Lose your marbles!

The man in front of him has gone completely insane!

Shira looked at Moya, and a sense of infinite fear began to grow in her heart.

"Crazy! You're a complete lunatic! ”

She shouted in horror and looked around again and again, and suddenly, she saw the wizard's tower that was still half left behind Moya.

Then, Shira's pupils contracted violently, as if she had finally reacted to something, and the arm that could still move grabbed a sharp gravel and smashed it into her temple in recklessness.

But someone moves faster than her.

I saw four rock spikes rush out of the ground in an instant, piercing Sheila's limbs, and a large amount of blood splattered onto Moya's body.

"Rest assured, your life is not for wasting in such a place."

Moya looked at Shira and said with a smile on her face.

"Kill me! If you have the ability, you will kill me! Darn! ”

Shira looked at Moya and spat out a mouthful of blood in his face, but Moya didn't care.

With a calm expression, he sliced through Sheila's limbs with a blade made of magic under Sheila's terrified gaze, pulling out all her tendons and hamstrings.

"Uhhhh

Shira screamed, and her body, which was trampled under Moya's feet, struggled frantically, but in the next second, with a faint sound of breaking the air, the screams suddenly turned into continuous whimpering.

"It's too noisy, you better be quiet for a while."

Moya smiled as he looked at the bloody half of his tongue that had fallen to the ground.

Then, he lifted up Shira, who was struggling and squirming frantically, ignoring the other party's terrible whimper, and carried the other party in the direction of the wizard's tower.

Boom!

The heavy door was kicked open by Moya, and he glanced at the empty hall, glanced at it, and walked straight in the direction of the basement.

Then, Moya kicked open the door to the entrance to the basement floor.

A faint smell of blood filled the air, and the basement floor was where Sheila used to make all kinds of potions, and now there were no living people here.

Mo Ya carried Sheila, ignoring the other party's struggles, and walked quickly to the second basement floor, and as soon as he entered the door, a rancid smell came to his nose.

Along the aisle, there are rows of iron fences on both sides, and behind the fences, figures with numb expressions are lying around, huddled in dark and damp corners.

Moya stood in front of the gate, a witchcraft was used, and huge hands made of rocks appeared out of thin air in front of all the iron gates.

Boom!

Under Moya's control, with the sound of iron being smashed and broken, all the prison doors were torn open by him.

Those figures with numb expressions were all stunned by Moya's behavior.

Mo Ya looked at the crowd in front of him, and after scanning around, he locked his eyes on a little girl, and a strange glint flashed in his eyes.

Then, I saw Mo Ya take a step, walked over, came to the other party's side, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the other party's head, and said gently:

"Don't be afraid, no one is going to hurt you anymore."

He half-crouched down, spoke softly, and smiled, like a kind big brother next door.

Then, he looked at the girl's left hand, and saw that there was a purple-black bruise on the other party's elbow, and if he swept it with mental power, he would find that the bones of the girl's left arm had been severely broken.

"I'm sorry, can I trouble you to lie down, it's more convenient for me to treat."

Mo Ya looked at the girl's left arm, stared at each other tenderly, and said softly.

The girl felt Moya's warm tone, looked at the soft color in the other party's eyes, the fear on her face gradually eased, she nodded, and lay down on the ground carefully according to Moya's request.

"Good, what an obedient and good boy."

Moya gently touched the other party's hair, then ripped off a strip of cloth from his body, folded it and wet it, and handed it to the other party's mouth.

"It might hurt later, can you bear with it? I will finish the treatment as soon as possible. ”

The girl looked at Moya's gentle and apologetic expression, her eyes flickered slightly, she nodded silently, and bit the strip of cloth.

Then, Moya took a deep breath, condensed a blade of sharp magic in his hand, and slashed lightly towards the girl's left arm.

The purple-black skin was cut open in an instant, and dark red blood flowed out, and then, Moya's movements instantly accelerated, and he quickly disposed of the broken necrotic tissue, and after fixing the broken bones with magic power, he released a healing technique.

A soft light enveloped the girl's arm, and the wound on the girl's arm began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the broken bones that had been spliced together by magic quickly bonded together and grew back together.

In less than two minutes, the girl's arm, which was almost gone, was restored.

"Alright, get up."

Mo Ya supported the girl, helped the other party up from the ground, and then gently wiped the cold sweat on the other party's forehead.

"What a strong child, you will definitely be able to become an excellent person in the future."

He praised the other party in a gentle tone, stood up, touched the other party's head, and was about to turn around when he suddenly felt someone tugging at the corner of his clothes.

"Thank you..."

The girl pinched the corner of his coat, lowered her head, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

"It's nothing to me, and it's what I'm supposed to do."

Moya said with a smile, and then he looked at the crowd around him.

After seeing him treat the girl, the eyes of the rest of the people looking at him also changed slightly, and the fear faded a lot.

"If anyone else has an injury, I will try my best to treat you."

Moya said in a gentle voice, holding up a bolt of illumination and a small ball of fire, dispelling the darkness and coldness of the room.

The crowd gradually stirred, and after a short period of commotion, a middle-aged man walked out tremblingly.

"Big... My lord, I... Ahem! ”

As soon as the middle-aged man spoke, he suddenly coughed violently, and the red blood overflowed directly from the corners of the other party's mouth, and two lines of blood also flowed from the wings of his nose.

"Don't talk yet, lie down quickly, your condition is very serious and you need immediate treatment!"

When Mo Ya saw the man's situation, his expression changed, and he instantly came to the other party, asked the other party to lie down, and quickly used witchcraft to heal while cutting open the other party's chest.

After more than ten minutes, Mo Ya breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the other party's wounds that had healed, and exclaimed:

"Get up, it's all right."

The middle-aged man stood up, his face grateful, and he was about to kneel down immediately, but he was supported by Mo Ya in time.

"My lord, I ......!"

"Just call me Moya, I just did what I had to do,"

Mo Ya said with a smile, while looking at the people around him, and said loudly:

"You too, all of you, don't need to bow down to me or call me an adult, that would be an insult to me!"

"If you want to be grateful to me, please do what I say, this is the greatest help to me."

Mo Ya's loud voice echoed in the basement, and the expressions of everyone present were moved.

"Okay, who else needs treatment next, please hurry."

After Mo Ya finished speaking, he looked at everyone with a smile and said.

In the hours that followed, Moya became extremely busy.

There are a total of 213 people in the basement, of which 29 have serious illnesses or injuries, 33 need some treatment, and there are some problems that need to be dealt with.

By the time Moya was done, the time had changed from afternoon to late night.

"Hoo ......"

Mo Ya wiped the sweat from his head, a look of exhaustion appeared on his face, looked at the young man in front of him, and nodded.

"Alright, it's all right, get up."

Mo Ya said softly, looking at the crowd at the same time, the young man just now was the last person to need treatment.

"Moya... Your Excellency, you better take a break. ”

A more mature woman looked at Moya with worried eyes and persuaded her.

"Thank you for your concern, Dinah, but I'm not as fragile as you think."

Mo Ya smiled softly and stood up.

"We still have one more thing to do."

Moya specifically uses the word 'we'.

I saw him stand up and come to the entrance of the basement under the gaze of everyone.

Sheila, who had lost her limbs, was bound by the shackles made of rock, staring at Moya with extremely resentful eyes.

"Your Excellency Moya, what do you want to ......?"

"I defeated her, but instead of killing her, I brought her here, do you understand why?"

Moya looked at Sheila and then at the people behind her, her gentle tone gradually becoming more serious.

Everyone was silent, some shook their heads, some looked blank, and some looked thoughtful.

"Because I want you to kill her with your own hands!"

Mo Ya turned around, looked at everyone, and said with a serious expression.

"You are the real victims, and everything you have suffered should be paid by your own hands, not by my own will!"

As he spoke, Mo Ya beckoned to the side, and a somewhat rusty dagger flew out of the corner and fell into his hand.

He stepped forward, looked at the one standing at the front, handed the dagger into the other's hands, and pointed at Sheila.

"Don't kill her directly, you can choose to cut off a piece of her flesh, or you can stab her through her body, and when you feel enough is enough, give it to the next person."

The person who heard this was stunned, and Shira, who was not far away, widened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes showed an incomparably strong look of fear, and he began to struggle frantically, but he couldn't move.

"Think about what she's done, and think about what you've been through."

Mo Ya looked at the young man in front of him, stared at the other party, and said the identity of the other party:

"Dougoff, they're not wizards, they're animals who have given up their human identity!"

When the young man heard this, he raised his head sharply and stared at Shira, his eyes blood-red.

"Ahhh

Dogoff roared hysterically, grabbed the dagger, and stabbed at Shira in desperation.

The sound of flesh tearing sounded, and the rusty dagger pierced Shira's snow-white skin, and her charming face instantly became hideous and distorted.

A painful whimper came from Sheila's throat, but without her tongue, she could only make inexplicable whimpers.

But Dogoff didn't stop, but grabbed the dagger and frantically tore at the opponent's smooth and white skin, staining Shira's body as blood-red as his eyes.

"Why! Why do you do that! ”

"Why are you deceiving us!"

"Aren't you wizards like Lord Emerson! Don't you all talk about wizards like Moyath! ”

"Tell me! Beast! ”

"Why did you eat Dincole! Why are you throwing her in the oil pan! ”

"Die! You beasts should all be torn to pieces! ”

Dougov roared hysterically, tearing at Shira's flesh with his dagger again and again, two lines of tears running down his face, stained red by the blood on his face, as red as his hateful eyes.

The crowd behind him watched all this and fell silent.

Some couldn't help but lower their heads, gritted their teeth, clenched their fists, and Dougoff's reaction clearly resonated with them.

Moya stood aside, quietly looking at Doggoff, his calm pupils reflecting the other party's crazy figure.

Seeing Dougoff here was also a pure surprise for Moya.

In other words, if it weren't for the conversation and confirmation when he personally treated the other party, Mo Ya estimated that he wouldn't have recognized the withered man in front of him at all as a childhood companion who had talked and laughed with him half a year ago.

What had happened to Dougoff, Moya could roughly guess from his roar.

Dougoff's Denitole, Moya heard the other party say.

Half a year ago, on the night Moya returned to Kanter's temporary stay, Dougov and Moya talked about each other.

It was Dougoff's fiancée, a merchant, and Dougoff couldn't help but smile happily when he talked about her.

At that time, Moya also joked that they would definitely come to their wedding when they got married, and Dogoff was very excited at that time.

At that time, he remembered that Dougov had said that in a while, he planned to go north for a while to escort Dinique to complete an important deal, and then the two of them would settle down in Kanter Village to enjoy their lives.

But now......

Moya looked at Dogoff, who had already fallen into madness, and looked at Sheila, who was wailing madly, and his eyes gradually became cold.