The silver-white sword hung down, glowing with a faint light. The blood seemed to be a little afraid of the sword, scrambling to drip from the tip of the sword.

The figure did not stop, he nimbly bypassed the unfallen corpse in front of him, and chased after the two fleeing with his sword.

Soon, the figure's footsteps slowed, and when he looked closely, it was none other than Russell, the head of the Knights of the Dawn. He looked around, and the expression on his resolute face became more and more serious.

The woods were not dense, and there was a glade in front of them, but the two of them seemed to have evaporated from the world. It was as quiet as time had stopped, a breeze blew, and the leaves rustled and swayed.

Russell quickly glanced around, and his whole person was like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity to move. But at this point he becomes the prey, and the real hunter is hiding somewhere, ready to give him a fatal blow.

Suddenly, his pupils narrowed dramatically, and the space behind a tree not far away seemed to distort a little, and the rustling sound became a little louder. No, it wasn't the sound of leaves, it was some strange magic spell!

The hoarse voice was chilling, and Russell didn't hesitate to rush forward, and in the blink of an eye, the twist was already in sight. The silver longsword stabbed out quickly, and the blade let out a rapid low roar.

Seeing that the long sword was about to pierce in, Russell suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and then the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

The sun shone on Russell's face as he stood in the middle of an intersection. He was familiar with the place, where the church in the city of Akram was located. But at this time, the surrounding crowd began to flee in all directions, and the screams were incessant.

"Daddy......"

In front of him was a little boy of four or five years old. He looked at Russell with a mouthful of blood on his face full of disbelief. A sword stabbed diagonally into his young chest, and the hilt of the sword was now in Russell's hand.

Russell's head exploded. The venerable leader of the Knights of the Dawn became like a marionette, stiffening his whole body and stepping back.

"Sammy ......" Russell's voice was no longer as calm as before, with a faint cry. "It's not true...... You tell me, it's not true!"

"Dang!" the silver sword of Isosta Holy Light Blessing fell to the ground, drenched in a pool of blood. At the same time, a young body also fell limply.

"Sammy!!" a silver-haired girl screamed a few steps away.

"You murderer!" her originally soft face suddenly distorted, and at some point there was a sheep skull staff in her hand. Several black plumes of smoke erupted from the sheep's skull, screaming and heading straight for Russell.

Russell was stunned for a moment, but the black mist came in an instant and began to invade Russell's body. His eyes gradually dimmed, and his whole person looked like a walking corpse submerged in a black fog.

"Daddy?" the silver-haired girl smiled cruelly at the corners of her mouth as she walked slowly towards Russell, seemingly enjoying his pain.

"Buzz ......" Just as Russell was unsteady on his feet, Isosta let out a low groan and suddenly bounced, falling steadily into his hands.

Like the first rays of dawn, Russell's confused consciousness suddenly became clearer. He picked up his sword and slashed at the black mist in front of him.

The black fog, which had been invincible just a moment ago, was cut off by Isosta, and fled like a mouse seeing a cat, and soon disappeared.

The silver-haired girl was slightly stunned, but quickly became relaxed: "The leader of the Knights of Dawn is indeed worthy of his name. ”

"But in the Illusion Array......" the girl's voice suddenly stopped. She looked down incredulously at the silver blade in her chest.

"Then you should know more about me. Russell said lightly, drawing his sword cleanly. Just after the girl fell, the surrounding scenery changed again, and two bodies in black cloaks were lying in pools of blood.

With the silver sword sheathed, Russell turned and walked north, but two drops of blood inadvertently dripped from his nostrils.

......

A few hours later, a horse-drawn carriage stopped at the door of the Violin House Tavern in Gus Town. The coachman jumped down, and the setting sun stretched his shadow very long, and he bolted the carriage and hurried open the gate and entered.

"Boss, there was an accident, the goods were not ready this time. The coachman said dejectedly.

"Oh?" Mars, the owner of the Green Violin House, asked faintly, not looking surprised. After a month of not seeing him, his head seemed to be bald again.

The coachman leaned in and whispered something to Mars.

......

It was getting a little darker. On the second floor of the Obohar branch of the Wizards' Guild, Minister Rostri put his hat on his head, picked up his staff and hurried out.

"Minister, where are you going so late?" said assistant Bud was a little surprised.

"Bud, sleep awake at night. Rostri didn't say much, he looked hurried, walked briskly down the stairs, pushed open the door and walked out.

Today's Obojar is somewhat unusual. It was not yet completely dark, but the gates were closed, and the streets were gone, except for some guards of the City Guard.

Rostry's pace scurried through the streets. In order to save unnecessary trouble, he avoided all the guards and arrived at the entrance of the prison in the south of the city half an hour later.

"Minister Rostry, please. The prison was heavily guarded, and one of the knights at the door gave a brief salute and led Rostri into the prison.

The so-called dungeon is not too big, not much bigger than the dungeons of the City Guard. Soon the two arrived at their destination, and one was already waiting there.

"Old friend, I'm going to trouble you again this time. Earl Hackett Charles, who was standing in the door of a cell, turned to greet Rostry, and squeezed out a smile.

Rostry, waving his hand, came to Hackett's side. The brisk half-hour walk made him a little overwhelmed, and he gasped for breath in a low voice.

"So let's get started. Count Hackett didn't talk nonsense, and gestured to the two guards beside him.

In the gloomy cell, a man lay disheveled against the wall, his hands fixed to the wall behind him in the shackles of a felon. His clothes were tattered and covered in blood, and he looked like he had been the subject of a fierce fight.

"Is this?" Rostry, confused.

"The Shadow Wizards, it took a lot of effort for us to catch them. Hackett said, his voice looking tired. Then he added: "Not all of them are wearing black cloaks. ”

"Isn't it a little early?" asked Rostry.

"Old friend, it's a little late. Hackett looked grim. "It's up to you, his mouth is a little hard. ”

The guards had opened the cell door. Rostri nodded, picked up his staff and began chanting obscure magic spells.

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