Chapter 61: Step by Step

Although the fire in the slums was nothing more than an illusion that could only be seen from above, it was a real thing that all the soldiers on the fire tower in the city were assassinated by poisonous spiders.

No matter how tightly the news is blocked, there will always be times when the paper can't contain the fire. It didn't take long for the soldiers who were rescued by Sophia and the others to spread this very unfavorable information to the ears of Sakolos, the captain of the palace guard. Since the Palace Guards were not stationed in the same barracks as the regular Kingdom Army guarding the city, they were not "taken care of" by the spider swarm. But Sakoros was still shocked to hear such news, and he issued several orders to the rest of the Praetorian Guard to take all kinds of precautions, and sent people to the alchemy warehouse of the palace to launch all the precious antivenoms.

On the other hand, Sakolos immediately reported the situation to King Duris and advised the king to immediately stop his tour and return to the palace to keep watch. However, when His Majesty heard the news, he did not look too surprised, and behaved unusually calmly. Duris did not heed Sakoros's impatient advice, and he decided to let the tour continue.

"Most of the people don't know what's going on yet, and I don't want unnecessary rumors and panic by suddenly ending planned activities. ”

Duris sent Sakoros for this reason, but Sakoros knew that his Majesty might have expected something to happen, and may have prepared for it. But even so, Sakolos was still terrified.

Sure enough, the time to come is still coming. Step by step, the killing machine is gradually emerging from the crowd of onlookers......

"Ishinova!Ishnova!Where are you? Where are you!?"

Cassius no longer cares about tracking the patrol, the people he values most are missing, and now he can only smash around like a headless fly in the labyrinthine alleys. But after turning around, Cassius could not find the girl with the disabled feet, and even the water elemental closest to him could not give the magician any valuable situation, and Cassius was so anxious that he squatted on the ground, almost crying.

Just when Cassius was helpless, a familiar voice suddenly came into his ears: "Cassius, Cassius, I'm here! Help! Save me......"

The response gave a glimmer of hope to the desperate Cassius, and he crawled to his feet and pursued in the direction of the sound.

After stumbling around a few corners, Cassius finally found the person he valued most.

I saw that next to a stinky ditch, Ishennova was lying on her side on the ground with her back to Cassius, her wheelchair smashed next to her, and one wheel rolled to the ground more than ten meters away.

It looks like Ishinova's condition is not very good, but at least for the time being, her life is not in danger. Cassius didn't think so much about it, so he ran over and helped Ishnova who had fallen next to the stinky ditch from behind.

However, as soon as he lifted Ischennova's body halfway up, the "girl" suddenly threw a backhand backhand and plunged a knife into Cassius's waist.

"Ahh

Cassius screamed in pain, reflexively letting go of the "girl's" body with both hands, and fell backwards to the ground. From the small blade of the knife exposed, a chilling cold light could be seen, indicating that the knife had been quenched with poison.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey...... Easy. ”

The "girl" made an eerie, hoarse voice, and when he stood up and turned around, he realized that it was a middle-aged man with a short stature and a hateful face. This man's voice changing technique is so good that he imitates Ischenova's voice in a way that even Cassius can't tell.

However, the man's joy lasted only a few seconds, for he soon discovered that there was no crimson blood flowing from the wound on Cassius's waist that had been pierced by the knife, and the expression on Cassius's face, though horrified, could only be frozen in that moment. The short man realized that the situation was wrong, and the sense of crisis of long-term training made him decide to retreat immediately, but he just wanted to take a step, but found that his feet could not move at all, and when he looked down, he saw that his feet had been fixed on the ground by the cold ice that had appeared silently at some point, and he could not move for half a minute.

"Is that all you have to do?" Cassius' mocking voice came from above.

The short man looked up and saw Cassius standing on the roof of a nearby house, holding the "Grip of Endurance" in his hand, his eyes full of anger, looking down at the dwarf man from above.

"This can't be!" The short man hurriedly looked at "Cassius" who had been stabbed to the ground by him, only to see that the other "Cassius" on the ground had faded its color, revealing its original transparent and colorless true face. It was nothing more than a stand-in made of ice, and when it was done, it shattered with a thud, and the quenched knife fell into the ice slag all over the ground.

Even if he was anxious because of the loss of Ischennova, Cassius, who had been through a hundred battles, did not get dazed because of the panic, if Ischennova was really captured by the enemy, then the enemy would inevitably set a trap to deal with him, so Cassius had to keep a hand in advance. He had long since occupied the vantage point to overlook, and all that was scurrying around in the alley was a stand-in he had created out of movable ice.

Knowing that he had been fooled, the dwarf man was furious with fear, and he raised his other hand, grabbed a short crossbow, and fired an arrow at Cassius on the roof!

But Cassius instantly created an ice shield that easily blocked the swift arrow. But before the short man could shoot the second arrow, Cassius snapped his fingers, and the ice slag on the ground rose into a cold mist, surrounding the short man.

"Ahh

By the time the fog had cleared, the short man had been frozen into an ice sculpture, struggling desperately. Cassius did not kill the short man, because his top priority at this time was still Ishnova's whereabouts and safety, the short man was able to imitate Ishnova's voice, was wearing her clothes, and the broken wheelchair that fell to the ground did indeed belong to Ishnova, indicating that the short man had been in contact with Ishnova.

Cushioned by the foothold created by the thin blocks of ice, Cassius landed safely from a high place to the ground, and walked towards the dwarf, frozen man with an angry face. If there was still a trace of humanity and kindness in the heart of the magician before, now Cassius's mind has been occupied by the most "cruel" torture he can imagine. At all costs, he will pry the whereabouts of Ischennova from the mouth of the short man.