"Girls, get out of the car and pack your things. You're sitting in the car, and you're going to crush the bridge when you go by. ”

Godor always squinted when he laughed. If you look closely, you will see that he is not relaxed by joy, but gathers the eyes of a hunter. When Beni stretched hard, revealing a large area of beautiful skin, attracting the attention of the bridge keeper, Giordot quietly moved forward. When Shani got out of the car, he "accidentally" fell and let out a pitiful moan, and he moved a little more silently.

At the feet of the two guards there was a shallow earthen ditch, in which was buried a rope that led in the direction of the bridge. The rope is cleverly hidden, but its intentions are very vicious: it is a trap, and if you pull it hard, the corresponding planks on the bridge will fall, and everyone on it will fall.

That is, when Anne carried the box down from the car, her round buttocks pouting in the direction of the two guards, Giordot stepped on the rope and took control of the mechanism. He smiled as he watched the guards look at their dumb eyes as they were drawn to the bridge, as they looked at Feige as he made his way up the bridge.

Walking a little slowly—he sighed. It seems that Feige is not only observant, quick and responsible, but also a very cautious person. But isn't that too cautious?

Just as he had the thought, one of the guards on the opposite side lifted his legs, and the rope tied to his ankles was pulled up. The plank under Feige's feet fell off suddenly. "Ah, there's an accident, go and save him!" the exclamations of the soldiers on the other side of the river came from afar.

Trondan even rushed forward. Giordot tilted her head at Anne, and the blue-purple flowers on her pale skin suddenly bloomed, and blue-purple clouds flowed out of the stamens and gathered at her wrists and ankles. Anne became very light, and her body was already very flexible. So when she jumped on the bridge on her tiptoes like a ballet dancer, she felt like she was flying.

The man who rushed onto the bridge rushed to save his companions, but Feige didn't need to be saved. He did fall a little when the plank was released, but his hand remained on the long chain. So, when the guards exclaimed and Tron rushed forward, Feige's legs were indeed hanging in the air, but there was still one arm hanging from the bridge.

With a flick of his right hand, a long rope flew out, and the spell "SUA!" followed. As if it had come to life, the rope swayed through the air, circled around the chain, and returned to Feige's hands. He dragged both ends of the rope at the same time, and with both hands together, he directly dragged himself up and hugged him on the bridge cable.

"Come and help!" he shouted to the other side. The two guards remained motionless, just clenching their weapons tightly.

"Forget it, since you don't come, then I'll go. He stepped on the chain again, walked back to the plank, and quickly rushed to the opposite bank. At this time, he also discovered the rope hidden under the feet of the guards. "It's the same on the other side, isn't it?"

"You know too much. The machete swings down.

Feige was mentally prepared. He dodged to the side as he spread his right hand and aimed his palm at the guard. A glowing disc full of runes swirled in the palm of his hand, and his five fingers flexed slightly, as if tapping on a keyboard, pressed against the runes of the spinning disk. Runes form strings, and strings become spells. Two emotionless red eyes appeared in the center of the disc, winking at each of the two guards.

Then, two eyes disappeared from the original plate and suddenly appeared above the guards' heads, staring at them.

"Okay, you can concentrate on escaping. "Fitch ran wildly. The long running training in the Ice Peak Fortress came into play at this point, and he was out of range of the two long machetes in the shortest amount of time. At the same time, the spell disc in the right hand continued to rotate, the rune text shimmered, and the fingers tapped on the rune text again.

Four balls of fire, the size of ping-pong balls, were created by the magic matrix, and the orange flames swayed and swayed, as if dancing, like beautiful and harmless elves. Such small fireballs seem to be only suitable for play, and seem to be incapacitated. So Feiqi used the magic seal in his left hand and aimed it at the fireball: "Law Armament!"

Use the power of the sigil to magically enhance the effects of attack (weapon) and defense (armor). The four fireballs suddenly began to vibrate violently, and the flames flipped from the inside out, surging violently, as if they were about to explode.

"Eagle Strike Type Four!" Fitch flicked the fireball in the direction of the guard. None of the four fireballs took aim, but they all made a sharp turn, and then flew in groups of two towards each of the guards.

"What the hell is this!" one of the guards swung his machete indiscriminately, luckily slicing into one of the fireballs—the sensation of slicing through tofu with a knife, and the reaction seemed to be out of nowhere.

"Fool. Feige turned around and shook his head with a smile: "It's useless, it's only going to get worse." ”

The fireball exploded, not very powerful, but very concentrated. Even the flames will be guided by the red locking magic eye, and fly towards the target without leaving any traces. Fire is inherently restrained by flesh, hair burning, armor burning, skin burning, and then a second fireball hits it.

Both guards were ignited and became two torches. They wailed frantically and rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames. One of them accidentally rolled off the side of the bridge, leaving only a short howl before slamming. The other touched the hydration bag and extinguished the flames with a bland beer and dirty dirt.

He lay on the ground, gasping limply. Gray and black were mixed together, and red blood was constantly seeping out from the gaps in the wounds all over the body. Even on Earth, such wounds are extremely difficult to treat with sterile, antibiotic, and transplant methods. There is a healing magic in this world, but unless a bishop or archbishop jumps out from behind the big rock next to it, no one can do anything.

Feige kicked his machete aside, unhooked his crossbow and aimed it at him, then looked at the other side. Tron had already run more than half of the way, and was coming in seven or eight steps. Anne saw that Feige was watching him, and she flipped off the bridge, her foot hooked on the chain and turned back like a snake. After juggling, she giggled, looked at Feige, and then stuck out her tongue and licked the chain. It's very charming.

"Thankfully, it's not winter. Feige rolled his eyes.

On the other side, the other two guards had fallen to the ground, and they were solved faster than Feige's side. Beni grabbed one of the guards' arms and dislocated his shoulder with a single tug of the back. Then, with a twist of her strong arms, she broke the guard's neck. And Shani whistled softly, then swayed her body and slowly walked towards the guards. The guards were unalert, their misty eyes slowly closing. Humming a hypnotic song, Shani walked around behind him, took a long cone from the hair on the back of her head, and pierced the back of her head. From birth to death, only two drops of blood are shed from a person.

"Your trick is over. Fei Qi sighed, and said to the burned man who had fallen to the ground: "Explain how many people you have harmed? Who is the mastermind? I will give you a good time." ”

"False priest who uses sorcery, you are the scourge that deserves to die!"

"You can still have a hard mouth now because it doesn't hurt – that's not time yet. Soon, all sorts of strange sensations will appear, and pain is just one of them. You want to tear off your own skin, tear off your flesh, but your hands are burned, and the most you can do is pull off the slimy blood clots, which becomes a slow and laborious task. But even if you dig through the flesh, you won't be relieved. You won't die quickly, but you'll definitely die a painful and tormented death. Feige shook his head: "I'll start over and start with a simple question: Who died in the valley?"

"How do I know!

"Well, then they came from the other side. Feige then asked, "Where are their things, and where are your accomplices who salvagate, sweep, and keep their belongings?"

"Why should I tell you? As long as they live, my family will be taken care of!"

"I can't argue with that, but I want to show respect. Feige nodded, "Out of respect, I would like to remind you: among my companions is the Monster Hunter, who can find the lair of the wounding monster based on the slightest clue." We just have to go down to the bottom and look and always find traces. ”

He finally became nervous, his teeth clenching. He couldn't live or live, and he didn't dare to die, he looked directly at Feiqi, and then said, "Let us go, I'll tell you the real mastermind behind the scenes." ”

"It's a good start. ”

"It was Hood who allowed us to do this. The dying guard said, "He became a lord, and he can become a knight as long as he gives money......

Tron came to Feige's side, and he put away his gun and sword, and listened together.

"We are the Knights of the Tooth Bridge, and our territory is on both sides of this bridge, as well as at the bottom of the bridge...... Ahem, we have too little money. We want to earn the money back, and after four months we have to renew the knights. ”

"Don't you think this has become a bandit blocking the way?" Tron frowned, "Knight, it's not just talking. ”

"Of course, knights have to spend money, but if you don't become a knight, you can't send children to be knightly apprentices, and it will never change. "The man had already started coughing up blood, there was pus in the blood, and he was going to die soon, but he didn't know it himself. Trying to spit out his mouth, he hurriedly said, "We have a power of attorney, buried in a box under that tree, and we can testify." Hood is the mastermind, and if you arrest him, the church will definitely reward us! We're just little people who don't deserve to mention, there are only four of us, and all of them are dead. ”

He looked at Feige with pleading eyes. Accomplices, stolen money, pensions for his wife and children, he wanted to keep these secrets, so he hoped that Feige would not tell them. When life is coming to an end, even if the body knows nothing, the soul will feel it. At this time, if there is a strong desire, even a cat can talk to the devil.

Feige felt his thoughts, and it was an enlightenment: he would rather go to hell than hope that Feige would keep the secret. Feige looked him straight in the eye, and the soul of the dying man heard the voice of the devil: "If you use this awareness on the right path, your life will not end up like this." ”

Then another voice rang out, this time holy and radiant: "Will you repent of your sins?"

This is another way, the path of self-redemption. It allows the soul to be forgiven and go to the place of faith as a normal person. However, this path requires honesty, a clear confession of the process of the crime, repentance for the murdered person and, of course, the accomplices. Feige's left hand is magic, the seal of atonement and confession, and his right hand is magic, and he also holds the pen of the devil's contract.

At the level of the soul, the dying man opened his mouth wide, he could not believe all that he felt. In the face of self-redemption, he began to hesitate, was in a dilemma, and wasted his last time. When he finally chooses to reach out to the devil's pen, he dies.

"There is no covenant and no salvation. Feige sighed, "This is a man!"