The blazing flames stained the small town of Wimpal in the dark night a blood-red color. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In this splendid sea of fire, unscrupulous fanatics enjoyed unrestrained, fully armed and shuttling through the streets, killing one after another unarmed figures who could only flee or hug their heads and cry, and snatched everything from each other in the midst of each other's begs for mercy and screams.

Hordes of ghouls roam the streets, storming any house that smells of living people or corpses, even if it is surrounded by flames, followed by wand-wielding wandering wizards, cursing the lives of runaways with maces or low-level magic reapers.

They don't care who they kill, they don't even care if they're still alive - the wandering wizards who have been oppressed for too long now are bent on revenge, so that those who once despised them and framed them really begin to fear them.

Connected streets were reduced to burning rubble, wailing women and children were lying in pools of blood and twitching, and people crumbling as they watched their loved ones be consumed in flames and reduced to charred bones.

The midnight sky, which was lit up by fire and smoke, began to sound the sound of fighting one after another, making the already chaotic village and town even more unusual sound.

It was the sound of the mob arguing, and the greedy people, who were still cooperating with each other, finally set their sights on their equally greedy companions.

As the town gradually reduced to ruins, and there were fewer and fewer fat sheep that could be ravaged by them, those companions who also carried a large amount of goods became objects for them to hunt.

The roar of flames and billowing smoke, crumbling houses and crumbling walls, mixed with the red-eyed battle of lust and bloody revenge, accompanied by chaotic shouts and slogans, dragged the entire town further into the bottomless abyss of hell.

When Peter, Dalton, and the others finally arrived, they saw such a horrible sight - even Dalton Kand, who had not changed his face for many years, widened his eyes and showed a look of surprise before this picture of purgatory on earth.

For Peter, there was only grief. The reason why the people here suffered this kind of calamity was entirely because they were implicated by the academy and that those thugs were targeted.

It was not his sin, but it was closely related to him, and such torture was far more guilty than killing with his own hands, even to the point of making people lose their minds.

But for an old wizard, it wasn't that far. Peter, who mourned for a moment, turned his gaze to the people behind him: "Gentlemen, we must stop this terrible disaster as soon as possible before those thugs completely destroy this place!"

The silent house wizards drew their swords at their waists, raised their wands, and followed Dean Peter into the sea of fire.

The fact that they chose to join the academy has proven that most of these wizards are obsessed with knowledge and truth, and most of them are resistant to killing, and they don't have much experience in combat.

But after seeing what they saw, even the kindest people would take up the weapons in their hands, let alone a group of wizards - they had come into contact with the void and had been experimenting with various experiments for many years, and their moral level was actually much lower than that of ordinary people.

Therefore, when a group of thugs rushed towards them, they didn't even say hello and raised their hands, it was a barrage-like low-level spell, flashing light and putting each other to the ground one by one, and even the fleeers who were scared to pee their pants were not exempt from the fate of being pierced through the throat by a sword.

.................. Drawing his sword from the corpse of the thug, the knight, who was gasping against the wall, slowly regained his strength, but his eyes in despair still did not take away from the sea of fire outside.

Powerless, too powerless, it is impossible to stop these thugs on his own, from the beginning the guy named Karan has been lying, he knows very well what the result of this will be!

Not even to stop them, the knight was already too busy to take care of himself - the red-eyed thugs had no idea who the knight was, and many of them even regarded him as a fat sheep to rob.

Even if he did everything he could to stop the thugs, it was still a drop in the bucket, the raging fire had reduced half of the village to rubble, and the knights in full gear in the face of the flames could do nothing but watch the poor villagers make their last struggle on the brink of death.

But in any case, I must do something, for the sake of the Holy Cross and for the sake of Lord Fanecis, I cannot watch those sinful blasphemers run rampant!

The knight with the sword in hand once again appeared in the middle of the street, and the thugs who saw him, as if they did not realize who they were facing, rushed towards the knight with shouts and torches and axes.

Come, Holy Cross will judge you, lowly blasphemers!

Wielding a blood-stained sword, he rushed forward without hesitation, but before the group of thugs could reach him, they began to scream one after another and fall in a pool of blood.

This is...... The stunned knight froze in place, watching the remnants scatter and flee, only to be dropped to the ground one by one - a wand-wielding Dalton calmly shot any outlaws who came within ten meters of him.

With no armor and no way to dodge, this wild dog-like thug wasn't even worth his energy, he was supposed to be in the castle to protect his apprentices.

Isaac Grantham, Ain Rand, they are the future of Wimpal...... Why didn't Dean Peter understand, the two of them were even more valuable to the academy than the remaining dozens of apprentices.

And Loren Turin...... Whenever he saw that smiling face, Dalton seemed to feel the malice of the world, as if one of Peter's prophecies was slowly coming true.

"Is it the wizard from the Wimpal Academy? great, you're finally here!" After seeing the other man's appearance, the knight vaguely remembered that he had seen this wizard before, and he was finally relieved that he even forgot how much he hated these people in the first place.

"Huh?" Dalton was stunned for a moment before he remembered who this guy was. A look of anger immediately appeared on his cold cheeks, and before the other party could react, he grabbed the knight's collar.

"Where's the people from the church?!" Angry eyes locked on the knight's face, and Dalton almost shouted: "We sent a letter asking for help two days ago, where are the church's reinforcements now?!"

"How dare you ......?!" The knight who was about to reprimand the other party was suddenly choked by the burning village in front of him, and struggled to say a word: "Lord Farnesis is already coming!"

"Is he going to wait until all the people in the town are dead?!" Dalton sneered, and it became more and more difficult to hide the anger in his heart: "Are you still going to wait until the castle is captured, and wait until all of us are dead?!"

"Absolutely not!"

Even if the cruel reality is confirming this sentence, even if the knight once had such a speculation in his heart, he must now deny it, otherwise the image of Lord Fanecist and the church will be finished!

Just when the two of them were still stalemate, the sound of a horn was faintly heard in the distance, and the two of them looked in the direction from which the sound came from almost at the same time.

Although it was not obvious, the light of the fire and the roar of the horses' hooves did prove that a cavalry was approaching the village, and the faintly visible banner seemed to be very familiar, the guard of the Holy Cross.

"Hmph!"

The indifferent Dalton let go of the knight's collar and looked at him insincerely: "I'm really sorry, this knight." ”

"In addition, the rude behavior just now is entirely due to my own sake, and it definitely does not mean that the college has any dissatisfaction with the church. If you're going to punish me, please punish me alone, and don't implicate other innocent wizards. ”

The knight turned his head, not daring to look into Dalton's eyes, for fear that he would agree.

Of course, he knew what the purpose of Lord Fanecist had arranged all this!