By noon, a huge and luxurious tent the size of a small villa had been set up.

The tent was made in the style of a nomadic dwelling on a distant continent overseas, forming a huge spherical shape from head to side, firmly fastened to the ground on all four sides with wooden stakes, and tightly covered like a house, with several small windows open above and above the head that let in light and breathe. This tent was specially prepared by the Prime Minister for the emperor who likes new gadgets, and in it can comfortably shelter from the wind and rain, and you can really feel the freshness of the wilderness. The royal chef brought in the game outside the tent, so that His Majesty and the dignitaries of various countries, as well as the princes and nobles, could taste the food they had hunted.

Geffenhardt XVII sat in the center and top, looking at the dignitaries and ministers with a smile on his face. To be able to save himself from the cumbersome political affairs and the court, and without the military ministers by his side, especially the old-fashioned guy of Roland, he was really happy to have fun today. But there is another reason for this happiness, and that is the person sitting next to him.

Sitting next to His Majesty the Emperor was neither a minister nor a dignitary of any country, but Miss Duchess Chrissy.

Compared with His Majesty the Emperor's spring breeze, the Prime Minister's face was not so good-looking. In their arrangement, it was his niece Anastazi, who was sitting next to him, who had gone to get the seat. It was a very sensitive position, maybe in the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor, it was just a child's love, but in the eyes of others, it was as important as Mount Tai and of great significance.

However, the Prime Minister is not very anxious. Since such a phenomenon has been discovered, it is enough to make more arrangements in the future, and let His Majesty the Emperor have more contact with the people he should contact. The enthusiasm of young people is a wildfire, which comes and goes quickly. And how to create the right conditions for the master's mood to develop in what state he knows very well, although the prime minister is also a rare politician, but what he is best at is the ability of a slave.

"It's coarse, but it tastes so different. As soon as I ate the meat, I remembered when I shot the deer. This is what it is like to work for yourself. "A noble son was eating meat, and suddenly he had an understanding of life. From this, we can see that the life of those peasants is very fulfilling, and they can eat the fruits of their labor every day, which is really enviable. ”

Chriss, next to the emperor, said, "But I have heard that many peasants died of starvation in the famine of the previous years. ”

"Why would they starve to death?" asked the young and ignorant emperor next to him. "Don't they have bread to eat?"

Chrissy shook her head and said, "I heard that I don't even have porridge to drink, so where is the bread?" I've also heard of people who go to bandits because they can't pay their taxes. As a result, he was deceived by the magistrate and arrested and killed, which is really pitiful. ”

A noble son shook his head very knowledgeably and said: "Taxation is the duty of citizens, and they dare to be bandits to endanger social order, these untouchables who are willing to degenerate are the root of social unrest, and they should all be arrested and executed." As for those who starved to death, they were also purely too benzene, so damn it. Without bread or porridge, they can still eat meat and drink milk. ”

The joke, which was not a joke, caused a burst of laughter, but there were also many younger aristocrats watching from side to side, looking for what was worth laughing at. Geffenhardt XVII was one of them, and Chrissy whispered in his ear for a moment before the ruler of the empire smiled unnaturally.

Outside the tent stood several guards and soldiers. Listening to the laughter inside and smelling the fragrance coming out, I couldn't help but feel a little rough in my heart. One of them sighed and said to his companions, "It's hard to imagine that our soldiers' job is to maintain a social order in which fools like them can live safely and securely better than us." ”

A figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the woods not far away, stumbling towards it. When I got closer, I saw that it was a young man dressed in ordinary clothes. One of the guards hurriedly stopped him: "Hey, don't you know that His Majesty the Emperor is hunting here, go away." ”

The man didn't seem to hear, but still staggered over. The midday sun was intense, and it shone on his fair skin, which was exposed to his clothes, and there was a slight sizzling sound and green smoke like poached eggs fried in a hot pan. And the young man also had a pained expression on his face, as if he was indeed fried by the sun. He rushed headlong into the shadows of the tent, so weakened that he seemed to be about to collapse.

He was a handsome young man, and his skin was fair and delicate, and he looked like a boiled egg that had been peeled off. But now this delicate and beautiful skin seemed to be burned by the sun, and his slender body and painful expression did look very pitiful.

Such a poor man, the dutiful guards could not bear to drive him away. A few guards hurriedly walked over to help him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm so hungry....." the young man said in a faint voice, his bloodless lips shaking. "I don't have energy, I don't have strength, so the sun makes me so......"

One of the guards asked him with concern, "Do you want something to eat?"

After a few breaths of breath and a break in the shadows, the young man seemed to regain some energy, smiled and said, "Thank you." The smile revealed a pair of his sharp, excessively canine teeth. "Then you're welcome......"

Amid the laughter, the people in the tent seemed to hear some strange noises outside, but no one cared.

'Kachang'. The sword was not a sword after all, and it broke when it slashed into the shield of the warrior in front of him under Asa's heavy slash.

Asa didn't even think about it, he threw the broken sword into the soldier's face, and pulled him over to block his side while he was still screaming.

'Bang'. The mid-level mage's fireball exploded on the warrior's chest, sending flesh and entrails flying everywhere. The power of this fireball is pretty good. Fortunately, because it was in such a siege melee, it was easy for a large-scale and powerful spell to accidentally injure his own people, and he didn't dare to use it.

But even such a low-level fireball is greeted by only flesh and blood flying on his body. Asa knew in his heart that he had to kill the magician first. The corpse in his hand blocked the two long swords next to him with a swing, and swung away three opponents, and as soon as he jumped on the head of a warrior in front of him, he pounced on the nearest magician with his strength.

While he was still in mid-air, two spears and three halberds stabbed at him below, and there were three crossbow arrows piercing the air-piercing screams behind his back. Asa's keen senses could fully detect movement around him, and he could even tell the three crossbow arrows that would come first, then the two spears, and finally the three halberds. The movements of these people were clear in his eyes, and he could even feel how the next movement would be. How to dodge defensive attacks in these weapons, he can think about what kind of action to take to respond to his opponent's attacks before they dodge. This is the effect of his meditation to the next level.

But he immediately felt his body sink downward, and at the same time a strange feeling of weakness came over him. This is the effect of dullness and weakness. In mid-air, he had an obvious target, and he was the perfect target for the other two mages to curse. These magicians are both strong and experienced. With group tactics against such a single enemy, the curse is much more effective than a direct attack.

Asa stooped down, three crossbow arrows flew past his back, grabbed the two spears stretched out below, and leaped into the air again, he condescendingly reached out with all his might, and a huge fireball flew towards the magician.

The magician was stunned to see this fireball ten times as huge as himself, almost thinking that it was a new spell newly invented, and in a panic, he turned into a fireball head-on with one hand.

'Whoa', the magician's fireball scattered like an egg on a stone, and Asa's fireball flew towards the magician with the same momentum.

Two white crystalline cold lights flew from the other two directions and hit the fireball. But even these two thunderbolts of ice could not completely cancel out this fireball, and the remaining fireballs still flew towards the mage. The warrior next to the magician who was in charge of protecting him hurriedly rushed up and raised the steel shield in his hand to resist. With a 'boom', the steel shield deformed and flew out, with half of the warrior's arm on it, and the warrior also flew out screaming, but after all, the fireball was blocked, but the magician and several warriors around him were staggered by the shock of the explosion.

Asa did not see the power of his fireball, and as he fell to the ground, he busied himself with four swords, three knives, five spears, and a mace, until he was stabbed in the back, and then he grabbed another opponent's arm and pulled him over as a weapon and shield. The hapless soldier was only pulled around in his hands for a few turns, and he was attacked countless times. Asa threw the tattered weapon out with all his might, overpowering the crowd for a chance to dispel the curse on his body and use healing spells.

Asa admits to underestimating these guys. Judging from the experience and level of the three magicians, as well as the discipline of these warriors' attacks, it was obvious that this was a well-trained and experienced regular combat unit, but it was just deliberately disguised as ordinary mercenaries in ordinary clothes.

At first, he thought that this plot was the same as the previous one, just some innocuous episodes, and he could finish it in a few clicks. But there is no doubt that this time he completely miscalculated. Even if it is an episode, it is by no means small, and it will not be insignificant, it can be fatal.

I don't know if I want my own life, but I definitely want someone else's life.

It's already noon, and whether he, the protagonist, arrives or not, the play there will be staged on time. For a shrewd person like the Marquis, the arrangement must be in place.

You have to break out of this encirclement. The emperor, the princes and ministers of various countries were there waiting for him to save him. And there is one who perhaps feels more important.

In the stabbing forest of swords, spears and spears, Asa finally found an opportunity. Standing still, the mana instantly condensed in his hand, and a fireball was sent out towards several warriors in front of him. But at the same time, he was in shape, and a crossbow bolt plunged into his shoulder.

There was no way, this was the maximum dodge that could be done when casting the magic, and the bolt should have pierced his right lung. The mixed crossbowmen were also definitely the best in the army, and they did not come close, nor did they shoot indiscriminately, but stood far behind the warriors, waiting for the opportunity to strike and be sure to kill them.

'Boom'. The first two fighters were directly blown into pieces of flesh, with bones and flesh all over the sky, and then a few of the latter flew out with broken hands and feet, and the next ones in the back fell into a large piece. This fireball with all its strength finally blew a gap in the encirclement. Asa leaped out, and although the horse he had ridden had already become a stack of swords, he was confident that he would be able to shake off everyone here if he stood out.

It should still be in time, and it is impossible for this group to chase him to the place where he hunts...... Before he could finish his thoughts, a feeling of stagnation and weakness immediately and mercilessly struck him.

The screech of three crossbow arrows rang out from three different places. He rolled on the spot, his weakened and sluggish body narrowly able to dodge the bolts. As soon as he stood up to dispel the curse on his body, the warriors behind him had already swarmed up and surrounded him with a well-trained formation.

"Want to run?" Modo shouted triumphantly, as he seemed to see an advantage. "Do you want to go to the hunting ground to find His Majesty the Emperor to save your life? I said I knew what you were thinking. ”

"**** fuck XXX ....." Asa, who was almost furious, yelled at Modo. I didn't want to go to the emperor to save him, but I wanted to save the emperor, but I couldn't say these words.

"You ......" The pampered prime minister's son obviously had no experience in arguing with others, and he couldn't respond to Asana's high-level swear words from a marketman, and his face turned red again. Finally, he screamed to the leader-like man next to him: "Tell them to catch them alive, and I will give you a hundred gold coins if they live." I'm going to cut off pieces of his flesh and feed it to the dogs. ”

The soldiers who surrounded him did not dare to attack immediately, but surrounded Asa in the center. There was a look of fear on their faces, the power of the fireball just now was indeed terrifying. No one wants to be blown to shreds like those soldiers just now.

"Commander. Do you know that it is a capital offense for you to use your troops without permission and attack the priests of the church?" Asa was forced to raise his official tone in a hurry, and he called out to the commander of the army next to Modo. "Tell them to let me go right away, and I won't pursue you. ”

The man didn't expect to be recognized, so he was stunned.

"It's useless. Feeling that he had the upper hand, Modo patted the commander on the shoulder. "He's from our family. The attacks have already been attacked, naturally there is only to kill you, there is no proof of death in this wilderness, and even the corpse I have prepared a place for you to go - the belly of the dogs I fed at home. Who knew we killed you?" the Prime Minister laughed triumphantly. "If you ask for mercy, kneel down, and I'll ask a soldier to pull a puddle of for you to eat, and then let you die a happy death. ”

Now that his identity has been revealed, the commander is also determined to kill people, and he waved his hand and ordered: "Kill him." ”

Asa didn't speak anymore, it was useless to speak for his sake, and he didn't want to say any more. He began to use his hands with all his might.

He didn't think about any more tactics, no more magic, he just focused all his mind on the cold and violent feeling that came with meditation.

He punched a swinging meteor hammer to pieces along with the soldier's head, grabbed a halberd with his other hand, pulled the user straight from the crowd, kicked a transparent hole in his chest, and then used the halberd to string the three soldiers behind him alive, and at the same time, his shoulder was almost pierced by a large sword, he reached out and grabbed the steel two-handed sword, broke it in two, pulled out the half that remained in his body, and threw it into the swordsman's chest with his own blood.

A thin layer of light began to appear on his hands, and under this seemingly insignificant light, the steel weapon became rotten wood, and the human body was indistinguishable from the mud.

The feeling of exuberance and transparency after meditation runs through the body. It was as if a mage had used the debilitating curse again, but this time the sensation of a wild surge in his body was like a torrent that washed away the little bit of mana from outside. The gravitational drag caused by dullness is also negligible. Strength and agility also seemed to be completely integrated under the high concentration of the mind, and every move and every move accurately delivered a huge blow directly to the opponent's body, in exchange for the deformation of bones and muscles, tatters, and splashes of blood.

All his senses melted into the extravagant battle hope, and he didn't pay any attention to anything, and became a battle beast that only knew how to sprint towards his goal, tearing all obstacles in his path to shreds with his teeth and claws.

He now has only one goal, and that is the commander.

He grabbed a soldier who was still alive and swung it sideways, and the sound of broken bones exploded like fried beans, and three or four people flew out together. A crossbow bolt passed through his right arm, and he jumped up and threw the bloody weapon at the crossbowman, and after a strange noise, the crossbowman and the corpse immediately became indistinguishable.

A fireball flew to the left and right, and he kicked a soldier away, and the soldier's body caught a fireball in midair, exploding a firework of fire and flesh. He caught the other with his open hand, and it exploded in his hand—he couldn't swing the fireball out like General Gru did, but fortunately it wasn't very powerful. The sharp slash slashed through the muscles in his shoulders and slashed directly into the bones, and he could hear the strange sound of his bones coming into contact with the blade, which was transmitted directly to his ears through flesh rather than air. He dragged a spear and threw it at a magician, and the spear skewered the magician with the two soldiers who were protecting him, and he punched the soldier who had struck him in the head like a rotten persimmon. At the same time, two more maces brought up a few pieces of flesh and skin on him, three ribs were broken, and he howled like a mad man, and hit his head on the head of the soldier closest to him, and reflexively opened his mouth to bite it, and with a bang, the whole world turned red and fishy.

He's been rushing forward like this, rushing. The soldiers in front kept throwing them away, and their flesh and blood were splattered. He felt as if he had become a meat grinder, surrounded by flesh and blood, and he couldn't tell which ones belonged to others and which came out of himself.

Fear finally overwhelmed the order, and the soldier began to step aside.

Asa took a leap and rushed straight at the commander on horseback. The panicked commander drew his sword at his waist and stabbed Asa head-on. Asa ignored it, reached out and grabbed it.

The sword snapped into three or four pieces in the palm of his hand as if it had been pierced into an iron plate, and then the fragments were embedded in the commander's face along with the fingers. After a gurgling sound that few people heard, the commander's headless body spurted blood and staggered off his horse.

"Who else?" said Asa stared at the soldiers with his head in his hands, as if he had heard the howl of a beast bigger than a beast in his body. "Who else wants to die?"

Mordo had already reined in his horse's head and ran away just as he was starting to charge. This made a good start, and the soldiers without the commander began to shout and turn around and run.

The group went faster and more suddenly than when they appeared, and in an instant they were all gone, leaving only limbs and corpses all that remained.

Asa stared at the devastation and listened to the beast-like breath in his throat. Slowly, consciousness gradually recovered from the meditative state. He suddenly knelt down, knelt on the flesh of the ground, dropped the head of the watermelon in his hand, which had been pinched like a rotten watermelon, and began to vomit.

But he immediately struggled to his feet again, and with great strength he ran over and pulled the commander on his horse, and ran in the direction of the hunting grounds.

There were still twenty or thirty miles to go, and Asa was desperately whipping his horse with a whip, hoping that it would be too late.

'Uh,' he finally spat out, and he swallowed a few pieces of flesh and bones and a tooth that he didn't know who he swallowed.