Dust of History Chapter 40: A terrible episode

At noon, a huge and luxurious tent comparable to the size of a small villa has been set up.

The style of this kind of tent is made by imitating the residence of a nomadic people in a distant overseas continent. It is tightly covered, with a few small windows for light and ventilation on the top and the top of the head. This tent was specially prepared by the Prime Minister for the emperor who likes new gadgets. It can comfortably shelter from the wind and rain, and you can really feel the freshness of the wild. The royal chef cooked wild game and brought it in delicacies outside the tent, allowing His Majesty, distinguished guests from all over the world, and princes and nobles to taste the food they hunted.

Geffenhardt XVII sat in the center and top position, looking at distinguished guests and ministers from all over the world with a smile on his face. Being able to be rescued from the tedious political affairs and the court, and without the military ministers around him, especially that old-fashioned guy like Roland, he really had a great time today. But there is another reason for this happiness, and that is the person sitting next to him.

The person sitting next to His Majesty the Emperor is neither a minister nor a distinguished guest from any country, but Princess Chris.

Compared with His Majesty the Emperor's happy spring breeze, the Prime Minister's complexion is not so good-looking. In their arrangement it was his niece Anastasia, who was sitting next to him, to get the seat. It was a very sensitive position. Perhaps in the eyes of His Majesty the emperor, it was just love between children, but in the eyes of others, it was as important as Mount Tai.

However, Mr. Prime Minister is not very anxious. Now that such a phenomenon has been discovered, it is enough to make more arrangements in the future so that His Majesty the Emperor can get in touch with the people he should be in contact with. The enthusiasm of young people is like wildfire, which comes and goes quickly. He is very clear about how to create the right conditions to make the master's mood develop. Although the Prime Minister is also a rare politician, he is best at the skills of a slave.

"Although this meat is rough, it tastes so different. As soon as I eat this meat, I recall the scene when I shot this deer in my mind. This is what I got for my labor Taste." A nobleman was eating meat, and suddenly had a sense of life. "From this, we can know that the lives of those farmers are very fulfilling, and they can eat the fruits of their labor every day, which is really enviable."

Chris, next to the emperor, said: "But I heard that many farmers starved to death in the famines of previous years."

"Starved to death? Why did they starve to death?" asked the young and ignorant emperor next to him. "Have they no bread to eat?"

Chris shook her head and said, "I heard that you don't even have to drink porridge. How can there be bread? I also heard that someone became a bandit because he couldn't pay the tax. He was tricked by the magistrate and arrested." It's really pitiful to kill them all."

A nobleman shook his head very learnedly and said: "Taxation is the bounden duty of citizens, yet they dare to become bandits and endanger social order. .As for those who starve to death, they are purely too benzene, so **** it. There is no bread or porridge, and they can still eat meat and drink milk."

This joke, which is not considered a joke, caused a burst of laughter, but there were also many younger nobles watching around, looking for something worth laughing about. Geffenhardt XVII was one of them. Chris whispered in his ear for a while before the ruler of the empire showed an unnatural smile.

A few guard soldiers stood outside the big tent. Listening to the talking and laughing inside and smelling the fragrance coming out, I couldn't help but feel a little rough. One of them sighed and said to his companions: "It's hard to imagine that the job of our soldiers is to maintain the social order that allows idiots like them to live a safer and better life than us."

A figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the forest not far away, and stumbled towards here. As he got closer, he realized that it was a young man in ordinary clothes. A guard quickly stopped him: "Hey, don't you know that His Majesty the Emperor is hunting here, go away."

The man didn't seem to hear it, and he still staggered and walked over quickly. The midday sun was very strong, and when it shone on his white skin, which was exposed outside his clothes, there was a slight sizzling sound and green smoke like a fried poached egg in a hot pan. And this young man also had a painful expression on his face, as if he was indeed being fried by the sun. He rushed into the shadow of the tent, so weak that he seemed about to collapse.

This is a handsome and delicate young man with fair and delicate skin, which looks like a boiled egg with its shell peeled off. But now the delicate and beautiful skin seems to have been burned by the sun, and his slender body and painful expression really look very pitiful.

Such a poor man, the dedicated guards couldn't bear to drive him away. Several guards hurried over to support him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm so hungry..." The young man said in a weak voice with his bloodless lips trembling. "I have no energy, no strength, so the sun hurts me..."

A guard was very concerned and asked him: "Do you want to eat something?"

Gathering a few breaths in the shadows, and resting for a while, the young man seemed to have regained his spirits, and smiled and said: "Thank you." This smile revealed his pair of sharp canine teeth. "Then I won't be polite..."

Among the laughter, the people in the tent seemed to be able to hear some strange noises outside, but no one cared.

'Kalang'. The sword was not a knife after all, it broke when Asa's heavy slashing slashed into the shield of the warrior in front of him.

Without even thinking about it, Asa threw the broken sword into the soldier's face, and pulled him over to block him while he was still screaming.

There was a 'bang'. The intermediate magician's fireball exploded on the warrior's chest, and flesh and internal organs flew everywhere. The power of this fireball is quite good. Fortunately, because it was in such a siege of melee, he dared not use large-area and powerful spells that could easily accidentally injure his own people.

But even for such a low-level fireball, there is only flesh and blood flying all over his body. Asa knew in his heart that the magician must be killed first. With a wave of the corpse in his hand, he blocked the two long swords next to him and swung away three opponents. He jumped on the head of a soldier in front and used his strength to rush towards the magician closest to him.

Still in mid-air, two spears and three halberds pierced towards him from below, and three crossbow arrows screamed through the air behind him. Asa's keen sense can fully detect the movements around him, and he can even tell which three crossbow arrows will arrive first, then the two spears and finally the three halberds. The movement of these people is clear in his eyes, and he can even feel the next movement. How to dodge defensive attacks in these weapons, he can figure out what action to take to deal with the opponent's attack earlier. This is the effect of his meditation to a higher level.

But he immediately felt his body sinking downwards, and at the same time, a strange sense of weakness surged up. This is the effect of dullness and weakness. In mid-air, his target was obvious, and he was the perfect curse target for the other two magicians. The strength and experience of these magicians are very rich. Against such a single enemy with group tactics, the effect of curse is much stronger than direct attack.

Asa bowed and shrank, three crossbow bolts flew past his back, grabbed the two spears stretched out from below, and jumped into the air again, condescendingly reaching out with all his strength The fireball flew towards the magician.

The magician stared dumbfounded at the fireball, which was ten times as big as himself, and almost mistakenly thought it was some new spell. In panic, he opened his hands, and a fireball hit him head-on. .

'Hoo Chi', the magician's fireball scattered like an egg hitting a rock, while Asa's fireball flew towards the magician without changing its momentum.

Two white crystal cold lights flew from two other directions and hit the fireball. But even the two lightning strikes of the water system could not completely offset the fireball, and the remaining fireball still flew towards the magician. The warrior next to the magician who was in charge of protecting him rushed forward and raised his steel shield to resist. With a bang, the steel shield deformed and flew out, with half of the soldier's arm on it, and the soldier also screamed and flew out, but after all, the fireball was blocked by the magician and a few soldiers around He was staggered by the shock of the explosion.

Asa didn't see the power of his fireball. When he fell to the ground, he was busy dealing with four swords, three knives, five spears and a mace. He didn't catch it until he was stabbed in the back. An opponent's arm was pulled and he was used as a weapon or a shield. This unlucky soldier was only pulled and pushed around in his hands, and he suffered countless blows on his body. Asa threw this tattered weapon forcefully and overwhelmed a group of people, and only then did he have a chance to dispel the curse on himself and use healing spells.

Asa admitted that he underestimated these guys. Judging from the experience and level of the three magicians, as well as the well-organized attack of these fighters, it is obvious that this is a well-trained and experienced regular combat force, but it is deliberately replaced by ordinary soldiers. The clothes are just disguised as ordinary mercenaries.

At first, he thought that this assassination was the same as the previous ones, just some innocuous episodes, and he could finish it in a few strokes. But no doubt he was completely wrong this time. Even if it is an episode, it is not small, let alone innocuous, it can be fatal.

I don't know if I will kill myself, but I will definitely kill others.

It's already noon, no matter whether he, the protagonist, arrives or not, the play there will be staged on time. For a shrewd person like the Marquis, the arrangements must be in place.

You have to get out of this encirclement. The emperor, princes and ministers from all over the world are waiting for him to rescue him. And there's someone else who perhaps feels more important.

In the forest pierced by swords and spears, Asa finally found an opportunity. Standing still, the magic power instantly condensed in his hands, and a fireball was sent out to the soldiers in front. But at the same time, he paused, and a crossbow bolt pierced his shoulder.

There is no way, this is already the maximum dodge that can be done when casting magic. Originally, this crossbow should have pierced his right lung. The mixed crossbowmen inside were definitely the best in the army, they didn't come close to them, and they didn't shoot arrows indiscriminately. They stood far behind the soldiers, waiting for the opportunity to kill them as soon as they shot.

'Boom'. The two fighters at the front were directly blasted into pieces of rotten flesh, with bones and flesh all over the sky, and then the few fighters in the back flew out with broken arms and legs, and a large piece fell down in the next one. This full-force fireball finally blasted a gap in the encirclement. Asa jumped out. Although the horse he was riding had already become a pile of swords when he came, he was confident that he could get rid of everyone here as long as he stood out and surrounded him.

Should be in time, this group of people can't chase him to the hunting place... Before he could finish his thoughts, a sense of stagnation and weakness immediately hit him relentlessly.

The screams of the three crossbow bolts sounded from three different places. He rolled over on the spot, and his weakened and dull body was barely able to dodge the crossbow arrows. As soon as he stood up to dispel the curse on his body, the soldiers behind had already swarmed up and surrounded him with a well-drilled formation.

"Want to run?" Modo seemed to see some advantages, and shouted triumphantly. "Do you want to go to the hunting ground to ask His Majesty the Emperor to save your life? Stop dreaming. I said I already knew what you were thinking."

"**You **** xxx..." Asa, who was almost furious, cursed Modo. It's not to go to the emperor for rescue, but to save the emperor, but these words cannot be said.

"You..." The pampered prime minister obviously had no experience in quarreling with others, and he couldn't reply to Asa's high-level swear words from a common man, his face flushed again. Finally, he screamed at the leader-like man next to him: "Tell them to catch the living ones, and I will pay a hundred gold coins if they are alive. I will cut off his body piece by piece and feed them to the dogs."

The surrounding soldiers did not dare to attack immediately, but surrounded Asa in the center. They all showed fear on their faces. The power of the fireball just now was indeed appalling. No one wants to be bombed to pieces like those soldiers just now.

"Commander, do you know that it is a capital offense for you to use troops without authorization and attack the priests of the church?" exclaimed the officer. "Tell them to let me go there immediately, and I won't hold you accountable."

The man didn't expect to be seen through his identity, and was taken aback.

"It's useless." Modo felt that he had the upper hand again, and patted the commander on the shoulder. "He is a member of our family. The attack has already been attacked. Naturally, I can only kill you. There is no proof of death in the wilderness. I have already prepared a place for you - the belly of the dogs that my family feeds. Who knows that we killed you?" The prime minister laughed triumphantly. "If you ask for mercy, kneel down, and I will ask a soldier to pull a pile of **** for you to eat, and then I will let you die quickly."

Now that his identity has been identified, the commander is also determined to kill him, so he waved his hand and ordered: "Kill him."

Asa didn't speak any more, and it's useless to speak up to this point, and he doesn't want to say any more. He started with all his might.

He didn't think about any tactics or use any magic, he just concentrated all his energy in the cold and violent feeling brought by meditation.

He smashed a blown meteor hammer and the soldier's head with one punch, grabbed a halberd with the other hand, pulled the user directly from the crowd, and kicked it out on his chest After a transparent hole, he used a halberd with his backhand to link the three soldiers behind him alive. At the same time, his shoulder was almost pierced by a big sword. He reached out and grabbed the two-handed sword of fine steel and broke it in two. He took out the half that remained in his body and threw it into the swordsman's chest along with his own blood.

His hand began to have a thin layer of light, under this seemingly insignificant light, the steel weapon became rotten wood, and the human body was no different from mud.

The carefree and transparent feeling after meditation flows through the body. A magician seemed to use the curse of debilitating again, but this time the rushing rush in his body was like a torrent, washing away the little bit of magic power from outside. The gravitational drag caused by the dull spell is also negligible. Strength and agility also seem to be completely integrated under the high concentration of the mind. Every move and every throw can accurately and directly send a huge blow to the opponent's body, in exchange for the deformation of bones and muscles. , tattered, blood splatter.

All his feelings are melted in the **** fighting desire, he doesn't care about anything, he has become a dog who only knows how to sprint towards the target, biting all the obstacles on the road with his teeth and claws A pulpy battle beast.

He has only one target now, and that is the commander.

He grabbed a soldier who was still alive and swung it horizontally, the sound of broken bones exploded like fried beans, and three or four people flew out together. A crossbow arrow passed through his right arm, and he jumped up and threw the **** weapon in his hand at the crossbowman. After a strange sound, the crossbowman and the corpse immediately became indistinguishable up.

A fireball flew over on the left and right, and he kicked a soldier away. The soldier's body caught a fireball in mid-air, and exploded a firework of flames and flesh. He opened his hand to catch the other one, and it exploded in his hand—he couldn't swing the fireball like General Gelu, but fortunately, the fireball wasn't very powerful. The sharp knife broke through the muscles on his shoulder and cut directly to the bone. He could hear the weird sound of his own bones touching the knife surface, which was directly transmitted to his ears through the body instead of the air. He dragged a spear and threw it at a magician, and the spear directly connected the magician and the two soldiers protecting him together, and he turned back and punched the soldier who cut him in the head. Like a rotten persimmon. At the same time, two maces picked up a few pieces of flesh on his body, and three ribs were broken. He let out a frenzied howl and bumped his head on the head of the soldier closest to him, and reflexively opened his mouth to bite. , With a bang, the whole world turned red and fishy.

He kept rushing forward, rushing like this. The soldiers in front kept flying, blood and flesh splattered everywhere. He felt like he had become a meat grinder, with flesh and blood everywhere around him, and he couldn't tell which ones belonged to others and which ones came from himself.

The sense of fear finally overwhelmed the order, and the soldiers began to step aside.

Asa jumped straight at the commander on horseback. The panicked commander drew out the long sword at his waist and stabbed Asa head-on. Asa ignored it and reached out and grabbed it.

The long sword broke into three or four pieces in the palm of his hand as if it had been pierced on an iron plate, and then the pieces were embedded into the commander's face along with his fingers. After a rattling sound that few people had heard, the commander's headless body sprayed blood and staggered off the horse.

"Who else?" Asa raised his head and stared at the group of soldiers~IndoMTL.com~, as if he heard the howl of a beast that was more than a beast in his body. "Who else wants to die?"

Modo had turned his horse and ran away when he started to charge. This was a good start, and the soldiers without their commanders started yelling and turning around and running.

This group of people went faster and more suddenly than when they appeared, and they were all gone in a blink of an eye, leaving only the limbs and corpses here and there.

Asa stared at the mess on the ground, listening to the beast-like breathing in his throat. Slowly, consciousness gradually recovered from the state of meditation. He suddenly knelt down, kneeling on the flesh and blood on the ground, dropped the head that had been pinched like a rotten watermelon in his hand, and began to vomit.

But he struggled to stand up again immediately, ran over and pulled the commander's horse over while throwing up, and ran towards the hunting ground.

There were still twenty or thirty miles to go, Asa desperately whipped the horse, hoping to make it in time.

'Uh' he finally spat out a few pieces of meat, bones and a tooth that he swallowed at some point.