Modo, who had hoped to hear some soft words begging for mercy, paused for a moment, and he followed Asa's gaze, and an old man was standing not far away, holding his hands, looking at the place with the same eyes as if he were watching the bustle of a market.

Mordo was slightly taken aback, he didn't realize when and how the old man had come here. But the swordsmen of the Holy Knights and the mage, whose faces had been sculptural since the beginning of the battle were now all terrified. Even the senses they had perfected on the line of life and death had no idea how this old man had appeared here. Even if I noticed this old man now, I couldn't feel the slightest movement or the breath of a living thing, as if it was just an illusion of nothingness.

But illusions never speak. The old man didn't seem to see anyone else, and looked at Asa on the ground with a mocking smile as if no one was talking, and said, "I thought you would have a wind soon, but now you are like a pig on a board, and you will be drenched in urine." ”

"Bastard, save me, I'm dying. Asa had lost all the strength to speak, and his heart was already drenched in the blood of the dog that Sandru had scolded, and the blood on his shoulders and thighs was constantly flowing, and the wounds were painful to death.

Sandru stared at him and retorted unhurriedly: "You are the bastard, how can I save you?" Everyone here can see that I am just a powerless old man, how can I deal with these big men with knives in their hands. ”

The prime minister's son is still there, and he doesn't know what's going on at all. And the magician's expression immediately changed, and with a wave of his hand, he shouted to the swordsman: "Kill." ”

The blades of the two swordsmen were already next to Asa's carotid artery, and when they got the signal, they immediately pressed their wrists and exerted force.

However, the two swords only slid through Asa's neck, slicing through two bloody wounds and falling to the ground. The swordsmen's strength only reached their elbows, and they had nowhere to go.

The two arms fell to the ground silently, and the two swords were still clenched in their hands.

The two swordsmen shouted. But most of the cries were not pain, but horror and horror.

They had been focusing on the strange old man in front of them. But the old man really didn't move, and copied it leisurely with both hands. The shot is someone else.

The man had been lying upright not far away, but now he suddenly flew up, flew over with a swift leopard-like speed and a snake-like posture, and swung his long sword in a very strange arthropod-like movement, slashing the hands of the two swordsmen together.

The man who pounced on him rushed past the swordsman and landed on the other side in a strange gesture. His legs were awkwardly bent over his body like locusts and stepped on the ground, his ass and waist almost pressed together. As soon as he landed, he turned around again, and the twisted legs jumped, straightened, and rushed back with lightning speed.

His posture in the air was odd, with no balance or coordination at all, as if he had just been thrown by his own twisted legs. But in this strange but swift position, his right hand holding the sword suddenly stretched out like a whip, softened, and went around his back, and even protruded a long section from his left armpit, and with a single sword it severed off the heads of the other two swordsmen holding Asa.

It doesn't matter if it's a broken hand or a U-turn, the four swordsmen are all first-class masters, but under the attack of this 'person', there is almost no time to react. This person's shot was too fast, too weird, and he couldn't see any clues at all. It looks like a monster made from several different types of bugs mixed with snakes and lizards.

What's more, the extreme horror made the swordsmen not know how to react, because the person who shot this shot was actually their companion.

This man had also heroically left a deep scar on Asa with a long sword just now, and at the same time, the broken sword thrown by Asa was plunged straight into his brain. Now he got back on his feet, and saved Asa with a swifter, more energetic and imposing movement than before.

His face was a shattered sheet of metal, one eye was only a large bloody hole, and a bloody tear streak hung underneath it, as if he was a little sad about his death, while the other stared blankly at the terrified people around him. He was now prostrate on the ground like a reptile, one hand and two feet, and the other hand with an outstretched and deformed hand was on the ground like a whip, and it was obvious that the bones inside had been torn apart by his own movements.

Contrary to the dull gaze, his body swayed weakly like a mollusk, as if gathering strength, and then suddenly shot at the magician like a giant frog to pounce.

The swordsmen finally woke up from their horror, and after years of training, they immediately regained a clear sense of battle and a steely fighting spirit, and the two swordsmen with broken arms pounced on the monster that jumped over, and hugged his limbs tightly with their remaining hands and feet. Even if they have lost their combat effectiveness, they have to fight for their comrades to attack.

But the leading magician completely ignored this heroic self-sacrifice, and instead shouted at the remaining swordsmen: "Run, scatter, go back and report to the captain, to the captain." The swordsmen who were about to pounce only froze slightly, and immediately scattered and began to run away.

Magicians are usually the most sober-minded, calm-minded, and judgmental of the most accurate, and what he says is an order when there is no captain.

In just one sentence, the two swordsmen who flew up were already dead. Almost as soon as they were hugging the monster, the man who had already died suddenly opened his mouth. His mouth was so wide open that he tore his cheeks open and his mouth cracked all the way down to his ears. He bit off half of a swordsman's head with this large, snake-like jaw. Then his head tilted and slammed into the head of the other swordsman, making a muffled sound like a drum, and both heads deformed together. The two swordsmen whose heads were no longer shapeless fell softly, but the monster-like corpse still stood firm against the head like a rotten persimmon, looked at the swordsmen who were about to flee with the eyeballs that were half out of their sockets, and pounced on them again.

But he was only halfway down and straight down. The magician struck him in the lower half of his body with a thunderbolt of ice, and his waist and feet immediately froze into a large mass of ice.

Falling to the ground, the man, who had been completely deformed and frozen, seemed to be struggling to chase after the swordsman, but when he found that he was indeed unable to move, he ripped off his hand, which was still intact and could move, and threw it with that long, strange hand like a spear.

One of the fleeing swordsmen immediately fell, sticking into the back of his head like a tomb marker.

The corpse then pinched its neck, ripped off its half-rotten head, and threw it out. The rotten head spilled blood and other debris all the way and let out a strange whistling as it shattered along with a swordsman's head. Then the corpse, which had no head, its lower body froze into a whole block of ice, and its upper body was left with only a snake-like deformed arm, finally did not move, as if the demon carrying it had finally exhausted its strength.

The magician didn't see what was behind him, and he didn't care about Asa who fell to the ground, and he devoted all his energy to facing Sandru. He could already see that the strange mutations of these corpses were all the work of this old man, and this was the real enemy.

But Sandru paid no attention to him, only muttered a few syllables that no one could understand, and pointed his hand at the corpses on the ground, and the four new corpses immediately jumped up, and chased the fleeing swordsman with their hands and feet at the same strange but fast speed as the corpse just now.

In an instant, two swordsmen were caught up. The corpse spread its limbs wide like a tarantula culling its prey, and at once it hugged the swordsman and pulled it, and the swordsman let out a moan half out of his throat and half out of his body, and his body was torn open like a roasted chicken.

Cold sweat broke out on the magician's head. In the face of full vigilance, this old man was still able to use spells as if nothing had happened, and his weighty movements and use of magic made him not know how to make a move. Such an extraordinarily strange magic was used in such an understatement, and the control and cultivation of magic may have even surpassed Bishop Ronis.

The magician stretched out his hand, took a deep breath, and gathered his mana. He didn't chant incantations, but simply and directly gathered all his mana power, every trace of energy in his body, and even his life force, into a single point. When faced with an opponent whose spellcasting art is much higher than his own, spending his energy on magic control is almost a chance to give the opponent a chance. He didn't ask what kind of spell he could send or what kind of damage he could cause to this person, he just hoped that his decades of magic cultivation could make it difficult for him to dissolve, and he could prevent him from manipulating those corpses, so that a few companions would have a chance to escape.

A burst of white light has been emitted from the center of the magician's palm, and the mana inside has been impatient to break through the shackles of this ** and gush out. This is the essence of magic that a high-level magician has practiced for decades, and the power of unleashing it without reservation is no less than that of any ** technique

Sandru still clasped his hands, looking completely relaxed as a bystander. The two headless corpses caught up with the two swordsmen, pulling them to pieces.

The magician exhaled, the light on his palm skyrocketing.

Sandru finally made a move, but only casually pulled out a hand, scratched it in the air with his pale hand, twisted it, and made a gesture as if he had flipped an invisible switch in the air.

The mana in his body was about to rush and rush out of his palm, and the magician suddenly felt that two muscles on his arm twitched inexplicably, as if they were muscle cramps, but the force of this cramp just bent his straight hand, and pressed his palm to his face. He originally wanted to fight against this arm that suddenly went his own way, but the last bit of power in his body had been converted into magic power, so he could only watch how his lifelong cultivation tilted to his face.

There was a strange rattle, and the half of the woods behind the magician had rushed from early summer to the bitter winter of the polar region in the blink of an eye.

In a fan-shaped area, all the trees, flowers, and insects became ice sculptures, and the last two or three remaining swordsmen, the two corpses of the pursuing swordsmen, also stiffened in an instant, some still maintained the original running shape and fixed there, and some fell straight on the frozen ground like stone statues, making a hard sound.

Sandru looked at the face of the magician who had been frozen in a large lump of ice, and the hand was still pressed against his face, his expression was full of unwillingness and consternation. He shook his head and muttered, "To have such a profound magical cultivation, and to be able to think of such a deadly tactic, it should be someone from the Holy Knights." But at least you should use a magic defense first, or save yourself some strength. ”

In the blink of an eye, the more than ten warriors of the Holy Knights, the elites of the Emperor ** team, had already died in a strange way.

"Why didn't you do it sooner? I almost died. Asa used healing techniques on herself, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, pointing at Modo, who was crawling and fleeing. "There's an escapee somewhere. ”

When the magician shouted to run just now, Modo's reaction was almost faster than those swordsmen who had experienced hundreds of stations. It's just that when he turned around, he just saw the corpse open its mouth and bite the swordsman who had just been alive and tearing his brain, and his legs immediately went limp, and he only crawled on the ground like a paralyzed dog, and moved forward desperately with his hands and feet, leaving a large stench where he moved. He was running in the opposite direction from the swordsmen, the freezing air didn't reach him, and Sandru seemed to ignore him completely. He moved farther away, probably thinking that the danger was not too great, and finally straightened up his waist and legs and began to run.

Sandru stooped down and picked up the head of a swordsman on the ground, opened his mouth, and gently pulled out a tooth with two fingers like a small piece of dough from a loaf of bread, and flicked it between his thumbs, and the tooth flew out.

The teeth didn't fly fast in the air, and they flickered and spun in circles like a feather, and they were also very inaccurate, and they floated for a while, and they only hit Mordo's ass and burrowed into his body.

Modo was still screaming and running away, but he stumbled and fell as if he had caught something. He instinctively tried to support it with his hands, but those hands were completely unable to support the weight of his body, and the crispy crackers shattered and fell apart in one fell swoop.

By inertia, he continued to roll forward, and when he had just turned over a circle, he had only half of his body left, and the limbs below him were already like blistered bread from the abdomen, and all of them fell apart with the shock, and flew everywhere. After a further roll, the upper half of his body was gone, and only his head rolled forward, until it struck the root of a tree, and made a pitiful sound like a crockpot made by the worst mason, and became a pile of mud, not even a bone.

Sandru looked at the big living person who had become a lump of flesh and blood rotten than spit in the time it took to spit, shook his head a little regretfully, and said, "I haven't used it for many years, and I have regressed." ”

Asa sat on the ground and used healing techniques to stop the bleeding from his wounds all over his body. Seeing that Sandru didn't seem to even move his hand to kill these dozen or so swordsmen who were not much worse than himself, he was also a little surprised. Although he also knew that this old man should be able to deal with these people, he didn't expect it to be so easy.

Sandru looked left and right and saw Xuan the prostitute sitting on the ground. The eerie sight that had just happened had scared her stupefies.

"Oh, how did I forget you, Miss?" Sandru removed another tooth from the head, and with a flick of his finger, the tooth swirled in the air and flew over.

Asa was startled and jumped forward and pushed Xuan away. Teeth flew over her shoulders and didn't go into a tree behind her.

The tree didn't even shake for a moment, but immediately withered 10,000 times faster than natural progress, and then crumbled silently, falling down and turning into a pile of wood slag.

Asa explained to Sandru: "Actually, she didn't mean it, she just cheated on someone and came to lie to me." ”

"Oh, I see, and then?" Sandru nodded nonchalantly. "You don't say you're going to let her go, do you. ”

Assalen, of course that's what he meant.

Sandru's black and white eyes stared at Asa mockingly, and asked, "Let him go out and tell others that you, the priest, were actually secretly in collusion with an old man who could turn into corpses and killed a small group of paladins?" Do you mean that?"

As soon as she came back from a trip to the ghost gate, Xuan was already so frightened that she couldn't cry, her tears, snot and the makeup on her original face were mixed together, and her hair was messy, looking embarrassed and ugly. She shuddered and said, "I promise I won't go out and say it, I swear.... Let me go...... I beg you..... Please..."

Sandru shook his head regretfully and said to her in a very gentle tone: "I'm sorry, we don't dare to take risks." The Paladins are dead, and something as big as this must have turned upside down. If you look it up, you will know that you have been in contact with that stupid person, and then you will naturally be arrested and tortured severely, poured pepper water, rolled a board, cut your fingers, and skinned you..... Oh, that's miserable, is there any oath that can resist those powerful things, and when the time comes, will you not say it? Rather than suffer like that, you might as well die like this, and keep it a secret for us. This time he tore off one of the ears on his skull, still muttering in his mouth. "It's not a big deal to die, it's just a matter of time before you become old and ugly in bed, it's better to die cleanly while you're so beautiful and cute now. Don't worry, it won't hurt......" He threw two fingers, and the ear flew over.

Asalla got out of the way. The ear fell to the ground, and the ground immediately dented, turning into a small puddle of stinky mud like porridge.

Sandru didn't speak this time, just squinted at him.

"Please, will you let her go?" held for a moment before Asa spoke. "I'll let her keep it a secret, won't she just say it?"

"Please?" Sandru sneered. "It's about me, in fact, this is your problem, you think about it yourself, and look at it yourself. He turned and walked out of the woods, without looking at Asa, but said, "You just need to know that your choice will always be your own." Anyway, I'm not afraid of others making trouble for me, and I'm not afraid of causing trouble to others. ”

Watching Sandru leave, Asa sighed. To be honest, he knew that what Sandru said was probably right. But he couldn't watch her killed.

If he still had a few friends in the royal capital, she must be one of them, perhaps the most important. When he was with her, it was definitely the most relaxing and happiest time for him. She may be a spicy person to most people, but Asa doesn't know any of this, only that she is her. A cheesy and superficial, but very pure, cheesy and very cute person. He even liked her a little.

But now everything that happened is obviously beyond the scope of her acceptance and coping, just like a little hen suddenly being pulled into a vicious fight between wolves, even if she can survive, but if she faces it calmly, it is impossible to find a way to deal with these wolves in the future. These were too far from her original life for her to accept. Indeed, as Sandru said, it is impossible for her to keep a secret.

Xuan was still trembling and crying in his arms, and he didn't even dare to raise his head. Asa gently patted her on the shoulder and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay....."

When her emotions calmed down a little, Asa took out all the money in her body, picked up the gold coins scattered on the ground just now and stuffed them into Xuan's hand, and said to her, "Listen up." Now you go back and pack your things, buy a horse and leave the royal capital immediately, go as far as you want, and never come back again. You must remember that if you let people know about us, you will be in danger yourself. Do you understand?"

Xuan nodded with snot and tears on her face. Confirming that she knew exactly what she meant, Asa finally breathed a sigh of relief, sent her out of the woods, and then quietly touched the canal outside the royal capital to wash the blood off her body and clothes, and then returned to Sandru's house.

Sandru was standing at the door of the big house, and it seemed that he had just walked back, but he had not entered the house.

Asa approached, only to see a chill on Sandru's face. He looked inside the big house, and the chill revealed in those black and white eyes made Asa shiver as well.

A large area was vacant in the middle of the house. A stone platform weighing hundreds of catties has been moved away by unknown means, revealing a small space below, and several charred corpses are scattered and lying next to it.

"Who is that guy who attacked you, and why did he attack you?" asked Sandru in a deep voice. It was the first time Asa had heard him speak like this, and his voice was now as low as a drum, not loud, but every word could shake the listener's heart.

"A guy who has harassed me many times can't imagine that this time the Holy Knights will be used. Asa asked, looking at the inside of the house. "What's going on here?"

"There's a little guy from the guild who came and stole my stuff, huh, along with the notebook and the cloak. Well done....." Sandru's voice began to be so muffled that it was filled with a hint of murder. He slowly walked into the big room and closed the door, his eyes unblinking as he scanned the place where the stone platform had been removed. "Not long after you were dragged away by the woman, a beggar was called to deliver a letter saying that you had been ambushed outside the city and were about to be killed. Hmph, it turned out to be trying to lure me away. ”

"Guild ....." Asa was stunned for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses. "You say it's from the Necro Guild, how do you know?"

Sandru pointed to the stone platform and said, "There's a magic mechanism of the 'Cloud of Death' there. But the trap did trigger, and the thing was stolen. In addition to the senior priest of the church, the only person who can dissolve the magic of the undead is the necromancer. He pointed to several charred corpses on the ground. "And the senior priest will never use flame against my corpse. So it can only be a guild guy. ”

Asa said, "But the guy who assassinated me should have nothing to do with the Necromantic Guild, probably because his plan was known and used." "A shitty guy like Modo probably scares shit when he hears the name of the Necromantic Guild. "Bishop Ronis also said that there may be a necromancer in the royal capital. But we don't know who it is yet. ”

"Hmph, it's really cautious and patient to be able to endure such an opportunity now, and to be sure that I won't come back for a while. Sandru sat down on the stone platform to the side and closed his eyes. After being silent for a long time, he sighed, and his voice and expression returned to his usual weakness, and even more sluggish, and even his originally black and white eyes were a little cloudy, as if he had aged more than ten years in the blink of an eye. "Forget it, steal it. What should come will always come. Anyway, I don't interfere in those big things anymore, and the people who want to do it let him do it. ”