Dust of History Chapter 10: Stupid (below)

Daylight streams in through a vent in the roof of the cell. Xiaoyi knew that it was time. She let out a long sigh.

"It's already morning." Clovis' voice came. "It's today."

"I know." Xiaoyi replied lightly.

After a while of silence, Clovis' voice suddenly sounded again. "Let me see you, okay?"

Xiaoyi silently walked to a corner where she could see Clovis' cell. With the sunlight coming in, one could see a person sitting in the opposite steel fence. That person was already so thin that he was out of shape and haggard, his blond hair that was once as dazzling as the sun had long since faded and was messy like a bird's nest, and the face that had fascinated thousands of girls in the capital could no longer be found. A little trace of the past. If she hadn't been talking to him all this time, Xiaoyi would never have recognized that the man opposite was the once so mighty and imposing number one knight of the kingdom.

Clauvis's eyes, which were once full of murderous intent and deterrence at any time, were bloodshot, but their eyes were surprisingly calm. He took a closer look at Xiaoyi, and even managed to smile: "After being locked up here for so long, you can still be so tidy, and you look like a bride."

"Bride?"

"At least it's more like when you married me." Although Clovis looked more haggard than a beggar, his eyes and voice were calm. "I just remembered now. We seem to be husband and wife."

"Really? Too bad I can't even think about it."

There were orderly and vigorous steps outside the dungeon, followed by the sound of the door opening. A group of heavily armored swordsmen entered the dungeon.

"Do you know. I didn't realize until now that I actually like you a little bit." Clovis' voice was not deliberately lowered, but it was weak and unpleasant amidst the loud footsteps of the swordsmen. "Because I like you a little bit, I hate you so much."

Originally, Xiaoyi thought that she would not be surprised when she heard anything again, but this sentence surprised her and even made her a little dazed.

The swordsmen opened Xiaoyi's fence and brought her out. Clovis sat by the fence and watched her with a strange peace in his eyes.

"Goodbye. Bride. No, farewell." When Xiaoyi was brought out of the dungeon, she heard Clovis' voice echoing alone inside.

The execution ground is located in the central square of the capital. A high platform was temporarily built on the edge of the square, and the Duke personally supervised the execution on it.

The Duke carefully re-examined the layout around the square, and nodded in satisfaction. Then he narrowed his eyes, carefully recalled every street in the capital, every ambush setting in his mind, and then nodded with satisfaction. He was sure that no matter what method that person used to sneak in or sneak in, as long as he showed up, he would never be able to escape.

The square is full of guards from the Royal Capital and magicians from the Academy of Magic. The Duke has already ordered the general public to be strictly prohibited from approaching around the square, lest the target be mixed in.

The church has not yet appointed a new bishop. Now the Academy of Magic is temporarily presided over by two great priests, and the Duke let them send out magicians with little effort or words. In addition to the 10,000 soldiers of the Royal Guards. This is definitely an elite unit that can easily capture a city.

What kind of person can stand out from such a tight battle?

Life is precious, but love is more expensive. The Duke loves that phrase now. He is hoping that the goal is love, although thousands of people will go there.

"Do you think he is hiding under the window of some residential house right now? His heart is in disarray and his blood is boiling. He knows that he is going to die when he comes out, but he is reluctant to leave?" the Duke smiled and asked Rodha behind him. special.

"Probably." Rodhart replied. Although his figure was still so handsome and upright, and he was still so full of bearing, he looked a little ridiculous. Because his eye circles are blue, his nose is swollen, and his hands are still bandaged.

He just came back the day before yesterday. But he didn't bring the old blacksmith father that the Duke had expected, nor did he bring anything useful, only this embarrassing injury.

Rodhart rushed to the Karondo Basin with the arrest warrant that day. According to Tu Suoji's inquiries, it was indeed verified that the wanted criminal's hometown was a village in the basin, as the Duke had expected. There was indeed an old father of a blacksmith, but that father had long since died, and he had no other relatives or friends. According to the Duke's instructions, Rodhart carefully questioned the villagers, and he must find his closest and best neighbors and friends to arrest him.

Under investigation, Rod Hart found an old adventurer behind the village and planned to arrest her and bring her to the capital. It's a pity that the old woman pinned Rodhart, the captain of the paladins, to the ground as if she was grabbing a chicken, and asked him what the arrest warrant was all about. Several officers who went with them drew their weapons and were about to strike, but the old woman just moved casually, and all the officers who had been through the battlefield for a long time fell to the ground and yelled.

Rod Hart is not only smart, but also has a good vision, and he can analyze the situation more clearly. He didn't have the slightest attempt to resist, and obediently replied that this person had colluded with the Necromancer Guild to assassinate Bishop Ronis, so he wanted to come here to investigate... Before he could finish speaking, his hand was broken by the old woman. The old woman just told him coldly that if he said another word of nonsense, he would never have the chance to lie again in his life.

"Then what do you say?" His Excellency the Duke asked.

"I didn't say anything. I just stated what happened in the capital at that time." Although Rodhart's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his expression remained calm and calm. It can be imagined that even when he was pressed to the ground like a dog and his arm was twisted, he didn't struggle in the slightest. "Then the old woman didn't say anything, just let me go with a sneer." His voice was very calm, and even his words were so polite, as if he was indeed a respectable old man.

The duke nodded and asked, "Why didn't you go to the magistrate to mobilize the army to arrest this man afterwards?"

"Because I don't want to die." Rodhart replied lightly.

The other people who went with Rodhart were all carried back, and the better their skills, the more serious their injuries seemed, and several of them were completely disabled. Rod Hart was able to stand not because he was the weakest, but because he was the smartest and most aware of current affairs.

The Duke didn't pay much attention to this matter. It's just one person, no matter how powerful it is, it's not enough to have any impact on the overall situation. That necromancer is a perfect example.

The prisoner has been led to the stake and tied up. She was neatly dressed in a prison uniform and looked like a bride. She looked around quietly and indifferently, and closed her eyes. From beginning to end, he never glanced at the high platform.

The surrounding soldiers were silent, and everyone was on guard against an attack that would come from nowhere. From the Duke's announcement and such a large array of guards, anyone who is smart can guess that this is to deal with the criminal who assassinated Bishop Ronnies. Some soldiers were already filled with anger and fighting spirit, while others were filled with fear. The battle between the Paladins and the Necromancer a month ago was so tragic that even the listeners were all terrified. Dealing with only one necromancer, even the most elite paladins would lose dozens of people, and ordinary soldiers might be as vulnerable as a caterpillar under necromancer magic. Now this square with thousands of people is actually not the slightest human voice.

It seems to have foreseen the gluttonous feast that will appear here, and there are many crows gathered on the surrounding roofs for some time. They seem to be infected with this somewhat weird atmosphere, watching the crowd in the square without saying a word.

The timber of the soldiers finally piled up. As soon as the Lord Duke gives an order, the fire can be lit immediately. But no one dared to ask the Duke for instructions.

The square full of people in broad daylight is so quiet. It was eerily quiet, as if there was a faint smell of corpses.

On the high platform, the Duke stood up, looked around the square for the last time, and raised his hand. But looking at the calm and water-like daughter on the stake, that hand actually hesitated.

Dazed for a moment, the Duke realized that the eyes of thousands of people here were all on his hands. He took a deep breath, his slender eyes suddenly opened wide, and a sharp light shot out suddenly. The hand waved down.

All eyes turned to a priest at the stake.

The pastor seemed a little apprehensive in the face of the most solemn ceremony in his life, and he walked to the stake with a torch in his hand. His steps trembled a little. He knew that if someone really wanted to rob the court, it was usually at this time that he would say "Keep someone under the sword", and then an arrow would come and stab him right through. Oh, no, it should be 'Keep people under fire'. If the one who came was really the spy of the Necromancer Guild, then what was shot might not be an arrow, but a bunch of rotting poison or a bone spear...

Slowly passing the torch to the woodpile, the priest's hands were trembling, he was fully on guard, or he was waiting for the shout and the magic of the hidden weapon...

"Stop it." Sure enough, a cry came at this critical moment. The priest threw down the torch with the speed and explosive power only a warrior could, rolling and dodging on the spot. Everyone's tensed heartstrings burst out suddenly. The sound of thousands of long swords being unsheathed at the same time suddenly turned the silent square into a murderous look.

But no magic arrows came. At the end of the long street, a fast horse rushed over, and the man on it was brandishing a long sword.

The target had already appeared, and all the crossbowmen ambushing around appeared all at once, and the mages began to chant spells.

"Stop it." This time the yell came from the Duke.

The command of the battle had already been arranged. When the Duke gave an order, dozens of captains immediately told his subordinates to stop. But even so, several magician's fireballs were thrown out.

'Boom'. Although a few fireballs did not hit the target directly, they all exploded nearby, knocking all the people and horses to the ground. The man didn't seem to be injured, so he just stood up in disgrace, waving the long sword in his hand and rushed towards here, shouting: "Sister, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."

"Stop, stop, stop everything." The Duke was furious and anxious on the high platform. Fortunately, those crossbowmen heard the order in time and did not turn the future imperial concubine into a hedgehog on the spot.

Chris waved the weapon in her hand out of order and rushed towards the square. The soldiers heard the order, and they didn't dare to make a move, and they didn't dare to get close to the princess who was waving their weapons wildly, but she rushed in.

On the stake, Xiaoyi's calm face had already collapsed, and she watched her sister burst into tears.

"Go and catch that idiot and bring it back to me." The Duke ordered Rodhart angrily. Since the arrest of the eldest daughter, the younger daughter who is about to become the imperial concubine has been crying and making noises every day. She also said that she will ask the emperor to order a pardon or she will resolutely not marry herself, which caused the duke a lot of headaches. So he ordered her to be placed under house arrest. Unexpectedly, she somehow escaped at this juncture.

Rodhart jumped off the high platform and ran over quickly, picked up the sword that grabbed Chris and walked back. Chris was still crying and struggling, and Rodhart knocked her unconscious with one hit on her neck.

Seeing that the troublemaker who came out halfway was taken away, not only the Duke heaved a sigh of relief, but the tense nerves of the soldiers also eased. After such a commotion, the tense atmosphere was gone. The priest who lit the fire got up from the ground, feeling a little embarrassed, picked up the torch on the ground and threw it into the woodpile.

Sure enough, there is no magic flying across the sky. The pastor breathed a sigh of relief, looked around carefully, and found that nothing happened. Although it was raining sporadically. But the wood was well piled and dry, and the fire burned quickly. The priest turned and backed away.

But taking a few steps back, the pastor felt a little strange. Because there seemed to be a vague and weird smell coming from nowhere, and it seemed to be a little familiar. He looked around, only to find that the rain falling from the sky was actually black, and the strange smell came from the rain.

A larger drop of rain fell on the pastor's hand. The pastor pinched it with his hand, and found that the rain was a bit like the mud in the gutter.

He looked up at the sky strangely. The sun was shining brightly without a cloud, except for a large bird hovering above.

A drop of stinking black rain happened to fall into his mouth. He quickly lowered his head and rolled his tongue, covering the drop of rain with a mouthful of saliva.

'Bah'. He spat out the saliva forcefully. But with the saliva came half a tongue, a few teeth, and even half a lip.

The pastor thought his eyes were blurred. He reached out and touched his own mouth, feeling nothing. Then he saw that his two fingers, which had just picked up the rainwater, fell to the ground, and they were already black as if they had been soaked in ink.

He swallowed, trying to think hard about what was going on. But he suddenly and involuntarily hiccupped for a long time.

The burp was very stinky, as if he had just eaten a bucket of boiled feces, and something seemed to rush into his mouth with the burp, and when he vomited again, he saw a small piece of internal organs. Then he doesn't know anything.

Other people in the square also began to notice the strange rain. Some people also had relatively large raindrops with strange shapes. At first glance, they looked like human fingers, ears, etc., but they were all black and soft and smelly like mud.

"It's a necromancer!" Finally someone began to shout hysterically. The people who shouted were several priests and magicians. They all participated in the siege of necromancers at the magic academy, and they had all seen this black porridge-like liquid.

Although the effect of this black juice this time is quite different from the effect of the necromancer's touch-and-die effect, the scope of this time is so large that almost the entire square is shrouded in it.

A more intense rain fell again. This time, someone finally saw where the black dead rain came from. First, two small black dots fell from the bird's back, and it was only when it got closer to the ground that it seemed to be two people, and then the two people suddenly and completely exploded, turning into a bird. That strange black rain fell down.

Someone got drops in their eyes when they looked up. They screamed and quickly covered them with their hands. Many people hurriedly used their hands to wipe the place where the black rain fell, but they wiped a large piece of flesh and was directly taken off.

Compared to the damage caused by the black rain, fear has a greater impact on the soldiers. Seeing the people around him wipe off half of their faces when they wiped their faces, no matter how well-trained a soldier was, he couldn't stand it. What's more, there are definitely not a few people in the square who were hit by black raindrops. The scene suddenly turned into a mess, many people had fallen down and rolled on the ground, and more people were running away. The priests desperately used healing techniques, purification techniques, and detoxification techniques, screaming in horror and screaming in pain. Their orders are completely covered up, and less than half of the officers who can issue orders.

The bird that rained black uttered a cry that resounded through the sky, and began to dive downward. Several pastors who have been to the western front have already shouted out: "It's the orc's wyvern!"

"Your Excellency... Could it be that Oufu and the necromancer are in collusion?" A senior officer who retreated under the awning of the high platform looked at Duke Mrak in horror.

"No, they will say that the spies of the Necromancer Guild stole it themselves." The duke's eyes flashed wildly. Unexpectedly, this kid was able to go to Oufu in such a short period of time, and even borrowed a wyvern.

The biggest reason why the Duke is in a hurry to get rid of Asa is Oufu.

Although Bishop Ronis asked Sedros to hand over the letter to the imperial court with the evidence of his collusion with Oufu, but once Bishop Ronis died, Sedros, who seemed to have some relationship with Asa, would definitely Guess it was my own hands and feet. Although it is uncertain how quickly these evidences will be handed over to the imperial court, it will definitely be faster than mastering the Paladins himself.

Asa alone who doesn't understand the means of political and diplomatic conspiracy, or the Duke of Sedros alone can still deal with it. But if the two are united, if Sedros finds a way to help Asa get rid of the charges and let him be a witness, then even the gods may have nowhere to go. So the Duke did not hesitate to sacrifice all costs, but he had to force Asa out first and kill him first. .

In the current situation, it is even more necessary to kill this kid here. Even if Sedros wanted to help this kid, borrowing his wyvern should be the limit. It is impossible for a large number of orc warriors to come to the capital in such a short period of time. If you use the Wyvern to carry a few, not only will it not be effective, but if it fails, there will be a danger of counterproductive effects. It can be said that the kid stole the Wyvern himself, but if someone is sent, the charge of colluding with the Necromancer Guild to kill Bishop Roniss will be a certainty and there will be no room for maneuver. Let alone testifying against himself, even Oufu will immediately be hostile by the church.

So in the current situation, no matter what, this kid must be killed. The Duke took a deep breath, and a thunderous roar rolled out: "Archers and magicians are ready."

But the Wyvern just descended for a while, then hovered at a fairly high altitude, and then another corpse fell from it. The people below became even more flustered, and the officers could no longer control the soldiers. The body was falling towards the stake, and the soldiers began to scatter in all directions.

But the corpse didn't explode, and the falling speed didn't seem to be that fast, as if someone blessed the corpse with the feather fall technique. It was only when it was about to fall to the ground that someone saw that there seemed to be a rope tied around the waist of the corpse. And the hands and feet of the corpse were still moving, or it wasn't a corpse.

"Archer and magician shoot me." The Duke's roar spread out.

But it was the crows sitting on the surrounding roofs that moved before the archers and magicians.

These crows stood there quietly from the very beginning, matching the dignified and tense atmosphere without moving. But until the bottom became a mess, these little things remained motionless like sculptures. But everyone doesn't care about this. And now, almost at the same time as the Duke's roar appeared, nearly a thousand crows in the surrounding area all flapped their wings and flew towards the central stake.

"You....Why are you really here..." Xiaoyi looked at the person who landed beside her from the sky, and finally burst into tears. Her expression was excited, joyful, and sad.

Asa looked at her with a smile in his eyes but did not answer. He was reciting complex and difficult spells, and all the flying crows gathered around the two of them, densely forming a sphere to enclose them.

'Boom. ’ A fireball exploded on the crow. The fireball technique, which was supposed to blow people to pieces, failed to blow these crows away, and only blasted the outermost ones to pieces. There was not even the slightest trace of blood in the fragments, and all that was splashed was black, foul-smelling juice and stiff muscles like stones.

"Hold on to me." Asa shouted, and pulled out the knife behind her back to cut off the iron chain on Xiaoyi's body. Xiaoyi put her arms around Asa's waist. The crossbow arrows and magic shot at the crow beside them made the sound of shooting into wood, and they couldn't penetrate these little birds. Asa let out a long cry, and the Wyvern hovering in the sky began to flap its wings and take the two of them off the ground.

The officers finally regained command of the soldiers, and the people who were still moving in the entire square rushed towards the stake, shouting. But even when the nearest soldiers rushed to the burning stake, they could only watch the black ball wrapped in crows rise towards the sky, and many soldiers threw their spears and arrows in their hands. It can only knock down some crows.

Some wiser magicians and archers have already attacked the rope that tied the two of them. But it was just a thin rope after all, and the hit rate was really pitifully low. And that rope was obviously not ordinary, it was not damaged at all after being shot by dozens of bows and arrows and even a fireball.

"Archers continue to shoot people. Magicians shoot wyverns." The Duke roared.

But the mages were standing too far away for the wyvern's height. The fireball and lightning of the low-level magician dissipated on the way, and most of the ones that could reach the height of the wyvern missed their target. Only one or two weak fireballs hit the wing of the wyvern.

The Wyvern let out a long hiss, and his body sank slightly, but immediately rose slowly again. The defense and life of this swamp monster cannot be dealt with by a few spells.

A torrential rain of bows and arrows fell on the surrounding zombie crows, and the crows began to be hindered by the arrows on their bodies from flapping their wings or fell down by the weight of too many arrows. Xiaoyi hugged Asa with one hand, made several gestures in the air with the other, and recited: "The elf in the air, please obey my will and block the attack for me." A strong whirlwind began to form outside the crow, and the archer's The attack was weakened a lot immediately, and many arrows that were not strong enough were blown away directly.

Asa looked at Xiaoyi in surprise. This 'Whirlwind Aegis' is a very advanced air magic, and it was unexpected that she could use it, and it was in such an emergency situation.

The wyverns have grown higher and higher, and magic is no longer within reach. Xiaoyi and Asa had risen to a height of 20 meters. Although there were very few crows around, bows and arrows could not hit them at such a height and under the influence of the Whirlwind Aegis.

Xiaoyi and Asa looked at each other. Xiaoyi's face was still full of tears, but the eyes of both of them were full of joy.

"Don't worry about the flying dragon, I will cast all the magic on people." The Duke's voice sounded again, and it was getting closer. The two looked down, and the Duke was rushing directly below them at a speed that was not commensurate with his figure.

In a hurry, only six nearby magicians could attack them accurately. Four fireballs and two ice picks flew from three different directions.

"The fireball on the lower left is over to you." Asa yelled, stretched out his hand, and three instant fireballs greeted him in three directions, colliding with the other three and exploding in the air at the same time. And Xiaoyi defeated a fireball with a bolt of lightning.

Three instant fireballs are already the limit, and the magic power can no longer be condensed in a short time. Asa drew a knife in his hand and cut an ice pick, and he stretched out his right foot to catch the remaining one. With a pop, his right foot was **** and completely frozen. But this blow was blocked after all.

With this delay, the two of them rose another ten meters. They could rise to a safe height before the mage could muster his next attack.

Freedom is within reach.

The Duke shouted loudly from below. A soldier was caught by the Duke and thrown into the sky, dancing and shouting.

The Duke's body suddenly rose, and he stepped on the shoulder of another soldier below. The sound of bone breaking sounded, and the soldier's shoulders collapsed completely, and he fell down with a scream.

The Duke had already jumped into the air on the soldier's shoulder. With a wave of his hand, a picked soldier's long sword roared towards him. The sword was not aimed at the wyvern or the person, but at the rope between them.

This is no longer those fluffy bows and arrows, but a long sword that spins rapidly. Just listening to the wind, one can understand that even if there is an iron chain in the middle, it will definitely break under this sword.

The knife in Asa's hand came out. With a crisp sound, the long sword thrown by the Duke was immediately shattered by the knife. The knife flew down to the ground with an arc.

The Duke is smiling, the kindness and kindness in the fat smile has long since disappeared, replaced by ferocity. Because he still has a long sword in his hand. He swung his hand again, and the sword flew towards the rope with a wind sound ten times stronger than before.

At the same time, the Duke stepped on the chest and stomach of the soldier he threw into the air. The soldier's chest and abdomen suddenly sunken, and he couldn't even scream. Blood and internal organs spurted wildly from his mouth and nose and fell from mid-air. It's just that this not-so-high height has already been smashed to pieces.

Using this leverage, the Duke once again shot up into the air and rushed towards the two people in midair. With a wave of his right hand from his waist, there was a sharp choke sound, and his own slender sword was already in his hand. The human sword has become one.

Xiaoyi sang in a low voice, and shot a icy arrow at the long sword whizzing towards the rope above their heads. But the snow-white water magic was vulnerable to the sound of wind and thunder from the rapidly spinning long sword, and it flew away like foam. The long sword remained undiminished, and flew towards the line of fate.

Xiaoyi's body was already stiff, and her eyes were full of despair. Heaven and **** is that line.

With a moan like the lowest note on a lyre string, the stretched rope snapped.

People in the entire square were watching the battle in mid-air, seeing that the rope was finally broken under the attack of the Duke, they shouted in unison. Half applauded and half exclaimed. Because although the rope is broken, only one person is falling down, while the other person is going up.

Asa's eyes never left the flying sword. The moment before the rope broke, he had embraced Xiaoyi with both hands and threw her up. The timing of the strength and speed used was just right, just enough for her to fly to the place where the rope broke after being cut by the long sword.

Xiaoyi already understood it after being thrown on the ground. Grabbing with both hands, she had grasped both ends of the broken rope, using her hands as the connecting rope. Asa's figure only dropped a little, and immediately stabilized again.

The severe pain in the pulling force of both hands made Xiaoyi hum. But she knew that as long as she persisted for a while, the Wyvern could fly away from the Royal Capital and land.

But there is a duke down there.

The sound of breaking the wind from the Duke's body turned out to be as sharp as an arrow. There was nothing majestic or exaggerated about his sword power, he didn't want to crush anything and annihilate anything, he just wanted to kill people.

All the sharpness and function of the rapier, including all the strength and skills of the Duke, are concentrated on that point of the sword tip, and even the steel plate sword can pierce through it. And the tip of the sword was pointing at the center of Asa's eyebrows, even if measured by a ruler, it was the middle and deadliest center of the eyebrows. A sword piercing through here has the same effect as twisting a person into seventy or eighty pieces, it just kills people.

The Duke's sword is like his own, it has nothing, the only thing it has is the effect, the most efficient effect.

The hand that threw Xiaoyi with all its strength just now was completely weak. Asa no longer had the strength to receive the Duke's sword. But he uttered a few weird syllables, and the few remaining crows circling around all turned around and flew into the Duke's sword.

Such a good effect even made Asa startled, but he immediately saw the figure of the Duke flying over.

A crow can deflect a sword, but it can never deflect a person. When the Duke saw the crow flying over, he had already abandoned his sword on his own initiative, rushed over and hugged Asa's waist, and pulled down hard.

Xiaoyi screamed, and she could no longer hold the weight of two people~IndoMTL.com~The end of the rope connected to the wyvern slipped out of her hand with a piece of flesh in her palm. She went down with Asa below.

The Duke's forceful tug did not stop the two of them from Asa's fall, and he also used his force to slow down his fall in the air. When even Xiaoyi was led by Asa to fall down and passed in front of the Duke, the Duke stretched out his hand to borrow strength from her, completely easing his fall.

"Catch the living." Still in the air, the Duke yelled out the order.

Asa and Xiaoyi used the feather fall technique, and they landed safely. But as soon as they landed, dozens of long swords and spears were densely pressed against them, and thousands of soldiers in the entire square had surrounded them with hundreds of layers.

'Plop'. Even with the help of the two of them, the Duke, who was completely ignorant of magic from such a high place, still fell into a panic, rolling on the ground several times before dispelling the force of his fall.

Without its driver, the wyvern circled twice in the air, then flew westward with a hiss.

Standing up in disgrace, the Duke saw the two people who had been held up with swords and could not move. With the most embarrassing image in his life, he let out the most uncontrollable insolent laughter.