By this time, when Charles was led by his attendants, the atmosphere was very quiet, and in the twilight light, only the faint sound of wind and the distant noise of soldiers training entered the ears.

When he came, many people around him were looking at him with strange expressions, which made him a little confused.

However, under the beckoning of Madame Maggie, Charles did not pay much attention to this kind of thing, and went directly into the camp tent that had been prepared for a long time.

Not long after he entered, the smooth and flat stone slabs were carried in by the soldiers, as well as the unconscious female "wild man", along with some messy objects wrapped in cloth.

Finally, there was a young woman covered in blood and with a pale face, like a dead person.

The patient's complexion was slippery, and the moisture from the wounds on his body mixed with the smell of medicine evolved into an unpleasant smell, and as soon as he entered, it was filled and spread to the entire camp, and the soldiers in front of him subconsciously shrugged their noses and secretly disgusted it.

Madame Maggie followed, but was chased out by Charles.

"I need to be quiet." He said

So the rebellious woman, who was bold enough to force her allegiance before, walked out honestly like a good baby at this time.

For a long time, there was not the slightest movement in the tent, which made the many lords and soldiers who gathered around to watch the excitement quite strange, and just as their curiosity grew stronger and their face became more and more anxious, Charles poked his head out of the tent, looked at the crowd, and finally beckoned to Ed, who had quietly returned: "Come and help me." ”

"What?" Duke Eddard, who was hiding in the corner and coming back, had not been noticed by anyone, but now that he was in this way, everyone's eyes were on him.

This made his long horse's face flash with a hint of embarrassment, and therefore, he did not ask why, but hurriedly walked into the tent beckoned by Charles.

However, a whisper that followed made his long face with messy stubble extremely embarrassing.

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

"I can't get my hands dirty." Charles looked calm.

"Can you do it when I do?"

"Please, I'm saving your people for the sake of your face, what else do you want me to do?"

"I have tacitly acquiesced in this matter against my own honor, and you even let me personally-"

"Since you've acquiesced, what's wrong with going further?" Charles interrupted him and sneered, "So is this your sense of honor, or is it your Duke's inability to get off the stage?" ”

"I ......"

"Wouldn't it be more appropriate for you to be in control than for others? Anyway, no matter who it is, it can't be avoided. ”

Eddard hesitated at what he said, and his long face looked cloudy in the dim light of the tent.

And finally—

"Sometimes I think you're a devil sent by the Seven Layers of Hell to pull me into the abyss." He sighed with a complicated expression, and then without looking at Charles, he stepped over to the savage who was placed on the marble slab, and after looking at her deeply for a few moments, he crouched down and muttered a prayer for a while.

Then, under Charles' impatient gaze, Ed opened his eyes, picked up the object at his feet, hesitated for a moment, and then slammed his wrist at the captive!

The wild woman closed her eyes and opened them suddenly, and then a miserable scream rang out from the tent, and her voice was miserable, as if she had suffered great pain, and everyone outside was furrowed when she heard it.

The shouts were loud, and the soldiers in the other parts of the camp paid attention, and some people who had not paid attention to this side also noticed the anomaly of the tent at the end of the field of vision.

But even more frightening is yet to come.

With more and more piercing screams, eerie words quietly appeared, like the accompaniment of the dead being pulled into the abyss, and as if many undead were quietly watching the poor insect with half its feet in the shadows, and let out a sinister snicker.

As if in extreme pain, the tent erupted with the manic roar of a beast's howl.

"Sinwa, the daughter of Dog, wants to cut off your head, you cowards of the Seven Kingdoms who like to sneak attack, cut off your head! Chop off your head!! ”

“……”

"Stop, the daughter of Doge hurts! It hurts! ”

“……”

"Kill Sinva! Hurry up and kill Sinva! Please, ah——!!! ”

“……”

At this time, the light of dusk has faded, the night is gradually enveloping the earth, and in the dusty tent, the firelight is shaking, and the candle shadow is shaking like a ghost, with the low murmur of the dark wizard and the mournful begging of mortals for mercy, it seems that this place has become a purgatory on earth!

The soldiers who were not at the scene heard the sound and slowly gathered, accompanied by countless companions around them, most of them looked curious, but everyone at the scene was the opposite.

Despite the large number of people around, this still can't stop the fear and chill from rising from the bottom of my heart.

The surrounding is full of ghosts, the timid are already frightened and turn their heads to run, and the bold ones try to keep their composure, but the trembling legs can't hide their true thoughts.

The sounds and the scenes in front of them are gradually pulling them into the abyss of fear! With what you see and hear, you keep sinking, and you keep falling!

Fortunately, the meeting did not last long, and it was not long before the wild woman's cry became weaker, and finally after a long inhalation, it disappeared like a mosquito fluttering its wings, and the strange ghostly whisper dissipated at the same time.

The long wait began, and for the others, the silence was both a relief and a trepidation as they gazed nervously at the gloomy tent that surrounded the central point. It was as if in the next moment, a devil representing death would rush out of the tent and pounce on everyone.

The red-robed woman quietly mixed in with the large group of soldiers, also staring at the tent not far away, her eyes were deep, she didn't know what she was thinking, someone around her noticed her arrival, but she didn't dare to break the strange atmosphere at the moment, she just made a salute - when Charles never paid attention, this lady was gradually known to the soldiers here,

But not because of her beautiful appearance, but because of her mysterious methods and the identity of her fellow dark wizards.

She can unleash flames at will, keep her clothes tidy forever, and even blurt out the background of a stranger.

Some people think that he is as powerful as the dark wizard, while others think that she seems to be more powerful because she is more mysterious.

Now, however, even the soldiers who admired the red-robed woman could not arouse any interest in paying attention to her.

At this moment, all they had in their eyes was the tent.

The look in his eyes was both fear and expectation.

Countless eyes converged on the camp, countless soldiers gathered one after another, and from the sky, the crowd was surging, dense like an ant colony climbing, as if there was a piece of cake in this place attracting them.

So in this situation, Charles lifted the tent and got out of it.

"How?"

Already ignoring the surrounding situation, Mrs. Maggie, who was full of nervousness, immediately leaned in and asked.

"Let her rest well, and everything will be fine after a good night's sleep." Charles replied with his nose covered, and then hurried away, again ignoring the large number of soldiers around him.

"What happened?" Seeing him do this, everyone was curious, but Eddard's appearance immediately attracted their attention.

"Your Excellency!"

"Lord Duke!"

Looking at the people around him, Ed. Stark frowned, then said in a low tone, "Find someone to clean it up; Don't let the soldiers see it. ”

With that, he also hurried out of here.

This could not help but surprise his vassals. Charles is like this, why is the Duke Stark, who has always been calm and calm, like this?

Curious, the lords walked inside, and the stench came to their faces, and the disgusting smell of a rotting corpse soaked and pickled in a stinking ditch made everyone cover their mouths and noses, and then they looked around.

On the complicated circle magic array, a young woman with a ruddy face was sleeping on the side of the stone slab, breathing evenly and with a dignified posture; Beside the woman, a brown-black corpse stared at the top of the tent.

The facial features of the dried corpse are hideous, the eye sockets are sunken, and the body is irregularly twisted and rickety, as if it was tortured but unable to break free.

Everyone can clearly see that at the bottom of the limbs and neck of the dried corpse, five rusty nails are buried deep under the crumpled body surface, penetrating the bones, and nailing the dried corpse there tightly, as if the body, mind and spirit tools are firmly imprisoned, and they will never be liberated.