Modo, who originally expected to hear some soft words begging for mercy, was stunned for a moment. He followed Asa's gaze and looked over. An old man was standing not far away with his hands folded, with an indifferent expression as if it had nothing to do with him.
Look at this place as if you are watching the excitement.
Modo was a little surprised. He didn't realize when and how the old man came here. But the faces of several swordsmen of the Holy Knights and the magician who had been like sculptures since the battle now had no fluctuations.
It was all horror. Even with their senses, which they had honed over time on the line of life and death, they could not detect how this old man appeared here. Even if they noticed this old man now, they could not feel any movement or the breath of a living creature.
, as if it were just an illusion of nothingness.
But the illusion will never speak. The old man seemed not to see anyone else, and looked at Asa on the ground with a sneer as if chatting and said: "I thought you would get sick soon, but I didn't expect now.
But it's like a pig on the chopping board, and it's still wet with urine."
"Asshole, save me, I'm about to die." Asa had no energy left to speak, and Sandro was scolded in his heart. The blood on his shoulder and thigh kept flowing, and the wound hurt like hell.
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Sandro stared at him and retorted calmly: "You are the bastard, how can I save you? Everyone here can see that I am just a powerless old man, how can I deal with this
There are some big men with knives in their hands."
The prime minister was still stunned and didn't know what was going on. But the magician's expression immediately changed, and with a wave of his hand, he shouted to the swordsman: "Kill."
The sword blades of the two swordsmen were already close to Asa's carotid artery. After receiving the signal, they immediately pressed their wrists and exerted force.
But the two swords just slid past Asa's neck, cut two bloody holes, and fell to the ground. The swordsmen's strength only reached their elbows and had nowhere to go.
The two arms fell to the ground silently, still holding two swords tightly in their hands.
The two swordsmen screamed. But most of the screams were not pain, but fear and shock.
They had always focused on the weird old man in front of them. But the old man did not move. He was copying it leisurely with his hands. It was someone else who made the move.
This man had been lying upright not far away, but now he suddenly flew up, swooped over as fast as a leopard and as smooth as a snake, and waved his hand with a very weird movement that resembled some arthropod.
The long sword chopped off the hands of the two swordsmen.
The man who rushed over rushed past the swordsman without losing any momentum, and landed on the other side in an extremely weird posture. His legs were bent awkwardly like locusts and he stepped on the ground, his butt and
Their waists were almost touching each other. As soon as he landed, he turned around again, and his twisted legs jumped, straightened, and sprang back like lightning.
His posture in the air was very weird, with no balance or coordination at all, as if he was just thrown by his twisted legs. But in this weird but extremely rapid posture, his right hand holding the sword was like a whip.
His hand suddenly stretched and became soft. It went around his back and extended a long section from his left armpit. With one sword, he cut off the heads of the other two swordsmen who were holding Asa down.
Regardless of whether it was a severed hand or a U-turn, the four swordsmen were all top-notch masters, but they barely had time to react when this person attacked. This person's attacks were too fast, too weird, and they started and fell.
There is no clue at all. It looks like a monster made from several different types of bugs mixed with snakes and lizards.
What's more important is that the swordsmen were so frightened that they didn't know how to react, because the person who made the move was actually their companion.
Just now, this man had bravely left a deep scar on Asa's body with a long sword in his hand, and at the same time, the broken sword thrown by Asa was inserted directly into his brain. Now he stood up again and was stronger than before.
Swift, energetic and powerful movements saved Asa.
He had a broken face full of metal fragments, with only a big blood hole left in one eye. There was a bloody tear trail hanging underneath, as if he was a little sad for his own death, while the other eye was looking at it blankly.
People around him were frightened. He was now crawling on the ground with one hand and two legs like a reptile, and the other extended and deformed hand was placed on the ground like a whip. It could be seen that the bones inside had been damaged by his own.
It was torn apart by one movement.
Completely opposite to the dull look in his eyes, his body swayed feebly like a mollusk. As if he gathered strength, he suddenly shot towards the magician like a giant frog pouncing on food.
The swordsmen finally woke up from the fear. After years of training, they immediately regained their clear fighting consciousness and steely fighting spirit. The two swordsmen with broken arms pounced on the monster that jumped over, using their remaining
Their hands and feet tightly hugged his limbs. Even if they had lost their fighting ability, they still wanted to fight for the opportunity for their companions to attack.
But the leading magician completely ignored this heroic self-sacrifice, and instead shouted at the remaining swordsmen: "Escape quickly, spread out, go back and report to the captain, report to the captain." The sword was about to pounce.
The soldiers were stunned for a moment, then immediately scattered and began to run away.
A magician is usually the clearest, calmest person with the most accurate judgment. What he says is an order when there is no captain.
In just this short sentence, the two swordsmen who rushed forward were already dead. Almost at the same time that they hugged the monster, the man who had been dead suddenly opened his mouth. His mouth
He opened it so wide that his cheeks were torn open, and his mouth was split all the way down to his ears. He used this snake-like deformed mouth to bite off half of a swordsman's head in one bite. Then he bit off half of a swordsman's head.
His head tilted and hit another swordsman's head, making a muffled sound like a drum, and the two heads deformed together. The swordsman with two shapeless heads fell softly, and the monster-like corpse fell down.
But he still stood firm with his rotten persimmon-like head down, looked at the swordsmen who were about to escape with his half-protruded eyeballs, and then pounced on them.
But he only jumped halfway and landed straight down. The magician hit his lower body with a thunderbolt of ice, and his waist and two feet immediately froze into a large ball of ice.
Falling to the ground, the completely deformed and frozen man seemed to be struggling to chase the swordsman, but when he found that he was indeed unable to move, he pulled away his still intact hand.
It fell down, and then it was thrown out with that long and strange hand like a spear.
A fleeing swordsman fell down immediately, and the hand was inserted into the back of his head like a tombstone.
The corpse then pinched its own neck, tore off its half-rotten head, and threw it out. The rotten head was sprinkled with blood and other various fragments, making a weird whistling sound, and finally merged with a swordsman's head.
The head was completely shattered together. Then the corpse, which had no head, its lower body was frozen into a block of ice, and its upper body had only one deformed arm like a snake, finally stopped moving, as if the evil ghost on it finally stopped.
I have exhausted all my strength.
The magician didn't see the scene behind him, nor did he care about Asa who fell on the ground. He devoted all his energy to facing Sandru. He could already see that the weird mutations in these corpses were all the old man's.
As, this is the real enemy.
But Sandro ignored him and just muttered a few syllables that no one could understand. He pointed at the corpses on the ground. The four new corpses immediately jumped up, their hands and feet
He chased the escaping swordsman at the same weird but extremely fast speed as the corpse just now.
In an instant, two swordsmen were caught up. The corpse spread its limbs like a tarantula hunting its prey. It hugged the swordsman tightly and then pulled. The swordsman let out a groan that was half from the throat and half from the body.
, the body was ripped apart alive like an overcooked chicken.
The magician's head was soaked in cold sweat. In the face of full vigilance, he, an old man, was still able to use spells as if nothing happened, and his movements and magic use were so easy that he didn't even know how to act. He used it in such an understatement.
With such a weird and unimaginable magic, his control and cultivation of magic may even be higher than Bishop Ronis's.
The magician stretched out his hand, took a deep breath, and concentrated his magic power. He did not recite incantations, but simply and directly gathered all his magic power, every bit of energy in his body, and even his life force into one point, just like a warrior condensing his fighting spirit.
Facing an opponent whose spellcasting skills are far superior to his own, spending energy on magic control is almost a chance given to the opponent. He does not ask what kind of spells he can cast or what kind of damage he can cause to this person, but only
I hope that my decades of magical cultivation can make it difficult for him to deal with it, and can prevent him from manipulating those corpses, allowing several companions to have a chance to escape.
A burst of white light has emitted from the center of the magician's palm, and the magic power inside is impatient to break through the shackles of the body and rush out. This is the magic essence that a senior magician has practiced hard for decades, without any reservation.
The power released in one breath is no less powerful than any major spell.
But Sandro still held his hands, looking completely relaxed as a bystander. The two headless corpses caught up with the two swordsmen and tore them to pieces.
The magician exhaled, and the light on his palms surged.
Sandro finally took action, but he just casually took out a hand, grabbed it in the air with his pale hand, twisted it, and made a gesture, as if he had easily twisted an invisible figure in the air.
switch.
The magic power in his body was about to burst out from his palm in a torrent. Suddenly, the magician felt two muscles on his arm twitching inexplicably. It seemed like a muscle cramp, but the force of the cramp was just enough to knock him out.
The straight hand bent over, and the palm of his hand pressed against his face. He originally wanted to fight against the arm that suddenly acted its own way, but unfortunately the last bit of strength in his body had been converted into magic power, so he could only watch helplessly.
Seeing how his lifelong cultivation has been reflected on his face.
There was a strange clattering sound, and half of the forest behind the magician flew from early summer to the harsh polar winter in the blink of an eye.
In a fan-shaped area, all the trees, flowers, plants, and insects turned into ice sculptures. The last two or three swordsmen left, and the two corpses chasing the swordsmen also stiffened instantly, and some still maintained their original running shape.
Standing there, some fell down straight like stone statues on the frozen ground, making a hard sound.
Sandro looked at the face of the magician who had been frozen in a big lump of ice. The hand was still pressed on his face, and his expression was full of unwillingness and surprise. He shook his head and murmured: "Can it be possible?"
With such profound magic skills, someone who can think of such a lifeless tactic must be someone from the Holy Knights. But at least you should use magic to defend yourself first, or give yourself some strength."
In the blink of an eye, these more than ten warriors of the Holy Knights, the elites of the imperial army, were all dead in strange and bizarre ways.
"Why didn't you take action earlier? I almost died." Asa used healing skills on himself, and finally regained his breath. He pointed at Modo who was rolling and crawling away and shouted. "Where is there another escapee?"
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When the magician yelled to run, Modo's reaction was almost faster than those swordsmen who had experienced hundreds of times. But when he turned around, he just saw the corpse opening its mouth and biting the swordsman who was still alive just now until his brains burst.
His legs immediately became weak, and he could only crawl on the ground like a paralyzed dog and move forward on his hands and knees, leaving a big smell wherever he moved. He ran in the opposite direction to the swordsmen,
The freezing air did not affect him, and Sandro seemed to ignore him completely. He moved further away, probably because he felt that the danger was no longer great, and finally straightened up his waist and legs and started running.
Sandro bent down and picked up the head of a swordsman on the ground, opened his mouth, and gently pinched and pulled out a tooth with two fingers like pinching a small piece of dough from bread, and placed it on the
He flicked it between his index thumb and two fingers, and his teeth flew out.
The teeth didn't fly very fast in the air, and they turned in circles like feathers, and they were also very inaccurate. They floated for a while, and actually only hit Modo's butt and penetrated into his body.
Modo was still yelling and running away, but he staggered and fell down as if he had hit something. He instinctively used his hands to support him, but those hands were unable to support the weight of his body at all, and he fell like a cracker.
It was broken and scattered...
Under the inertia, he continued to roll forward. When he just rolled over, only half of his body was left. Starting from the abdomen, his lower limbs were like bread soaked in water. The shock caused by the fall was
It all fell apart and flew everywhere. After rolling around again, the upper body was gone, and only the head was left rolling forward until it hit the root of a tree and made a sound like a clay pot made by the worst mason.
The pitifully small voice turned into a puddle of mud, without even bones.
Sandro looked at this big living person turning into a ball of flesh and blood worse than spit in the time it took to spit. He shook his head with regret and said, "It has deteriorated after many years of not using it."
Asa sat on the ground and used healing skills to stop the bleeding and treat the wounds all over his body. Seeing Sandro seemingly killing all the ten swordsmen who were not much worse than him without even moving his hands, he felt very sad.
He was a little surprised. Although he knew that the old man should be able to deal with these people, he didn't expect it to be so easy.
Sandro looked around and saw the prostitute Xuan sitting on the ground over there. The weird scene that just happened had frightened her silly.
"Oh, why did I forget you, Miss?" Sandro took out another tooth from the head, flicked his finger, and the tooth whirled in the air and flew away.
Asa was startled, jumped forward and pushed Xuan away. His teeth grazed her shoulder and flew past her, falling into a tree behind.
The tree didn't even sway, but immediately withered at a speed ten thousand times faster than the natural process, and then collapsed silently, falling down and turning into a pile of wood slag.
Asa explained to Sandro: "Actually, she didn't mean it. She was just deceived, so she came to deceive me."
"Oh, I see, what happens next?" Sandro nodded dully. "You didn't say you were going to let her go."
Assal was stunned, of course that's what he meant.
Sandro's black and white eyes stared at Asa mockingly and asked: "Let him go out and tell others that you, the priest, secretly colluded with an old man who can turn into corpses and killed a small group of paladins? Then?
We're just waiting for the entire Paladin Order to besiege us, and your Lord Bishop will follow suit. Is that what you mean?"
Xuan had just come back from the hell gate. She was so frightened that she burst into tears. Her tears and snot were mixed with the makeup on her face, and her hair was messed up. She looked embarrassed and ugly. She trembled and said, "I promise I won't go out."
I said, I swear...please let me go...I beg you...please..."
Sandro shook his head regretfully and said to her in a very gentle tone: "I'm sorry, we don't dare to take risks. If someone from the Holy Knights died, such a big thing must have caused a big stir. If we investigate, we will find out about you and that idiot.
If you come into contact with them, they will naturally arrest you and torture you severely. You will be given pepper water, rolled into cubes, your fingers will be cut off, and your skin will be peeled off... Oh, that would be terrible. Is there any oath that can withstand those powerful things?
Things, can you still not tell me when the time comes? Rather than suffer like that, you might as well die happily and keep our secrets." This time he pulled off an ear on his head, still saying something in his mouth.
He muttered, "Death is actually not a big deal. It's just a matter of time sooner or later. Instead of becoming old, ugly, and waiting to stink in bed in the future, it's better to be so beautiful and cute now and be clean."
It's better to die. Don't worry, it won't hurt..." He threw two fingers and the ear flew over.
Asara got up and moved away. Her ears fell to the ground, and the lump of ground immediately sunk down and turned into a small puddle of smelly mud like porridge.
Sandro said nothing this time, only looked at him sideways.
"Please, let her go, okay?" After holding it back for a while, Asa said. "I asked her to keep it a secret. Isn't it okay if she doesn't tell her?"
"Begging me?" Sandro suddenly sneered after hearing this. "It's none of my business. In fact, this is your problem. Think about it for yourself and figure it out for yourself." He turned around and walked out of the woods to see
Without even looking at Asa, he just said: "You just need to know that you will always have to bear your own choices. Anyway, I am not afraid of others finding trouble for me, nor am I afraid of causing trouble for others."
Watching Sandro leave, Asa sighed. To be honest, he knew that Sandro was probably right. But he couldn't do it even if he watched her being killed.
If he has a few friends in this royal capital, she must be one of them, maybe the most important one. When he is with her, he is definitely the most relaxed and happiest time. Maybe for most people
She was a scornful person, but Asa didn't know that. He only knew that she was who she was. A tacky and superficial person, but very pure, tacky and cute. He even liked her a little bit.
But what is happening now is obviously beyond the scope of her acceptance and coping. It is like a little hen suddenly being dragged into a vicious fight between wolves. Even if she can survive, she must face it calmly.
It would be impossible for her to find a way to deal with these evil wolves in the future. These were too far away from her original life and she couldn't accept it. Indeed, as Sandro said, it was absolutely impossible for her to keep the secret.
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Xuan was still trembling and crying in his arms, not even daring to raise her head. Asa gently patted her shoulder and said softly: "It's okay, it's okay..."
When her mood calmed down a little, Asa took out all the money in his body, picked up the gold coins scattered on the ground and stuffed them into Xuan's hand, and said to her: "Listen carefully. Now you go back and clean up."
Good thing, buy a horse immediately and leave the capital. Walk as far as you want, and never come back again. You must remember that if you let people know about us, you will be in danger.
.do you understand?"
Xuan nodded with a face full of snot and tears. After confirming that she had fully understood what he meant, Asa finally breathed a sigh of relief and sent her out of the woods. Then he quietly went to the ditch outside the royal capital and wiped his body with
After washing the blood stains off his clothes, he returned to Sandro's big house.
Sandro was standing at the door of the big house. It seemed that he had just come back but had not entered the house.
Asa came closer, but saw a chill on Sandro's face. He looked inside the big house, and the chill in his black and white eyes made Asa shiver.
There was a large vacancy in the center of the big house. A stone platform weighing several hundred kilograms had been moved away by some unknown method, revealing a small space underneath. Several charred corpses were scattered around.
beside.
"Who is that guy who attacked you? Why did he attack you?" Sandro asked in a deep voice. It was the first time Asa heard him speak like this. His voice was as low as a drum. It was not loud, but every word was
It can make the listener's heart shake.
"A guy who has harassed me many times unexpectedly used the Holy Knights this time." Asa looked at the scene in the big house and asked, "What's going on here?"
"A kid from the guild came and stole my things, including the notebook and the cloak. Good job..." Sandro's voice began to become dull and filled with a trace of murderous intent. He
Slowly walking into the big house and closing the door behind him, he scanned the place where the stone platform was removed without blinking an eye. "Not long after you were taken away by that woman, a beggar was called to deliver a message.
He said you were ambushed outside the city and were about to be killed. Humph, it turns out you were trying to lure me away."
"Guild..." Asa was startled for a moment and suddenly realized. "You said they are from the Guild of the Dead? How did you know?"
Sandro pointed to the stone platform and said: "There is a magic mechanism of the Cloud of Death there. But the mechanism was indeed triggered, and the things were stolen. Apart from the senior priests of the church, the only people who can resolve the undead magic are the undead.
I'm a mage." He pointed to several charred corpses on the ground. "And the senior priest will never use fire to deal with my corpse. So it can only be a guy from the guild."
Asa said: "But the guy who assassinated me should have nothing to do with the Guild of the Dead. His plan was probably known and used by others." A shitty guy like Modo will probably be frightened when he hears the name of the Guild of the Dead.
It's a mess. "Bishop Ronis also said that there may be a necromancer in the capital. But we don't know who it is yet."
"Hmph, you are so cautious and patient that you can endure this opportunity until you are sure that I won't come back for a while. You are so patient." Sandro sat on the stone platform to the side and closed his eyes.
After being silent for a while, he let out a long sigh, and his voice and expression returned to their usual weak state, even more depressed. Even his eyes, which were originally black and white, became a little cloudy, as if he had aged more than ten years in the blink of an eye. "Forget it.
, just steal. What should come will always come. Anyway, I won’t interfere in those big things anymore. Let him do what he wants to do.”