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Splash of light.

The overly plump marquis stabbed out with a sword desperately, the sword wind was whistling, and the angle was tricky, obviously not just a straw knight who relied on the power of the family to get things done, a noble lady. However, when the tip of the sword was still more than two feet away from the black robe, a force had already pushed her axial foot, and the more than 300 pounds of fat that had lost her balance slammed her to the ground, and she fell dizzy in a huge earthquake!

Desperately holding back the pain, she rolled over and raised her sword again, ready to turn over and pounce.

She raised her sword, but her arm trembled, and the sword could no longer fall, and her mouth opened wide, but her chest rose and fell, and she could no longer shout when she roared...... Because in front of you. The posture of the black-robed mage raising his hand remained unchanged, just five fingers together, and with a slight pinch, the six mages in the room let out a muffled snort in unison!

The woman looked back in surprise and noticed that the six mages were all in unison, falling backwards and tumbling as if they had been hit in the forehead by an invisible hammer, until they hit an obstacle like a corner!

The Psychic Warlock reached out and tugged at the edge of his hood, his gaze swept over the scurrying creatures, and snorted. The abilities of these mages are not bad, but unfortunately the combat experience is not enough, and after seeing the enemy being imprisoned, they relaxed their vigilance, but after the cage was broken, they were shocked excessively, and the effect of the heart explosion was naturally greatly increased.

As the psychic warlock's own strength grew, so did the ability of the Psicoccon Hatchlings that were integrated with him...... The invisible blade of the mind pierced the target's unprepared consciousness without hindrance, as easily as the blade sliced through the fat, the chaotic spiritual energy crushed the spirit, and the blood sprayed wildly in the facial features of several mages, although years of training allowed them to retain their consciousness, but at this time, being awake only increased the pain.

"You ......"

This time. A mage suddenly moved, rolled a few times, he grabbed a piece of talisman that had fallen from the hand of a companion, a smile suddenly appeared on his bloodstained face, he raised his trembling hand and pointed forward, and roared loudly: "Once the dawn of the dead winter is red, three cups of tears are sprinkled on the sky, where is the chicken intestine song now?

Obviously, he is mentally tough enough and his brain is flexible enough. He also found a good opportunity, although the sting in his head made it difficult for him to perform magic, but with a single command, he could activate the magic lightning on the four golems and the walls, even if this terrible enemy had the ability of the ** division. But then all the traps in the entire magic tower were enough to entangle it.

Unfortunately, he couldn't say anything about that command.

Psychic ability?Manipulating sounds.

The tentacles of psionic energy curl slightly. The sound disintegrated and reforged as it flew out of his mouth. It becomes the voice designated by the Manifest...... Golems are such things, depending on the type of elemental creatures infused at the time of making them, and they have different levels of intelligence, and the more advanced ones can be about the same as humans, but they are generally just puppets that obey orders, and such strange orders. They can't be understood by the simple intellects of magical constructs, so they just stand there dumbfounded, unable to act.

"Dawn red, sun red. Day!"

Stunned for a moment by the roar of his own majestic mountains and rivers, the mage's eyes widened, and bean-sized drops of sweat rolled down his head, and the loud roar almost brought out the crying ...... But no matter how hard he tried, what he came up with was just meaningless words, not to mention the magic traps in the Thriller Tower, and even the spells that invoked his own memories were impossible.

"Surrender, I surrendered, please stop!"

The fierce struggle of her companion finally brought the marquiss back to consciousness, she threw down her sword and staggered back, shouting: "Let your men stop attacking, we can surrender to you, pay the ransom or occupy something, you can also take what is here......"

Her voice paused, fear eating away at her mind like a stream of ice, but her thoughts became clear...... It occurred to her that the other party didn't really need her to choose anything - just now, she didn't give any orders at all, but why did those knights rush forward?

Therefore, what the other party said just now was nothing more than a trick of cat and mouse, just to send her cavalry into the hub, as for whether she surrendered or not...... Since he was able to order the knights to attack, what kind of problem was it to order them to surrender? So from the very beginning, all the qiē was already in the hands of the other party, and it had long been out of her control.

That's absolute, the difference in power.

The six mages here are all high-level mages who have crossed the threshold of the fifth layer of the magic net, and two of them have the ability to touch the sixth layer of the magic net, such mages, even in the entire empire, will not exceed three hundred, each of them at least has the ability to kill a team of knights, but in front of this person, it is as fragile as fireflies in the air, such a terrible existence Since she has entered the mage tower, what choice does she have?

Perhaps......

She shouted a few times, but did not hear the expected scolding or interrogation, she looked up and noticed that the black figure had left the place at some point, carefully wiping the rings from the mages, removing the amulets, and carrying the full scroll boxes into her waist bag, so busy that she didn't seem to be interested in paying attention to her storage at all......

Gritting her teeth, she took two steps back cautiously, but raised her arm slightly, and with a soft click, three silver stars erupted from the armor arm, heading straight for the black-robed mage who was squatting down!

The three crossbow arrows were only the size of a finger, but on the finely forged triangular shoulders, there was a faint black mist entanglement. The corners of the marquisess's mouth pulled a cruel smile, the triple crossbow that can be hidden in the hand armor is expensive, it is a life-saving treasure that she gritted her teeth and spent five thousand gold coins to buy, put together a little savings from small to large, and embezzled half a year's tax revenue in the city, but the effect is really first-class, even if it is a spell to protect the arrows, it will not deflect it much at this distance, the poison on it plus the curse, one is enough to make an earth dragon die, three consecutive shots, it is enough to block all the retreats of the other party!

Whether it was successful or not, she reached out and pulled, and a small scroll was unfolded, and the light of magic spread, burning every flickering character, a brilliant blue teleportation light. Wrap her all over!

Her prediction proved to be correct...... In his eyes, the enemy looked up from the searched guy, a strange twisted smile appeared at the corner of his pale lips, and the three arrows pierced through his body, but as if they had only hit a phantom, they pierced directly through and slammed into the corner of the wall!

The three arrows worth three thousand gold coins were scrapped, and there were six mages, and at least half of the knights—the tragic attrition caused the teleporting Miss Marquis to grind her teeth and grow, "You damn bastard......!

The rhetoric comes to an abrupt end, but it doesn't fade because of the spatial shift...... But the speaker was suddenly speechless,

The halo of teleportation dissipates. But she shook her head, but the light in front of her was settled, and the scene was still the same—the black figure in front of her was raising its head, the face hidden in the shadow of the hood, on the pale jaw. The smile that curls up slightly at the corners of his lips is disgusting, but it is also terrifying with an indescribable heart!

Wide-eyed, he turned his head in disbelief. Until it was confirmed that the halo of the teleportation scroll in the field of vision had completely disappeared. He finally confirmed the fact that he was still in the same place - so he couldn't help but take seventeen or eighteen steps backwards, stumbled on a corpse, and sat down on the ground, feeling only the numbness of his limbs, the sharp pain in his chest, and the fat all over his body trembling for a long time. Only then did a shrill snort!

"I ...... That damn profiteer! Bastard! If I run into him again, I'm going to rip his bones!"

After the snort, it was she who gave a big curse to the maker of the curse scroll, but it seemed that she really didn't have any talent for swearing. Over and over again, it's just a few sentences...... But as if drawing courage from those few curses, the young lady got up, glared at the busy fellow, and her words were completely calm:

"Tell you in advance, my marquis is an honorary title, even if you report to the empire that you have captured me, you won't get anything!"

"Oh. The answer was an understatement, and the psychic mancer was spending most of his energy at the moment exploring the surrounding drawers, as if the extraordinarily plump woman was nothing more than a mouse in the room. So the Marquis couldn't help but be sluggish for a while:

"I am my father's fourth daughter. ”

"Oh, that's good......"

"My father now has three sons and seven daughters, and I am the least favored of them, so in exchange for me, he may give you a sum of money, but that's all. ”

"Not bad......

"What exactly do you want?"

"It's nothing...... fingers flicked, and the invisible psychic power scavenged all the small sword items in this room that exuded magical aura, before the psychic warlock stood up and turned his gaze to the shocked Marquis: "Didn't you swear that you wanted to be a duke?"

"Huh, you ......"

The fat all over her body trembled with a considerable amplitude, making the armor rattle, and the woman opened her blood-red mouth wide, staring at the opponent in front of her who seemed to be just chatting casually, and the time seemed to have passed as long as an hourglass scale, and the female marquis pulled the corners of her mouth bitterly: "What do you want to say......?"

"The Urdu family has a lot of troops...... Even if you don't talk about the main city of Wharton Krama, just the two larger cities, Kashka and Kaleton, can easily gather 8,000 light cavalry and 2,000 heavy cavalry, right? The cavalry at hand has not been destroyed, and it is impossible for your three elder brothers to be the opponent, not to mention, the Urdu family has a ** division in charge?"

The Psychic Warlock sneered, "That's just for yourself, if you make a good choice, you can consider borrowing the power of sleepwalking...... You say it's meaningless, that is, you haven't given up your ideals, you just don't have the opportunity? So, now the opportunity has come. ”

"You want me to be treasonous?" the overly plump Mademoiselle Marquis sat on the ground in a daze, and after a while, she finally spat out the question with difficulty.

In this plane, surrender is not a big deal, the war is inherently uncertain, and losing to a powerful mage and a strange magical creation is not an embarrassing move, even if it is redeemed as a captive, it is just the power of the nobility.

But treason...... Although there has been no true traitor in the empire for hundreds of years, according to the code left by Iskandar the Great, the destination of the traitor is nothing more than the sky...... The body is coated with plasma and honey and is pecked by crows, but the special cage-shaped torture device maintained by magic can keep the executed person awake until the moment the magic is withdrawn, usually ten days later.

The Baroness shuddered habitually.

Edward smiled.

He is neither a mage, nor does he have strong mental power. For a psychic mancer, this woman's head is no different from a roll of spread sheepskin, and asking a few random questions will almost reveal all the secrets.

Because I don't want a political marriage to end this life, I deliberately eat myself like this, and as a result, it's too much, and it's too difficult to lose weight, so I simply want to have a territory. However, the Duke of Urdu had many sons, so he desperately went to camp, bypassed that father, and obtained the honorary title of Marquis from Illyria, and naturally obtained the right to govern the city. That's it. Luck was not bad, and this time it came across the eastern crusade of Tumenis. She is even more ambitious and ready to do a big job...... Urdu is stockpiling second-line support here. Naturally, she would not give up this opportunity lightly, and when she was 'lucky' to see an opponent who seemed to be easy to deal with, and had a geographical advantage, she naturally wanted to do a good job.

That's why there was that ridiculous move, after all, if you can persuade a team to surrender. Naturally, it is a great achievement, and the total annihilation will be worse, which can only be regarded as a small military achievement.

It's a pity, messed up......

"Now. Even if you can redeem you back, do you think your father will give you good food and drink, and then send you back to be the lord of the city when the city is restored, or is it very likely that he will kill his relatives and kill a daughter who cannot be exchanged for benefits to calm the waves that may arise in the territory?"

Seeing the blood on the doughy face fade, Edward didn't speak, giving her enough time to think about .......

But is there any need to think about it?

Even if the Urdu family has always been ridiculed as 'barbarians' by those nobles who claim to be high, how can the leader of a family lack wisdom and skill? For an old fox like him, it is really natural to use a useless daughter to calm the situation......

"You ......"

The marquis gritted her teeth, seemed to have made up her mind, and stretched out her hand to him: "What do you want me to do?

How come I don't remember which of the Empire's three ** divisions was not in Illyria?

"I don't know when Tumines came out with such a terrifyingly young ** division. Miss Marquis, whose belongings had been scavenged, sat on the ground, her face trembling, but she couldn't see any expression, only a pair of eyes

The domination technique is good, but the duration is too short, the limit is ten days of effort, Edward has no interest in making up for her again and again, not to mention that this is not Tumenis, and there is no suitable person to keep an eye on it, (to be continued......)