The sorcerers fled the scene, leaving only a few low-level sorcerers who seemed to be unaware of fear, and of course all of them were arrested and executed at a later date.

Later, after analysis by the Tower Mage, it was discovered that they appeared to have been dead for a long time, but the soul fire was still jumping in the withered shell, and its state was similar to that of a lich.

But apparently they were forcibly converted, and there was a notorious great lich in history, the Bones of the Resurrection, who excelled at this method. Innocent people are obviously dead but their souls are still trapped in their shells and cannot escape and are tormented, they will clearly feel their bodies slowly decaying in the erosion, being taken away by crows, and every pain will be clearly conveyed to their consciousness, but they cannot drive their bodies, because their bodies have long since surrendered to evil, and in the end only dry bones remain, their wails can not be heard, nor can they be transcended, they can only wait for the living to completely annihilate everything they have.

"They are just puppets, and although their bodies are full of filthy powers, they are actually different from the abilities recorded in history, because these powers are forcibly filled into the flesh, which means that if their flesh completely decays over time, they will also fall on their own. The Tower's researcher was holding a piece of paper to record the changes in the rows of corpses in front of him, and after he cooked a corpse to the bone, he found that the soul fire was still beating, but the bones could no longer move.

"So the caster is still weaker than the lich?" Vic was a butcher and skinner, so it seems that they have inherited from their bones not to fear these dead bodies.

"It can't be said that each of the existences of this level has its own strengths, but just judging from this refining method, at least in this ability, there is a huge difference between the two. ”

Legend has it that where the bones of the resurrected appeared, even the dry bones buried under the soil would be reawakened and crawl out of the ground to become its minions.

This even led to cremation in some of the hardest-hit parts of the empire, and it has continued to be a tradition to this day.

"What is the identity of these people?" said the head of the Vic family, to the clerk who was trembling and almost wanted to go first.

The clerk's face was covered with sweat, and he could clearly see that his hands were shaking when he opened the document, "Hui, Hui, sir, according to incomplete statistics, there are many people who are your missing people. ”

Marquis Vic fell silent, the color between his brows cloudy.

Seven days passed in a flash, and the condemnation letters from all over the empire had already poured in, and the sorcerers had a good plan, they didn't even look at the little nobles, and concentrated on killing and injuring the big nobles who were qualified to enter the top floor of the castle, among them, except for the sorcerer who loved to take people's heads, and some deterrent killings, many nobles disappeared because of the disadvantage of galloping after falling, you know, if you want to enter the manor compound, at least a well-known gentry or knight baron, etc., to enter the castle, you need a viscount with a formal title- It's just that whether or not it is hereditary does not prevent them from being blocked out, and on the top floor is the family of the hereditary earl and marquis, and this time, even the daughter of a duke who came to play is missing, and the pressure on the scene can be imagined.

They condemned it all because of the skinner's brutal nature that led to such a frenzied revenge, and the safety of his province was also evident, and it was appalling that someone could break into his castle and even destroy the fortress circle.

The titles of the empire are emperors, princes, pillars, dukes, marquises, earls, viscounts, barons, and knights from top to bottom. Among them, barons and knights must not have fiefs, so they are often not regarded as real nobles, and the baronial title can be hereditary, but there is no real power, which is more similar to some kind of honorary title.

In the eyes of the hot-blooded man, the title of the baron is not even as good as that of a knight, because if you want to be canonized and awarded the name of a knight, the requirements and difficulty are much higher than that of the baron, and even many big nobles are proud to be crowned with a knight prefix, which was a popular fashion in the upper circle of the empire 1,600 years ago.

For example, the Marquis of Vic Knight, anyway, the criterion at that time was that the more awkward the title, the more powerful the master.

There were more than 300 guests on the top floor, including more than a dozen deceased - not counting the casualties of domestic slaves.

And these deceased, without exception, the elders in the family are all powerful and powerful, and not all of them may be very rare in the family, but if this kind of thing happens, how can it not be investigated?

Aristocrats all want to save face.

But in fact, this is all easy to say, death is death, and you can't live, after years of fighting, you finally lose a sum of money and then die and don't get along.

The big problem is those who are missing, and the most troublesome among them is the young daughter of the duke, who is extremely favored at the age of twenty-eight, and the servant who originally guarded her side is close to the high-ranking magister who died in the chaos, and the person who protects her is naturally nowhere to be found.

And the dead people are all deliberately befriended with the Vic family this year, and the missing people are either the existence that the Vic family does not want to provoke, or they have a close relationship with the Vic family in the first place.

All in all, come prepared.

And the magic is that the sorcerers didn't do a very good job in this matter - of course, they probably didn't have the ability to do it, but in short, they were very particular about the targets they attacked, and they did their best when they were sure to succeed.

If they are about to leave, let them be intimidated, let those who want to be close let them directly fight evil, and let them fight in the nest if they have a good relationship.

"When the children disappear, they will be tortured, and if they are not found quickly, they will probably betray the interests of the country or even fall for it." At this time, it is no more than the war years, they are all pampered and grown up in the deep courtyard, even if the marquis does not care about their life and death, he must care about the future of the empire. ”

This is the third letter today, and the content is much the same, what it says is high-sounding, but it is actually moving a mountain on his shoulders.

All the guests set off for their fiefdom that night without even waiting for dawn, and in order for them not to have any accidents on their way, the Marquis of Vic even had to send a mobile force from the already battered city defenses to escort them. Although there was some harassment, fortunately there was no other trouble.

In fact, the results of the casualty statistics show that they really didn't kill many people, and even the kind of sorcerers love to do, I don't kill you, but I waste your arm and leg, there are not many cases. But because I don't know why the sorcerers were able to infiltrate the city and fail to alert the city protection circle, there were not too many defenders, plus the castle was blown up into a huge gap, and its own fortress circle was also destroyed, the Vic family may have to commit themselves to taking refuge in the city during this time, and the only good news may be that the tower's city protection circle and city protection magic guide have not failed - but it didn't work either!

In the next half month, all the Magisters belonging to Vic were called up to patrol, divided into two shifts day and night, and even went door-to-door to investigate, and the province was also put on alert to open a curfew, and the activities of the autumn festival ended early.

Later that night, three groups of men dressed in black robes with their faces hidden under their hoods came to the city, and Marquis Vic watched their teeth almost rattle, but nevertheless agreed to let them enter the city to search.

So in the autumn of the year 2734 of the Imperial calendar, the province of Sacco Wick became the laughing stock of the whole country.

They became the first province in fifty years to admit an adjudicator into their own capital, and to many nobles, it was no different from losing their sovereignty.

The imperial family was furious, and His Majesty Annu issued an edict to demote the hereditary title of the Vic family to that of an earl, but for the sake of the old merits, the title of the marquis himself was not reduced. In other words, after the death of the Marquis of Vic, this huge province will be divided equally with a certain upstart.

The old lady of the Sleeping Lake family still sold Vic's face, and he stayed in Vic Province for one night, and only said goodbye to him the next morning. The Marquis of Nightwick alone seemed to have a lot of vicissitudes, but he still spoke something to the old lady with a strong spirit, and the old lady comforted him a few words and took Arnold into the carriage.

Heartless?

That's impossible, change one for the person who pushed the cart for him.

Alpoana's style has always been to come and go as she pleases, and she didn't greet anyone when she came, and the same is true when she goes to a banquet, and she still leaves now.

But they were really brave, because they stayed in the city for three days until the arrival of the sweaty Erroxun.

Mu En lay quietly in the carriage, looking quite peaceful, but still not woke up.

"Where to go. Aiolos's eldest son sat in the carriage and looked at his sister and niece with a gentle expression.

Alpoanna turned to Chloe, as if asking for her opinion.

The horses galloped over the wilderness, but the people in the carriage felt no bumps, as if the carriage was suspended in the air.

"Go to the Tower, he's been in a coma for so many days, I'm afraid something will happen. Chloe looked at Muen, a faint worry in her heart.

After some time, the carriage suddenly stopped, and the people in the carriage could feel a slight leaning forward, and asked the coachman what had happened.

"Back to Miss, there are people blocking the way. ”

When Epona heard this, she frowned, and Al Roxun gestured to her not to be angry and let herself go down and have a look.

But Alpoanna refused, told her brother to stay in the car to protect the two children, and got out of the carriage herself.

Not far away, a man stood in the middle of the road looking into the distance, his long hair lifted by the wind blowing through the wheat field, and his broad clothes could not hide the magnificent body underneath.

Sensing someone getting out of the car, he turned his head, his messy hair blurring his face as resolute as a knife and an axe, and he couldn't dim his sword eyebrows.

The Pope did not wear his papal robe, but simply draped in a black cloth robe, but it was still a slightly wide fit, and the folds stacked down looked uniquely beautiful.

At the first sight of him, Alpoanna was stunned, and unconsciously covered her mouth with her hand to make herself look less out of shape.

"You are the Pope?"

There was no special emotion in the man's eyes, he just nodded slightly, and then walked straight past her into the carriage.

There is no one who does not know Diahoon, unless he does not show his face.

He bowed to the Pope and was lifted up by him, and then he looked at Chloe, and his calm eyes seemed to hide the entire Black Sea, deep enough to reveal the deepest secrets of others.

"Your talent, it's good. The first thing he said as he walked through the door sounded unusual, but anyone knows how difficult it is to hear a proud pope speak praise.

Behind him, Ai Poanna also followed back to the carriage, she had never admired Diaxun's cold and resolute face so closely, only to feel that her heart was beating fast, and even the circuit began to flow on its own.

"Thank you for the compliment, it's just that I don't understand how you could be here. Chloe looked at the tall man, not understanding the reason for his appearance, because there was no information in the outside world that Mu Eun had been in contact with Diason.

In the official itinerary announced by the Sea Fortress, Diahoon returned to the Black Sea to suppress the Leviathan after a year of traveling the world, and has been living in seclusion since then, without other special actions.

Like some time ago, he went to the extreme east of the mainland to help the jackal's head, and there is no record in the public documents.

Instead of answering the girl's question, Diasun leaned down, spiritual ripples rippling from his sea of consciousness, but no one could perceive it, just as warm water with the exact same body temperature did not cause the skin to react when it flooded the body.

Blessing is blessing, but unfortunately many people don't understand.

After a moment, the seemingly omnipotent Pope straightened up and sighed.

"Why are you sighing, is something wrong with him?!" Chloe became anxious when she saw Diaxun's helpless look. Alpoanna grabbed her by the side and signaled not to be rude to the Pope.

There have always been many theories about the Pope's talent, he rose to fame in his youth for his unrivalled delicate control, and was once considered a high-level sensitive, but this was denied by him himself, and the speed at which he rose through the ranks was not too fast - even "dissociated" compared to talent Tabassis is even slower, the ability of this talent is very biased towards the talent of research and alchemy, it is recognized that it can hardly be used in combat before becoming an archmage, and it is not much help for cultivation, but even so, Diaxun's advancement speed is still slower than his.

And the sensitive talent, as the name suggests, is easier to perceive changes and details, but in fact, it does not directly help you improve your control of magic, and it is more necessary to choose the best and imitate.

So Diaxun's talent has always been a mystery, because there are too many phases shown, so no one can convince anyone with different opinions.

But in fact, the Pope's talent is "everything", and the strength is a rare S.

The so-called Vientiane is that a single thought gives birth to thousands of worlds, and his distraction ability and imagination are naturally superior to all people, so his fighting methods and means can also be as romantic as imagination.

When he was still a Diaxon rather than a "Pope", he was known as a poet – a poet of battle, and his magic control and tactical use were as elegant as poetry.

This is also why he is obviously the spokesperson of the sea god, but those who really know him know that his most powerful ability comes from his own spiritual circuit, and he chose this in the second circuit.

But now the scene in front of him even feels powerless.

The only thing in the world that can't be saved is to die by yourself.

He said in his heart.

"Why did he become like this?" asked Diaxun, turning his head.

After listening to her description, Diason nodded, retracting what she had just said, but she was still very annoyed, but she just hid it well.

Does this old madman really care about his own apprentices?

Speaking of which, the education methods of the two saints are really far apart, it seems that they are both free-range, but in fact, Diaxun is willing to travel directly to half the continent for his apprentice just to scold him a few words, but it seems that Tavasis is different, he said free-range, then it is really free-range.

"I took this person with me. With a wave of his hand, Diaxun pulled Muen into the spatial rift he had constructed, and Chloe asked where you were going to take him, but there was no response.

When Simon woke up, he found himself tied to a pillar, and he looked down on him for not having a magic barrier around him at all, because he could barely feel the magic on him.

"Damn, where is this?" he had a splitting headache, remembering the situation when he had just fallen down the stairs before, only remembering that the landing was relatively smooth, and then a spell exploded around him, and the most immoral thing was that the ghost magic actually had a spiritual element, and then the impact of the spirit stunned him.

But it stands to reason that a person of his own level shouldn't be qualified to be taken prisoner?

He looked around and found that although the other party looked down on Beiyou to isolate himself from magic, it was obviously "preferential".

Because......

"Why do everyone else have a cage and tie me to a post!!"

He was furious, but the people guarding the door didn't seem to pay any attention to him.

There was a faint smell of rancid smell in the gloomy cavern, which made everyone know where it was, and whispered sobs could be heard in the darkness, for there were only two ways to be taken captive by sorcerers since ancient times, either to be tortured and die without leaving even the bones behind, or to become one of them.

The door opened, and someone walked in, with a familiar face, it was the same sorcerer who had tried to stop Muen before.

"Why don't you kill me?" Simon clearly did not have the consciousness of being a prisoner, and his words could be described as extremely provocative.

"Your master...... It's called Muen?" the man asked.

"So what? What if it isn't?" Simon became more and more arrogant......

The sorcerer was not annoyed, but smiled, "Acquaintance, my name is Barton." ”

"You look like a normal person. Simon frowned, this is not the process of insulting a sorcerer in rumors.

"There are good and bad in every camp, and it is a shallow idea that you call us evil arts and selectively ignore our ideals. ”

"Killing can also be said to be so high-sounding, I love it, but it doesn't seem to be a reason not to kill me. ”

"I have a friend who has some relationship with your master. ”

"Using me as bait?"

"You're all bait, and he's not my target. ”

"Tsk, I didn't expect you to have the brains to come up with simple schemes. ”

Barton smiled and shook his head.

"I heard your singing, I wanted to keep you, but I didn't expect it to be so cheap, then I will fulfill your dream at that time. ”

"Is it too late for me to apologize!"