Chapter 82: It has the power of God, but it is worse than the devil

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In a few breaths, Ota was already standing in the place where Ellie had passed out before, and there was still a slight aroma in the air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The white light in Otta's eyes flashed violently, and he didn't care much about it at this time, and glanced away into the darkness around him.

Suddenly, a dark shadow seemed to move in the direction of the barn, and the next moment it was gone.

"Hmph" Ota moved, and his body chased straight after him like a swift leopard.

Mo Wen was still very fast on his shoulders and had been observing for several days, and now he was familiar with hiding in the shadows and running forward.

Charrie's manor was once a meadow surrounded by a wooden fence, but now it is covered with cleared snow like a wall of snow.

There was a big hole in the snow wall nearly two meters high, and the entrance of the hole was covered by some dead branches.

After a short time, another figure flashed past the branches, but after rushing out of more than ten meters, the figure turned back again, it was Orta, looking at a pile of dead branches with flickering eyes.

The next moment, I saw a flash of white light on Otta's feet, and after a few steps, he stomped into the air under the snow wall, and landed steadily outside the wall in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the alarm horn also sounded in the castle behind him, and the shouts and cheers were faintly heard, and it seemed that Xia Rui and they also noticed the abnormality.

Ota saw it very clearly this time, in the open space dozens of meters ahead, there was a black shadow that seemed to hear the shout in the direction of the castle, and looked back, only to see the figure of Ota who had just fallen down, and the eyes of the two were facing each other across the air.

Mo Wen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in his heart: "This deputy instructor named Ota is really good, if he hadn't looked back, he would have been chased here and I wouldn't know it." ā€

Then he turned around and ran wildly without thinking, and there was a forest more than 100 meters ahead, although the leaves were not blocked, and the snow was still very thick, but there were a few traps left there as a backhand, and a carriage and a few men were prepared in a dark nest outside the woods, which was also a big help.

Mo Wen is still very confident in his speed, although he is carrying a woman on his shoulder, but the weight of this hundred catties does not have much impact at all, although he was chased by Ota without checking for a while, but Mo Wen has a great confidence to escape, and he has fifty percent confidence to kill Ota in the woods, as the No. 1 infiltrator of the Dark Knight in Kurgea City, he grabbed a tongue and kidnapped a person, and he has never missed.

When he confidently spread his steps, and the woods in front of him were already close at hand, Mo Wen suddenly noticed that the afterglow of his left eye seemed to see something, so he turned his head to take a look.

Just this glance, but he was so frightened that his mouth opened wide, and he stood in place with a sudden pause under his feet, due to excessive force, Ellie on his shoulder almost flew out, fortunately, this was the last important hostage he used to save his life, Mo Wen's arm was tightly retracted, and he actually dragged Ellie back and blocked him in front of him, and at the same time, with a movement of his left hand, a dagger was already on Ellie's neck.

In front of him, Ota was wrapped in a white hazy light at this time, which was particularly dazzling in the dark night, and an indescribable divine aura was revealed, as if it was a god mansion that had moved from darkness to light, which was breathtaking.

"You're a remnant of the dwarves?"

Mo Wen obviously knew something, and asked subconsciously. His mind immediately remembered the secret information that only the Dark Knight could see, and he had also seen countless times the portraits of the Holy See depicting gods left by the dwarves, wasn't this how they were shrouded in aura?

At this moment, he was both a little surprised and a little afraid.

Surprisingly, he accidentally found a clue about the remnants of the dwarf, and if this news can be passed on, it will be a great achievement, and it will naturally be a matter of promotion and knighthood. But the dwarves' depictions of gods, as well as their crazy worship of the great power of gods, also made him inexplicably afraid.

"Let her go, tell where you came from, and spare you from dying. Ota's icy voice rang out.

As a dark knight, Mo Wen also has strong self-control and strong willpower, which is not so easy to succumb.

I saw that the dagger in his hand was tight, and a cold light flashed in his eyes in the hood, and he said coldly: "Throw away the weapon in your hand, and then kneel on the ground and raise your hands high, don't try to resist, otherwise I will kill her, hurry up, do as I say, don't waste my patience." ā€

Mo Wen also has his own means, that is, issuing orders one after another, not giving Orta time to think about countermeasures to resist, which is a common trick used by the Dark Knight to capture the rebels, and it is also very effective.

Orta looked at him expressionlessly and asked, "Since your master Kerry sent you to capture Ellie alive, am I right?"

How do you know that Mo Wen sneered unmoved: "Do you think that Marquis Kerry is just a waste of sperm worms?" Heh, it seems that you are very ignorant, he has a woman who is more beautiful than your sister, and all he cares about is face." ā€

"It's because you resisted in the square, and because you threatened him, that he was very interested, and what he said would definitely be done, so here I am. Of course, if he knew that there was a dwarven remnant here, or even a nest of remnants, his interest would not be in your sister, so no one cared about her life or death. ā€

"The dwarven remnants, the dwarven remnants' lair, just got the secret book of the dwarven forging, and now they are the dwarven remnants, this is really a bit inexplicable......" Just when Ota was a little speechless, Mo Wen shouted:

"Throw away your weapon and get on your knees with your hands raised or I'll really kill her. ā€

"You won. Ota threw away the iron prosthetic leg in his hand, and from the words of the man in front of him, Ota already clearly knew what kind of opponent Kerry was, and he would never blame his subordinates for a woman, so Ota didn't dare to continue gambling.

"Kick it over, kneel, don't think about resisting......" Mo Wen continued to shout with a light in his eyes.

Ota kicked the prosthetic leg over, got to his knees, and raised his hands.

Mo Wen was still very cautious, and did not let go of Elle to pick up the iron prosthesis, but glanced at the prosthetic leg that rolled to his feet and asked a little unconsciously: "What kind of weapon are you? How is it a metal arm, what is the origin of this thing, and how to use it?" ā€

It was the first time for Mo Wen to see this kind of iron glove that was exactly the same as his arm, with five thick fingers on it, a strange style, and a white light cluster the size of a fingernail circulating on the metal arm, and immediately felt that this must be the treasure of the dwarf clan, with great strength, and asked eagerly with secret joy in his heart.

ā€œ...... It is an artifact with immense power that can help you get everything you dreamed of. "Ota didn't know how to explain the origin and purpose of this 'weapon', so he could only boast.

Mo Wen still didn't dare to believe it, and glanced at Ota suspiciously, seeing that he lowered his head and had a strange expression on his face, as if he was extremely reluctant, and finally leaned down a little impatiently.

"Don't think about resisting, I'm looking at you. Mo Wen, who leaned over, was still staring at Otta, which showed how high his vigilance was.

"Well, I'll give you this treasure, I'm giving you a hundred gold coins, can you please let us go?" said Orta in order to dispel his doubts.

If I had a hundred gold coins, and I had to go to such great lengths to build this thing and sell it? I'm really a master of making up nonsense, Ota thought to himself.

"Don't think about perfunctory...... Mo Wen said when his fingers touched the metal prosthesis, but before he could finish speaking, he saw his body stiffen, and his eyes under the hood seemed to have seen something incredible, and they stared widely.

Now is the time. Orta shouted loudly in his heart, his figure suddenly rose, and he grabbed one palm away.

After all, Mo Wen is not the Marquis of Lemmon, he is a member of the Dark Knights, a warrior who has been tempered by life and death. I saw his stiff body tremble violently, and the image of the orc leader in his mind disappeared in shatters, his eyes blinked twice and suddenly came back to his senses, and the dagger in his hand stabbed Ellie's abdomen.

He recovered quickly and moved quickly, but he was still a little slower than Orta.

I saw a palm wrapped in a white light suddenly fall and grab his wrist, and a white light also entered his body in an instant, Mo Wen's body trembled again, but this time, he did not lose his mind, but stared at Ota's eyes with a look of fear.

There was a crisp crack of bones popping at his wrist, and blood and flesh began to drip down from Otta's hand, and Mo Wen's palm curled strangely and bent, and finally drooped softly.

The enormous power of Ota can be seen, this is the punishment of Mo Wen, and the pain is far from over.

Under the influence of the white light in his body, Mo Wen couldn't even scream a scream, except for the pain from his wrist, in his mind, several orcs were tearing his body, and he was watching all this soberly.

This is mental torture, which makes Mo Wen have more and more fear, and after the excessive fear comes, the muscle spasms, his eyeballs begin to burst out, every inch of skin and flesh begins to twist and twist, and it seems that countless small snakes are swimming in his body, and the abnormal coldness and despair attack from the depths of his bones.

Ellie had been held in Orta's arms, and with just one hand, he was able to restrain Mo Wen, who was known as the number one Black Knight infiltrator, until he finally passed out uncontrollably.

Deep in the castle, dungeons.

On the 'big' shaped cage, Mo Wenchi was tied to it naked, and he woke up with a shake of his head until a bucket of cold water was poured on his head.

On the opposite side, there was a person sitting in the Golden Knife of Dama, it was Xia Rui.

Xia Rui fiddled with the metal prosthetic leg in his hand and wondered, after Orta rescued Ellie, he handed over the assassin to the sergeant who rushed to hear the news, but gave this thing to himself and went upstairs, leaving only one sentence:

"I'm going to use this thing as the main business of the blacksmith's shop, you can take a look and give some advice. ā€

Stinky boy, this thing can't even reach in, how can you use it?" Xia Rui shook his head, then raised his head and asked, "Say, tell me everything you know. With that, the iron prosthetic leg in his hand shook.

Xia Rui said this purely casually, at most he wanted to poke his eyes with his fingers or something, and then he would smash his head, in short, there were more elements of scare.

After Mo Wen saw it, as if he had seen death, he raised his head in despair and his eyes instantly lost their brilliance, and he muttered:

"This is the punishment of the Father, it has the power of God, but it is worse than the devil, God, I don't want it, I don't want it..."

"Quick, open his mouth. At first, Xia Rui was still a little inexplicable to listen to what he said, and when Mo Wen opened his mouth and bit it down, Xia Rui immediately reacted, but it was too late.

I saw Mo Wen spurting out a mouthful of blood with a piece of tongue, and his head was crooked and out of breath.

"I... You... What do you mean?" Xia Rui stood on the spot with a metal prosthetic.