"How... How could it be !!"

Looking at the butler on the chair with a frightened face, Count Gil didn't take a few steps back after inhaling the cold air before stabilizing his body, no, it's already a dried corpse!

Holding back the desire to retch from the pungent and disgusting smell of burning, Count Gil looked away again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lying on his stomach on the chair, his back side up, his neck hanging weakly at the end of the back of the chair, Anthony's original hazel eyes have turned into pure black, and they are the kind of dead black that even the whites of his eyes are dyed together, while the skin of his whole body is a kind of burnt charcoal-like black, coupled with the golden holy light that still lingers all over his body, Count Gil has to be sure again that his butler is indeed dead, burned alive by the holy light.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

The whole hall had long since fallen into a deathly silence at the moment when Anthony was burned alive, and in the end, it was Count Gil who pulled out his gaze from the charred corpse and turned his head to look at Arthas, who had been calm all along.

"Faric!"

Arthas did not immediately respond to Count Gil, but turned his head to look at the paladin who had created the charred corpse in front of everyone.

"Your Highness, it seems that the other party's body can't withstand the purification of the holy light, and it may be that there are too many plague viruses in the other party's body, and the more the holy light purifies, the more the body will be burned, and finally the whole body will be spontaneously combusted!"

Retracting the last ray of light that still held in his hand, Farek stood up and continued to Arthas.

"A new type of plague virus of this level, without the cracking of a large number of mages and priests, a simple holy light purification technique can only..."

"Then use the Intermediate Purification Technique!Tyrechy Light, I remember you too!"

With a wave of his hand interrupting the paladin in front of him, Arthas's gaze turned to the nobles who were all looking at him nervously, and a trace of disgust and mockery flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it, and finally fixed his gaze on the nearest Earl of Gil.

"Count Gil, you should still have a butler at home!"

"Your Highness, why, that pariahs just now obviously survived the purification, although Anthony is not a full-time combat warrior, but he also has a third-order cultivation, why..."

"Because he eats too much new rice! Count Gil! Only this year's new rice has been contaminated, and although the old rice in the central granary must have been partially infected with the new rice, most of the old rice eaten by the poor people is still uninfected old rice!"

Coughing lightly, Faric, who was standing in front of Arthas, opened his mouth to explain, and then the pity in his eyes instantly made the face of the Earl in front of him turn red, and similarly, the other nobles in the hall all looked at Qiao Si on the ground with blue faces, once upon a time, they thought that Chen Mi, who would dirty their eyes even when they looked at it, turned out to be a straw for life, and those poor untouchables who didn't even have a meal at all, but because of this inexplicable disaster, they had a greater life than these nobles.

"All right, Count Gil!"

Arthas's cold words once again pulled back the nobles who had fallen into a strange mood, and all eyes were once again focused on Count Gil, who was lying there.

"If, if you just need to find a similar diet, you don't need my butler!

"Humph!"

Count Gil's staccato words were immediately interrupted by Arthas's cold snort, and Farrick, who was standing in front of the prince, walked silently and quickly to the gate, slammed it open, and pulled in a young man who was standing there in the door eavesdropping in alarm.

"Van Heer, who let you out!"

Seeing the young man who was carried in by Farrell like a chicken, Count Gil said with a furious expression.

"Van Heel, it doesn't matter!

Shaking his head, Arthas said in a cold voice, the young man in front of him obviously has an unusual relationship with Count Gil, but as far as Arthas knows, the other party currently has only one son, and his name is not Van Heer.

Bastard...

The coldness in Arthas's eyes became more and more intense, and even Count Jill, who wanted to say something when he heard the words, suddenly felt a chill in his heart after receiving Arthas's eyes, and didn't dare to say anything, took a step back slightly, and couldn't bear to look at it and turned his head.

"Tyrehy!"

After pressing Van Heer against the chair, several golden chains fixed him to the chair, and with a low chant, a pure white light slowly condensed in Farrell's hand.

As soon as he grabbed Van Heer's left hand, the light of Terrich in Farrell's hand fell on the other party's hand, and in the next second, with the young man's terrible screams, dense green spots began to emerge from his left hand, and the spots began to dissipate rapidly under the radiation of the white light, but this time there was no stench, and even the black smoke dissipated in the white light in an instant after it was generated.

In less than a minute, when Van Heer's screams began to be a little hoarse, Farrell withdrew the Tyrech Light from his hand, and ripped off the left sleeve of Van Heer's shirt with a hand, except for a little green at the shoulder, this left arm was no longer a little green.

"Go on!"

Seeming to breathe a sigh of relief, Farrell just stopped and started the purification of other parts under the urging of Arthas, in view of the failure just now, in addition to using the mid-level Holy Light Technique-Terrich Light for purification, Farrell also used a part of the purification method, and it turned out that at least so far the young man in front of him has not shown signs of being ignited by the Holy Light, but with the purification of the limbs and main body, Van Hill, who was confined to the chair, has also taken in less air and more out of breath, just when Farrell once again condensed a Tyresh Light to purify the opponent's head, the voice of Count Jill came from behind him。

"Wait, wait..."

Quickly stepped forward, but carefully dodged the purifying light in the hands of the paladin, Count Gil walked up to Van Heer, looked at the young man whose face was so pale that there was almost no difference between the dead, hesitated for a moment and then took out a purple crystal bottle the size of a thumb, opened the bottle and poured a small sip for the young man, and was relieved to see the other party's face suddenly put on a trace of red, and then turned around and returned to his seat again.

"Go on!"

Farrell was surprised by the sudden surge of vitality of the young man in front of him, when the sound of Arthas's urging was heard in his ears, and then the light of Tererich in the paladin's hand enveloped Van Heer's entire head.

"No!!"

However, the white light just enveloped Van Heer's brain for only a second, and the young man's entire brain turned into a golden flame in the pain and wail of Count Gil, and the next moment, as if a little oil pool was ignited, Van Heer's entire body turned into a golden living person just like Anthony just now, and the scorching holy flame turned Van Heer into a charred corpse in a few seconds, but it dissipated without even burning the chair behind him.

"Next!"

Count Gil's sorrow was suppressed by a cold voice in the next moment, and Arthas was still expressionless, except for a glance at the scorched young man who had failed in the final stage of healing, the prince's gaze had moved to the door again.

"Your Highness Arthas..."

Trembling slightly, Count Gil looked at Arthas in a trance.

"Next, one!"

“... Yes" (To be continued.) )