Daylight poured in through a vent in the roof of the cell. Xiao Yi knew that it was already time. She let out a long sigh.

"It's already morning. Crowvis's voice came. "It's today. ”

"I know. Xiao Yi replied lightly.

After a moment of silence, Clauvis's voice suddenly rang out again. "Let me see you, okay?"

Xiao Yi silently walked to the corner, an angle where he could see Crowvis's cell. Through the daylight, you can see a person sitting there in the steel fence opposite. That person was already so thin that he was not human-shaped, extremely haggard, his blonde hair, which was once as dazzling as the sun, had long been dull and messy like a bird's nest, and the face that had once fascinated thousands of girls in the royal capital was no longer able to find any trace of the past. If it weren't for talking to him all this time, Xiao Yi wouldn't have recognized the person opposite as the first knight of the kingdom who was once so powerful and imposing.

Clauvis's eyes, which had been murderous and intimidating at all times, were bloodshot, but they were surprisingly calm. He looked at Xiao Yi carefully, and actually made a smile: "After being locked up here for so long, you can still be so neat, and you look like a bride." ”

"The bride?"

"At least it's more like it than when you married me. Clauvis, though he looked more emaciated than a beggar, was calm in his eyes and voice. "Now I remember. It's like we're husband and wife. ”

"Really? Unfortunately, I can't even think about it. ”

There was a neat and powerful step outside the dungeon, followed by the sound of the door opening. A team of heavily armed swordsmen entered the dungeon.

"You know what. Only now do I realize that I actually kind of like you. Clauvis's voice wasn't deliberately muffled, but it was faint and unpleasant in the loud footsteps of the swordsmen. "Because I like you a little, that's why I hate you so much. ”

Originally, Xiaoyi thought that she would not be surprised to hear anything again, but this sentence made her so surprised that she was even a little stunned.

The swordsmen opened Xiao Yi's fence and took her out. Clauvis sat at the fence and looked at her, his eyes strangely calm.

"Goodbye. Bride. No, goodbye. When Xiao Yi was taken out of the dungeon, she heard Clauvis's voice echoing in the lonely inside.

The burning ground was set up in the central square of the royal capital. A temporary platform was erected on the edge of the square, on which the Duke personally supervised the execution.

The Duke carefully re-looked at the surroundings of the square and nodded in satisfaction. Then he narrowed his eyes, carefully recalled every street and every ambush setting in the royal capital in his mind, and then nodded with satisfaction. He was sure that no matter what method that person used to infiltrate and infiltrate, as long as he appeared, he would definitely not be able to escape.

The square was full of guarded royal guards and magicians from the Academy of Magic. The Duke had ordered that the general public should not be allowed to approach the square, lest the target be allowed to wander inside.

The Church has not yet appointed a new bishop. Now that the magic academy is temporarily presided over by two high priests, the Duke has almost no effort and tongue to get them to send out magicians. Plus 10,000 men of the royal capital guards. This is definitely an elite unit that can easily take a city.

What kind of person can stand out from the encirclement in such a tight battle?

Life is precious, but love is even more valuable. The Duke now likes this phrase. He is hoping that the goal is love, even though thousands of people are going to it.

"Do you think he is hiding under the window of a house now, and his heart is in turmoil, and his blood is boiling. I knew that I came out to die, but I was reluctant to leave?" the Duke asked Rodhart behind him with a smile.

"Probably. Rodhart replied. Although his figure is still so handsome and straight, and he is still so magnificent, it looks a little funny. Because his eyes were blue, his nose was swollen, and his hands were bandaged.

He had just returned the day before yesterday. But he did not bring with him the old blacksmith father that the Duke had expected, nor did he bring anything useful, only this extremely embarrassed wound.

Rodhart rushed to the Calondo Basin with a wanted warrant that day. According to Tu Suoji's inquiry, as the Duke expected, it was indeed verified that the hometown of this wanted criminal was a village in the basin. There was indeed an old blacksmith's father, but that father was long dead, and he had no other relatives or friends. As the Duke had ordered, Rodhart carefully interrogated the villagers to find his closest neighbors and friends and arrest them.

Under investigation, Rodhart found an old adventurer at the back of the village and prepared to capture her in the royal capital. Unfortunately, the old woman pressed Rodhart, the captain of the Holy Knights, to the ground as if she were pulling a chicken, and asked him what the wanted warrant was all about. A few of the officers who had gone with him drew their weapons and were about to make a move, but the old woman just moved casually, and all the officers who had been on the battlefield for a long time fell to the ground and shouted.

Rodhart is not only smart, but also has a good eye and a clear analysis of the situation. He didn't have the slightest intention of resisting, and obediently replied that this person had colluded with the Necromantic Guild to assassinate Bishop Ronis, so he was here to investigate...... Before he finished speaking, his hand was broken by the old woman. The old woman only told him coldly that if there was any more nonsense, he would never have a chance to lie again in his life.

"And what do you say?" asked the Duke.

"I didn't say anything. It's just a restatement of what happened in the royal capital at that time. Although Rodhart's nose and face were swollen, his demeanor was still calm and flat. It is conceivable that even when he was pressed to the ground and his arm was broken like a dog, he did not panic at all. Then the old woman didn't say anything, just sneered and let me go. His voice was so peaceful, and even his remarks were so polite, as if he were indeed a respectable old man.

The duke nodded and asked, "Why didn't you go to the magistrate afterwards to mobilize troops to arrest this man?"

"Because I don't want to die. Rodhart replied lightly.

The others who went with Rodhart were carried back, and the better they were, the more seriously wounded they became, and several of them were completely crippled. Rodhart was able to stand not because he was the worst, but because he was the smartest and most knowledgeable.

The Duke didn't pay much attention to it. It's just one person, and no matter how powerful it is, it's not enough to have any impact on the overall situation. That necromancer is a great example of this.

The prisoners have been taken to the stake and tied up. She was dressed in neat and white prison clothes, and seemed to really look like a bride. She glanced around quietly and indifferently and closed her eyes. I didn't look at the high platform all the time.

The surrounding soldiers were silent, everyone on guard for an attack that would come out of nowhere. From the duke's announcement and the vigilance of such a large battle, anyone who is clever can guess that this is preparing to deal with the criminal who assassinated Bishop Ronis. Some soldiers were already full of anger and fighting spirit, while others were afraid. The battle between the Paladins and the Necromancers a month ago was so brutal that even those who listened to it were terrified. Dealing with just one necromancer, even the most elite paladins would have to lose dozens of men, and the average soldier might be as fragile as a caterpillar under necromantic magic. Now there is not the slightest human voice in the square of thousands of people.

As if with a premonition of a gluttonous feast that was about to appear here, many crows gathered on the rooftops around the area, and they seemed to be infected with this somewhat strange atmosphere, staring at the crowd in the square without saying a word.

The soldiers' timber was finally piled up. Just wait for the Duke to give the order, and you can immediately light the fire. But no one dared to ask the Duke for advice.

The square, which was full of people in broad daylight, was so quiet. It's eerily quiet, so quiet that it seems to have a stench of corpses.

On the high platform, the Duke stood up, looked around the square one last time, and raised his hand. But looking at the daughter who was as calm as water on the stake, that hand actually hesitated.

In a trance, the Duke realized that the eyes of thousands of people here were focused on his hands. He took a deep breath, his slender eyes suddenly widened, and a sharp light suddenly appeared. The hand waved down.

All eyes shifted to a priest at the stake.

The priest looked a little frightened at the solemn gaze of his life, and he walked to the stake with the torch in hand. His steps were already a little shaky. He knew that if someone really wanted to come to rob the Dharma field, it would usually be at this time to say 'leave someone under the knife', and then an arrow would come and pierce him. Oh, no, it's supposed to be 'keep people under fire', and if it's really the Necromantic Guild's spies, then maybe it's not an arrow, but a beam of rotting venom or simply a bone spear......

The torch was slowly passed over the pyre, and the priest's hands were trembling, and he was preoccupied with the vigilance, or rather, waiting for the shout and the magic of the hidden arrows.....

"Stop. A shout came at this critical moment. With the speed and explosiveness of a warrior, the priest dropped the torch and rolled on the spot to dodge. Everyone's tense heartstrings burst out. The sound of thousands of long swords unsheathed at the same time suddenly turned the silent square into a murderous iron horse.

But there were no magic arrows to shoot. At the end of the long street a fast horse rushed over, and the man on it brandished a long sword.

The target had appeared, and the crossbowmen who had been lying in wait all around them suddenly appeared, and the magicians began to chant incantations.

"Stop. "This shout was made by the Duke.

The battle command had already been arranged, and at the duke's order, dozens of captains immediately told their subordinates to stop. But even so, several magicians' fireballs were thrown.

'Boom'. Although several fireballs did not hit the target directly, they all exploded next to them, knocking the comer and even the man and horse to the ground. The man didn't seem to be injured, but stood up and brandished his long sword and rushed towards him, shouting, "Don't be afraid, sister, I'm here to save you." ”

"Stop, stop, stop it. "The Duke was already thundering on the high platform, and he was very anxious. Fortunately, the crossbowmen heard the order in time and did not turn the future princess into a hedgehog on the spot.

Chrissy waved her weapon out of order and rushed towards the square. The soldiers all heard the order, and they did not dare to move or approach the Duke, who was wielding her weapons indiscriminately, but she rushed in.

On the stake, Xiao Yi's calm face had collapsed, and she looked at her sister with tears pouring out.

"Go and grab that idiot and bring it back. The Duke ordered Rodhart angrily. Since the arrest of the eldest daughter, the youngest daughter, who is about to become the imperial concubine, has been crying and making trouble every day, and saying that she will go to the emperor to order a pardon or she will resolutely not marry, which makes the duke have a headache. So he ordered her to be placed under house arrest. I didn't think she would run out at this juncture.

Rodhart jumped off the platform and ran briskly, snatching Chriss' sword and picking her up and walking back. Chrissy was still crying and struggling, and Rodhart knocked her unconscious with a blow on her neck.

Seeing this half-killed troublemaker being taken away, not only the Duke breathed a sigh of relief, but also eased the tense nerves of the soldiers. After such a fuss, the tense atmosphere is gone. The priest who lit the fire got up from the ground, embarrassed, picked up the torch from the ground and threw it into the pyre.

Sure enough, there was no magic flying through the sky. The priest breathed a sigh of relief and looked carefully left and right, and indeed nothing had happened. Although there was a sporadic light rain in the sky. But the timber was well heaped and dry, and the fire burned quickly. The priest turned and walked away.

But taking a few steps back, the priest felt a little strange. Because there seems to be a faint strange smell coming from nowhere, it seems to be a little familiar. He looked left and right, and then realized that the rain falling from the sky was actually black, and the strange stench was coming from the rain.

A large drop of rain fell on the pastor's hand, and the pastor brushed it with his hand, and found that the rain was a bit like the mud in the gutter.

He looked up at the sky in a strange way. The sun was shining, there was not a single cloud and there was only a large bird hovering over it.

A stinky drop of black rain actually happened to fall in his mouth, and he hurriedly lowered his head and rolled his tongue to wrap the rain in a mouthful of saliva.

'Phew'. He spat out hard. But along with the spittle, there was also half a tongue and a few teeth, and even half a lip.

The priest thought it was his own eyes that were glazed. He reached out and touched his own mouth, feeling nothing. Then he immediately saw that the two fingers he had just picked up the rain had also fallen to the ground, and they were so black that they seemed to have been soaked in ink.

He swallowed, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. But he suddenly and involuntarily gave him a long full burp.

The burp was stinky, as if he had just eaten a bucket of boiled dung, and it seemed that something had rushed into his mouth with the burp, and when he vomited again, he saw a small piece of internal organs. And then he didn't know anything.

The others in the square began to notice the strange rain as well. Some people also dripped relatively large strangely shaped raindrops, and at first glance, they looked like human fingers and ears, but they were all black and as soft and smelly as mud.

"It's a necromancer!" finally someone started screaming hysterically. The people who shouted were several priests and magicians, all of whom had participated in the siege of necromancers at the Academy of Magic, and had all seen this black porridge-like liquid.

Although the effect of this black juice this time was not much different from the effect of the necromancer's instant death, the scope of this time was so large that almost the entire square was shrouded in it.

Another more intensive rain fell. This time, someone finally saw where the black dead rain was coming from. First two small black dots fell from the bird's back, and when they got closer to the ground, they saw that they seemed to be two people, and then the two men suddenly exploded completely, and fell into the strange black rain.

When someone looked up, it was dripped into the eyes, and when he screamed, he quickly reached out to cover it, lowered his head, and as soon as his hand was released, the beads in his eyes fell with his hand. Many people hurriedly wiped the place where the black rain dripped with their hands, but a large piece of skin and flesh was directly brought down with a strong touch.

Fear had a greater impact on the soldiers than the damage caused by the black rain. Looking at the people around him wiping their faces but wiping half of their faces off, no matter how well-trained a soldier is, he can't stand it. What's more, there are not a few people who have been dropped by the black rain in the square. The scene suddenly became a mess, many people had fallen and rolled on the ground, many more were fleeing, the priests were desperately using healing techniques, purification techniques, and detoxifications, screams of terror and screams of pain completely concealed the orders of the commanders, and there were not even half of the officers who could give orders.

The bird that had fallen in the black rain let out a loud cry that resounded through the sky and began to dive downward. Several priests who have been to the Western front have already shouted: "It's the orc's bipedal wyvern!"

"Lord Duke..... is there a collusion between Oufu and the necromancer?" a high-ranking officer who had retreated under the canopy of the high platform looked at Duke Mrak in horror.

"No, they'll say it's the Necromantic Guild's spies who stole it themselves. The duke's eyes sparkled. I didn't expect this kid to really be able to go to Oufu in such a short time, and he also borrowed a bipedal flying dragon.

The biggest reason why the Duke is in a hurry to get rid of Asa is Oufu.

Although Bishop Ronalis told Sedros to hand over the letter to the court about the evidence of his collusion with Oufu, but as soon as Bishop Ronius died, Sedros, who also seemed to have something to do with Asa, would definitely guess that he had done it. Although it is uncertain how quickly these evidence will be handed over to the imperial court, it is definitely faster than mastering the Holy Knights themselves.

A single Asa who does not understand the means of political and diplomatic conspiracy, or the Duke of Cerdros alone, can still cope. But if the two are united, if Cedros finds a way to help Asa clear his name and let him be a witness, then even the gods may have no way out. Therefore, the duke did not hesitate to sacrifice everything, and he had to force Asa out and kill him first.

Now in such a situation, I have to kill this kid here. Even if Sedlos wanted to help this kid, borrowing him a bipedal wyvern should be the limit. It is impossible for a large number of orc warriors to come to the royal capital in such a short period of time, and if they use bipedal wyverns to carry a few, not only will it not be effective, but if they fail, they will be in danger of being counterproductive. The Wyvern could be said to have stolen it by the kid himself, but if someone was sent, the charge of colluding with the Necromantic Guild to kill Bishop Ronis would be a certainty. Not to mention pointing fingers against himself, even Oufu would be immediately hostile to the church.

So in the current situation, I have to kill this kid no matter what. The Duke took a deep breath, and a thunderous roar rolled out: "Archer mage prepare." ”

But the Wyvern only descended for a moment and hovered at a considerable height, and then another corpse fell from it. The people below were even more panicked, and the officers could no longer control the soldiers. The body fell towards the stake, and the soldiers began to scatter for the distance.

But the corpse didn't explode, and it didn't seem to fall that fast, as if someone had blessed the corpse with the Feather Fall Technique. When it was almost to the ground, someone saw that the corpse seemed to have a rope tied around its waist. And the corpse's hands and feet are still moving, or it's not a corpse.

"Archer magician shoot me. The duke's roar rang out.

But the crows perched on the rooftops were the first to move ahead of the archers and magicians.

The crows stood there quietly from the beginning, unmoved in accordance with the solemn and tense atmosphere. But until the bottom was a mess, the little things didn't move like sculptures. But no one cares about that. And now, almost at the same time as the duke's roar, nearly a thousand crows all around him flapped their wings and flew towards the central pillar of burning.

"You....why are you really here...."Xiao Yi looked at the people who landed beside her from the sky, and finally couldn't cry. Her expression was excited, joyful, and sad.

Asa looked at her with a smile in his eyes but didn't answer. As he chanted an incomprehensible incantation, the crows gathered around the two of them, forming a sphere to enclose them.

'Boom. A fireball exploded on the crow. The fireball technique, which was enough to blow people apart, failed to shake the crows away, and only blew the outermost ones to pieces. There wasn't a trace of blood in the shards, all splashed was black, fishy juice and stiff muscles like stone.

"Hold on to me. Asa shouted, pulling out the knife behind his back and cutting off the chains on Xiao Yi's body. Xiao Yi reached out and put his arm around Asa's waist. Crossbow arrows and magic shot at the crows beside them made a thud that thumped into the wood, unable to penetrate the little birds. Asa let out a long roar, and the bipedal wyvern that was resting in the sky began to flutter its wings and fly high, carrying the two off the ground.

The officers finally regained command of the soldiers, and the entire square was still alive and rushed towards the stake with shouts. But even when the nearest soldier rushed to the burning stake, he could only watch the black ball of crows rise towards the sky, and many soldiers threw their spears and arrows in their hands, but they were still only able to shoot down a few crows.

Some clever mages and archers were already attacking the rope that held the two men together. But after all, it was just a thin rope, and the hit rate was pitifully low. And that rope was obviously not ordinary, it was not damaged at all by dozens of bows and arrows, and even a fireball.

"The archers continued to shoot people. The magician shoots a bipedal wyvern. The duke's roar came.

But the position where the mages stood was too far for the height of the Wyvern. The fireballs and lightning of the low-level mages dissipated on the way, and most of those who could reach the height of the Wyvern were deflected away from their targets, except for one or two fireballs at the end of the crossbow that hit the Wyvern's wings.

The bipedal wyvern hissed, and its body sank slightly, but immediately slowly rose again. The defense and life of this swamp beast are not something that can be dealt with by a few magics.

The rain of arrows fell on the surrounding zombie crows, and the crows began to be carried down by the weight of too many arrows. Xiao Yi wrapped his arms around Asa with one hand and made a few gestures in the air with the other, chanting: "Elf in the air, please listen to my will to block the attack for me." A strong whirlwind began to form outside the crows, and the archers' attacks were suddenly weakened a lot, and many arrows that were not strong enough were directly blown away.

Asa glanced at Xiao Yi in surprise. This 'Whirlwind Aegis' is quite a high-level air magic, I can't imagine that she can actually use it, and in such an emergency situation.

The Wyvern is getting taller and taller, and magic is no longer out of reach. Xiao Yi and Asa had already risen to a height of twenty meters, and although there were not many crows left around them, the bow and arrow could no longer hit them with such a height and the effect of the Whirlwind Aegis.

Xiao Yi and Asa glanced at each other. Xiao Yi's face was still full of tears, but the eyes of the two were full of joy.

"Leave the wyvern alone, the magic is all for me. The Duke's voice sounded again, and it was getting closer. The two looked down to see that the Duke was rushing directly below them at a speed disproportionate to his size.

In a hurry, only six close mages were able to accurately attack them. Four fireballs and two icicles flew in from three different directions.

"The fireball on the bottom left is over to you. Asa shouted, stretched out his hand, and three instantaneous fireballs met him in three directions, and exploded in the air at the same time as the other three. And Xiao Yi used a lightning bolt to defeat a fireball.

Three instantaneous fireballs are already the limit, and the mana can no longer be condensed in a short period of time. Asa drew his knife and slashed an ice pick in his hand, and he reached out with his right foot to catch the remaining shot. With a pop, the flesh on his right foot was blurred and completely frozen. But the blow was finally blocked.

With this delay, the two of them rose another ten meters or so. Before the mages can condense their next attack, they can rise to a safe height.

Freedom is at hand.

There was a loud shout from the Duke below. One of the soldiers was caught by the duke and thrown into the air, dancing and shouting.

The duke's own figure rose sharply, and he stepped on the shoulder of another soldier below. The sound of bones shattering sounded, and the soldier's shoulders collapsed entirely, and he fell with a scream.

The duke had already jumped into the air by the soldier's shoulder, and with a wave of his hand, a soldier's sword whistled in. The sword was not aimed at the wyvern or at the man, but at the rope between them.

It was no longer those fluttering bows and arrows, but a longsword that spun rapidly. Just listening to the sound of the wind, you can understand that even if there is an iron chain in the middle, it will definitely break under this sword.

The knife in Asa's hand came out of his hand. There was a crisp sound, and the long sword thrown by the duke was immediately shattered by the sword. The knife flew to the ground in an arc.

The Duke was laughing, and the kind and kind taste in his chubby smile had long since disappeared, and was replaced by a hideous one. Because he still has a long sword in his hand. With another wave of his hand, the sword flew towards the rope with a wind ten times more powerful than before.

At the same time, the duke had already stepped on the chest and stomach of the soldier whom he threw into the air. The soldier's chest and abdomen suddenly sank, and he couldn't even scream, and blood and internal organs spurted wildly from his mouth and nose and fell from mid-air. It's just that this not very high height has been smashed to pieces.

With this leverage, the Duke had once again pulled out of the air and rushed straight into the air for the two of them. With a sharp thud from his right hand, he made a sharp choking sound, and his own slender sword was already in his hand. The human sword has become one.

Xiao Yi let out a low chant, and a cold ice arrow shot at the long sword that roared towards the rope above their heads. But the snow-white water magic was weakened by the sound of wind and thunder from the rapidly spinning long sword, and it flew away like foam. The long sword castrated unabated, flying towards the line of fate.

Xiao Yi's body was already stiff, and her eyes were full of despair. Heaven and hell are that line.

The straightened rope let out a lament, like the lowest pitch on the strings, and broke.

The entire square was watching the battle in mid-air, and when they saw that the rope had finally broken under the attack of the Duke, they let out a shout in unison. Half applause, half exclamation. Because although the rope is broken, only one person is falling down, and the other is rising.

Asa's eyes never took off the flying sword. At the moment before the rope broke, he had already grabbed Xiao Yi with both hands and threw her hard. The timing of her strength and speed was just right enough for her to fly to the broken rope after the sword slashed.

Xiao Yi had already understood it after she was thrown on. As soon as she grabbed each of her hands, she had already grasped the ends of the broken rope, and she used her own hands as the rope to connect them. Asa's figure only dropped slightly, and immediately stabilized again.

The sharp pain in the pulling of his hands made Xiao Yi snort lowly. But she knew that as long as she persevered for a while, she would be able to land if she let the two-legged wyvern fly out of the range of the royal capital.

But there's a duke down there.

The sound of the wind breaking from the duke's body was as sharp as an arrow. His sword momentum did not have the slightest exaggeration of majestic and surging, he didn't want to crush anything and annihilate anything, he just wanted to kill.

All the sharpness and effect of the rapier, including all the strength and skill of the duke, are concentrated on the tip of the sword at that point, and even the steel plate can pierce it in half. And the tip of the sword refers to Asa's eyebrows, which are the most central and deadly eyebrows even when measured by a ruler. A sword penetrating through here has the same effect as wringing a person into seventy or eighty pieces, just making people die.

The Duke's sword, like his own, has nothing, the only thing it has is the effect, the most efficient effect.

Xiao Yi's hand, which had just thrown it with all his might, was completely weak. Asa no longer had the strength to take the duke's sword. But he opened his mouth and uttered a few strange syllables, and all the few crows that were left hovering around turned around and flew into the duke's sword, which was supposed to kill the soul and flew out of the way.

Even Asa himself was stunned by such a good effect, but he immediately saw the figure of the Duke flying over.

A crow can smash a sword, but it can never smash a person. When the duke saw the crow flying, he had already taken the initiative to abandon his sword, and he pounced on Asa's waist and pulled it downward.

Xiao Yi screamed, she could no longer hold the weight of two people. The end of the rope attached to the bipedal wyvern slid out of the hand with a piece of flesh from the palm of his hand. She descended with Asa below.

The duke's violent pull not only pulled Asa and the others down, but he also used his strength to slow down the fall in the air. When even Xiaoyi was taken down by Asa and fell downward, and when she passed in front of the duke, the duke reached out and borrowed from her, completely alleviating her whereabouts.

"Catch it alive. "In the middle of the air, the Duke shouted the order.

Asa and Xiaoyi used the feather falling technique, and they landed safely. But as soon as they landed, dozens of long swords and spears were already densely packed against them, and thousands of soldiers in the entire square were already surrounded by hundreds of layers around them.

'Plop'. Even with the help of the two of them, the duke, who knew no magic at all from such a high place, still fell in a mess, and rolled on the ground several times before dissipating the power of the fall.

Having lost its driver, the bipedal wyvern circled twice in the air, let out a hiss, and flew away westward.

Crawling to his feet in disgrace, the Duke saw the two men who had been held up with swords and could not move. He used the most embarrassing image of his life to let out the most irrepressible insolent laughter.