The three cavalrymen raised their swords and rode towards him, shouting and shouting as if they were chasing prey. The high-spirited tone of the imperial envoy just now made them eager to make meritorious deeds.
As he rushed closer, Asa fired a fireball and hit one of the cavalrymen in the face. The cavalry fell down and fell off the horse. The other two cavalrymen were surprised. Asa seized this opportunity and jumped to step on the head of one of the cavalrymen.
He passed them directly and continued to rush forward.
Ahead was the circle where the cavalry were killing villagers. The grass there was stained red with blood, and the screams of the villagers were decreasing.
Asa rushed directly into the cavalry, jumped on his horse and chopped down two of the cavalry with two swords. The other cavalry suddenly panicked, and they all rode up to deal with him, and the formation suddenly fell into disarray. Asa took the opportunity to cut through the gap in the middle.
Zhong rushed over. In front of them were the imperial minister and local official Daote who were sitting firmly on their horses watching the cavalry kill. It was impossible to deal with so many cavalry by oneself. In this case, it was natural to find a commander.
Before the two of them could react, Asa rushed over and pulled them off their horses one by one. Asa immediately put a knife on the neck of the imperial envoy and shouted: "Don't move them all." The cavalrymen stopped immediately.
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Only a few children were left standing in the pool of blood, crying and covered in blood. It seemed that they were not injured. The villagers protected the children with their bodies inside the human wall. Only the hunter Levin captured the child.
He fought hard with the weapon of a cavalryman. He had been stabbed several times, and he was half-kneeling and gasping for air, covered in blood. There were still people making low moans in the pool of blood.
The imperial envoy who had a knife held to his neck was not very panicked. He still maintained the demeanor of a scholar and the majesty of an official. He said in a very contemptuous tone: "I'm sorry you don't dare to hurt my hair. All the soldiers here are..."
After seeing your appearance, if you dare to harm the envoy appointed by His Majesty the Emperor, you will become a wanted criminal in the entire empire. And even your family..."
He suddenly interrupted his speech with a cry that was worse than a slaughtered pig. Asa broke one of his fingers and said coldly: "I have never been interested in hurting other people's hair."
After groaning a few times, the imperial envoy struggled to maintain his proper tone and said: "How dare you hurt a clergyman like this? Such a crime will be punished..." He immediately felt two more penises.
There was a tearing feeling at the joints of the fingers. The two bones that were originally closely connected suddenly pulled the flesh next to them at an unprecedented angle. Even the muscles of the entire arm began to twitch because of the severe pain. He let out another burst of pain.
Animal-like howl.
"Tell them to dismount and put down their weapons. Hurry up." Asa pinched three fingers of his other hand this time.
"Put down your weapons, put down your weapons quickly!" The imperial envoys screamed and wailed, shouting to each other indiscriminately, with tears, snot, and saliva all over their faces.
Two slight footsteps sounded behind him. Asa turned around suddenly and slashed the face of the cavalryman who wanted to sneak attack behind him with a knife. The cavalryman screamed and flew away for several steps, and fell to the ground rolling with his face covered in blood.
A bloody tooth flew to Daute who was standing aside. He immediately stopped touching his waist and knelt there obediently, sweating like rain.
Asa used the back of his sword, which probably cracked the soldier's facial bones. He didn't want to kill people indiscriminately, and the two cavalrymen he just chopped down were not fatally injured.
"Everyone dismount and put down their weapons. I don't want to say it again." Asa grasped the fingers of the imperial envoy tightly. The imperial envoy immediately cried out and repeated for him. The scholar's demeanor and general's demeanor that he had commanded just now were unknown.
Whereabouts: "Dismount and put down your weapons. Do whatever he says. Do you idiots want to watch him kill me?" The cavalry all immediately scrambled to dismount and put down their weapons.
Asa looked at the remaining villagers, and there were still a few seriously injured among them. Even if they were allowed to go now, they wouldn't be able to go far.
Asa let go of the imperial envoy's hand, tightened the knife around his neck and said, "Do you have any seals, documents or tokens? Take them out."
"Yes, yes." The imperial minister tremblingly reached into his arms and took out a seal. He was more obedient than the most obedient child.
Rodhart had already sat up from the ground. Looking at the corpses on the ground, these villagers who were so happy and lively for the fantasy he created for them last night were now treated like animals in the place they longed for.
Slaughter. He covered his face in pain, shook his head slowly, and his voice was choked with tears: "How could this happen..."
Asa took the seal and threw it to Rodhart and said: "Go and fetch some horses, take the still alive and injured people to the city to find a doctor to bandage and give first aid. If anyone asks someone on the way, give them this seal."
Look, that's what the imperial envoy meant. The imperial envoy wiped out the heretics here in the forest, and he still wants to pursue the victory. He won't come back until a few days later. These are all wounded soldiers. After finishing, he took them away from here and fled as far away as possible.
good."
The seal fell next to Rodhart's feet, but he didn't even look at it. He buried his face in his hands, and his fingers pulled out traces on the skin of his forehead and cheeks, as if he was trying to break his own.
His facial features were bruised. Tears overflowed from his fingers. He didn't cry, but his whole body was shaking.
Asa suddenly flew up and kicked him in the face and shouted: "If you want to cry, go back and cry slowly. Are you going to cry all these people to death here?" As soon as his body moved, the knife was on the neck of the imperial envoy.
There was a streak of blood on his pants, and the imperial envoy let out a scream similar to that between a sheep and a pig, and his crotch immediately became wet.
Rodhart was kicked by the kick and rolled several times on the ground, lying on the grass motionless. As if taking a breath, he suddenly stood up on his own.
His two sword eyebrows were twisted together as hard as possible, and his lower lip was put into his mouth and bit it hard with his neat rows of teeth. His mouth was already full of blood, and he didn't know whether it was from his own bite or the one just now.
The tear stains on his face and the expression on his face merged into a sad and heroic spirit. He picked up the seal with quick movements, quickly bandaged the injured villager briefly, and held it.
Some cavalry horses came and helped them all up.
Asa looked at the dozens of horses left by the cavalry. His heart moved and he asked the hunter Levin: "Is the injury serious? Can you still move?".
"I can't die yet." Hunter Levin covered his wounds and said. Several of his wounds were deep and blood was still flowing out. Fortunately, his body was strong and he could hold on. Asa motioned for him to come over and stretched out a
He put his hands on several of his wounds and tried his best to use healing spells. He had no interest in healing spells and rarely practiced them. These few spells were already his limit.
He said to the hunter Levin: "Drive away all the horses here, and drive them as far away as possible." This place is far away from the city, and it takes half a day to ride a horse. As long as all the horses are driven away, even on your own side
Even if the situation is out of control, it can buy the fleeing villagers a lot of time.
Hunter Levin turned around to drive the horse. When he passed by Dout, he suddenly held him down and beat him until he collapsed on the ground. Then he turned around and drove the horse away in a ball.
Watching Rodhart lead the villagers away, hunter Levin also drove the horses and disappeared into the forest. Asa finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then the anger that had been suppressed for a long time came out, and he reached out and grabbed Daute.
The fat on his neck pulled him over like a dog, and he knelt with the imperial envoy. He put a knife across their necks and asked: "I have decided to kill one of you and keep one of you as a hostage."
You two tell yourselves, who deserves to die?"
"He deserves to die!" they both said in unison.
"He is more senior than my official. These are all his ideas. He said he wanted to kill all these bandits." The fat all over Daute's body was trembling, and his voice was like a pig howling. "
I'm just a minor official, it's what they asked me to do."
"I'm thinner than him, and it's much more convenient to be a hostage." The imperial envoy is indeed a scholar, and he knows how to emphasize his own advantages. He even raised his hand, whose fingers were broken by Asa, as if to show off a great achievement.
"You see, I have been made like this. I...I don't want to die..." His nose and tears welled up.
Asa didn't seem to notice their pleading and pity. At some point, the man in red robe who was at the edge of the Whispering Forest came over quietly and walked into the corpses of the villagers and squatted there.
The cavalry had already lost their minds and no one paid attention to him.
Daute, who was kneeling on the ground, didn't know where he got the courage and strength, but he suddenly stood up and ran towards the man in red robe. He rolled over and ran to the man in red robe, knelt down and said: "Mr.
I have done as you asked, and all the prisoners on death row in the city have been executed and buried here."
The man in red robe stood up, nodded and said, "Yes, I received all the bodies. You did a good job."
Daute begged: "I know you are a magician. I have seen you use magical magic. Please save the imperial envoy from that thug now." He knew that even if he could be rescued now, if the imperial envoy died,
Even if he died, he wouldn't be able to survive. Just now, dozens of people here could clearly hear his words about shirk responsibility.
The man in red robe ignored him and looked up at the sky.
Daute reached out and took the man in red robe's hand and begged: "I beg you, you can have as many corpses as you want..." He suddenly became silent because he saw the corpse he pulled out of the red robe.
One hand.
It was definitely not a hand that a living person could have, or it looked like it was not a hand at all, but rather a tattered old leather glove worn on the skeleton of a human hand. From those tattered places, one could still directly
I saw bones, but they were not white, but a kind of dark gray with dead fish eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm very busy." The man in red robe murmured, staring at the sky. But his hand that didn't look like a hand had already grasped Daute's hand, and the dry joints had completely sunk into Daute's fat body.
It was gone in vain, like holding a ball of fermented flour.
Daute stared, looked at his hands, and opened his mouth so wide for probably the first time in his life. But anyone could tell that he was not in pain, but in fear.
His hand, which was originally plump and white, had withered, shriveled and changed color as quickly as a leaf of lettuce on the fire.
He probably shouted something, like a scream, but unfortunately he only made some strange breathing sounds in his throat, and it wasn't him shouting, but the sound of his lungs squeezing out the air as they withered.
His whole body began to shrink like a deflated balloon. Everyone could clearly see how the plump fat on his face slowly deformed and shrank, finally sticking to his bones. But he
His eyes are still moving, still turning left and right, up and down, but the muscles on his face have completely withered. There is no emotion expressed by the lonely moving eyes. It can only mean that he is still alive and feeling how he is changing bit by bit.
Die on the spot.
In the end, his eyes finally stopped. In just a few breaths, Lord Daute, who was fat and white just now, turned into a mummy.
The man in red robe let go of his hand and sighed, as if he had just drank a cup of not-so-good tea. He still looked up and stared at the sky.
In the sky, the sun still shines as always, pouring brightness and warmth onto the ground, even the suddenly strange grassland is treated equally.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared on the edge of the sun.
The man in red robe lowered his head and shouted in his voice that was still hoarse and strange but obviously filled with excitement: "Here we come, the door that only opens once in a hundred years is finally opened." He used his hand that didn't look like a hand.
He lifted it up casually, as if greeting his pet. "Everyone, get up and work."
The villagers lying in a pool of blood around him suddenly began to squirm, and then they stood up slowly one by one. Some had holes in their chests, and some had only a layer of skin hanging on their necks and heads, keeping them from falling.
How it looks when going down.
Seeing all this, the cavalrymen made sounds that could usually only be heard in women's throats. Some of them immediately fell to the ground, while most of them turned around and ran away. Only when they turned around did they see something on the grass.
A lot of soil on the ground is cracking, and rotten corpses are crawling out. Those are the pagans who Lord Daute specially buried here during the past half month. One silver coin, out of love for silver coins,
Master Daute killed very hard, and more than two hundred corpses were buried in this small piece of grass.
"You're here, don't leave. Please help me." The man in red robe looked at Asa and smiled. "Young man, please help me too, okay?"