Faced with the stern questioning of the Templars, Simon seemed to be taken aback. Even if a bolt of lightning struck the soles of his feet at this time, it could not make him more frightened.

"This ...... In fact, I was planning to go to the world of Sultan Malik and offer him the gold and jewels that I owed. It is true, Lord, and if I have half a lie, the Prophet himself will return from the void and punish me for my deception!" the smuggler captain swore and swore an oath, pausing and hesitating at first, and then becoming more and more fluent. On the outside, he did seem very sincere.

"You deserve to be in Hell, you don't believe in the One True God, you're a hypocrite!" the Templar at the head was taller, a head taller than his companions, but rather emaciated. The dry and hard muscles clung to the bones, and the skull looked like a skeleton with skin attached. He doesn't look very old, and the beard on his chin is short and thin. "You said you wanted to pay back the Sultan's money, but how did you get on the route to Attas?!Did you get lost in the astral plane?"

"I've heard that there are Gisyankee pirates rampant, and that there are Fatimid fanatics blocking the way, so I want to take a long detour to make it safer......" Simon replied calmly with unblinking eyes.

"Eggless man, walking liar tongue! Tell me what Sultan Malik looks like?"

"Huh?" Simon looked a little confused, "what does it look like? What does that mean?"

"Bastard, I'll see if you can get half the truth out of your mouth!" shouted the Templar at the head.

"Tell the truth, I'm telling the truth!"

"Then tell me what Sultan Malik looks like?"

"Hmm," Seymon said, after a pause. "He had a graceful physique, a complexion like fermented mare's milk, and was always richly dressed and well-dressed. ”

"That's right!" the emaciated Templar leader continued. "Does Malik Sultan look like a **** you found in a courtesan?"

"What?" Simon was more confused, "Of course not, what does that mean......"

"Then why are you playing him like a ****!Do you think we're going to be played by you?!!" With a swipe, the Templar drew his scimitar from his waist. The enchanted aura flickered, and the surroundings seemed to light up instantly. Once in Attas, an ordinary enchanted weapon was rare, but now even the Templars are using powerful equipment that the princes had never dared to imagine.

"Kill him!" said the vampire of Witch King Dragos, "and then we'll turn him into an undead and torture him carefully!"

"Blessed are the believers in the name of the only true God who is most merciful and merciful, for the punishment of your Lord is indeed severe!" the Templar strode forward, his scimitar raised, his voice louder and louder. Simon's sailors did not dare to stop him, and dispersed, exposing the selfish captain himself to the invaders. Simon gritted his teeth angrily, and when he looked around, none of his subordinates stepped forward to help. In fact, apart from himself, only Muhati and the Coral Witch stood still, watching from the sidelines.

"Stupid!" Simon's tone changed suddenly, and the humility and flattery in his previous tone disappeared without a trace. The smuggler captain had been a sincere supplicant one moment, but now he had become arrogant and aggressive. Looking at his posture, it was as if the Templars and the undead minions under the Witch King Draegos were not worth mentioning. "Do you think I'm going to be unprepared? You think I can't guess that you shitty minions are chasing me? Tell you, this time you're done, I've brought in helpers, the kind you can't handle!"

Simon's exaggerated finger, as if the announcer was welcoming a famous actor, pointed to the telemancer and the female mage.

The eyes of the Templars and vampires fell on the Psychic Warlock and the Coral Witch, and Muhati frowned, considering how to deal with the scene without revealing his identity.

"Whoever will help you, Simon, means that they are hopelessly stupid. And stupid people are not difficult to deal with!" said the Templar leader, looking at the Psychic Warlock. "In the name of the One True God, report your identity!"

"We were just pilgrims, chartering this boat to go to Attas. We didn't know this Simon Havarian before, and we won't help him now. The Psychic Sorcerer said to the Templar leader.

"They've taken me away, and you can't sail back to Atas yourself!" Simon said to the Psychic Warlock in a low voice. "But I don't mind if you try. A thousand years from now, someone may be able to pick up the dried corpses you left behind, or some of them. ”

"If they don't take you away, I'll tear your tongue out of my mouth. Anyway, the dumb can be at the helm just as well. "Muhadi used psionic power to communicate. "I do what I say. ”

"If you believe this man after you have been cheated out of money, then you are even more foolish than you call a fool. Satili spoke, her voice as clear as ever. She covered her face again, so Malik's Templars did not recognize her. They didn't recognize Muhadi either, and the psychic felt that it was because of the strict prohibition of portraits of themselves.

The tall Templar at the head looked at the masked female mage, and the scimitar in his hand never drooped, "Why do two people hire a ship to go to Attas? There are many magic ships carrying pilgrims to Athas, you can meet one in three months at most, and it will cost you no more than twenty Tyr gold coins at most, why bother so much?"

"Could it be that Malik's Templars are still in charge of tax audits, and we'd rather sacrifice some extra money than see the light of Holy Star Atas sooner rather than later. Muhadi tried to explain, and he sensed with his psionic sense that the other party had no intention of doing it immediately. "We did charter the ship and wanted to go to Attas, and that's right. But we don't know that he owes you money, and we don't intend to help him. ”

This is actually not true, the psychic warlock did find that he owed a lot of money when he looked through Simon's memories earlier, but he just didn't expect the Witch King's people to come to the door so quickly.

"Whatever your relationship with this liar, come with us! We confiscate this ship! to pay off his debts, and if you have nothing to do with him, you can hire another boat!" shouted the vampire.

"If it is true that you are not the helper invited by Simon, then in the name of the true God, you swear that you have no ill will towards the two witch-kings, Malik and Draegos. The emaciated Templar leader said.

Muhati was stunned for a moment, although he did not intend to help Simon, he could not be said to be unhostile to the witch kings. He couldn't make that oath.

The Templar leader immediately noticed the hesitation, and his thoughts fluctuated more and more violently, and the psychic warlock could feel that he was about to make a move.

He looked at Satilly, not knowing what the female mage was planning. Strictly speaking, the first reason for the split of the sect has nothing to do with her, she can actually do nothing. But she didn't want to see the people of Atas pitting each other against each other, and the carnage and bloodshed that followed. Would she agree to kill these unwitting Templars and vampires herself?

"I can use a spell to turn back a little bit of time, back to before they boarded the ship. Then cast a spell to obscure the ship so that they can't spot it, so that they can avoid the battle. Sadiri whispered with a spell.

Can it be? Muhadi was once again struck by the omnipotence of magic, and that was indeed a solution. But if Sadiri casts this level of spell, the radiation caused will hurt herself, that's for sure.

"That's it......"

"Wait! I think you look familiar. The Templar at the head seemed to sense something, his eyebrows tangled together like two fighting caterpillars. He stared at Muhadi closely, and as could be seen from his body language, doubt rose in his mind. "We've met before?"

"As far as I know, no. The Psychic shook his head in disapproval. He knew very well that he had never met the young Templar.

"That's not right...... I recognize you!" The Templar suddenly raised his voice.

Instinctively, Muhadi sensed that something was wrong, and regardless of possible disgust and disgust, stretched out his mental tentacles to forcibly read the true thoughts of the Templar.

"I knew!" exclaimed Simon, "don't be fooled, my friend! These Templars are a trick to lie that you look like a fugitive they're going after. Then I will arrest you, and if you don't extort a sum of money, you will never let them go!"

"He really knows me!" the psychic warlock discovers in surprise and immediately uses psionic powers to telepathize with the Coral Witch. "Plans have changed, and I want to capture this Templar so I can have more time to examine his heart. ”

Psionic or magical communication is much more efficient than direct conversation, and in the eyes of outsiders, it is only a blink of an eye, and psionics are enough to communicate a lot of content. After receiving a summons from Muhati, Sadiri responded with a spell: "Why did you change your mind?"

"He has something I want to know. The Psychic Warlock replied briefly, knowing that the Coral Witch would believe in herself. "Are you sure you can subdue them before they warn anyone?"

"With your help, it's fine. ”

"At your disposal. Mohathir said.

For a moment, Simon thought that the two odd adventurers wouldn't intervene, and that he had to use his incorruptible tongue to extricate himself from his predicament. In terms of the sinister nature of the situation, it may be more accurate to say that the tongue is not rotten.

"Take 10,000 steps back, even if I am willing to go with you, I am only one person, and I cannot visit the court of the two highnesses Dragos and Malik at the same time. I may have some left...... Liquid assets, which can pay off that debt. The smuggler's captain's tone softened a little. Fight between you two men, Simon cursed inwardly as he said to the vampire of the Witch King Dragos. On the other side, the Templar at the head seemed to say something to the two adventurers, but Simon didn't pay attention.

"Do you think this level of sowing discord will work?" said the vampire in a contemptuous, even mocking, tone. "And what makes you think you can't meet two witch kings at the same time?

Simon said to himself, this is terrible, what should I say?

At this moment, the smuggling captain felt a tingling in his mind and fell to his knees almost involuntarily. He propped one hand on the deck, the other clutching his hair, trying to relieve the sudden feeling of vertigo and tingling.

He also noticed that he should be considered to be the less affected part of the population. Most of the ship's sailors - at least those who were still alive - were already rolling back and forth on the ground, foaming at the mouth. Even worse than them were the Templars, who fell to the ground almost instantly. Some Templars fell to the ground only to be activated by pre-blessed, causing their unconscious bodies to shimmer with a rainbow of colors. Even the Templar at the head of the Templar was no exception, he fell weakly, but his scimitar was still clutched tightly in his hands.

The undead, led by vampires, were unaffected by psychic abilities, and they did not hesitate for a moment to see the Templars under the Witch King Malik fall to the ground.

Except for the vampire under the Witch King Dragos, seeing that the situation was not good, it tried to activate one of the magic items it was carrying, and opened the portal to escape from the astral plane.

It's a step late.

Before the portal could take shape, it began to distort, its light dimming until it became darker than the surroundings, darker than the night sky against the starry background. A fleeting, pure black vortex took the portal's place in mid-air and vanished.

"Dimensional anchors, isn't it ......" The vampire had time to utter a few words, and was engulfed in a dazzling glare along with the half-mechanical, half-undead soldiers. The stiff, cold flesh of both the bones and the vampires was annihilated in the bright light, and the gears, hinges, and other metal parts of the zombie soldiers' bodies melted and reddened, flowing on the deck with a clanging sound.

The powerful equipment of the Templars that shimmered with magical light immediately dimmed, as if they were alive, as if they knew fear. In the face of the powerful magic of the origin of magic, they instinctively awe.

On the stern deck, the masked adventurewoman mage lowered her hand, as if she had just cast the most ordinary and inconspicuous small spell. She didn't even chant a spell or use any gestures! it was an instantaneous spell, the smuggler captain suddenly realized.

How did she manage to cast such a powerful spell on the astral plane?" Simon was amazed. Within a radius of 10,000 Palesans, there are no plants that can be used to extract vitality. She doesn't look like a Guardian Mage, overdrawing her life force and paying for her spells. Could it be that she's a particularly powerful blasphemer mage, the kind that casts spells on the souls of the dead?

Simon was startled, and wondered if this could be a witch king in disguise? Now is not the same as before, in the past, in Attas, most of the witch kings rarely left their city-state, but now it is different. It's just that I don't remember which witch king I had a holiday with, can't I remember?

Although he was horrified, the smuggler captain still pretended to be calm and under control. "Guys!" he said to his fellow sailors who had just recovered from vertigo for unknown reasons. "Full sail! We're ready to go!"

The sailors did not protest, and Mali carried out his orders. Simon shouted again, "Wait a minute, the order has been cancelled! Think about it again, we have several deaths, we can't just leave it at that." ”

"You guys, get me on their ship and look for anything of value. Simon commanded. "Dead people may not care much about money, but I guess they might have some kind of magic item or something that could sell for a good price just as well. ”

The sailors responded with a loud voice, and then went to search for the corpses in a panic. Simon didn't notice that the psychic sorcerer walked up to him silently, startled.

"Well done!" said the smuggler captain, touching his heart. "You can get a 20% discount on your travel expenses, thank you for your help! Simon Havarian never disgraces his helpful helpers!"

"Open your mouth so I can rip your tongue off. The Psychic Warlock said.

"Hmm? Either 6 percent off...... It's free!it's free!" Simon saw that the person in front of him seemed to be serious, and he panicked a little. "Why do you want to? I ......"

"Because I do what I say. Muhadi replied, then concentrated on preparing for the manifestation. "If you want to blame yourself, you shouldn't just gamble and swear. (To be continued.) )