, her voice hoarse but with a hint of sincerity.

"Lord Mark, I will not make any unreasonable demands, I just hope you can help me in any way you can."

Mark breathed a slight sigh of relief. Margot was reasonable enough not to argue, so he gestured for her to continue.

Margot even organized her thoughts before carefully recounting her story.

"The adults of Sergei have decided to reorganize the army and head to Mount Tabora for rescue."

"I was worried that those nobles would use Henry and his mercenaries as cannon fodder, so I spent a lot of money and used a lot of connections to barely manage to get some support."

Then, Margot took a deep breath, her eyes gradually hardening as if she had made a firm decision, and looked up at Mark with unwavering eyes.

"I heard that the Magicians' Association will also send people to participate in this rescue operation."

"But I can't get close to those noble mages, so I hope that, Lord Mark, you can help persuade your colleagues to take better care of Henry and Anna, considering our past relationship."

"I'm willing to give everything, including my body, if you can do it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Margot grabbed the straps of her suspenders with both hands and pulled them outwards with force.

tearing~

Her fair skin was flushed with a rosy blush, and her snow-white bunny seemed ready to leap out.

Mark had never seen anything like this before; his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Hey, ma'am, are you stuck in a pattern? I'm not interested in this kind of thing at all!

The commotion at the bar attracted the attention of the customers, but before many eyes could fall on them, Mark had already swiftly taken off his blue mage robe and draped it over Margot's shoulders.

"Ms. Margot, don't worry, it's just a small favor."

Margot stared at Mark, tears welling up in her eyes again, this time from genuine emotion.

Margot's past experiences have taught her that the best way to persuade a man is to use a woman's inherent advantages.

But the young man before her was upright and kind, without the arrogance of a sorceress, and without coveting her rewards.

No wonder Henry said back then that Mark was a reliable man.

Margot nodded slightly, her face lowered, her long hair covering her flushed cheeks, her heart churning with mixed emotions.

The situation became awkward, so Mark had to change the subject.

"By the way, you mentioned in your letter that the symbol I asked you to pay attention to is different now? Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Margot quickly composed herself and said in a low voice.

"Yes. A few days ago you specifically told me to pay attention to the sign on the exterior wall of the candy store diagonally across the street."

"I checked this morning, and the sign has turned black. Like you said, I didn't pay much attention to it, but I quietly noted it down, waiting for you to come and confirm."

"Okay, I'll go take a look."

The two got up and walked toward the tavern's transparent glass display case.

Behind the bartender, his expression was blank when suddenly two streams of hot semen gushed from his nose.

Mount Tabora.

The dark clouds were as black as ink, obscuring the sky and the sun. The dark clouds were so low that they seemed within reach, and the cold wind carried a biting chill and a foul, fishy stench.

Eugene stood atop the highest point of the mountain cliff, dressed in a jet-black priest's robe with gold patterns, surrounded by an eerie aura that sent chills down his spine, with a dozen or so burly black figures standing behind him.

Eugene was no longer the elegant man he once was. His face was covered with hideous purple demonic patterns, and his scarlet eyes coldly surveyed the battle in the canyon below.

The joint camp in the center of the canyon was brightly lit, and tiny figures moved about frequently, like ants on a hot pan.

The outer watchtowers of the camp were surrounded by a massive army of abyssal goblins, with screams and sounds of battle rising and falling.

The candlelight in the watchtowers flickered like candles in the wind, extinguished wave after wave by the surging black tide, and watchtowers collapsed one after another.

Just then, a weak voice rang out in the darkness, filled with exhaustion and dissatisfaction.

"Eugene, I've done what you asked. The combined force is trapped in the canyon. Now, my brother and I need to rest. Don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."

Eugene slowly turned his head and saw the gnoll chieftain Hogg standing not far away, leaning on a jagged, serrated greatsword.

At this moment, Huo Ge was no longer the imposing figure of a bandit leader. His gray fur was soaked in blood and stuck together in strands. There was a deep wound on his chest that revealed the bone, and blood was constantly seeping out.

Behind the gnoll leader, a scattered group of thirty or forty bandits followed, all missing limbs, yet they maintained their vigilance, keeping a close eye on Eugene.

Eugene's lips curled into a contemptuous smile, his voice hoarse and low, tinged with a hint of inhuman roar.

"Of course. But before you go, I have to remind you of something."

"What is it!"

Huo Ge gritted his teeth and growled, his tone filled with undisguised rudeness.

As a bandit, Hogg was well aware of Eugene's cunning and feared that the other party would abandon him after using him, so he kept his weapons tightly in hand from beginning to end, ready to fight at any time.

Eugene, however, paid no heed to the gnolls' hostility, speaking in a light, casual tone as if he were recounting a trivial matter.

"Do you remember your brother Hody? The man who killed him is in the Union camp down below."

"Hmph!"

Huo Ge was struck as if by lightning. His whole body trembled violently, and his originally weak body instantly erupted with an astonishing ferocity. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he growled in a low voice, like a wild beast about to go out of control.

Seeing this, the drow elf Kilan quickly reached out and grabbed Hogg's arm, lowering his voice and urgently warning him.

"Boss, calm down! He's lying to you! Eugene has no credibility whatsoever; he just wants to exploit us until he's done with what little value we have left."

"Huff~ Huff~"

Huo Ge took several deep breaths, trying his best to suppress the surging anger in his heart.

The human kingdoms never accept the gnolls as legitimate citizens, and instead classify them as monsters, allowing them to be captured and hunted at will.

The gnoll tribe from which Hogg was born was destroyed by a slave-hunting party.

The two brothers managed to escape, but were forced to live a life of constant wandering.

It wasn't until Huo Ge became the king of the mountain and formed a bandit gang that they finally had a place to stay.

But more than two months ago, young Hody, too playful, secretly slipped down the mountain to a place called Pinewood Town, and has been missing ever since.

When Huo Ge learned of his brother's tragic death, he was so enraged that his eyes turned red, and he wished he could immediately storm into Songmu Town and slaughter the entire town to mourn his brother.

However, due to Eugene's "order" at the time, he reluctantly put aside the idea of ​​revenge.

Now, hearing his brother's name again and knowing that the murderer was right in front of him, how could Huo Ge not be furious?

If Eugene's credibility hadn't already plummeted to rock bottom, he probably would have rushed down and killed the murderer long ago if anyone else had said those words to him.

Eugene seemed to have seen through Hogg's concerns. Instead of getting angry, he smiled calmly and explained.

"If you don't believe me, you can check it yourself."

"More than two months ago, a red-haired boy nicknamed 'Scarred Swordsman' in Pinewood Town killed a gnoll, and the wound on his body was exactly the same as the blade of your brother's weapon."

Upon hearing this, Huo Ge's eyes narrowed, and he looked down thoughtfully at the serrated broadsword in his hand.

After a moment of silence, Huo Ge didn't say a word, but suddenly turned around and roared at the bandits behind him.

"Let's go!"

Swish swish~

The bandits followed Huo Ge away from the hillside.

Eugene stood on the cliff, watching the group of disheveled figures, a smug and sinister glint in his eyes.

Foolish monster.

The gnoll leader would never have imagined that his own brother had been lured down the mountain by him, and that he had even arranged a "bounty game."

Now, with just a few words, they're being bossed around and forced to work for them again.

This feeling of having everything under control is truly addictive.

"Ha ha!"

Eugene threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter hoarse and grating, mixed with eerie hissing like snakes. Suddenly, he turned to look at the dark figures standing beside him and shouted coldly.

"Bring them all up!"

As the sound faded, the corrupted warriors standing at the edge of the woods slowly stepped aside, making way for a narrow passage.

Immediately afterwards, a group of abyssal goblins with sharp teeth and claws pushed and shoved a group of human prisoners out.

These prisoners were all ragged and covered in mud and blood, and some had their hands and feet twisted in abnormal ways.

With each step they took, the prisoners groaned in pain, their cries of agony filling the air, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

The leader of the group was a young nobleman, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a fair face covered in grime. His once magnificent brocade robe was torn to shreds, and he was barely able to stand by being supported by two Abyss Goblins.

He struggled to lift his head, his blurred vision falling on the man in front of him dressed in a black priest's robe.

When he saw the other person's distinctive two small mustaches, his voice carried an undisguised weakness and surprise.

"Eugene! It's you! I...I surrender! I can pay the ransom, any amount of money, just let me go!"

As the nobleman spoke, he struggled with difficulty, his tone full of humble pleading, having long lost the arrogance of his former self.

But Eugene ignored the pleas and slowly walked forward, looking down at him.

"Theodore Rogers, I never imagined we'd meet here in this way."

Theodore's heart sank, and he pleaded even more humbly.

"Eugene, please spare me, for the sake of the Rogers family's continued support for your elder brother! I didn't see anything, and I swear I won't tell anyone!"

Theodore grew increasingly frightened as he spoke, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face, and a foul stench began to seep from his crotch.

Eugene didn't speak, but shook his head. The next moment, he suddenly turned around, and a jet-black obsidian dagger appeared in his hand. He plunged it straight into the nobleman's chest.

Theodore froze, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Fear replaced ruthlessness on his face as he used his last ounce of strength to curse.

"You dare kill me! The Baron will never let you get away with this! Nobody will let you get away with this! Your entire Anderson family, from top to bottom, will be beheaded!"

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The obsidian dagger seemed to flow like liquid into Theodore's wound, slowly seeping into his body.

Immediately, Theodore's skin turned black and ulcerated at a visible speed, his body convulsed incessantly, and his eyes gradually lost their luster and became empty and lifeless.

Within minutes, a brand-new corrupted warrior was formed, exuding a powerful aura that directly reached the strength of a first-tier professional.

The horrific scene instantly terrified the prisoners behind them, who collapsed to the ground, their cries for mercy rising and falling.

"Lord Eugene, spare me! I can give you my family heirloom!"

"I'm an ordinary citizen, I don't know anything, please let me go home!"

Eugene waved his hand impatiently, and Theodore, who had just taken shape in front of him, turned around mechanically as if he had lost his own will and walked into the ranks of the corrupted warriors next to him.

Just as Eugene's gaze fell on the next prisoner, preparing to continue crafting corrupted warriors.

Suddenly, a thin man dressed in black emerged from the shadow of a nearby boulder, his voice laced with indifference.

"Lord Raven asked me to tell you that the ransom matter cannot be delayed any longer, otherwise he will no longer consider past favors!"

Upon hearing this, You Jingang's joy vanished instantly, replaced by a deep gloom, his face so somber it seemed to drip water.