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"Idiot, bastard!"

The dust in the air and the charred corpses burst out with a scorched stench, and the lightning stopped, and the old viscount let out a scream at that moment. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

"Get out! Get out! Whoever told you to come here! Get out of here!" The roar was already incredibly high-pitched in an instant, and in this small space, it was as heavy as thunder! The stone ceiling shook countless dust, but his short figure was still staggering, making it difficult to imagine how the thin body could make such a sound.

The sound stopped abruptly.

Because the palm of the hand that had been pulling his hair had stuck in his throat at some point

The roar and the terrible lightning storm that had previously killed the few people blocking the doorway had almost destroyed their minds, and the reason why they were still barely standing was probably because their tower shields were partially blocking their view, maybe it was just because the narrow corridor didn't allow them to retreat, maybe it was just that their legs and feet were already weak, or maybe there was a cunzài behind them who wouldn't retreat.

"Father...... Father, you...... You let him go!"

Several corpses that had been turned to char collapsed in an instant, revealing little James who was covering behind. The young man's face was so pale that there was not a trace of blood. But it seems that this roar has been exchanged for some sanity.

He wasn't one of those private soldiers who hadn't seen much of the world, so he understood the meaning of the charred and crispy corpses in the room - even the lightning used by the most powerful mages he had ever seen could only scorch a part of a person, and now, the black carbide that collapsed in front of him was caused by the spellcaster with just a wave of his hand.

Such a spellcaster is definitely a legendary high-level mage. Even a ** division...... And this realization made James's voice full of some desperation—the power of high-level mages was enough to raze a town like Poplar to the ground, and their identity allowed them to do so without any scruples.

What I did just now was too reckless...... The other party can use this excuse to bring a catastrophe to Poplar Town.

But why?

Why would a ** teacher go to this poor country to trouble his dying old drunkard father? Could it be that his father made enemies when he was young? Or is it because of some special reason?

All kinds of messy thoughts flashed in his mind, making little James stunned, unconsciously looking at the smiling face of the middle-aged nobleman - that smile was so natural, even unusually amiable, that people's mood also relaxed a little, but when he slowly paced forward, he kept dragging the hand of old Rothpar, and suddenly moved slightly!

So little James let out a screech comparable to a rooster's crow.

He distinctly heard the crunch of the bones as they broke, and he watched as the old viscount's neck was twisted at a strange angle, and the old man's face turned around, and his facial features were instantly distorted: his eyes bulged out of his sockets, and his constricted pupils were surrounded by blood spilling. Just glaring at his son like that, his mouth opened and closed as if trying to say something, but he couldn't even breathe!

Ahhh

Anger, sadness, fear, and a moment of terrible love consumed James's reason like flames, and he screamed frantically and threw himself forward, and the long sword in his hand stabbed the man in the face!

The sword stabbed through the air without any surprise - the magician didn't even use any magic, just tilted his head slightly, and dodged the sword with the sharp sound of the wind.

But little James's eyes shrank excitedly! He raised his left hand halfway and made a soft click from his sleeve!

Inside his sleeve, there is a special weapon, which is made by Edward, a short arrow placed in a round iron cylinder, as long as you press lightly, you can shoot out three, although the power is smaller than ordinary crossbow arrows, and it can't be far, but it is smeared on it, and the liquid mixed with the blood of the tree frog and some kind of insect venom almost seals the throat with blood, in this close distance, it is undoubtedly a very terrifying powerful force, and even has a great chance to break the spell of the protective arrow!

But the young man's gaze froze.

In the soft sound of Tintin, the young man only felt a flower in front of him. Then, the black shadow that appeared in front of him at some point, covering almost the entire field of vision, made him involuntarily retreat......

The black knight stood solemnly, his loose hood hiding his entire face in shadow. Yet one could still feel his gaze, a pair of eyes burning with red flames. And the three arrows that had been thought to be infallible had already stagnated in the air—a hand stretched out in the black burqa, to put it mildly, and the crossbow arrows with a power comparable to that fired from a short bow were now stagnant between his fingers......

And that kind of understatement sweeping eyes made James's breathing pause temporarily. He had also learned swordsmanship from several mercenaries, and he was quite confident in his own abilities, but he didn't see how the other party moved.

"Great, great...... The judgment is accurate, the response is sharp, and the expression is also very well controlled. Although it is not excellent among nobles of your age, considering the environment in which you grew up, this watch is already precious......"

The middle-aged nobleman was still smiling, casually pushing the old man's body aside, without even casting a glance...... As if he had just slapped a mosquito to death, he had just done nothing: "Don't worry, Lord James, our intentions are not to be against you, but I must apologize for the death of your loyal men. Oh, and your lords here, but you don't have to be stingy, because soon there will be more and better things to replace them......"

Already a little blue, James kept backing away until he hit the wall hard - and he noticed that there seemed to be some sound in the air......

It's noisy, it's messy, it seems to be getting big gradually,

It was the sound of cries, the sound of wailing, the sound of screaming, the roar of ping-pong bangs, the cracking and creaking, the whining and whistling of flames as they shook through the air...... He shuddered and turned his head, just in time to see a bright red rising from the window not far away!

Flames burst out, and almost as soon as he rushed to the window, the whole town was surrounded in hell!

Little James had already heard the throbbing of his own heart...... He led his men into the castle cautiously, but it didn't take long, and the surrounding area of Poplar was still peaceful...... Gathering people and rushing into this room until now, a single hourglass scale has not been used in total, but why is it burning so violently in Poplar Town now?

All of them were trembling and spasmodic in the flames, writhing in pain, but they couldn't get rid of the nightmare of fear, and the human beings watched those red-hot lusters devour their homes, but they could only run in all directions, looking for a way away from the firelight...... And in front of them, there is a strange evil that comes out of nowhere.

The red lizard-like dwarf figure happily hunted a stumbling old man with a low-quality crossbow in his hand, arrow after arrow until the other party fell to the ground, the bear goblin carried a huge torch in his hand, ignited everything in his pass, the huge wolf pounced through the flames, and threw the guards who were hopeless to resist to the ground, and as the jackal pulled the reins, the huge monster tore open the abdomen of the victim, and splashed the dripping stomach and blood in all directions!

An ogre screamed wildly, scooping up a frightened child in his hands, and the dark red hair made the young nobleman remember in a trance that the youngest son of his miller Laurgon was only six years old this year, and that the little fellow was a bold mischievous man, who would often pester himself, saying in a toothy voice that he wanted to be a nobleman's guard when he grew up, and that he could exchange a lot of sugar cubes to eat...... But now, with the opening and closing of the ugly mouth covered with fangs, all that the child was left in the world was a half-scream of helplessness and blood gushing out from between the monster's teeth!

Some furry monsters roam the central square. They roared and cursed, directing hordes of goblins and kobolds to pile up human corpses, not knowing what to do, but to pave the field, and the beautiful two-story buildings along the plaza designed by little James himself had now turned into char that crackled in the firelight, but they seemed to appreciate their masterpiece. From time to time, a hoarse laugh was added to the howls and curses.

Through the windows of Guò Castle, little James's eyes swept over the pile-up corpses...... Fear made him almost immobile, and his ability to concentrate sharpened his eyesight...... Those were the girls he had been familiar with the ground faces: apprentices in bakeries. With a round face and flaxen hair, and a look that always dodges him...... He liked it very much, and he was ready to sneak up on her windowsill at some point...... The sister-in-law of the laundry, who opened the laundry because of Edward's tiyì, has often been smiling like an old dried flower because of the silver coins she has earned...... The bald carpenter, who occupies the stone house on the west side of the town, has a straight face all day long, and even he does not shy away from it because of the problem of planning the town......

And a few more.

But now, what was once alive is gradually turning cold, and they are crying out, throwing themselves down, and rolling on the ground like straw-tied dummies...... His expression faded with the passage of life, and only stiff eyes stared helplessly around, as if he had crossed a long distance, staring at the face of the young man who poked his head out of the castle window.

There has never been a moment in my life when it felt like death was so close.

Fear made the young nobleman's body tremble, he turned his head fiercely, opened his mouth wide, wanted to curse the murderer in front of him with the most vicious language, and wanted to ask him to forgive the people in front of him who had become his memories, but the corners of his lips kept twisting and closing, but he couldn't make a sound, his throat was as dry and painful as being stuffed into a burning coal, and the incessant wriggling could not secrete even a trace of saliva that could be moistened.

"Torture from flesh to soul...... The songs that come from the abyss are always so cruel and poignant...... And sweet. Isn't it?"

Looking out the window at the bright red, the middle-aged man's expression still fixed on that hateful smile, he paced forward to the young man's side, his gaze swept over the burning flames, but his tone took on a strange, peaceful and distant tone, as if it were some kind of magnificent spectacle that was difficult to see: "Because the matter is too secret to allow too many people to grasp any of the circumstances, I have erased it." But be assured, there is actually no special need for you here......"

Behind him, the sun in the sky still shone as bright, pouring brightness and warmth into the window lattice, and together with the burning fire, it created an eerie light and shadow.

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