Wednesday is not afraid of going head-to-head with the swordsman, and he can still run if he can't beat them, but he really doesn't have much to do with those mages, and if he can, he will definitely avoid those mages early, because once he is hit, he is likely to die, even if it is just a wind blade or a ground thorn.

At this time, facing five or six high-level water magic, Wednesday's heart instantly became cold. These people are not only very precise in their calculations, but also have good strength, although this kind of high-level water system mage is not a rare commodity, but they can gather here for a mere Wednesday, which shows that the other party is not an ordinary force.

And when the opponent launched an attack, he didn't care about the swordsman who was also within the attack range, and his style was obviously ruthless enough. Encountering such an opponent who is ruthless enough and strong enough, he felt a little desperate on Wednesday.

Of course, the escape still has to escape, in the face of five or six high-level water spells with different forms on all sides, Wednesday has no choice but to jump up suddenly, he can only jump up now to avoid those few water spells, otherwise he will definitely be frozen. If it is usual, he jumps and jumps, and his jumping ability is not bad, and the height of four or five meters is still there.

But it was very dangerous to get so high off the ground in a fight, because once he jumped, he was a live target on Wednesday. And after leaving the ground, Wednesday had no room for adaptation, and if another water spell was aimed at him in mid-air, he really couldn't do anything.

Wednesday jumped with all his might, while secretly praying that the other party did not count him to jump.

But before his feet were completely out of the attack range of those high-level water spells, he felt several hidden weapons swishing towards him. I didn't have time to think about it, so I took out the long stick and used the "Treasure Umbrella of All Beings", a life-saving defensive move, to keep all the hidden weapons out as much as possible.

But he miscalculated again, and what he encountered was not a hidden weapon at all, but a ball of water. It's also a water-based spell. The lethality of this spell is limited, especially when facing a swordsman, it doesn't even have the strength to tickle, and few people use it.

But Wednesday didn't have a fighting spirit, and the internal force didn't have such a perverted defensive ability, and more than a dozen water balls smashed over. Even though he tried his best, he couldn't block a few, and he was smashed on his body.

Several clouds of cold air instantly invaded Wednesday's body, and although he had enough internal strength to resist, the whole person still fell straight down like a bird with folded wings, exactly like the jack drop just now. It's just that just now he took the initiative to fall, but this time he was passive.

As soon as he jumped up, he was hit by a dozen or so small water balloons, and when he fell, he landed right in five or six high-level water spells, and at that moment, Wednesday felt like he had fallen into an ice cave in the middle of winter. From head to toe, I was chilled all at once.

Not only was his body cold, but Wednesday's heart was also cold, and he struggled hard, but he felt that his whole body was weak, and his toes began to slowly lose sensation, followed by calves, knees, fingers, arms, and chests and abdomen. Wednesday tried hard to get out of this predicament, but no matter how hard it tried, it didn't have the slightest effect.

In less than half a minute. Not only was the body completely frozen, but even consciousness began to become sluggish. Confused. Wednesday saw a group of people appear in front of him in a trance, but before he could see their faces, he was about to fall asleep.

I didn't have time to think about anything else, so I could only say that my only remaining consciousness sank into the dantian, so that my internal force could maintain the last trace of vitality. In fact, the dantian part was already crumbling, and the few internal forces gathered there beat slightly like a heart. It seems that he wants to break free from the shackles of ice, but he can't.

Less than two seconds passed, and Wednesday was completely unconscious.

From the outside, Wednesday is still in a jumping stance, his arms spread back and forth. The feet were one tall and one short, and the expression on his face was also lifelike, his eyes were still wide open, and the expression of anger on his face instantly stopped at that moment.

Seeing that Wednesday was frozen, a team of swordsmen and a team of mages emerged from the crowd, but those mages were light mages. Several dispel spells were cast, and bits of light fell on Wednesday and the dozen or so swordsmen around him who were also frozen.

Seconds later, the ice melted, and a group of swordsmen regained their mobility, but Wednesday was still frozen and solid.

"Take it away!" a light mage in a white gold-trimmed robe in the lead nodded in a low voice, ordered to go down, and then turned back to the city. The swordsmen behind him swarmed up, took Wednesday on his back, and returned to the city.

Dawson, who had been hiding from the beginning of the war, hesitated for a moment, and then followed.

When I woke up on Wednesday, I found myself in a dark room. His hands and feet were held in chains, and he could barely make big movements, like a prisoner.

Open the system layout, take a closer look and don't find any abnormalities, whether it's internal force or health, it's full, which means that Wednesday's body is normal and has not been harmed. When I opened the map again, I found that he was in the city of Bugadas.

After zooming in on the map, Wednesday even determined its exact location, on the north side of the central church of the city of Bugadas. Could it be that he was arrested by the Holy See? But he didn't seem to have offended the people of the Holy See? Thinking of the Holy See, Wednesday was a little inexplicable, and even more worried.

The strength of the Holy See is beyond doubt, the priests under their system are all over the continent, almost every village and town has a church, and there are priests stationed there, although it is only to help people heal, but the prestige and benefits brought to the Holy See are immeasurable. This is how the Holy See ruled the whole world a long time ago.

The control of the Holy See, although now largely confined to the north bank of the Isabel River, is still nominally orthodox on the entire continent. Of course, because of the division of the mainland, the prestige of the Holy See has indeed been greatly challenged, and the relationship between the clergy on the south bank of the Isabel River and the Holy See has been severed.

Coupled with the non-exclusivity of light magic, the Holy See further lost its control over the priests. But even so, the main strength of the Holy See is very strong. In addition to the mighty Holy Wyatt Empire, the Holy Knights of the Holy See, the Holy Inquisition, and the Golden Lords of various regions are still so powerful.

So after finding himself in the cathedral of the city of Bugadas, Wednesday was even more confused. He really didn't know when he had offended the Holy See, and it was worth their effort to arrest him.

Thinking about the attack outside the city, Wednesday's heart sank again, and his anger began to rise. One is angry with the other party's domineering and domineering, and the other is angry that he is too careless.

It's been more than a year since Wednesday came to this world, and I've encountered a lot of battles, I've been wounded, I've escaped for my life, and I've encountered very dangerous situations, but I've been able to turn the corner every time. But this time, he had no power to fight back at all, and it took less than five seconds from being attacked out of the city to being captured.

Thinking of this, Wednesday waved his fist in annoyance and regret, but the chain on his wrist rattled. I touched it with my hand, and the chains on my wrists and ankles were not very thick, but they were heavy, and they were obviously not made of ordinary metal. I tried to break free, but it didn't work.

Disappointed, Wednesday kicked the wall again, but his foot hurt when he hit him, and the wall was also metal. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Wednesday dragged his handcuffs and shackles to the door, and looked out of the small palm-sized window on the door, where he could see a glimmer of light.

By the glimmer of light, one could see what was going on in the hallway, and he had an iron door with the number VIII., or number eight, on it, and a small window on the door. Looks like it's a prison? I just don't know if it's government or private.

Looking further to the side, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't even hear anything, and it was as if Wednesday was alone. With enough internal force, he kicked on the iron door, making a loud noise, which was particularly loud in the hallway.

But after a long time, no one came down to take a look, as if there was no one guarding at all.

After waiting for a while, still no one came, Wednesday suppressed his slightly rapid breathing and sat down against the wall, then closed his eyes and breathed, and after two weeks, Wednesday's mood was completely calm.

After calming down, Wednesday kept giving himself psychological hints to be calm, to be calm, to seize any opportunities that may arise. But now the other party didn't even show up as a guard, he couldn't find it even if he wanted to find an opportunity, he didn't have the ability to penetrate the wall.

Just when Wednesday was about to get impatient, he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps, accompanied by the sound of weapons knocking on the iron door, "Get up and eat." ”

Wednesday jumped to his feet, and looked out through the small window of the doorway, and could vaguely see a swordsman walking down the corridor with a large frame. Then one of the swordsmen was seen taking out a lunch box from the frame and stuffing it through the window on the door.

"Hey, hey, what kind of place is this?" shouted Wednesday, feigned panic.

But the two swordsmen just snorted, and then continued to stuff the other windows with lunches.

When the two swordsmen walked away, Wednesday's face instantly calmed down, but his mood was not very good, because the situation was really not optimistic. It's just an iron door and an iron chain, and you can still get out if you find an opportunity. However, the attitude of the two swordsmen who delivered the meal made Wednesday understand that the guards here were definitely not rabble, but well-trained.

If you are an ordinary guard, you will be a little arrogant when facing a group of prisoners, or verbal irritation, or other humiliation. But these two swordsmen did not make any other movements except knocking on the iron door with their big swords, as if they were handing out boxed lunches to employees.

No matter how strong the cell is, there will eventually be loopholes, but if the guards are so disciplined, what if they can escape from the cell......?