Chapter 010: Burning at the stake

Characters in this chapter: Alleyne, Mocha, Jamila, Wiggins, Manid, Jager, and Strong. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

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A dozen gray cloaks danced around a huge pillar, filled with branches in the middle, and a gray cloak was holding a torch to be lit, and the people tied to the pillar looked desperate, and some of them said something in their mouths, as if they were pleading.

Several men dressed in black monks' robes, holding up their wooden staffs in their hands, their faces covered by their low hoods, and their mouths uttered a long chant: "The night is long, the light is short, the darkness comes, God bless all the people, the holy fire burns all the evils, sharpen my gold, slay the demons ......"

In front of them were seven or eight bound men and women, and behind them was a blazing fire.

A word instantly popped into Aren's mind: burning at the stake.

Burning at the stake!!

Without time to think about it any more, Alleyne drew his sword, and pointed straight ahead: "Everyone, attack!

"There is an enemy......" One of the pilgrims had just run into the river beach when he was shot in the back by a crossbow arrow and fell to the ground.

Szhuanger and the other mercenaries followed, and the chanting pilgrims soon spotted them, and it seemed that he was more suitable to be a gladiator.

"Kill!" said Aren, and Manid and the other crossbowmen immediately fired arrows at the crowd around the fire, and Arenn rushed first, accompanied by the screams of arrows and the screams of the pilgrims.

Jager threw his axe as he rushed forward, and the other mercenaries discarded the crossbow that had been loaded with arrows, and took up their weapons and rushed into the warband.

The pilgrims were killed or wounded in the first round of attacks, and many of them were not armed during the ceremony, and immediately fell into chaos.

"Followers of the true God, do not be dismayed!" shouted a black-robed priest standing on a high platform in front of the flame, "take up arms to defend the flame ......of light!"

Alleyn saw him preaching from afar, and shot an arrow into his throat, so that the black-robed priest could no longer make a sound, and his body shook and fell straight into the flames.

Fear spread like wildfire among the pilgrims, and many began to flee.

Another black-robed priest organized resistance on the outside of the flame, but was split in half by the two-handed battle axe, and the pilgrims who had finally gathered no longer had the slightest intention to fight, and fled in all directions.

"Don't chase! kill those who don't escape!" Alleyne ordered loudly.

The battle went very smoothly, and the start to the end was unbelievably short.

"Fla ****!Alyssa, where are you?" Manid had already slid down the valley and ran over.

A black-haired girl tied up in the captives responded, "Manid, I'm here!

Manid ran up to help her untie the ropes, and Ryan and the other crossbowmen followed, joining Elleon, Strong, and the others.

Around the originally crowded flame, there were now only a dozen or so captives and corpses strewn by pilgrims, as well as a black-clad priest with an arrow in his left shoulder and an arrow in his right knee—a living mouth that Alleyne had deliberately left behind.

Although the black-clothed priest had basically lost his combat effectiveness, he stood up tremblingly with the wooden staff in his hand, almost pressing the weight of his whole body on the wooden staff.

Manid stepped forward and pointed at him, "You inhuman people, do you know what you're doing? You're burning at the stake!

The black-clothed priest said expressionlessly, "They have offended the great god Medius, and they deserve such punishment." “

Manid was suddenly angry, and his chest was filled with anger: "Don't lie here to confuse the people! Could it be that God is guiding you to kill?"

Until the end, the black-clothed priest stood in front of the huge burning stake, and his eyes were not confused as he looked at the mercenary who suddenly appeared.

The black-clad priest scanned the surroundings, and finally his gaze fell on Aren's body, and he burst out laughing, the shadows flickering in the firelight.

Wiggins walked over and looked at the guy curiously, "You guys are either dead or you're running away, and you can still laugh? Are you stupid?"

"I am glad!" said the black-clothed priest to him suddenly, "the long night is coming, and darkness is shrouded! the whole world is about to fall into endless darkness! Wake up, mortals! Only the true god can protect you! And today, the true god has finally sent the legendary hero to me!"

"True God, hero?" said Manid, snorting, pointing to the corpses of the pilgrims around him, "I have only seen your believers die under the protection of the true God, and besides, did your true God make you rob the caravans?

"Everything in the world belongs to the true God!" the black-clothed priest cried out, "These believers are dead in the eyes of mortals, but they are actually summoned to heaven by the favor of the true god!, and their deaths are not meaningless!You, our hero, have finally appeared!" said the black-clothed priest with his withered right hand and pointed his index finger at Elleon.

The crowd also focused on Arynn, but Aren't focused on his words.

"You know me?" said Alleyne as he fiddled with his black robe with his half-sword, and there were indeed gray flame patterns on the black robe in the firelight. "What's the pattern on your dress?"

"I don't know," the black-clothed priest shook his head, "I don't even know your name, but I know your existence, and the true god has prophesied your coming!

"What is this pattern?!" the sacrificial words were incendiary, but Helem was unmoved by his words.

"This is the holy fire!" the black-clothed priest forcibly took off his robe and threw it in front of you, the robe spread on the ground in the wind, and the silver-gray lines scorched and glittered in the firelight, "Put it on! In the near future, you will be clothed in the holy fire! Fight for the true God!hahaha......" He looked up to the sky and laughed, staggered back, stepped into the holy fire behind him, and the laughter turned into a terrible howl, and suddenly a blue flame rose from the priest's body, and in an instant the orange flame became blue as if a bucket of water had been poured into the dye, and the cry of the sacrifice stopped.

"Wow, it looks like you've found the 'Still Flame,'" Manid walked over to Alleyne, looked at the black robe, shook his head, and said, "If memory serves, this thing is the 'harbinger of destruction' in your prophecy, ah, I wish you never found it." ”

At this time, Jamila suddenly screamed. Trembling, she dug out an earring from the fire, and stroked the pattern on it for a long time, tears flowing down like beads of broken thread.

Alleyne walked up to her and slowly squatted down: "You, do you have any other relatives?"

Jamila whimpered and cried, and only after a while wiping her tears did she say: "No, my father and mother are my only relatives, but now, they are also ......" Speaking of this, she couldn't help it anymore, so she simply squatted on the ground and cried.

When her crying was a little quieter, Alleyne patted her on the back gently: "Okay, it's okay, it's all over, you won't experience war again." ”

She lifted her little face full of tears, and felt pitiful in the sunlight.

Looking at her face, Ellen was struck for the first time by her sad beauty. He didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only wipe away the tears on her face as gently and gently as possible: "Yes, it will." If it doesn't, I'll make it will. ”

Jamila stared at him blankly, not knowing how to wipe the tears from her face, just staring at him like this, as if she wanted to see through his soul.

Alleyne was blushing and heartbeat at her, and hurriedly stood up to see if there was any loot, but he didn't know what he was thinking, and there was always a voice in his ear that said, "Hurry up, leave quickly." ”

Get out of here!—Alleyne shouted inwardly at his leg, but it seemed to be grounded, and it just wouldn't listen.

Suddenly, Jamila slowly stood up, and the lotus dress slowly unfolded with her movements, like a blooming lotus flower, unstained with a single dust.

But her gaze never left Alleyne for a moment, and there were strange feelings in her eyes, sadness, some peace that should not have been, and some faint joy.

Alleyne stood still, not daring to look back at her.

She walked slowly, and the lotus skirt dragged a shallow trail on the ground.

Alleyne felt a pair of delicate and dexterous hands around his waist, and Jamila quietly pressed her face against his back.

It seemed that the warmth of Ellen reminded her of something, and her body trembled, and tears fell disobediently, wetting Ellene's clothes.

Alleyne turned around and hugged her, and whispered in her ear: "Don't worry, you will follow me from now on, I will definitely save you from the war, and at the same time, I will definitely avenge your parents." This is my vow. ”