Leaving the forest where Francesca was, Wayne quickly flew to the center of town on the magic flying carpet.

Of course, in order to prevent the disclosure of his identity, he also wore a helmet that covered his face, although the witcher basically did not use a helmet, but as a complete set of armor, Master O'Henry still created one very intimately.

It is a closed knight's helmet similar to the Middle Ages, with a Y-shaped opening that only reveals a thin slit between the eyes and nose, making it impossible to see the face inside the helmet.

After putting on his helmet, Wayne hurried to the vicinity of the town square, where the once spacious square had become a hellish execution ground.

The fifty or sixty surviving members of the inhuman race were tied hand and foot with ropes, some women were stripped of their clothes, and the elderly and children were strung together with ropes and discarded to the ground like animals to be slaughtered.

There were also men who had been caught for resisting, tied to some of the wooden posts that had been erected, some of them dead, and some of them were still wailing in pain, their bodies cut by knives, and their blood was spilling all over the ground, and they had obviously suffered a lot.

The whole square was filled with the unbridled laughter of the soldiers, the schadenfreude and hysterical curses of the mob, and the cries and curses of the bound and tortured inhuman races.

And the most infuriating thing is that in the center of the square, there are several rows of simple gallows made of wooden stakes, and five or six nooses are hung from each gallow, although I don't know how long this torture of the inhuman race has lasted, but on those rows of gallows, eight corpses have been hung, their feet off the ground, their eyes rolling, their tongues sticking out, obviously strangled alive.

A fat man who looked like a soldier captain was pulling a rope with a smug face, sometimes tense, sometimes lax, tormented as if he were molesting.

At the end of the rope was a young elf girl, the rope was tightly wrapped around the elf girl's neck, because of suffocation and pain, the girl's eyes had rolled, tiptoeing, and her face was a little bruised.

As he pulled the rope, he scolded proudly:

"It's because these damn elf bitches, dwarven bastards, halflings mongrels have polluted our lands and defiled our sacred beliefs that our country has been plagued all year round, and disease and famine have always surrounded us."

"Today, we are going to purify our land, purify our town, kill all the inhuman races, and let these thieves, robbers, and scoundrels all die."

"When the time comes, give all of these bastards' property to our glorious townspeople, this is the wealth we deserve, all these bastards have obtained from us through dirty means, they don't deserve it."

Hearing that the captain of the soldiers wanted to divide the money, the mob, who were still immersed in the excitement of the violence, became even more excited, and let out a roar like beasts, as if what they had done was not a murderous deed such as murder and arson, but a feat worthy of praise.

And after receiving everyone's response, the fat soldier captain was even more excited, he let out a triumphant laugh, tightened the rope in his hand with both hands, pulled the elf girl on the gallows, pulled her feet off the ground, grabbed the noose around her neck with both hands, and kept dying and struggling.

And at this moment, with a loud bang of a heavy object falling to the ground, Wayne, who was wearing heavy armor, jumped down from the magic flying carpet and jumped to the side of the fat soldier captain like a god soldier descending from the sky.

There was no persuasion, no swearing, and no verbal communication.

Just when everyone was shocked by the armored knight who suddenly fell from the sky, the magic sword in Wayne's hand instantly cut off the fat man's head.

Before the captain of the fat guard could make any sound, his head rolled to the ground, a large amount of blood spurted out of his neck, and the rope he was holding with both hands was loosened, allowing the elf girl who was put on a noose to escape.

And after killing a soldier, Wayne's movements did not stop, and his left hand, which was wearing the pure gold gauntlet, clenched his fist, and directly punched a soldier on the right in the face.

The tremendous force, the hard metal gauntlets, directly punched the soldier's face into a dent, red, white, yellow, unknown liquid splashed out, he staggered backwards several meters, fell to the ground on his back, and soon lost his life.

And after killing two people in a row, the magic sword in Wayne's hand still did not stagnate, and when he spun to dodge the pounce of a soldier who rushed over, the blade of the sword instantly slit the soldier's throat, making him fall to the ground at the same time, he could only hug his throat that was constantly spurting blood like a shrimp, and let out a desperate inhalation.

From falling to killing, it took only four or five seconds, and three people were killed, and when Wayne regained his footing, his figure was already stained with blood, and the mob and soldiers who were still immersed in violent fantasies were also awakened by this sudden enemy.

Some let out a frightened roar, some began to roar hysterically, and a group of people immediately rushed towards Wayne without saying a word, holding their weapons in hand.

And in the face of these soldiers and mobs rushing towards him, Wayne sneered in his heart, although he would not use the magic seal to reveal his identity as a demon hunter, but unlike other demon hunters, he has countless means of attack, and all of them are from other worlds, even if he uses these moves, he is not worried about being found out by others at all.

Looking at the enemies in front of him who had fallen into madness, Wayne did not relent, and waved his right hand with a spatial bracelet in the direction of the largest number of people rushing over.

As his magic power activated, a red gem on the bracelet immediately glowed faintly, and then quickly extinguished.

After the fluorescence was extinguished, a huge magical thundercloud was immediately generated out of thin air above the heads of the group of soldiers and mobs at a speed visible to the naked eye, not only encompassing the soldiers and mobs, but also many houses behind them.

The thunderclouds kept rolling, and a large amount of electric light was brewing in the thunderclouds.

Ten seconds later, under the terrified gaze of those mortals, hundreds of lightning bolts, accompanied by a huge thunderclap, bombarded down from the thunderclouds like raindrops.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Click! Click! Click!

The huge flash of lightning instantly illuminated the square as if it were day, and the hundreds of lightning bolts directly blasted one-third of the soldiers and mobs into charred corpses in less than a minute.

Even many of the houses behind the group were directly blown through by lightning, causing a large number of flames and collapses, and many houses were set on fire.

This is the six-ring spell, Thundercloud Storm, which is a group attack spell used to deal with a large number of enemies.

To be honest, this level of spell is a bit wasteful to deal with these low-combat mobs, but, for Wayne, the cooldown time once every three days, not in vain, is just right to deal with this garbage.

After the thundercloud and lightning, the whole square was full of wailing, and the smell of burnt meat and the stench of feces and urine quickly spread.

Not only the mob and soldiers in the town, but also the inhuman survivors tied up in the middle of the square were stunned.

As ordinary people, they have never seen the power of a real spellcaster, and those stories about warlocks and mages, most of which are legends, will only appear in dreams and rumors of others, and never think that they will appear in themselves.

Some of the mobs and soldiers who had been the first to come to their senses immediately shouted in terror.

"It's an evil warlock, it's a wizard!"

"Wizards have come to slaughter civilians! Come on, people, go kill that wizard. ”

With their shouts, those who were still immersed in fear and panic were awakened, and some of them immediately turned and fled, not having the courage to fight against the mysterious magic.

The other group of people fell into a frenzy, and they took up their weapons, as if they were crazy, and rushed towards Wayne, as if they could kill Wayne if they rushed to Wayne's side.

Most people are cowering, fearful, hesitant, and waiting.

They hoped that someone would take the lead in killing Wayne the wizard, but they were afraid of danger and did not dare to carry out this operation themselves, and when there were almost a hundred people left on their side, they did not want to choose to escape, and even suspected that everything they had just seen was just their own hallucination.

Regardless of what the mob and soldiers thought, Wayne never thought of mercy.

In his philosophy, you can slaughter others, so being slaughtered by others is also a normal thing.

With this in mind, Wayne was burdened with heavy armor, and his body was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and with extremely rapid speed and terrifying momentum, he rushed towards the crowd of people who were either hesitant, angry, or frightened.

And when the distance between the two sides was only a dozen meters, the blue gem on Wayne's right bracelet flashed slightly, and in the eyes of those Kodwin soldiers, the knight who was originally fully armored, like a raging beast, suddenly blurred.

Then it split from him in an instant, and six identical shadows, seven terrifying knights who looked exactly the same, rushed into their crowd with an aura of being one against a hundred.

Click! Click! Click!

Swords, blood, and wails, whether it was the soldiers of Kodwin or the mob of the town, their king did not equip them with hard armor, and even the weapons in their hands were ordinary swords, pitchforks, and spears.

And what is even more frightening is that each of these seven figures is not a fantasy, the sword in his hand is like the scythe of death, each sword can cut off the flesh and blood, slash blood, and take away a frightened soul.

Slashing, punching, ramming and trampling, these terrifying knights in hard armor, whether in strength, speed, or physical strength, far surpass ordinary humans, no matter what kind of attack, they are unusually fierce and deadly, seemingly a large number of mobs and soldiers, in the attack of these terrifying knights, as if they have become cowardly and incompetent lambs, under these deadly attacks, like ice and snow melting, they will collapse at the touch of a touch.

What's even more devastating is that even if some of the mob and soldiers fought hard, their pitchforks and iron swords hit the dragon scale armor of the horror knight, but they could not cause any effective damage, only a little spark and scratch on the armor, and then their arms were shattered by the huge shock force, and then they were slashed with merciless blades.

It was an unequal battle, in the face of the merciless witchers, these rabble of mobs and soldiers, in less than ten minutes, more than half of them died, leaving behind more than a hundred corpses, and the rest of the poor creatures, driven by fear and desire to survive, scattered in a hurry, with their crotch soaked with and urine, and fled into the town, not daring to look back.

The whole square was littered with stumps and broken arms, heads rolling, and corpses strewn everywhere.

And the gray dragon scale armor on Wayne's body has long been dyed red by blood.

He shook off the blood on the magic longsword, and spat lightly, this ordinary enchanted longsword, under the slash of his huge power, there have been many gaps, from the hilt to the sword body, it has also been stained red with blood, together with the dragon scale armor on his body, making his whole person look like a death knight crawling out of hell.

But I have to say that the feeling of wanton killing just now really made Wayne very happy, maybe in the past few years, although he didn't take the insults of these people to heart, but deep down, he still had the urge to kill everyone like this.

It's really a shit-like Diao Min, a bastard who deserves it, if it weren't for most of the demon hunters, they all have their own principles to adhere to, like those Diao Min, who always make things difficult for them, would have been killed a long time ago.

Wayne complained a few words in his heart, and then looked at the six mirror doppelgangers standing with him, and I have to say that the mirror technique of the six rings is really a very powerful magic.

Just one spell can create six clones with half of the strength of the body, although the doppelgangers can't use powerful magic, they can only rely on their own physical strength, and the time of existence is only fifteen minutes, but this spell, for powerful warriors, simply increases their strength by three or four times in fifteen minutes.

It may not be so useful to deal with masters, but when it is used to deal with miscellaneous fish, it is simply a magic skill of clearing soldiers, and it is also a magic skill of pretending to be forced.

After all, for trash fish, there is no difference between half of the strength and all of the strength, anyway, it is a second kill.

After making sure that there were no more enemies on the field who were resisting, Wayne waved his hand at his doppelganger, and at the same time, the thoughts in his mind were also conveyed.

As if they were soldiers, the clones immediately came to the side of the inhuman races in the center of the square, who were still bound, and used the long swords in their hands to cut the ropes on their bodies.

However, in the face of the bloody, as if they were demonic clones of hell, these civilian survivors of the inhuman race were also very frightened, afraid that Wayne would also drop the butcher knife in his hand on them.

And just as Wayne was thinking about how to appease these frightened and helpless inhuman civilians, the Rubik's cube-like communicator he put in his arms suddenly sounded Francesca's voice.

"Wayne, let me appease them."

"I'd love to say you're doing a great job, but, I have to say, you're going a little too far."

The elven sorceress's voice was shocked and helpless, but it was still so pleasant.

"Killing nearly two hundred humans at once, or using strange magic in an unconventional way like Ling, will definitely attract the investigation of the Warlock Brotherhood."

"Still, I want to thank you for doing what I've always wanted to do."

"I also want to be like you, and kill the scum who killed our compatriots without any scruples, but I can't do that."

"The higher-ups of the Warlock Brotherhood are too familiar with me, and once I use large-scale magic, they will surely be able to detect it."

"Alright, you just keep it the way you are, don't speak, and disguise yourself as a magic puppet knight."

"I'll take care of the rest."

As Francesca's voice fell, in front of those inhuman races, a slender figure wearing a black cloak suddenly appeared.

At the same time as she appeared, a camouflaged, but equally pleasant, voice reached the ears of all the inhuman races present in Elven language.

"Compatriots, don't worry, we'll get you out of here."

(End of chapter)