The moment he sensed the sudden rise of magical energy in the slave's body, Gawain realized that something was wrong, and he rushed forward, activating the knight's charge skill as soon as he started, and at the same time loudly warned the recorder who still hadn't reacted: "Danger! Get down! ”

The recorder's reaction was half a beat slower, and by this time the slave's whole body had swelled violently, an ominous red light diffused from his swollen and torn flesh, countless chaotic and vicious runes quickly crawled all over his skin, and the poor man, who had long since lost his mind, finally let out a cry of pain, but before he could turn into a bomb and completely explode, Gawain finally arrived.

The white glove of iron slammed from the side, pushing the live bomb away from the crowd, and then a vague shadow flashed past Gawain, and Amber emerged from the shadows, brutally knocking the completely stunned recorder to the ground.

The explosion rang out, and the flying slave exploded like a balloon that had swelled to the limit, and all the flesh and bones instantly turned into deadly shotguns, flying out in all directions, and even though they were far away from the crowd, some of the hard bones still crackled on the wooden table at the registration gate, leaving pits of varying shades on it—if it weren't for Amber getting the recorder to the ground just in time, the hapless creature would have been disfigured if not dead.

It was only then that the others reacted, and the soldiers standing guard in the distance ran towards them, Hetty immediately erected the magic barrier and activated the "Detect Distortion" magic to check for other dangers at the scene, while the reporter who had escaped the disaster got up from under the table in a trembling manner, with a clear shoe print on his face.

"Cordon off the scene, prohibit unrelated people from entering or leaving," Gawain glanced at the explosion crater left on the dock, and ordered loudly and quickly, "The dock guards, go stop those boats, control the slave traders—and bring back the previous batch of registered slaves!" Fast! ”

Under the clear and unambiguous order, everyone acted quickly, and Hetty quickly ran to Gawain's side and looked at the latter's whole body nervously: "Ancestor, are you okay?!" ”

"It's okay, an explosion of this magnitude can't hurt me," Gawain waved his hand, "Is there any residual breath at the scene?" ”

Hetty shook her head, and just as she was about to say something, another voice suddenly came from nearby: "What's going on—could it be that you're still testing art here?!" ”

Gawain followed the prestige and saw Pittman running towards him: the druid, who was in charge of checking the health of the slaves who had come to the realm, was on the other side of the docks, and when he heard the commotion, he immediately ran over.

Amber exclaimed, "I don't know what's going on! Just now, someone here suddenly blew himself up! Didn't scare me to death! ”

"A poor slave, suspected of having been made into a live bomb by magic," Hetty explained with a grim face, and gave a rough description of what had just happened, "...... It was like a corpse explosion, but the person was clearly alive before the explosion, and could even walk. ”

Pittman's face instantly darkened after hearing Hetty's description, and there was a certain complex and deep jealousy in his eyes, he didn't say anything more, but walked quickly to the center of the explosion.

Even though it was a large living person exploding on the spot, there wasn't much flesh and blood overflowing here - the moment the magic was activated, it seemed to produce an extremely high temperature, and it was heating up from the inside out, all the debris of the explosion had been carbonized, and there were only a large number of black and hard fragments near the explosion crater.

Pitman crouched down near the carbonized wreckage, the wrinkles on his face tighter than ever, and his face was grim and terrifying, the druid, who usually showed a hippie smile and an unobtrusive posture, had never behaved like this, even Amber was startled by his expression, but then, Miss Half-Elf's attention fell on the unrecognizable wreckage.

She looked away: "Really...... In a frenzy. ”

"Looks like you know something," Gawain said to Pittman, crouching down like the other man, "You've seen this kind of sorcery?" ”

Pittman picked up a charred fragment from the ground, it was a twisted bone, he removed the black carbide from the surface of the bone, and then chanted a few brief incantations, and a glowing green light appeared in the bone, but the green light was only a flash and quickly dissipated.

Gawain was shocked when he saw the residual magic in his bones: "Druid spells?!" ”

Pitman nodded slightly: "All things will die, also known as the Doomsday Society, have you heard of them?" ”

Gawain frowned, he had a vague impression of this term, but he couldn't remember it clearly, and he struggled to recall it before he reacted: "That fallen druid faction? The one that was formerly the 'Holy Spirit School'? ”

"You know," Pitman said, dropping the skeleton in his hand, "it's their modus operandi." ”

Amber looked at Gawain and then at Pittman, and asked a question, "What do all things do?" Cult? ”

"It is indeed a cult," Hetty had already walked over by this time, and she heard the conversation of the three of them, "They were originally a sect of the Druids, called the School of the Holy Spirit, which advocated that the gods of nature still care for the world, and that they should continue to fulfill their covenants in order to restore harmony in nature. They were originally the most orthodox of all the druid factions and the one that preserved the most complete knowledge of the ancient druids, but seven hundred years ago this school suddenly broke with the orthodox churches, and nearly half of its members rushed into the Gondor wasteland in a frenzy to destroy themselves, and the remaining members renamed themselves the 'Society of the End of All Things', degenerated into a cult, and were publicly expelled from the druid community by the various druids......"

Gawain knows this history better than Hetty: "Strictly speaking, they became the Cult of Darkness after making the Holy Covenant. At the beginning, there were many religions, and many sects were in a state of hostility, but the Holy Covenant made all sects give up their hatred and swear that they would never be enemies again. It's just that the end of all things will be very special, it was originally a druid faction, one of many druid schools, and no one expected that a dark sect would appear in the druid faction that has been transformed from a theocratic organization into an ordinary transcendent organization...... This took a lot of people by surprise at the time. ”

"The Holy Spirit School is the closest to the original faith of all the Druid factions, and even after the fall of the White Star, they have maintained the church structure and code of conduct of three thousand years ago, so even without divine magic, they were completely orthodox at that time, and even before the Holy Covenant, when the heads of the sects communicated with the gods on the top of the Ancestral Peak, the leaders of the Holy Spirit School were present," Pittman added Gawain's words, "so it is not too surprising that they have gone into the path of depravity like other dark sects." ”

"The last time I died, the Society for the Death of All Things was still just a small organization," Gawain frowned, "I thought they would disappear in these seven hundred years of strangulation and suppression......

"On the contrary, they not only survived, but also became one of the most powerful dark sects," Hetty's voice was low and serious, "The druids themselves are good at surviving in harsh environments, and the organization of the Society of the End of All Things is extremely mysterious, their inheritance methods are obscure and strict, and they are rarely exposed to the eyes of the world on weekdays, but as long as they move, they must be extremely terrifying and ruthless attacks......"

Gawain's eyes flashed: "Like throwing a live bomb at the newly built New Cecil Collar?" ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the carbonized fragments all over the ground, and the anger and sorrow in his heart surged up at the same time.

It's simply inhumane.

Pittman stood up, looked at the soldiers around him who were on full alert as if they were facing a great enemy, and shook his head slightly: "No, if it is really the end of all things, it will not be such a small-scale and purposeless operation, they have always had a clear purpose, and the attacks will be linked one by one......"

Amber scratched at her hair, "Why do you all seem to know this Death Society very well, but I don't know it alone?" ”

Pittman glanced at the half-elf angrily: "Because every time you talk to you about history when you were a child, you would fall asleep!" ”

"Nonsense! I can listen to the lecture while I sleep, so I guess you and my dad haven't told me about it! ”

Gawain pressed Amber back and looked at Pitman with a serious expression, "You can recognize the magical reaction of the Society of the End of Things, right?" ”

"Strictly speaking, it's about discerning traces of druid spells," Pittman nodded, "Are you worried that those freshly sent slaves still have such live bombs hidden in them?" ”

Gao Wen nodded slightly: "I have to worry." ”

"It's right to be on guard."

Soon, the slaves who had passed the physical examination and registration were brought back to be tested by Pittman's magic induction, and the river boats that were about to return after unloading the "cargo" were also stopped, and the slave traders accompanying them were left behind for review, and the original owner of the "living bomb" was quickly locked.

Gawain dealt with the matter directly in the wooden shed next to the docks, and he first found the documents of origin of the serfs and slave laborers from Hetty.

The explosion occurred by a mine slave worker from the town of Tanzania named Sam.

"This group of slaves was purchased from all over the country, including the Viscountate of Leslie and the Viscountate Kant and Carol further north, and they were first sent to Tanzania, where the Byron knights organized a distribution point, and after the slaves from all over the country had gathered a few boats, they were led by their respective slave traders to board the ships and send them here," Hetty explained, "and the deceased was a local slave worker in Tanzania, and his original owner was a slave trader nicknamed 'Golden-Eyed Pigel', who had been brought under control. ”

At this time, Pitman also walked into the wooden shed: "It has been checked, and there are no traces of evil magic on the others, and they are safe." ”

"Is it all safe?" Gawain confirmed uneasily.

"Safe," Pittman replied confidently, "I'm still a little bit confident in magic sensing." ”

Gawain rubbed his eyebrows: "Everything will die and will be such an organization that does not act easily...... Sending a live bomb over to my territory, how does this brain circuit grow? ”

Then he looked up: "Bring that 'Golden Eye' here." In addition, to find out if the dead serf has any relatives, friends or acquaintances, and bring them with me, I want to find out the situation. ”