Captain Roland carried Sandru on his shoulders and strode away, and Geffenhardt XVII was also pulled by him to run all the way panting, disgraced, and without the slightest emperor spirit.

This place was originally far away from the seclusion of the town, and a large area around it had been beaten by the indiscriminate bombardment of magic and sword qi in the battle with the necromancer, like a wilderness, and because of the terrifying aura emitted by the huge corpse puppet, all the animals and birds were far away from this area. It's like a desert dead place. And Roland carried one on his shoulders and ran around the dead land.

"Please, can you slow down? Don't you know how to respect the elderly...... You used such a method to frame me...... Needless to say, it must be the little guy Aiden's mouth...... He's miserable, and I know he must be miserable. He must not have known the consequences of making me angry, it was serious, serious...... I said don't jump, my bones can't stand ......it," Sandru on Roland's shoulder grumbled again. Although he himself said that he had broken at least fifty or sixty bones, looking at his spirit of constantly talking to himself, it seemed that it would not be a big problem to break another fifty or sixty.

According to his own words, he hadn't experienced this feeling of stepping into the ghost gate for at least thirty years. It seems that no one has ever used space magic to attack and destroy, but once it is used, although the scope of destruction is only a little bit, the distorted space is impossible to resist.

But after all, he was not wrenched into a pile of minced meat by this trap. It wasn't his luck that the teleportation scroll was an inferior product, or that his cultivation was high enough to break through that layer of spatial distortion, but because the effect of the spatial lock used by the three necromancers before hadn't completely dissipated.

The scrolls of the space lock and their preciousness and rarity. Sandru didn't expect that Master Aiden and the three would use this kind of thing in the previous battle, and he couldn't detect it purely because of the power of the locked space, and Master Aiden himself didn't take the initiative to remind him.

And the space is locked for a short time. If Sandru had used the teleportation scroll a few seconds later, the power of the shattered space would have turned him into a piece of meat in the moment it unfolded. And when he unfolded the scroll, it happened to be the final stage of the magic being disturbed. So the trap that was supposed to have an immediate effect has been delayed slightly. It's a pity that he didn't notice the anomaly in time. Fortunately, in the end, the destructive power that originally erupted inward was all radiated outward under the influence of the space lock, only to cut the large carved landmark he was sitting on the ground into pieces. And he himself was just dizzy from the oscillations of the magic that emanated, and he fell directly from the sky.

If it weren't for Captain Roland catching him down there, this failed teleportation trap could have turned him into a pile of rotten tomatoes. But even with the skills of the head of the Holy Knights, it is impossible to catch a person who has fallen from a height of nearly a thousand meters, so that he will not be completely unharmed. Although Roland used five methods and eight sword qi in mid-air to continuously unload and dissipate the unloading force, but in the end, when he received him, he heard the crackling sound of bones cracking and a hysterical scream from the old man's body, but fortunately, Roland's method of picking him up was exquisite, and he did not let a broken bone pierce into the fatal place.

The spatial oscillation did not tear Sandru's ** to pieces, but it shocked his mana to the point of trickling. Not only did it make the corpse puppet collapse. I can't even use healing on myself for the time being. And Captain Roland Bei is excellent in swordsmanship. But he didn't use any magic, so he could only lie on the ground and hum until he barely condensed some mana before reluctantly recovering the broken bones one by one.

"Ah, I said you don't jump, okay?" Sandru snorted again. Although the bones have basically been reconnected, it is impossible to walk like a fly right away, and even if it is so violently, it will be painful all over the body.

Captain Roland did not answer. Still striding forward, the other hand grabbed the tired Gffenhardt. His face was as solemn as frost now. After hearing that Sandru said that the cardinal's true identity was a necromancer, and that this sneak attack on the emperor was completely from him, he immediately picked up Sandru, who couldn't move, and pulled up His Majesty the Emperor and left. With his mind and experience, he naturally understood that the situation was not good.

A necromancer doing whatever he wants in the royal capital not only worries Roland, but even Geffenhardt becomes a headless fly. If he hadn't witnessed the miraculous old man's unbelievable means of repelling three necromancers with the power of one person, he would not have believed that the cardinal who could heal the queen was actually a notorious necromancer.

Sandru...... Are you really sure, sir? If so...... Queen, how is she now, is it really good?" asked Geffenhardt, gasping for breath and crying, in a staccato voice. He'd asked the question at least a dozen times, but Sandru seemed to have been reluctant to pay attention to him, and he kept asking it.

Sandru had been ignoring him, but now he seemed to be forced to get impatient, and suddenly replied: "Okay, okay, that chick is much more energetic than you...... Now she's so energetic that it's okay for you to eat you, I'll tell you......"

Hearing this, Roland immediately paused. Coughed. He seemed to have vaguely sensed something from Sandru's previous description, and now that he heard these words, although he couldn't fully understand them, he also knew the general idea.

"If it weren't for that bastard, how could I have been in the mood to talk this nonsense to this kid here?" Sandru snorted disdainfully, looked at Geffenhardt and said viciously, "Boy, look at your waste, I'm afraid you can't even hold a heavier sword." If it weren't for the fact that Ronis has been supporting you, and that I, an ally, want to protect you no matter what, I'd make you little creature a living zombie, so that you don't have to drag people everywhere and return to the annoying people who ask this and that...... A man can't even protect himself, but has to endanger others...... I originally thought that indecisive men were the most annoying, but how could I know that there are even more annoying ...... like you"

Geffenhardt's face turned green when he heard this, and he stumbled and nearly fell under his feet.

Although he himself does not have an emperor shelf. It seems that he has long been accustomed to others solving problems for him and even fully assuming the responsibility of being the emperor, and he is not at all conscious as the lord of a country. But after all, he was an emperor. These are the words that no one would ever dare to say to him.

"Mr. Sandru, please say a few words. Your Majesty, you don't need to ask about these things, you will naturally find out when the time comes. Roland sighed, put Gffenhardt on his shoulder, and continued to run forward.

The only way to get back to the capital as soon as possible is to recreate a flying corpse golem with the help of Sandru. But for now, leaving aside the issue of his mana recovery, there are no more creatures in this area, let alone corpses. So now Roland can only run, run out of this barren land.

The first swordsman of the Eastern Continent. The leader of the Holy Knights who rule the continent of Megatron. Now he is running like a coolie carrying two people through a wasteland. And there are two people on his shoulders, one is the emperor of the largest empire on the mainland. One is the terrifying necromancer, which is definitely the most incredible and ridiculous scene, but none of them can laugh.

In the royal capital, the headquarters of the Holy Knights, the priest of the magic school reported the prisoner's escape to the cardinal, who was discussing the matter with Lord Rodhart.

"Someone robbed the prison?" the cardinal's face changed instantly, and he immediately asked, "What about the Marquis, where is he now?"

"The Marquis suddenly didn't know where to go. Grand Priest Ryan said that there seemed to be a great magician among the prison robbers. But please don't worry, the Bishop has already sent someone to search the royal capital.

"Got it, you can step back first. Bishop Javi's face was cloudy, and he waved his hand for the priest to withdraw.

"Archmage, is it Cedros, the lord of Orfu?" asked Rodhart.

"No way. With Orfo's current situation, there is no way that Cedrus will have the time and energy to follow that guy all the way here. The teleportation magic array is now ineffective, and it is even more unlikely that he was teleported. Javi just thought about it, and he definitely dismissed the possibility. "Take 10,000 steps back and say that if you really need him to come here in person, there must be Gru with you. And if Gru came here...... Now there should be no way for the two of us to stand here and talk. ”

"But he didn't say when he was looking for me before that he still had such helpers, and he shouldn't hide it. The people who ambush you should be all their men. ”

"Archmage...... could that old man Ryan be mistaken?" Bishop Javi frowned.

"Although Grand Priest Ryan has a conservative and cautious personality, he still has a vision, and he has at least his reasons for saying this. ”

"There's so much he doesn't know, and it's not surprising that his judgment is wrong. I'm curious...... Marquis...... Your Excellency ......" Bishop Javi was a little hesitant when he spoke of the Marquis, as if he was not sure what to call him. "Why did he leave without saying a word? At least he should have informed me. However, this also shows that he saw some clues, knew what was going on and knew where he was fleeing, and there were two possibilities left, one was that the matter was urgent, and it was too late to inform me...... I don't want that to be a possibility......"

"I don't want ...... either," Rodhart said lightly. The two of them are now on the same side of interests.

Bishop Javi was silent for a moment, then said, "The second possibility is ...... He's sure he's going to fix it, and he doesn't need to tell me...... I'm not blindly optimistic, I know his personality is not going to do things that I don't know if I'm not sure of......"

"Can the Marquis know where he is?"

"Not only can he know, but the two of us should also think about it...... Whether he is rescued by someone or runs out on his own, there must be only one place he will go to first......"

"Prime Minister's Mansion......" Rodhart nodded immediately. "Do you want us to take the troops right away?"

Bishop Javi thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Since he is here, I don't think we need it...... And since he was in such a hurry to rush over, and the Magic Academy and the Prime Minister's Mansion were not close here, I am afraid that the matter has also come to an end during the time that the person who reported it came, and it may be useless for us to rush there now...... Or if it's not good to make a big fuss now, that kid is just three people, or three wanted criminals who can't see the light, and it doesn't pose an obstacle to our current plan......"

Rodha nodded: "Yes." Rather than wasting time on the three of them that wasn't necessarily productive, I thought we might as well go to the palace as soon as possible. Even if the Marquis doesn't deal with them and the Prime Minister is on their side, we will take care of the matter and the overall situation will be under our control. ”

"Well said. Then we should go faster. Bishop Javi looked at Rodhart and smiled. These words are actually what he thinks in his heart, so there is praise in this smile, and there is a tacit understanding that he is equally intelligent and discerning, but there are also some wariness between his kind, like two snakes.

But this kind of caution is not too serious, because a smart person like this would never do anything stupid. Bishop Javi knew that as long as he was a native of Deya Valley and represented His Majesty the Pope of Celeste, then this ally, perhaps as smart as himself, would never betray him. They do things as accurately and regularly as they do things, as long as they know one plus one, the result must be two.

At this time, in the valley of Deya.

As soon as the Marquis appeared in the teleportation magic array, he saw Master Aiden and another necromancer watching him outside.

"Acting Guild Chief, you're finally back, I wonder what you're going to do?" Master Aiden looked at him coldly.

"I'm sorry, I'm just going to take care of some personal matters. The Marquis was a little surprised. Although he knew that they must have suffered at the hands of Sandru, he did not know why they had come to him.

"Did you know that Nopolit died? at the hands of Sandru. "Master Aiden's eyes and voice were as cold as the icy wind on Mount Sandface.

"What? really? this is really the mis......fortune of the Valley of Dia," the Marquis stood a little wary. He wasn't too worried, though, believing that no matter what happened, it would be impossible for the necromancers to do anything to each other in the Valley of Dia.

Master Aiden's eyes and voice were colder and more severe: "Don't you know? ”