Asa finally resisted using the teleportation scroll.

Although Vidnina's promise was tempting, and he was curious about the classmate, he was no longer so wary of knowing that she was once human, but he did not go to the Valley of Diya.

The reason is simple, the scroll will not expire if it is placed there, but once he does go to the Valley of Diya, he may never come back. Regardless of whether it is a paradise as Vidnina said, even if it is a real paradise, you must be cautious before you go. Someone once said: Although it is probably a good place, you can't come back if you go, so it is better to leave as late as possible.

Diya Valley is definitely not a true paradise, but it is also impossible to live a normal life again once you go. Besides, it was the Necromantic Guild after all, and Vidnina said it nicely, but that hundreds of years of sinister reputation were enough for the most daring people to think twice.

However, knowing in his heart that he had this way back, the things that Bishop Ronis arranged for him seemed to be less annoying, and he knew that he could actually get out of this environment at any time, but he could face it with a relaxed attitude. Maybe I will go to the Valley of Diya tomorrow and say goodbye to Bishop Ronis and the Academy of Magic and this king, so it's good to stay for a while and see more.

According to Bishop Ronis's arrangement, he will leave for Airy in a few days. Asa thought it was a little funny that the bishop knew how to plant blame for political capital like a seasoned politician, and the two people he appointed to catch the murderer were in a sense the real murderers.

However, he didn't need to worry about how these specific things would work, Bishop Ronis should have already explained everything to Rodhart, and he, the protagonist, seemed to be waiting for the finished cooking to be served like a restaurant.

In the big house, Asa lazily packed his things for the upcoming departure. Sandru was likewise lazily fiddling with a few heads on the stone platform.

"I say, what are you going to do now?" said Sandru. "Do you want to stay here, or do you want to go to the Valley of Deya?"

Asa was a little surprised, the old man rarely took the initiative to tell him such serious things. Looking at Sandru's divine movements, he was slow and wooden, still half-dead and not dead, as if he was just thinking of mentioning it casually.

Asa sighed, and replied as if he was dead: "I don't know what to do....."

He was really confused during this time. He is not an indecisive person, but after all, it is not an easy choice of whether to eat a loaf of bread. Although I always feel depressed and disgusted, it is said that it is a major plan related to the peace and security of the continent. And the only alternative is not an easy one, according to Bishop Ronis, it is also related to the safety of the mainland. Even if he doesn't have any sense of responsibility in his mind and no major matter, in the face of such a major choice, it doesn't mean that he can let it go.

Sandru sighed, shook his head and said, "You sissy stinky boy, Ronis actually thinks of making you a hero and take on a big responsibility, it seems that his brain is about to enter the water......"

Asa shrugged his shoulders and said, "Actually, I never thought about being a hero or anything. ”

Sandru shook his head, tsk. "You still have a bit of vision. It's the best chore in the world. The stakes are high, the pressure is high, the working hours are irregular, tiring, and exhausting, and it looks glorious, but in fact it is not as good as bullshit, and it is simply the most hated job in the world. And to do this line of work, not only do you have to be quick-minded, but also brave and determined, ruthless, and black assholes, just look at the fact that you are embarrassed by this now, and you will know that you will never be able to do it. ”

Suddenly, someone knocked on the big wooden door outside, and a female voice shouted, "Is there anyone there?"

Asa could tell whose voice it was. But he wondered how she had found here, and he walked over to the door and said to Sandru, "It's looking for me." ”

Unexpectedly, Sandru glared at him and said, "When I heard a woman's voice, I thought I was looking for you, how do you know that I was looking for you and not me?"

But the result must have disappointed him, and he turned back to Asa and shouted, "That stinky boy who carried the corpse, someone is looking for you." ”

Asa walked to the door and saw that it was the prostitute Xuan who called the door. He frowned and asked, "How did you find here?"

Because he doesn't like swaggering, although he, a priest, is also a popular person at the moment, but it is only limited to the magic academy and the high-level of the imperial court, needless to say, this kind of Xuan is a small person, even ordinary officials don't know him. He wouldn't tell Xuan who he really was, and he never told her he lived in this place.

"Cut, how I don't know. Xuan was still dressed up in a fancy way, with a casual and coquettish face. "I saw you walking here with you last time. ”

"Really?" Asa frowned, still feeling strange. Even a high-ranking thief would not be easy to track him, let alone her. "What are you coming to me for?"

Miss Prostitute glared and said, "I can't look for you? Anyway, if you have something to look for, why don't you come out..... Wow!" She suddenly saw the inside of the wooden door and jumped in fright. "What is this....what is this place?"

Sandru grimaced and said, "He's the guy who helped me move the body." This is the morgue of the royal capital, and all the dead are under my control, and you will be under my control in the future. ”。

The prostitute turned pale and patted her half-exposed chest with her hand. "It scares the hell out of me. ”

"What the hell are you looking for from me, do you want to go in and sit slowly?" asked Assa.

"Come out quickly, come out quickly, I have something important for you to help with, just come with me." Xuan ignored Sandru and pulled Asa outside. Sandru shouted from behind: "Don't worry, I'll help you clean up the aftermath if you die soon." ”

"You don't have to worry about what you do for the time being, just follow me anyway. The prostitute took Asa by the hand and dragged him away. The big house was already close to the edge of the city, and after a while, the two of them walked outside the royal capital, gradually getting farther and farther away. Walking outside a dense grove, Xuan pulled Asa straight inside.

It was quiet in the grove, and Asa had no idea what was going on. Suddenly, his arm touched Xuan's chest, and when he glanced at her pink face, he suddenly thought to himself: You don't want me to come here and do that with her...... hurriedly said to her: "I tell you, now is not the time to do this kind of thing, I still have to ......" Speaking of this, a strange feeling suddenly popped up in my heart.

It's like the feeling of ice water pouring into your body from every pore. It's an instinct for danger and murder!

Asa's spirit contracted violently, tensed. But his body went limp.

Almost the next moment he felt the danger, another wave of more real and strange sensations began to spread through him.

His feet suddenly became heavy, not only heavy, but numb and weak, and as soon as it began, it spread through his body at the speed of wildfire, and his muscles quickly softened one by one. As soon as his feet sank, his waist immediately became so weak that he couldn't support the weight of his body to bend down, and then the feeling of weakness rose quickly to his chest, and even the breathing of his lungs lost his strength, and his heart seemed to be too lazy to move, his head felt as if it was big and heavy, and his neck was almost unable to support it, and he felt dizzy.

The sensation teleported through his body so fast that he blinked when he started to feel it in his feet, but as soon as his eyelids closed, his whole body was so soft that he didn't even have the strength to open them.

It was a double curse of weakness and sluggishness, and it was so high that there were no more than five people in the Academy of Magic who could cast such a fast and amazingly effective curse spell. Even for a horse, such a curse can erode all the strength to stand in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the dazed and ignorant Xuan still pulled his arm and pulled him into the woods.

Too careless. I fell into a deadly trap so easily as an idiot. Xuan did not have the slightest hostility towards him, nor did she threaten him in the slightest, so he did not have the slightest wariness of her, but he forgot that she might be taken advantage of.

His head was already dizzy, but Asa heard the sound of five swords tearing through the air at the same time. No matter how weak and sour his body was, his spirit was all hard and angular under the stimulation of the crisis.

Five people suddenly appeared from five directions as if they had come out of the ground, and the five long swords were like thunderbolts that suddenly flashed out of the air.

The speed, angle, and timing of these five swords were impeccable. What's more, he is still numb and dizzy, not to mention that there is a person holding his hand.

Asa raised his arm and threw the dazed Xuan out with all the remaining strength. She just flew out of the gap in the sword light. But just this delay, Asa himself has no chance to dodge at all.

The five directions were flawless. The timing, speed, and even the slight tremor on the wrists of the five swordsmen echoed each other, but these five swords actually combined into a net. Whether he was advancing or retreating, dodging left or right, this sword net would converge and merge on him in the blink of an eye, giving him ten more holes. And he doesn't have the strength to dodge now.

With a loud bang, Asa was thrown into the sky by the wave of his own fireball, and the five swordsmen below were also bounced away by the explosion. This was the solution he couldn't remember when he was in the nick of time. Weakness and sluggishness can only affect his body, and cannot also hinder the release of magic.

I could feel the muscles in my back almost shattered, a broken rib, a sweet throat, and a mouthful of blood spitting out. The force used in this fireball was not very large, and the mana could still be condensed immediately, and Asa pressed his hand on him, first dispel the spell, then heal the spell.

The injury healed, and the asthenic technique was dispelled. In mid-air, he saw the ambush circle that had been prepared for him below.

There weren't many people, only a twelve, eleven swordsmen with swords and a magician. But Asa felt an almost hopeless sense of crisis.

These twelve men are standing in a precise position, which can surround them in the most efficient way to bring them in, and can also send out the most efficient attack speed. And to be able to completely conceal their own aura, even such a premeditated ambush can only exude a murderous aura when they make a move, these twelve people are absolutely first-class.

Almost as Asa began to fall, the three closest swordsmen had already flown in the direction where he had fallen. They were not shocked by the unexpected dodge and explosion, and took the most effective attack at the first time, without the slightest hesitation and slackness, and made a clear decision. It's a master's style.

Asa was still in mid-air, and the sharpness of the first sword that had almost touched the clothes on his body, he grabbed the sword, grasped the blade tightly, twisted it, and grabbed the sword.

The feeling of starting was not strong, and the swordsman had already abandoned the sword when he grabbed it. Holding the hilt of the sword is no more difficult than holding the blade of the sword, and letting go when it is time to let go. And when Asa's twist of the sword was empty, and his arm was already weak, he regained his grip on the hilt of the sword and stabbed forward with all his strength, and struck again when it was time to strike. This is definitely a real master.

The power of the twisting arm was exhausted, and the sword in his hand was trying to break through the grasp of the hand and continue to advance forward. Asa slammed his grip so hard that the blade shattered in the palm of his hand, and the sword broke—the broken sword continued to stab him in the face, while the other two swords were already slashing at each other. Asa landed on his feet and with a wave of his hand, the fragments of the broken sword in his palms were thrown into the faces of the two swordsmen.

Thump. Xuan, who was thrown out by Asa, fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

The two swordsmen didn't dodge, didn't bow their heads, didn't even blink their eyes, and the two long swords still stabbed at them indomitable. They knew that Asa, who had just landed, was the most difficult time to dodge and parry, so they used this method to breathe a sigh of relief. These actions express the most important element of teamwork – the desperate pursuit of any opportunity. This is not only a master, but also a real warrior who has been tempered for thousands of years.

Flutter. Two long swords lived up to expectations and stabbed into Asa's body. These were two swords that were extremely fast, accurate, and stable, and Asa could only turn his body as best as he could to take the blade away from the deadly point when the blade entered his body. But the two swords left two long, deep blood marks on his body, and the blood immediately gushed out. Clothes are soaked.

The swordsman who had successfully hit his target fell straight down, the splinter sword splintering through his eyes and into his brain, almost breaking open from behind. Asa's throw was more than a simple procrastination to scare people. The other one's face was already covered with fragments of splinters, and the pieces were so deep that they almost shaved his face to pieces.

There was still only a complete firm and cold expression on this broken face, as if it were nothing more than flesh and bone that had nothing to do with him. The eyes above were only staring at Asa's body, and all the spirits in it were only how to control the weapon machine and continue to leave more effective traces on this body.

This steely heart is where the true fighting power of a warrior lies. The most lethal thing in the fight between life and death is not physical weakness, but mental hesitation, and only those who can wholeheartedly pierce the opponent's chest when their throat is cut will be the one who has the best chance of victory.

The sword that the swordsman had just swept across Asa's body slashed out again—blood splattered, and bones were visible in the swoop. But the swordsman froze, for it was his companion's body that had been sliced. Asa finally grabbed the arm that was holding the broken sword, crushing his wrist bones and pulling the swordsman over to block it for himself.

In the face of such a few masters, it is worth it to catch one of them at the cost of these two swords. Pulling the opponent's body as a weapon and shield is a very effective tactic that Asa has summed up in many times in the case of fewer to more. Such a huge shield is very sheltering, and seeing the flesh and blood of his companions flying under his own attack is a huge blow to anyone's fighting spirit.

The swordsman who had struck his companion only flickered slightly, and immediately raised his sword again and slashed again, Asa continuing to pull the swordsman that had fallen into his grasp to fend off it. In terms of physical qualities such as strength, reflexes and sensations, he has an absolute advantage, which is why he can pull the enemy alive and use it as a shield.

Click. The blade mercilessly slashed into the muscles and slashed the bones, slashing off the arm that had fallen into Asa's grasp to the shoulder.

The swordsman cleanly cut off his companion's hand and pulled him over with a pull. He could see the consequences of this companion if he continued to be in the hands of Asa. Immediately and without hesitation, he mercilessly cut off his companion's arm like a piece of wood, saving his life and completely frustrating Asa's attempt.

The severed arm's face was already distorted, but he didn't snort, holding his severed arm, he staggered to the magician's position to heal.

Asa held the severed hand in his hand, and his heart was cold.

The level of everyone here is enough to be counted among the first-class masters. Swordsmanship is not a problem, the key is the mind and fighting spirit and judgment ability, these are absolutely impeccable. Such opponents are very tricky even if they go head-to-head, not to mention that they cooperate with each other just right.

As soon as he condensed his mana to use a healing technique, a strong feeling of weakness immediately swept through his body, and this magic had to be replaced with a dispersal technique.

After the effect of the dispersal technique, the body still felt a little weak, this was a real weakness, the wounds caused by the two swords were very deep, and the blood kept lingering.

The mage remained at a relatively safe distance from Asa, and was in no hurry to use any offensive spells. The distance and trees made it impossible for any direct attack to hit, and the Great Spell was in danger of accidentally injuring his companions, so he kept using the Weakness and Sluggishness Technique, which had great effect. That was enough, Asa had to use all the spell casting opportunities to dispel them, and no matter who had that kind of weakness in his body, he couldn't still have combat power.

Although this was only the least time he encountered an ambush with an enemy, it was also the most dangerous.

At the same time as he dispersed, the five swordsmen who had struck for the first time, and the other three had already formed a circle in the middle, surrounding Asa in the middle. Everyone can see that this opponent is by no means a casual solo attack can be dealt with, and the most effective way of attacking must be used. The swordsmen stood still, and nine men began to shoot at the same time.

This was undoubtedly a collective attack formation that had been carefully studied and honed after thousands of battles, and the nine swords were separate and echoed each other, intertwined into a huge sword qi net, and pressed down overwhelmingly towards him. At the same time, the fatal weakness technique also spread over and over in his body again, and his tense muscles quickly went limp.

This is indeed the most sinister one, and it is more likely to be the last.

Asa suddenly gathered all his spiritual and magical power to a point through meditation, and then burst out like crazy as before. The raging waves of strength and will in his body immediately squeezed out the debilitating spell, and his throat let out a sharp scream that did not look like a human, and rushed towards the sword net that enveloped him.

Asa could even feel how the air around him was tearing apart, splitting, and whistling on the blade. The meditative sensation had reached its peak, but even so, he couldn't detect any void around him that would allow him to cross the past. It's just nine iron bars that are not wide, but they have the feeling that all the space in this radius of more than ten steps has been filled, and it looks like it is obviously sparse, but the sword qi and sword momentum are incompatible. Every direction, every angle, every route he could leap in was dead. The steps, body movements, and even breathing of these nine swordsmen all reflect a subtle common rhythm. No matter how he dodged in the center, the nine swords would echo each other like rehearsed dance moves, with a clear division of labor, orderly and efficient, intercepting, containing, stabbing, horizontal slashing, and oblique slashing, and he would never be able to completely dodge. As soon as any sword is struck, the body stagnates at all, and the other swords will immediately follow, until it turns him into a pile of meat.

Asa rushed at one of the swordsmen almost instinctively. This is the strongest link, this swordsman's sword qi and sword momentum are the thickest, and almost all the changes in the sword net revolve around him. This is also the weakest link, he is the main attacker and instigator in this sword array, as long as he can be defeated, the sword array will definitely show flaws or even collapse.

If you can't dodge, you won't hide, and if you don't have a way out, you will kill a way out. He has always been more stressed, the stronger the sense of crisis, the more motivated and murderous, danger and tension are the catalyst for the release of all the bestiality and vitality in the soul.

In the face of his impact, the swordsman immediately retreated. Although the person retreated, the sword strength did not weaken but became stronger. The two swordsmen to his left and right were also retreating, and they were sandwiching in the middle as they retreated. All the sword qi and sword momentum of the three of them had been concentrated in front of him, and a vortex of sword qi had formed in front of him.

The sword momentum of the three high-ranking swordsmen has merged, resonating. Even if a ball of steel rushes into it, it only turns into iron filings. So the three of them stopped, and they had to wait for the sword net behind them to be retracted.

But Asa's momentum did not decrease, and he did not even have the slightest thought of backing down in his heart, and in the face of this heavenly sword qi that was about to press him down and smash him to pieces, his fighting spirit was already a red-burning spike.

He didn't use magic, he couldn't use it now. This fighting spirit, life force, and fighting hope roared angrily in his body, melting the magic power into a part of this power. This wild and raw power disdains any tricks and ignores efficiency. He wields his most direct weapon, his fist, and he wants to use his flesh and blood to make way for his life.

In the face of such a direct, honest, naked and pure attack, all the variations were already pale and useless, and the three long swords stabbed into Asa's fist from three directions, with the same speed, the same power, the same trembling, and the same momentum.

It's a hard bump. All of Asa's fighting energy, strength, and speed collided with the sword qi and sword momentum of the swordsmen.

The three swords began to shatter at the same time the moment they made contact with their fists, and only a crisp sound sounded neatly.

Under the opening of the sword qi, the tip of the sword pierced the fighting qi shrouded in the fist, and the skin touched by the three sword tips immediately burst open, and the sound of the finger bones shattering and the sound of the sword shattering sounded at the same time.

The sword qi, the fighting spirit, the sprint force, the impact force, and the anti-shock force were all entangled and released, and their respective weapons could no longer support them in the case of equal strength. The tiger's jaws of the three swordsmen cracked, and they couldn't even hold their bare hilts and fell to the ground.

The flesh of the fist splattered and the bones shattered. Asa howled, and though it looked like it was still in the shape of a hand, it felt as if it had been torn apart like a rag trampled by cattle and horses.

The strength of his dash had been exhausted in this hard encounter, and his body stopped, and the six swords behind him were almost touching his clothes. But now this is only six swords, the sword net that filled the sky just now has collapsed at the same time as the three swordsmen in front of him have collapsed, and the sword net behind him has lost its operation in front of it and returned to six lonely long swords. When the three of the most recent swords pierced the flesh of his back, Asa finally regained his strength and began to flee with all his strength.

The remaining strength was no longer enough to deal with six of those swordsmen, let alone enough to face a similar sword net formation, but it was still enough to escape. Although the blood has soaked the clothes on his body, he still has an absolute advantage in terms of physical strength, and the remaining fighting energy in his body can still temporarily resist curses such as weakness.

Asa leaped past the three swordsmen in front of him and ran out of the woods, as long as he escaped into the royal capital, he should be fine. After all, he was a dignified priest, and it was impossible for anyone to hunt him down in public.

A strange sound of breaking the air sounded behind him, not a sharp end face tearing through the air, but a dull sound of breaking the air. And this sound is not thick, it is just fast, the mass is not large, and it seems that it is not lethal when hit.

Asa leaped to his feet, and something behind him swept under his feet. It was an ice hockey ball bigger than its head, rolling rapidly and flying forward. Asa could even feel the mana tumbling in the puck clearly, and in mid-air, he raised his hands and bent his legs to protect his head, face, chest and abdomen with his hands and feet.

The ice ball exploded, and there was no powerful explosion of the fireball, and what was scattered was not a wave of air, but substantial ice fragments, and all that was emitted was a sonorous and powerful sound of collision and penetration. The trees in a small area were all sparsely shattered at once, and the ice was shot out with mana power, as piercing as a crossbow arrow. Many arm-thick branches fell, and some thinner trees were pierced by the ice.

Asa huddled in a ball and fell straight from mid-air like the tree trunks. A lot of ice chips on his hands and feet were as deep as the bones, if he hadn't tensed his muscles and used all the remaining fighting qi as defense, these small things condensed by water vapor could pierce him if they hit his chest, abdomen and feet.

This water-based 'Ice Burst' is not a small spell, as long as the mage's level has not reached the level of Bishop Ronis or Cedros, you must adjust your mana and take a few breaths before you can cast the spell again. And this wide-area killing spell should also delay the footsteps of the next few swordsmen, so Asa, who fell heavily to the ground, immediately bounced up again, and he had to keep running.

But the stinging pain in his right leg and left shoulder immediately punctured the running force he had just gathered, and two long swords pierced his thigh and shoulder. Then four hands and two other long swords immediately poured into his body. Asa immediately couldn't move.

The cold blades on the left and right had already broken through the skin, and they stopped next to the arteries in the neck without any mistake, and as long as they pressed down slightly, the blood would immediately shoot out like a fountain. Those four hands were very strong and accurate in grasping several important parts of his hands and feet, pinning the joints, which must have been a technique that had been practiced and practiced countless times. The swords on his shoulders and thighs pierced through the muscles, so even if he had the fighting spirit, he would only be pressed there by the swordsmen in disgrace.

It's all too fast. From the time he first found out that he had been ambushed, then he dodged, counterattacked, escaped, and finally captured, it was only a little more than a deep breath.

However, Asa knew that he was not wronged, and the swordsmen who held him down were all stuck in those broken ice, and they were all dripping with blood. In the face of the 'Ice Burst' just now, they didn't dodge and retreated, but only slightly covered their faces, if it weren't for the leather armor on their bodies that had enough defensive power, they would all have fallen. Asa had to admit that even if he was smarter, he really couldn't help it in the face of such a few opponents who were highly skilled and tacitly cooperated, and they could not even kill them to achieve their goals.

The weakness of the detachment made every wound on his body hurt even more, and the blood continued to flow, and the two long swords that pierced through his shoulders and thighs almost pinned him to the ground, one of which seemed to pass through the bones, and he felt as if even his own bone marrow was flowing down the sword.

"What are you doing? Do you know that I am a priest of the Academy of Magic? What do you mean by doing this? Do you want to rebel?" Even Asa himself felt that his words were boring, old-fashioned, and weak, but now he could only hope for the effect of this official tone.

Several swordsmen did not react to his words, and even the expressions on their faces did not fluctuate, the blade of the sword was still intimately next to the veins in his neck, and the few powerful hands were still firmly working on his joints and a few vital points. The magician and the swordsman with the broken arm in the distance also walked slowly, but neither spoke. The group seemed to be mere machines of battle and action, completely unresponsive to anything else.

But a man farther away suddenly jumped out.

The man had been watching cautiously from a distance, ready to flee at any moment, and did not dare to come out even when Asa was pressed down, until now he heard Asa's voice and knew that he was completely safe and victorious, and then jumped out from behind the trees. Very elated, his voice sounded like he was singing: "How about it? This time I finally got caught, I finally won, and finally let you ****." I said it a long time ago, if you dare to go against me, you are looking for death. ”

"Sure enough, it's you. I knew it was time to kill you. Asa looked viciously at the triumphant Prime Minister.

"Oops. Xuan, who was dizzy from being thrown out by Asa and fell, finally stood up, but the bloody situation in front of her immediately stunned her. She ran to the prime minister's son, trembling and asked, "Didn't you say that you were just looking for a few people to beat him?

This morning the aristocratic prince found her and said that he had a good business for her to help with. It was for her to drag the young man who often came to her into the woods outside the city, and to give him his address.

At that time, she was also very strange, but this noble son explained to him that he had a little conflict with this guy and wanted to find someone to beat him, but it was difficult to do it in the city, so he had to find a way to trick him out.

She sensed something was wrong. But the noble prince immediately promised not to hurt his life or break his hands and feet, but only to teach her a lesson, and immediately took out ten gold coins and stuffed them into her, and promised to give her ten more gold coins afterwards.

Twenty gold coins, which can almost make her worry about food and clothing for the rest of her life. What's more, if it was just a beating, it didn't seem to be anything to him, so Xuan almost happily dragged Asa all the way over.

But now that the ground is full of blood, and the two swords have pierced his body, it seems that he will immediately want his life, Xuan tremblingly took out a few gold coins from his arms, walked up to Modo with a crying voice, and said: "I will pay you back this money, and I don't want ten gold coins, I beg you to release him quickly, I will take him to the doctor, he will die like this." ”

"Look at you. Mordo gave the prostitute a slap in the face and knocked her to the ground. It took a lot of saliva with this woman this morning so that she could bring people out without suspicion or flaws, and the dignified prime minister's son went to discuss with a prostitute, and it would be a shame for this kind of thing to get out. But because his father strictly forbade him to bring people out to mess around again, he had to do these things himself.

Xuan on the ground hugged Modo's feet and continued to cry and beg: "I beg you to let him go, I can give you money..."

"Get out. The prime minister's son kicked her away with a few hard kicks on Xuan's head and face, and pulled out a knife to make a few strokes. "Stupid woman, wait until I kill this guy and then come back to deal with you slowly. ”

Modo walked towards Asa with his knife, but shivered at the look at Asa's glare. He hesitated, as if he was unwilling to be frightened, but he felt that he was still a little afraid, so he ordered the swordsmen: "First cut off all his hands and feet." ”

The swordsmen remained unmoved. The magician spoke, apparently the leader of the men. With the simplicity and rigidity of a typical ascetic on his face, he said, "Lord Modo, this target has completely lost its ability to resist. I recommend that he be temporarily detained pending trial before being executed. ”

"What, do you doubt me?" roared the Prime Minister with a little irritation.

The magician's voice was as dry as a piece of dry wood, but it carried weight: "We don't know who he is, and we don't care who he is. We just obey orders. What I just said is just a suggestion to you. ”

Modo took out a letter of order and a seal from his bosom and shook it, and said, "You have seen it, this is a token of your captain, and the letter of appointment says that it is clear that all affairs are under my command." All you have to do is listen to the commands, and whatever I say, you will do it. ”

"I'm just suggesting. The magician repeated dryly. "Suggestion. ”

"No need for advice, just follow my command. "The Prime Minister's son is concerned about the prestige of the Holy Knights, so he didn't show the temper he should have. He looked at Asa, he originally wanted to torture him well, but now it seems that these big guys of the Holy Knights are not very easy to control, and he must avoid Ye Changmengduo from slaughtering this guy as soon as possible.

"I'll pee now, and I'll give you a treat if you eat it. He looked proudly at this opponent who had made him ugly so many times and made him suffer as if he could not get rid of it, but now that he had finally stepped under his feet, he fully felt the triumph of victory, and reached out to untie his belt. "But even if you don't drink it, I'm going to drench you. Do you know what it smells like when you are drenched in urine on a wound? How is it to take it? Or am I terrible? Do you want to ask for mercy? Do you have anything else to say?

"Yes. Asa cried out half-dead. "******, aren't you going to help?