The dust in the air and the carbonized corpses burst out with a burnt stench and splashed out. The lightning that signaled stopped, and at this moment, the old Viscount suddenly let out a scream.
"Get out! Get out! Who asked you to come here! Get out of here!" The roar was incredibly loud in an instant. In this small space, it was as heavy as thunder! The stone ceiling
Countless dust was blown away by the rustling sound, but his short figure was still stooped, making it difficult to imagine how that skinny body could make such a sound.
The sound stopped suddenly.
Because the palm that had been holding his hair had become stuck in his throat at some point.
The roar and the terrible lightning storm almost destroyed the sanity of the few people blocked at the door. The reason why they were still standing reluctantly may be just because their tower shields blocked part of their sight, maybe it was just because the narrow corridor did not allow them to retreat, maybe it was just because the narrow corridor did not allow them to retreat, maybe
It's just that their legs and feet have become weak, or maybe it's because there's someone behind them who won't retreat.
"Father...Father! You...let him go!"
Several corpses that had been turned into charcoal collapsed in an instant, revealing little James who was covering them. The young man's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. But he seemed to have regained some consciousness by this roar.
He is not one of those private soldiers who has not seen much of the world, so he naturally understands the meaning of the charred and crispy corpses in the room - even if he has seen the lightning used by the most powerful mage, its power can only reach the level of a general.
Part of it was burnt, and now, the black carbide that collapsed in front of him was caused by the caster with just a wave of his hand.
Such a spell caster is definitely a legendary high-level mage. Even a magician... And this knowledge makes James's voice full of despair - the power of a high-level mage is enough to defeat Bai Yangzhen like this.
The small town was razed to the ground, and their status allowed them to do so without any scruples.
What I just did was too reckless...the other party could use this excuse to bring disaster to Baiyang Town.
But why?
Why would a chemist come to this remote country to cause trouble for his aging alcoholic father? Is it an enemy his father made when he was young? Or is it because of some special reason?
All kinds of messy thoughts flashed through his mind, leaving little James in a daze, unconsciously looking at the smiling face of the middle-aged nobleman - that smile was so natural, even unusually amiable, that it made people laugh.
His mood relaxed a little, but when he slowly walked forward, he had been dragging old Rospar's hand, and suddenly it moved slightly!
Then little James suddenly let out a scream that was comparable to a rooster's crow.
He clearly heard the snapping sound when the bone broke. He watched the old Viscount's neck being twisted into a strange angle. When the old man turned around, his facial features were instantly distorted: his eyes were bulging.
Out of the eye socket, the shrunken pupils were surrounded by blood. He just stared at his son, his long mouth opened and closed, as if he was trying to say something, but he couldn't even breathe out!
Ahhhhh!
Anger, sadness, fear, and for a moment the terrible emotions swallowed up James's reason like flames. He screamed crazily and jumped forward, stabbing the man in the face with the long sword in his hand!
The long sword pierced the air without any surprise - the magician didn't even use any magic, he just tilted his head slightly to avoid the sword with a sharp wind.
But little James's eyes shrank with excitement! He suddenly raised his left hand halfway, and there was a soft click from the sleeve!
Hidden inside his sleeves was a pair of special weapons, which were made by Edward. They were short arrows placed in a round iron cylinder. With just a slight press, three arrows could be shot out. Although the power was less than
Ordinary crossbow arrows are smaller and cannot reach far, but when smeared on them, a liquid mixed with tree frog blood and some kind of insect poison is almost bloody and seals the throat. At such a close distance, it is undoubtedly a very terrifying weapon.
It's so powerful that it even has a high chance of breaking through the magic that protects arrows!
But the young man's eyes immediately froze.
Amidst the soft sound of the penis, the young man felt his eyes blurred. Then, the black shadow that appeared in front of him at some point and almost covered the entire field of vision made him step back involuntarily...
The black knight stood solemnly, his loose hood hiding his entire face in the shadows. However, people could still feel his gaze, which was a pair of eyes burning with red flames. And the three of them thought they were infallible.
The arrow has stalled in the air - in the black robe, a hand was stretched out lightly, and the power of the crossbow arrow was comparable to that of a short bow, and it stalled between his fingers together...
And that kind of casual glance made James' breathing temporarily pause. He had also learned swordsmanship from several mercenaries, and he was quite confident in his own abilities, but he didn't see clearly how the other party moved.
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"Excellent, excellent...the judgment is accurate, the reaction is sharp, and the expression is well controlled. Although it is not outstanding among nobles of your age, considering the environment in which you grew up, this performance is already commendable.
That’s it…”
The middle-aged nobleman was still smiling, and he pushed the old man's body aside casually, without even casting a glance... It was as if he had just swatted a mosquito to death as if nothing had happened: "Don't worry, Sir James, we will
I don't mean to do you any harm, but I must apologize for the deaths of your loyal subordinates. Oh, and your fellow citizens here, but you don't have to be too stingy, because there will be more soon.
Something good has come to replace them..."
James, whose face was already a little blue, kept retreating until he hit the wall heavily - and this also made him notice that there seemed to be some sounds coming from the air...
It was very noisy, very messy, and seemed to gradually become louder.
It was the sound of crying, wailing, screaming, the ping-pong of impact, the creaking and friction of breaking, the whistling sound of flames shaking in the air... He trembled
I turned my head and saw a flash of bright red rising from the window not far away!
The flames burst out, and almost in the short moment he rushed to the window, the entire town was surrounded by hell!
Little James had already heard the trembling roar of his heart... When he led his men into the castle, although he was cautious, it did not take long. At that time, the surrounding area of Baiyang Town was still peaceful... Assemble
Since the manpower rushed into this room, a total of not one hourglass scale has been used, but why is Baiyang Town burning so fiercely now?
Everything was trembling and convulsing in the flames, twisting in pain, but they could not escape the terrifying nightmare. Human beings looked at the red-hot luster devouring their homes, but they could only run around helplessly, looking for
Trying to stay away from the fire... And in front of them, there was strange evil coming from unknown sources.
The short red lizard-like figure happily hunted a staggering old man with a poor-quality crossbow in his hand, firing arrows one after another until the opponent fell to the ground. The bugbear held a huge torch in his hand and shot all the people.
Everything he passed by was ignited. The huge warg flew through the flames and threw the guards who were making hopeless resistance to the ground. As the gnoll on top of it pulled the reins, the huge monster
Then he tore open the victim's abdominal cavity and splashed out the dripping intestines and blood in all directions!
An ogre looked up to the sky and screamed wildly, grabbing a petrified child in his hands. The dark red hair reminded the young nobleman in a trance that his miller Logan's youngest son was only six years old this year.
This little guy is a bold and naughty ghost. He often pesters himself, saying in his teeth that when he grows up, he wants to be a guard of the nobles, and he can eat it in exchange for a lot of candy... But now, with the picture all over the place,
With one opening and closing movement of the fangs' ugly mouth, all that the child left in the world was a helpless scream and blood spurting out from between the monster's teeth!
Some hairy monsters were wandering in the central square. They roared and cursed, and commanded groups of goblins and kobolds to pile up human corpses. They didn't know what to do, but they just paved the area.
The two-story buildings designed by little James himself and beautifully built along the square have now turned into crackling charcoal in the firelight, but they seem to appreciate their masterpieces very much and howl from time to time.
And curses were added with some hoarse laughter.
Through the window of the castle, little James glanced at the corpses that were gradually piling up... Fear made him almost unable to move, but his concentration also made his eyesight sharp... Those were the faces he was once familiar with: those who worked in the bakery
The apprentice's girl. With her round face, flaxen hair, and eyes that always dodge him inadvertently... He liked her very much, and he was always ready to sneak up on her window sill... because of Edward's suggestion.
The sister-in-law of a laundry shop that has been opened recently often smiles like an old dried flower because of the silver coins she earns... The bald carpenter who occupies the stone house on the west side of the town and has a straight face all day long, because of the problem of town planning
, even to him, there is no pretense...
And there are some more.
But now, the once fresh life is gradually turning cold. They shout, throw themselves down, and roll on the ground like dummies made of straw... Their expressions disappear with the passage of life, leaving only stiff eyes helplessly.
Staring around, seemingly across a vast distance, he stared at the face of the young man who poked his head out of the castle window.
There has never been a moment in my life when death felt so close.
Fear made the young noble's body tremble uncontrollably. He turned his head fiercely, opened his mouth wide, and wanted to use the most vicious words to curse the murderous maniac in front of him, and also wanted to ask him to forgive those who had become in front of him.
He remembers people, but the corners of his lips can't help twisting and opening, but he can't make a sound. His throat feels dry and painful as if a burning coal has been stuffed into it, and he can't help but squirm.
To produce even a trace of moistening saliva.
"The torture from flesh and blood to soul...the songs coming from the abyss are always so cruel, sad...and sweet. Aren't they?"
Looking at the jumping bright red outside the window, the middle-aged man's expression was still frozen in that hateful smile. He walked forward and came to the young man's side. His eyes swept across the burning flames, but his tone showed a strange tone.
A strange, peaceful remoteness, as if it was some kind of magnificent wonder that is hard to see: "Because the matter is too confidential and not too many people can know any of the situation, so I erased it. But please
I believe that everything here is actually nothing special necessary for you..."
Behind him, the sun in the sky was still shining as always, pouring brightness and warmth into the window lattice, and together with the burning firelight, created a strange light and shadow.
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