Tarrant fell into hysterical uneasiness, and he jerked around to find Wensley half-raising his cane, and the two stared at each other.

Wensley was a little surprised, his expression froze for a second, and then he immediately returned to a smile, slowly lowered his cane, and propped himself back to the ground, "What's wrong? ”

I couldn't say what was wrong, but a strong feeling guided Tarrant to keep him facing Wensley, slowly leaning towards the stone on the side, which was taller than Tarrant and could block the whole person.

"What's wrong with you?" Winsley took two steps forward, his expression calming down, his smile stiffening, the projection of the candle flame casting half of his face into shadow, the mustache on his lips quivering as he spoke, and his whole person looked very gloomy.

The deadliest problem arises, turning all the uneasiness into reality, and Tarrant discovers that there are still four large stones left in the room! Catherina's sculpture is so close to Tarrant that it doesn't use them.

When he discovered this, Tarrant realized more problems, there were no stone chips on the ground, and he didn't hear any knocking sound just now, how could he make such a smooth sculpture in one afternoon!

Looking at Tarrant's expression, Wensley stepped back like a gentleman, and at the door, he gently checked the door lock, slowly pushed it shut, the door was locked, and he said regretfully, "I think we should have a good talk." ”

"Why?" said Tarrant, who was already hiding behind the rocks.

"I wanted you to leave happy, but you seem to know too much, so why bother", Wensley's cane tapped on the ground.

"All of this is fake?" Tarrant needed time to think of a countermeasure, and he tried to find something to talk about to delay the other party.

"The early work is real, and I've been trying to train myself. I guess I don't have any talent. ”

"Those animals and people, they're all your spells!?" Tarrant almost roared, this qiē was too unbelievable.

"You've found out, I'm underestimating you, and if I let you out, my fame won't be there," Winsley laughed uncontrollably, "I'm a great artist, and I can't tolerate any slander." ”

This is the most frustrating thing Tarrant has ever heard, Katrina has become a victim of his madness, the suffocation sensation that had once suffocated from his stomach again, Tarrant's limbs gradually became cold and numb, he realized that his emotions would be out of control again, just like Mara had left when he left, he had to control himself, Tarrant breathed hard, relaxed his limbs, he rested his head on the stone, the cold temperature helped to calm him.

There is also hope, the process of petrification is reversible, and the high priest's de-petrification can resurrect the petrified person, as long as the stone is not damaged and gets out alive, there is hope, Tarrant closes his eyes and must think of a countermeasure.

"I can feel your panic right now, life should be to enjoy the wonderful process and not the torture of panic", Wensley stopped at the door, keeping an eye on Tarrant's affection, "You must have noticed that my collection is full of lonely people, maybe you can enrich my collection, hahahaha", disgusting laughter echoed in the room, "If you come out voluntarily, I can make a deal with you, match the two of you into a pair, be together forever, and be admired by the world, how about it?"

He was completely insane, Tarrant clung to the stone, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and he replied loudly: "Aren't you afraid of being found out about our disappearance!"

"Hahaha, discover, who's going to find out? I'll leave here tonight, the three-day show is up, I'll leave as planned, no one will doubt it, no one will track down my work, great Sir Wensley!"

"Someone will see it when you carry the sculpture!"

"You've thought too much about me, but I've solved this problem, you will be packed in a box, don't worry, I will take good care of you, and there will be no light shining on you along the way!"

"Porters, they'll find extra statues. 'Tarrant is just trying to stall for time, he's looking for a counter-attack.

"Those idiots are only worthy of doing low-level work, they can't even write the word 'sculpture', how can they find out?"

Footsteps rang out, and it was Weinsley who took two steps forward, wearing a gentleman's thin-soled boots and walking on the floor with a sound.

Tarrant exhaled, "Show us to the masses and no one will find out?"

"I've been on display for so long, and it's proven that no one will find out, haha, mortals will only fall under my collection!"

"Sooner or later, it will be exposed, and then the sin will be punished by justice. ”

"The use of magic is restricted in my gallery, and besides, who wants to spend a gold coin to come and wreak havoc in my gallery? I'm a benevolent person, I give them the opportunity to worship me, I make them realize beauty! I walk all over the redstone and collect all those wonderful moments, what a great artist!!hahahaha!" Wensley's cane struck a stone with a crisp sound, and he was intoxicated with self-worship.

When setting up the exhibition hall, Wensley had already considered a qiē, a terrible madman, and now that time was pressing, Tarrant thought carefully about how Wensley managed to petrify, with Caterina's ability, it was impossible to hear the chant cast and not resist, what was going on, and suddenly the sound of spell casting stirred Tarrant's heartstrings, making him even more flustered.

"Why don't you speak", Wensley sneered grimly, "is there no problem?"

Petrification requires chanting, and no matter how advanced a mage is, it is impossible to chant in an instant, to achieve instantaneousness, only rely on magic weapons, all the details flashed in Tarrant's mind, magic weapons...... It was the staff in Wensley's hand! a staff disguised as a cane, and the reason why he half-raised his staff when he turned around just now was because Wensley was trying to plot against Tarrant.

Thinking of this is not enough, he can instantly petrify, once Tarrant appears, he will definitely die, how to avoid getting close and defeat him......

Wensley took two more steps forward, "If there is no problem, let's end this boring game, do you want me to bother to come out by myself?" The voice was no more than five meters away from Tarrant, and Wensley did not take the initiative to attack, indicating that although the casting of the staff was instantaneous, the interval between continuous use would give Tarrant time to counterattack, and he was waiting for the opportunity to hit a certain hit.

Tarrant has already analyzed the surrounding environment, except for two steps, there are some small stones, there is nothing else to use, although throwing stones can knock down Wensley, there is also a risk of being petrified after Zài appears, can't bet, Tarrant reached into the spirit pattern bag, hoping to find more chips.

There is only one item that can be used as a weapon in the spirit pattern bag, 49 gold coins, if he can, he doesn't care about throwing away these gold coins, as long as he can throw him to death, Tarrant scolded fiercely, but unfortunately the value of gold coins is not as good as stones, and he touched another badge, if he touched a badge, a warrior badge...... A thought flashed through me to give it a try.

The candle flame in the room was placed squarely on the candlestick, and the air seemed to freeze as he stared at the two people facing each other.

"Since you don't want to cooperate, it's just me coming", Wensley's voice was behind the stone, front and back of Tarrant, footsteps were moving, he was coming from Tarrant's right.

There was no time to make a detailed counterattack plan and could only fight once, Tarrant quickly took a big step and reached for the three small stones, and instantly retreated to his original position, slowly moving to the left, keeping a distance from Wensley.

"Hahaha!" Winsley's laugh was full of contempt, "do you think I can't do anything about you if you walk along the rocks?

The laughter did not stimulate Tarrant, he avoided Wensley and circled the stones, and calculated the positions of the three candles in the room, two on the walls on both sides of the door, and one in the middle of the semicircular wall, arranged in a triangular position, the candles are all special fluorescent fine-core wax, which can burn longer and brighter, this kind of candle is twice the diameter of ordinary candles, and it is easy to hit with the stone in his hand.

The following is the order of consideration, three in a row must be destroyed before Wensley can react, and Tarrant decides that when Wensley strikes while he is on the semicircular wall, he will definitely be attracted by the stones thrown out, and Tarrant can take the opportunity to destroy two more.

Winsley, who was holding the victory, didn't notice that Tarrant had any intention of counterattacking, he chased along the stone, suddenly, there was a grinding sound behind his back, he saw a small stone thrown from his back, Wensley subconsciously took a step back, and when he raised his staff, Tarrant had retracted. It's ridiculous, the stone wasn't thrown at him, and Wensley was about to laugh at Tarrant like a mouse without a goal, and the fire on the wall went out.

Half of the room was plunged into darkness in an instant, and Wensley looked back in panic, and by the faint candle flame on the opposite side, he saw that the candle had been broken by Tarrant's stone...... Wensley reacted and rushed forward.

Two more stones were thrown from behind the stone and smashed on the two remaining candles, the flames went out, and the room was pitch black.

The sudden darkness didn't make Winsley lose his direction, although he couldn't see Tarrant's location clearly, but he knew Tarrant's next move, the door! Winsley knew the structure of the room very well, he rushed to the door quickly, and pulled a chair across the door from memory, once Tarrant got close, he would kick the chair and make a sound, and Wensley would win, he laughed: "Stupid, you're just wasting the time of the two of us! Come out!"

Bluffing guy, Tarrant sneered, Wensley underestimated himself again, Tarrant's goal was to subdue him, not to escape, the badge in the spirit pattern bag was taken out, Tarrant pinched the green leaves, and silently said in his heart: "Elves, give me strength", the energy of the magic badge was activated with the user's will, and a clear force was transmitted along Tarrant's arm to Tarrant's eyes, and his vision became brighter, and the three-meter visual range in the dark was enough.

The madman was in the doorway now, and his eyes must not have been accustomed to the darkness and did not dare to cast night vision. Tarrant calmly walked towards the door, and with night vision, he stood in front of Wensley without hindrance, and the other party raised his cane blankly, waving it in the air indiscriminately, and to subdue him, he had to take advantage of the other direction of his cane, Tarrant leaned over and gently grabbed the chair against the doorway, and threw it aside.

The chair slammed into the wall, breaking in half, especially loud in the silence, and Wensley's face showed a hint of relief, and the staff pointed in that direction, and a ray of light shot out of the cane's head.

When the time came to fight back, Tarrant jumped forward and grabbed Wensley's arm holding the cane, and knocked the door lock, the sudden attack made Wensley not react at all, the metacarpal bone was broken, the cane flew out, Wensley was speechless in surprise, he was punched in the face, his consciousness was confused, he didn't understand what was happening, he just felt that a terrifying beast in the dark was pouring all his strength, the other party pushed him against the door, his head was hit continuously, a fishy smell filled his mouth from his throat, and he lost consciousness.

Tarrant didn't dare to let go in the slightest, and continued to wave his fist in Wensley's face, until a dark liquid spat out of his mouth, staining the whole gown red, Tarrant let go, and Wensley fell to the ground like a rag, "Pathetic madman!" Tarrant picked up his cane and put it in the spirit bag, now he needed a priest, no, a lot of priests, he unlocked the door and ran outside.

There was no one in the whole exhibition hall anymore, only the petrified creatures, they and them, all seemed to be watching Tarrant, at this moment they had waited for a long time, and finally they would be released, Tarrant kicked the door of the exhibition hall, and a thin figure stood in the darkness outside, he stepped forward and asked, "Sir, are we ready, can we start moving?"

It was the porter, or possibly Wensley's assistant, and the nightmare was almost over, and Tarrant couldn't take any chances, so he rushed forward and punched the emaciated figure in the left cheek, and the figure fell to the right with an "ahh

There were a few torches in the distance, and when they heard the sound of this place, they ran towards it, and the figure who ran first pointed to the exhibition hall and shouted: "There seems to be a sound over there!

They made a metallic crash as they ran, armor, it was a patrol of the national capital, Tarrant let out a sigh of relief, and sat down in the doorway, the torches slowly approached, reflecting the surroundings, and he could see clearly the emaciated figure that had been knocked down, dressed in shabby clothes, with a dirty face, a porter.

The soldiers surrounded the entrance of the pavilion, and the squad leader commanded the two soldiers: "Check the wounds." ”

Two soldiers stepped forward to check on the porter and Tarrant respectively, "This is fine, some prostration", "I know this person, he is the porter of the pavilion, he was knocked unconscious. ”

The squad leader pointed at Tarrant, "Grab it!" The soldiers on one side swarmed over.

Tarrant hurriedly got up and shouted, "Wait a minute, there's something wrong in the pavilion, that madman turned people to stone! He's fainted, go get it!" Winsley just fainted, and Tarrant was worried that he wouldn't have time to explain, so he was a little flustered.

The squad leader looked at Tarrant in disbelief, and he waved his hand at a few soldiers, and the four soldiers drew their swords and ran into the hall. The squad leader snapped his fingers again, "Notify the sheriff!" and a soldier ran towards the district.

"And inform the priest that the more the better, to solve the petrification!" the two soldiers had already set up Tarrant and tied his hands behind his back.

"What's wrong!" the team leader raised his torch and approached Tarrant, "what did you do?"

"Wensley, he's a madman, his carvings are all real, petrified. ”

"What?!" the squad leader blurted out incredulously, "How is it possible, it's ridiculous!"

The soldiers in the pavilion walked out with a bloody Wensley, "Captain, it's Sir Wensley, he's badly wounded!"

Tarrant didn't see what was going on with Wensley in his panic just now, and now he realized that the worry was a little unnecessary, poor Jazz's jaw was crooked, the gentleman's nose was half collapsed, saliva mixed with blood flowed from the collar to his pants, and it was good to wake up in a week.

"Go call the priest", the squad leader decided to believe Tarrant and ordered the soldiers.

About 20 minutes later, the priest, more patrol soldiers, sheriffs, and passers-by, nearly 100 people gathered at the entrance of the pavilion, and Tarrant told the sheriff as simple as he could, and in order to verify Tarrant's story, the sheriff commanded the people present to rescue him, and the priest cast a de-petrification for the stone statue, and countless victims appeared in the exhibition hall.

The commander looked at Tarrant in horror, "Young man, I can't imagine that a demon is in our world, and if it weren't for you, there would be more victims", he glared at the soldiers on both sides, "Let him go, you are holding the hero of Cerenso." ”

Tarrant cared more about Katrina, and he grabbed the sheriff's hand and ran into the exhibition hall, "The statue in the innermost studio is the mage who helped me. ”

The sheriff understood what he meant, and told the soldiers to tell the priest to help the mage first.

The blue magic shrouded around the stone statue like a light veil, slowly penetrating into the stone statue, causing the color of the stone statue to slowly fade, revealing its original color, and the stone statue's arm moved.

When Katrina woke up, she looked blankly at the dozen or so people around her, "What......'s going on?

"Normally, some people who are petrified will lose their memories of before they were petrified," explained the pastor on the side.

"Petrification?" Katrina was even more dazed, she couldn't remember anything that had happened here.

"You saved all the victims here," the sheriff said, holding her hand, "thank you! Thank you for justice, you look so young to defeat this demon. ”

"Sir, we're tired, can we leave first", Tarrant wanted to leave first, there were more and more people, hundreds of people gathered at the door, it was the first time that such a terrible incident had happened in this area, and they all rushed to witness the first news.

The sheriff was very considerate, "Okay, write down your name and address, there are still a lot of questions about this case." ”

Tarrant wrote down their names and addresses in the White Mist Zone in a soldier's notebook and pulled Katrina out of the pavilion.

Katrina still had no idea what was happening, "Tarrant, what the hell happened, why did I get petrified. ”

"That Wensley is a mage, his sculptures are made of petrification, a madman", Tarrant noticed a figure from just now, staring at him in the crowd, and the figure was about twenty meters behind him at the moment, "Let's call the car, you must be tired, go back early." "He's got to get Katrina back safely.

"So, Wensley petrified me?!is... You saved me?" said Katrina, looking at Tarrant in surprise.

A carriage stopped on the side of the road, the two got into the car, and went straight to the white fog area, the figure whistled hard, sure it was tracking, Tarrant held Katrina, "You must be tired tonight, don't study spells anymore, rest early, I'll send you home." ”

"Good", Catrina snuggled into Tarrant's arms, not noticing the trail behind, she began to like the temperament of a Tarrant adventurer, a sense of security that she had never had before, as if she had the protection of the whole world.

The stalker behind should be aimed at Tarrant, as long as he puts Catrina down, he will be fine, Tarrant gently hugged Catherina, and from time to time he looked behind him, and the street where the carriage drove was empty.