Asa galloped.

The three horsemen raised their swords and charged at him, shouting as if they were chasing their prey. The minister's very high-spirited tone just now made them anxious to make meritorious contributions.

Approaching, Asayan struck a fireball in the face of a cavalryman, and the cavalry dismounted with his head down. The other two horsemen were taken aback, and Asa seized the opportunity to leap and step on the head of one of the horsemen's horses, and went straight past them and continued to charge forward.

Ahead was the circle where the cavalry was slashing and killing the villagers, and the grass over there was already red with blood, and the screams of the villagers were decreasing.

Asa rushed directly into the cavalry pile, jumped on his horse and cut down two cavalrymen with two swords. The other cavalry suddenly panicked, and they all rode their horses to come over to deal with him, and the formation suddenly scattered. Asa took the opportunity to rush through the gap in the middle. In front of him were the ministers and magistrates who were sitting on their horses watching the cavalry kill. It is impossible to deal with so many cavalry by yourself, and in this case, it is natural to find a commander.

The two barely had time to react before they were rushed over by Asa and pulled off their horses one by one. Asa immediately put his knife on the neck of the minister, and shouted, "Don't move it all." The cavalry immediately stopped.

Only a few children were still standing in the pool of blood, crying and crying all over their bodies, as if they were not hurt. The villagers have protected the children with their bodies inside the human wall. Only the hunter Levine snatched the weapon of a cavalryman and fought with all his might, and he had already been stabbed several times, and he was half-kneeling and gasping for breath in blood. There were also low moans in the pool of blood.

The minister, who was held to the neck with a knife, was not very flustered, and still maintained his scholarly demeanor and the majesty of an official, and said in a very contemptuous tone: "Forgive me for not daring to hurt my hair." The soldiers here have seen you, and if you dare to harm the envoy appointed by His Majesty the Emperor, you will become a death criminal, who is wanted by the whole empire. And even your family...."

He abruptly interrupted his speech with a cry worse than a pig slaughter. Asa broke one of his fingers and said coldly, "I've never been interested in hurting someone's hair. ”

After a few groans, the minister struggled to maintain his proper tone and said, "How dare you hurt a clergyman like this, such a crime will be ......" He immediately felt a tearing sensation at the joints of the other two fingers, and the two originally tight bones suddenly pulled at the flesh next to them at an unprecedented angle, and even the muscles of his entire arm began to twitch because of the sharp pain, and he let out another animal-like cry.

"Tell them to dismount and lay down their weapons. Hurry up. Asa pinched the three fingers of his other hand this time.

"Lay down your arms, lay down your weapons for me!" the ministers screamed and wailed at each other, tears and snot pouring all over their faces.

Two slight footsteps sounded behind him. Asa turned around sharply and slashed in the face of the cavalryman who wanted to sneak up on him, and the cavalryman flew out several steps with a scream, and rolled on the ground with a bloody face. A few bloody teeth flew to Dowt, who was beside him, and he immediately stopped touching his hand around his waist and obediently knelt there sweating like rain.

Asa used the back of his knife, which probably cracked the soldier's facial bones. He didn't want to kill people indiscriminately, and the two cavalrymen he had just cut down were not fatally wounded.

"All the men dismounted and laid down their arms. I don't want to say it again. Asa grasped the hand of the minister's finger tightened, and the minister immediately cried and shouted to help him repeat, and the scholar's demeanor and general demeanor who commanded Ruoding just now were long gone: "Dismount, put down your weapon, and do whatever he says." You idiots are not going to watch him kill me? The cavalry all scrambled at once, turned over, dismounted, and dropped their weapons.

Asa looked at the rest of the villagers, and there were still a few who were badly injured. Even if they let them go now, they won't be able to go far.

Asa let go of the minister's hand, tightened the knife around his neck and said, "Do you have any seals, papers, or tokens or anything like that?" ”

"Yes, yes. The minister trembled and reached into his bosom and took out a seal, which was more obedient than the most obedient child.

Rodhart had sat up from the ground. Looking at the corpses all over the ground, these villagers, who had been so elated and alive last night by the fantasies they had created for them, were now being slaughtered like cattle in the place they longed for. He covered his face in pain, shook his head slowly, and his voice was already crushed into a cry: "How can this be......."

Asa took the seal and threw it to Rodhart and said, "Go and lead some horses, and take the living and wounded into the city to find a doctor to bandage and give first aid." When someone interrogated them on the road, he showed them this seal, and said that he meant it to Lord Chincha. Lord Chincha had exterminated the heretics here in the forest, and he had to pursue them with victory, and he would not return until a few days later, and these were all wounded soldiers. When you're done, take them out of here and escape as far away as possible. ”

The seal fell at Rodhart's feet, but he didn't even look at it. He buried his face in his hands, and his fingers pulled marks on the flesh of his forehead and cheeks, as if he were going to rub his facial features apart. Tears spilled from his fingers, and he didn't cry, but his whole body was shaking.

Asa suddenly flew up and kicked him in the face and yelled, "If you want to cry, go back and cry slowly." Are you going to cry all these people here?" and as soon as he moved, the knife cut a bloody mark on the minister's neck, and the minister let out a scream similar to that between a sheep and a pig, and the crotch of his pants immediately became wet.

Rodhart was so kicked that he rolled on the ground a few times, lying on the grass and not moving. As if to catch his breath, he suddenly stood up on his own.

His two sword eyebrows were intertwined together with all his might, his lower lip was closed into his mouth, and he bit hard with that neat row of teeth, his mouth was already full of blood, and he didn't know if he bit it out himself or the kick just now. The tear stains on his face and the expression on this one merged into a sad heroic aura on his face. He picked up the seal with a swift movement, quickly bandaged the wounded villagers, and brought a few cavalry horses to help them up.

Asa looked at the dozens of horses left of the cavalry, and his heart moved, and asked the hunter Levin: "Is it seriously injured?"

"I can't die yet. Levine, the hunter, covered his wounds and said that several of his wounds were deep and that the blood was still pouring out, but fortunately he was strong enough to hold it. Asa motioned for him to come over, holding out a hand and pressing it on several of his wounds, using the healing spell as best he could. He had little interest in healing, and he didn't practice much, and these few strokes were already the limit.

He said to the hunter Levin, "Drive all the horses here away, and drive as far away as possible." "It's a long way from the city, and it's half a day to ride a horse. As long as all the horses are driven away, even if the situation on your side is out of control, you can buy a lot of time for the villagers who escape.

Levine, the hunter, turned to drive the horse, and as he walked past Dowt, he suddenly held him down and beat him so hard that he did not turn around and drive the horse away until he was paralyzed on the ground.

Watching Rodhart leave with the villagers, the hunter Levine also drove the horses into the forest. Asa finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then the anger that had been suppressed for a long time came out, he reached out and grabbed the fat on Daut's neck, pulled him over like a dog, knelt down with the minister, put the knife across the necks of both of them, and asked, "I decided to kill one of you, and keep one as a hostage, you two say to yourself, who deserves to die?"

"He's damned!" said both in unison.

"He is bigger than my officials, these are his ideas, he said that he wants to kill these bandits. Dowt was shivering with fat all over his body, and his voice was like a pig barking. "I'm just a petty official, they told me to do it. ”

"I'm thinner than him, and it's much more convenient to be a hostage. "The minister is worthy of being a scholar and knows how to emphasize his own merits. He also held up his hand, whose finger had been broken by Asa, as if to show off a remarkable feat. "You see, I've been made like this. I.... I don't want to die....", he snot and tears welled up together.

Their pleas and pity like Asa paid no heed. At some point, the red-robed man who had been on the edge of the Whispering Forest had quietly walked over and walked into the corpses of the villagers and squatted there. The cavalrymen had long since lost their minds, and no one cared about him.

Dourd, who was originally kneeling on the ground, didn't know where the courage and strength came from, so he suddenly got up and ran towards the red-robed man. He crawled to the side of the red-robed man, knelt down, and said, "This gentleman, I have done as you said, and have put all the death row prisoners in the city to death and buried here. ”

The red-robed man stood up, nodded and said, "Yes, I received all the corpses, and you did a good job." ”

"I know you're a magician," said Dowt, "I know you've used magical magic, so please save the minister from that thug now." He knew that even if he could be rescued now, he wouldn't be able to survive if the minister died, and the dozens of people here just now heard his words of shirking responsibility clearly.

The red-robed man ignored him and looked up at the sky.

Dot reached out and took the hand of the red-robed man and begged, "I beg you, you can ..... as many corpses as you want" He suddenly fell silent because he saw the hand he had pulled out of the red robe.

It was definitely not a hand that a living person could have, or it looked like it was not a hand at all, but as if it had been worn on the skeleton of a human hand with a tattered old leather glove. The bones were still visible from the tattered spots, but instead of white, the dark gray of a dead fish's eye.

"I'm sorry, I'm busy. The red-robed man stared at the sky and muttered. It's just that his hand-like hand has already grasped Dowt's hand, and the dry joints have completely sunk into Dowt's fat and white hands, like pinching a ball of leavened flour.

Dowt glared at his hands, his mouth opening that wide for the first time in his life. But anyone could see that he was not in pain, but in fear.

His hand, which had been plump and white, had withered, shrunk and discolored as quickly as a lettuce leaf on a fire.

He was probably shouting something, like screaming or something, but unfortunately there was only a strange exhalation sound in his throat, and it wasn't him screaming, but the sound of his lungs squeezing air out as it withered. His whole body began to shrink like a deflated balloon. Everyone could clearly see how the plump fat on his face slowly deformed and retracted, and finally stuck to the bones. But his eyes are still moving, still turning left and right, up and down, but the muscles on his face have completely withered, and the lonely eyes can't see what feelings are expressing, it can only show that he is still alive, and he is feeling how he is dying little by little.

Finally his eyes finally stopped. In just a few breaths, Lord Dao, who was still fat and white just now, became a dried corpse.

The red-robed man let go of his hand and sighed, as if he had just drunk a cup of tea that was not very good. He still stared up at the sky.

In the sky, the sun was shining as ever, pouring brightness and warmth onto the ground, even in the suddenly eerie meadow.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared on the edge of the sun.

The red-robed man lowered his head and shouted in his still hoarse and eerie but obviously excited voice, "Here, the door that has only been opened once in a hundred years has finally opened." He lifted his hand casually upwards with his handless hand, as if to greet his pet. "Let's all get up and get to work. ”

The villagers around him, lying in pools of blood, suddenly began to squirm, and then slowly rose to their feet on their own. Some still have holes in their chests, and some have only a layer of skin on their necks and heads, as they did when they fell.

Seeing all this in front of them, the cavalry made noises that were usually only heard in the throats of women, and a few immediately fell to the ground, and most of them turned and ran. It was only when they turned around that they saw that a lot of the dirt on the grass was cracking, and the rotting corpses were crawling out. Those were the heretics that Lord Dow had deliberately buried here for half a month. One silver coin at a time, out of love for silver coins, Lord Dow killed very hard, and there were more than two hundred corpses buried in this small meadow.

"It's all here, don't go. Everybody help me. The red-robed man looked at Asa and smiled. "Young man, could you please help me too?"