The samurai looked at each other, and finally the samurai, who was about to leave the news, said, "I'm sorry, Master Lawrence, but this matter is very important, and I must tell His Highness Sù Hasting." After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Lawrence, who was thundering, and walked away.

The thin black man lowered his head slightly, not daring to make contact with Lawrence's gaze, but said: "I'm sorry, Your Highness Lawrence, we didn't expect that there would be a demon in Master Richard's room, at first we thought it was the remnant who didn't have time to escape, but in any case, we didn't expect it to be Master Richard's capture." However, the Daxodas are cruel and have no precedent for surrender, so don't be fooled by their superficial appearances!"

Lawrence sighed, his gaze grazing over the faces of everyone present. Some of them were confused and some were pondering, but most of them looked at the demons with hatred. If it weren't for the thin black man mentioning the importance of the Danicklos royal family, I'm afraid these warriors would have pounced on him and fought hard with obsidian.

This happened suddenly, and Lawrence knew that he didn't have much to play in it, after all, he was no longer the Holy Constructor he used to be.

The thin black man said cautiously, "Your Highness Lawrence, these wounded cannot be delayed any longer. ”

Lawrence looked at the wounded again, and his experience allowed him to see that these people were extremely badly injured, and it was too late to do anything else. They sacrificed their lives in battle with the Daxodas, but they are not to blame for today's conflict. The old man sighed heavily, and picked up the knife again. Seeing his move, almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the eyes of the wounded also regained their brightness.

Not long after, there was a sharp sound of breaking the air in the air, and two heavily armed powerhouses and a great mage flew at full speed, and as soon as they landed in the courtyard, they saw the obsidian who had been knocked unconscious.

The archmage checked the obsidian and immediately showed surprise on his face, "That's right, it's indeed the Daniclos clan, and it's alive, and it hasn't been hurt too much!"

"That's good!" said a middle-aged Sanctuary warrior who had also arrived, turning to the people in the courtyard, and most importantly to Lawrence, "The marshal has decided to requisition this Danikloth demon. Specific compensation matters will be discussed at the regular meeting this evening. Please tell Master Richard about the marshal's decision, and we'll take this demon with us now. ”

These three men were the direct guards of Marshal Rundstead, and they had great authority in the fortress where the sun never set, and what they said was equivalent to the marshal's orders. The members of the direct guard have always been less than ten people, and their power has a price, and in every great war, they can always be seen in the most dangerous places and the most dangerous missions. So their loyalty to the fortress is beyond doubt.

Faced with the request of the direct guard, Lawrence was powerless to refuse, and could only sigh in despair. The old man already had a premonition that the follow-up of this matter would be very troublesome, because Richard treated this demon in a special way, and because Richard always hated the decision imposed on him by others, and Akmund was a natural rebel.

At the moment in the Central District, Richard is looking around for the whereabouts of the splash.

At this point, the remnants of the war that had just ended. The various magical elements, natural elements, and dimensional origins in the space are still active and chaotic, and have not yet completely calmed down, and there is even a very faint soul power that has not completely disappeared, but there is no order and consciousness at all.

With so much intense interference, Richard felt unable to determine the exact location of the splash, only that she was nearby, and that the soul connection between the two was getting weaker and weaker.

Richard frowned, he intuitively felt that this weakening was not only due to being disturbed by the chaotic power fluctuations, could it be that the splash was in some danger?

Turning a street, you enter the heart of the Central District, and the scene in front of you is even more messy, full of chaos after the fierce battle, and several buildings are still billowing smoke. Wounded powerhouses can be seen everywhere, and many of the Sanctuary powerhouses who are calling for wind and rain in Norland can only sit on the roadside wall like the most ordinary wounded soldiers on the battlefield, their eyes blank, waiting for treatment.

There are still traces of explosions and large blood stains on the streets, and there are even debris of internal organs that have not yet had time to be cleaned up on the walls.

There was a strong smell of blood everywhere, mixed with the rotten stench like a dead fish, and the Chinese wanted to vomit.

The only clergy that could be seen were a few young priests from the Eternal Dragon Temple, who were running back and forth, examining the injuries of a wounded person, and the means of treatment were changed to potions and bandages, and they were no longer seen casting their magic spells.

The high-ranking priests couldn't see any of them, they had already used up their magic skills, and now they all returned to the temple to meditate. In the temple area on the upper floor, you can see rows of stretchers on the steps at the entrance of the Eternal Dragon Temple, which are warriors who are so injured that they can't stand up.

Occasionally, a high-ranking priest would rush out of the gate of the Eternal Dragon Temple, and several samurai who had been waiting for a long time would immediately carry an injured person over and receive divine healing. And after the priest had released one or two gods, he would return to the temple.

The injured who were treated were not healed, and some were still being carried around. The divine power of the senior priest is extremely valuable, and the bottom line of treatment is not to leave a disability that is so large that it will affect future combat power. In the most difficult times, the treatment of the priest can only save the life of the wounded.

The line on the steps was still long, and one wounded man endured his wounds in silence, looking at the deep doors of the temple, waiting for the priests, who symbolized the hope of survival, to appear.

This is not the first time Richard has seen this scene. Even he himself now relies on his body's strength to heal his wounds. In Faro, the luxury of being covered by a priest was no longer available.

But every time I saw such a post-war scene, it still shook Richard's heart. On the other hand, it also made him more worried in his heart, and accelerated the speed of looking for the splash.

Richard had no choice but to ask them one by one if they had seen the girl like that. This is the dumbest approach, but the most effective way to do it in the current chaos. The sun never sets on the fortress, plus all kinds of logistics and support personnel, does not exceed 10,000 people. As long as you search patiently and spend a little more time, you will definitely find a splash.

Richard is now anxious about whether the splash is seriously injured, and even if he finds her, whether he can get timely treatment.

Fortunately, many people know Richard, and the royal constructor of the Holy Alliance is something that every strong person wants to get acquainted with. They were eager to answer Richard's inquiries, and some were even eager to accompany Richard in his search. But seeing their injuries, Richard refused them all and continued to search for them himself.

When Richard once again left a bunch of strong men sitting around the campfire, his expression suddenly froze, and his connection with the splash was suddenly and completely cut off, this time, he was definitely cut off by an external force!

Richard only felt a flame rise in his heart, his mind was slightly dizzy, and then he ran madly down the street.

At the same moment, in the depths of the main hall, Hastings washed his hands, wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down in his chair, slowly closed his eyes, and died of exhaustion.

The magic array on the stone platform was all lit up, and the light formed a transparent light shield, enveloping the girl in it.

The girl fell into a deep sleep, and the magic patterns on her body were bright and disappearing, like a dream-like beauty. Above her body, there was another translucent image of a young girl, exactly the same as her face. The illusory maiden sometimes ran wild like a wolf, sometimes crouched for a long time, as if waiting for her prey, and more often she was wandering alone in a daze, as if she did not know where to go. Sometimes she curls up and warms herself.

That's the soul of the splash.

Hastings slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the sleeping girl on the stage, and closed his eyes again, "I really didn't expect that there are so many rare powers in her soul, and there is also a soul guarding existence." Hey, it seems that this little girl is not simple. ”

The legendary mage tapped the armrest twice, and an old man with a hunched body slowly walked out of the darkness, fumbled and opened a locker in the darkness, poured out a small half bowl of plasma, and handed it to Hasting.

As he approached the legendary mage, the dim torches in the hall illuminated the old man's face, and he had a pair of hollow eye sockets, which had no eyeballs at all.

Hastings took the bowl of black blood and drank it down, only then did he feel better.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall, and the three guards of the marshal's immediate guard announced their rank and name, and then walked into the hall.

The Archmage at the head saluted Hastings and said respectfully, "Your Highness, I have confirmed that the demon man is indeed of the Daniklos clan, and he is almost intact. I've brought it to you now. ”

"Are you sure it's the Daniklos?" Hastings said. He put aside the shelf and reserve he had always held, jumped up from his chair, strode to the young demon who was firmly grasped by the two marshal's guards, propped open the demon's eyelids with his fingers, carefully observed the eyes below, the more he looked, the more excited he became, and said in a loud voice: "Okay! It's not just the Daniclos clan, but the bloodline is very rich and pure! Look at its eyes, it's so black and clear! He is likely to be a royal family within a royal family! Haha, hahahaha!"

The legendary mage burst out laughing like a maniacal mania, laughing until he was out of breath, and then began to cough violently, and even blood foamed out!

The three members of the Marshal Guard were startled, the Grand Magister was the most familiar with Hasting, and he didn't dare to put a pacifying spell on the legendary mage, so he could only use verbal persuasion to try to calm him down.