Captain Roland carried Sandro on his shoulders and ran with great strides. Geffenhardt XVII was also dragged behind him until he was out of breath, disheveled, and completely lacking in the aura of an emperor.
This place was originally a secluded place far away from the town, but a large area around it had been riddled with holes by the indiscriminate bombardment of magic and arrogant sword energy during the battle with the Necromancer, just like a wilderness.
In addition, because of the terrifying aura exuded by the huge corpse puppet, all animals and birds stayed away from this area. It seemed to have become a desert-like death place. And Roland was carrying one and dragging the other in this area.
Running to death.
"Please, can you slow down? Don't you know how to respect the elderly... You actually used such a method to frame me... Needless to say, it must be the little guy Aiden talks about... He is miserable, I know he must be
It's tragic. He must not know the consequences of making me angry, which is serious... I said you can stop jumping, my bones can't bear it..." Sandro on Roland's shoulder complained again. Although he
He said that he had at least fifty or sixty broken bones, but judging from the spirit in which he kept talking to himself, it seemed that breaking another fifty or sixty bones would not be a big problem.
According to his own words, he has not experienced this feeling of stepping into the door of hell for at least thirty years. It seems that no one has ever used space magic for attack and destruction, but once it is used, the damage range is only
Even a little bit, the distorted space is irresistible.
But after all, he was not crushed into a pile of minced meat by this trap. This was not because he was lucky that the teleportation scroll happened to be of inferior quality, nor was it because of his high cultivation level that he could break through that layer of space distortion, but because of the previous
The effect of the space lock used by the three necromancers has not completely dissipated.
The scroll of the space lock is extremely precious and rare. Sandro did not expect that Master Ayden and the other three would use this kind of thing in previous battles. He could not detect the power of simply locking the space. Master Ayden himself
I didn't take the initiative to remind him.
In fact, the space was not locked for a long time. If Sandro had used the teleportation scroll a few seconds later, the power of breaking the space would have turned him into pieces of flesh at the moment of unfolding the scroll. And when he unfolded the scroll, it happened to be
The magic was in the final stage of interference. Therefore, the trap that was originally effective immediately was slightly delayed. It was a pity that he did not discover the abnormality in time. Fortunately, in the end, the destructive power that originally erupted inward was all radiated outward under the influence of the space lock.
, only the large eagle specimen he was sitting on was cut into pieces. But he himself was just dizzy by the oscillation of magic, and fell directly from the sky with his hands and feet tied.
If Captain Roland hadn't caught him below, this failed teleportation trap would have turned him into a pile of meatloaf like rotten tomatoes. But even with the skill of the leader of the Holy Knights, he could catch him nearly a thousand meters away.
It is impossible for a person who fell from a high altitude to be completely unscathed. Although Roland used five methods and eight sword qi to continuously relieve the pressure in mid-air, he finally heard the sound when he caught him.
There was a crackling sound of bones breaking and a hysterical scream coming from the old man's body. Fortunately, Roland's skill in picking him up was exquisite, preventing a broken bone from piercing the fatal spot.
The spatial oscillation did not tear Sandro's body into pieces, but it impacted all his magic power. Not only did the corpse puppet collapse, but he was temporarily unable to even use healing techniques on himself. Although Captain Roland Bei
He had excellent swordsmanship, but he couldn't use any magic. He could only lie on the ground and groan, until he managed to gather some magic power and then managed to reattach the broken bones one by one.
"Ah, I told you to stop jumping, okay?" Sandro groaned again. Although the bones have basically been reattached, it is impossible for him to walk quickly, even if it is so bumpy.
After a while, my whole body ached.
Captain Roland didn't answer. He was still running with long strides, holding the exhausted Geffenhardt with his other hand. His face was as solemn as frost now. After hearing what Sandro said about that person,
The cardinal's true identity is a necromancer, and this sneak attack on the emperor was completely caused by him. After that, he immediately picked up Sandro, who was still unable to move, and took the emperor away. With his mind and experience
, after hearing this, I naturally understood that the situation was not good.
A necromancer is doing whatever he wants in the capital. This not only makes Roland worried, but also Geffenhart has become a headless fly. If he hadn't witnessed the incredible methods of this magical old man, with one person's power,
After repelling three necromancers, he would never believe that the cardinal who could heal the queen was actually a notorious necromancer.
"Sandru...Old sir, are you really sure? If so...how is the queen doing now? Is she really well?" Geffenhardt asked intermittently, panting and crying.
. He has asked this question at least ten times, but Sandro seems to be unwilling to pay attention to him, and he keeps asking.
Sandro had been ignoring him at first, but now it seemed that he was finally driven to be impatient, and suddenly replied: "Okay, okay, that girl is much more energetic than you... Now she is so energetic that she can squeeze you to death."
It’s okay to eat you, I’m telling you…”
When Roland heard this figure, he immediately paused and coughed. He seemed to have vaguely sensed something from Sandro's description before. Now that he heard these words again, although he couldn't fully understand it, he had an idea.
"If it wasn't for that bastard, how could I be interested in talking nonsense to this kid here?" Sandro snorted disdainfully, looked at Geffenhardt and said viciously: "Boy, look at you!
You look like a waste, and I'm afraid you can't even hold a heavier sword. If it weren't for the fact that Ronis has been supporting you, and because I, as an ally, have to protect you no matter what, I would have made you a little guy.
A living zombie, so that you don't have to drag people around and ask questions here and there... A man can't even protect himself, but he will hurt others... I originally thought that indecisive men are the most annoying, but I didn't know there were other people.
You are even more annoying like this..."
Geffenhardt's face turned green when he heard this, and he stumbled and almost fell.
Although he himself does not have any airs of being an emperor. He seems to have long been accustomed to others solving problems for him and even fully assuming the responsibilities of being an emperor. He has no sense of being the head of a country. But after all, he is an emperor. It is impossible for anyone to say these words.
Tell him...
"Mr. Sandro, please stop saying a few words. Your Majesty, there is no need to ask about these things. We will find out when the time comes." Roland sighed, put Geffenhardt on his shoulders and continued to move forward.
Run away.
The only way to return to the royal capital as soon as possible is to use Sandro to recreate a corpse puppet that can fly. But let's not talk about the problem of recovering his magic power. There are no living creatures in this area, let alone
Not to mention the corpse. So now Roland can only run, run out of this desolate land.
The number one swordsman in the Eastern Continent and the leader of the Holy Knights who commanded the mighty continent. Now he was carrying two people like a coolie and running through a wasteland. And the two people on his shoulders were from the largest empire in the continent.
The emperor. The other is the feared Necromancer. This is definitely the most incredible and ridiculous scene, but none of them can laugh.
In the royal capital, the headquarters of the Holy Knights, the magic priest reported the news of the prisoner's escape to the cardinal who was discussing the matter with Lord Rodhart.
"Someone is robbing the prison?" The cardinal's expression changed instantly, and he immediately asked: "What about the Marquis? Where is he now?"
"The Marquis suddenly didn't know where he was going. High Priest Ryan said that there seemed to be a great magician among the people who robbed the prison. But please don't worry, Lord Bishop. He has already sent people to search in the royal capital.
"I understand, please step back first." Bishop Javi's face was uncertain, and he waved his hand for the pastor to withdraw.
"The great magician? Is it the city lord of Eufor, Cedros?" Rodhart asked.
"Impossible. According to Eufu's current situation, it is impossible for Cedros to have the time and energy to follow that guy here. The teleportation magic circle is now disabled, and it is even more impossible for him to be teleported." Javi just thought for a moment.
, and firmly denied this possibility. "To take a step back and say that if he really needs to come here in person, Gru will definitely be here with him. And if Gru comes here... the two of us should not be able to do it now."
Maybe he's still standing here talking."
"But he didn't say that he had such help when he was looking for me before. He probably wouldn't hide it. The people who ambush you should be all their men."
"Great Magician...? Could old man Ryan have seen it wrong?" Bishop Javi frowned.
"Although High Priest Ryan is conservative and cautious, he still has good vision. He at least has his reasons for saying this."
"There are so many things he doesn't know, so it's not surprising that his judgment is wrong. What's strange to me is... Marquis... Your Excellency..." Bishop Javi was a little hesitant when talking about Marquis, as if he was not sure what name to use. "
Why did he leave without saying a word? At least he should have informed me. But this also shows that he saw some clues, knew what happened and where he escaped, and the rest is
There are two possibilities. One is that the matter is urgent and there is no time to notify me... I don't want this possibility..."
"I don't hope either..." Rodhart said lightly. The two of them were now on a common front of interests.
Bishop Javi was silent for a moment, and then said: "The second possibility is... he is sure to solve this matter, and there is no need to notify me... I am not blindly optimistic, I know his personality is not to do it, right?
Things to be sure of..."
"Does the Marquis know where he is going?"
"Not only can he know it, but we both should also be able to imagine it... Whether he is rescued or runs out on his own, there must be only one place he will go to first..."
"Prime Minister's Mansion..." Rodhart nodded immediately. "Do you want us to lead the troops there immediately?"
Bishop Javi thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "Since he rushed over, I think we don't need to...and since he rushed over in such a hurry, and the Magic Academy and the Prime Minister's Office are not close to here, the person who notified him will come
I'm afraid things have come to an end during this period. Even if we rush there now, it may be of no use... Or it would be bad if we make a big splash and alert others. Those guys are just three people, and they are still three wanted criminals who cannot be seen in the light. For
It does not pose an obstacle to our current plan..."
Rodhart nodded: "Yes. Instead of wasting time on the three of them that may not be effective, I think it is better for us to go to the palace as soon as possible. Even if the Marquis fails to deal with them and the Prime Minister is on their side.
, we have handled this matter well and the overall situation is also under our control."
"Well said. Then we should go as soon as possible." Bishop Javi looked at Rodhart and smiled. These words were actually what he was thinking, so this smile contained praise, achievements, and was equally smart and valuable.
There is a tacit understanding of discernment, but there is also some caution between similar people, like two snakes.
But this kind of caution does not mean too much, because smart people like this will never do anything stupid. Bishop Javi clearly knows that as long as he is still a person from Diya Valley, he still represents His Majesty Pope Celeste.
identity, then this ally who may be as smart as himself will never betray him. They do things as accurately and regularly as calculating accounts. As long as they know that one plus one, the result will definitely be two.
At this time, in Diya Valley.
As soon as the Marquis appeared in the teleportation magic circle, he saw Master Aiden and another Necromancer looking at him outside.
"Acting Guild Master, you are finally back? I wonder what you did?" Master Aiden looked at him coldly.
"Sorry, I just went to deal with some personal matters." The Marquis was a little surprised. Although he knew that they must have suffered a loss at the hands of Sandro, he didn't know why they came to him.
"Did you know that Nopolit died? He died in Sandru's hands." Master Aiden's eyes and voice were as cold as the icy wind on Sandface Mountain.
"What? Really? This is really the misfortune of Diya Valley..." The Marquis was a little wary and stood firm. However, he was not very worried. He believed that no matter what happened, the necromancers would not be able to interact with each other in Diya Valley.
Take action.
Master Aiden's eyes and voice were colder and more cutting: "Don't you know? Haven't you been monitoring us with your puppet eagle eyes? We should also be responsible for what you, the acting guild leader, have done.