Dust of History Chapter 18: Help me, please

Asa gallops.

Three cavalrymen raised their swords and charged towards him, shouting, as if they were chasing prey. The high-spirited tone of the imperial envoys just now made them eager to make contributions.

Rushing closer, Asayan hit a fireball in the face of a cavalryman, and the cavalry fell off his horse. The other two cavalrymen were taken aback, and Asa seized this opportunity to jump and step on a cavalryman's horse's head, directly passed them and continued to charge forward.

Ahead is the circle where the cavalry were killing the villagers. The grass over there has been stained red with blood, and the screams of the villagers are decreasing.

Asa rushed directly into the cavalry pile, jumped on the horseback and chopped down two cavalrymen with two swords. The other cavalry suddenly panicked, and they all rode their horses to deal with him, and the formation fell into disarray. Asa took the opportunity to rush through the gap in the middle. In front is the imperial envoy and local official Daot who are sitting on their horses and watching the cavalry kill. It is impossible to deal with so many cavalry by yourself. Naturally, it is necessary to find the commander in this situation.

The two barely had time to react when Asa rushed over and pulled them off the horse one by one. Asa immediately put the knife on the neck of the imperial envoy and shouted: "Don't move everything." The cavalry immediately stopped.

Only a few children were left standing in the pool of blood, crying and crying with blood all over their bodies. It seemed that they were not injured. The villagers all protected the children with their bodies inside the human wall. Only the hunter, Levin, grabbed a cavalryman's weapon and struggled vigorously. He had already been stabbed several times, and was half kneeling and gasping for breath covered in blood. In the pool of blood, there were still people groaning softly.

The imperial envoy who was held by the knife around his neck was not very panicked, and still maintained his demeanor of a scholar and the majesty of an official, and said in a contemptuous tone: "Forgive me, you don't dare to hurt my hair. Here The soldiers have seen your appearance, if you dare to hurt the envoy appointed by His Majesty the Emperor, you will become a wanted criminal in the entire empire. And even your family members will..."

He suddenly interrupted his speech with a cry worse than killing a pig. Asa broke one of his fingers and said coldly: "I've never been interested in hurting other people's hair."

groaned a few times, the imperial envoy struggled to maintain his proper tone and said, "How dare you hurt a clergyman like this, such a crime will be punished..." He immediately felt There was a feeling of being torn at the joints of the other two fingers, and the two originally tight bones suddenly pulled the flesh next to them at an unprecedented angle, and even the muscles of the entire arm began to twitch because of the severe pain. There was another animal howl.

"Tell them to dismount and lay down their weapons. Quickly." Asa pinched three fingers of his other hand this time.

"Put down your weapon, put down your weapon quickly!" The imperial envoys screamed and wailed and shouted indiscriminately, with tears, nose, and saliva pouring all over their faces.

Two light footsteps sounded behind him. Asa turned around abruptly and slashed at the face of the cavalry behind him who wanted to sneak attack. The cavalry screamed and flew several steps away, falling to the ground and rolling with blood all over his face. A few **** teeth flew to Daut who was beside him. He immediately stopped touching his waist and knelt there obediently, sweating profusely.

Asa used the back of the knife, which probably cracked the soldier's face. He didn't want to kill people indiscriminately, and the two cavalrymen who were cut down just now were not fatally wounded.

"Everyone dismounts and puts down their weapons. I don't want to say it again." Asa tightened his grip on the finger of the imperial envoy, and the imperial envoy immediately cried and repeated for him. Feng De had long since disappeared: "Get off your horse, put down your weapon, he will do whatever he says. Are you idiots going to watch him kill me?" All the cavalry immediately scrambled to get off their horses and put down their weapons.

Asa looked at the rest of the villagers, there were still a few seriously injured. Even if we let them go now, they will not go very far.

Asa let go of the imperial envoy's hand, tightened the knife around his neck and said, "Do you have any seal documents or tokens? Take them out."

"Yes, yes." The imperial envoy tremblingly reached into his arms and took out a seal, even more obedient than the most obedient children.

Rod Hart sat up from the ground. Looking at the corpses all over the ground, these folks who were happy and energetic about the fantasy they created for them last night are now being slaughtered like livestock in this place they were looking forward to. He covered his face in pain, shook his head slowly, his voice was smothered from crying: "How could this be..."

Asa took the seal and threw it to Rod Hart and said: "Go and lead some horses, take the living and injured people into the city to find a doctor to bandage them for first aid. If someone asks you on the way, just take this seal I showed them the seal, and said it was the intention of the imperial envoy. The imperial envoy wiped out the heretics here in the forest, and he had to take advantage of the victory to pursue him. He will come back in a few days. These are all wounded soldiers. The farther the better."

The seal fell at Rodhart's feet, but he didn't even look at it. He buried his face in his hands, and his fingers made traces on the flesh of his forehead and cheeks, as if he wanted to rub his facial features to pieces. Tears overflowed from his fingers, he didn't cry, but his whole body was shaking.

Asa kicked him in the face suddenly and shouted: "If you want to cry, go back and cry slowly. Are you going to cry all these people to death here?" A bloodstain was drawn on the minister's neck, and the imperial envoy uttered a cry similar to that between a sheep and a pig, and his crotch immediately became wet.

Rodhart was kicked and rolled on the ground a few times, lying on the grass motionless. Seemingly for a breather, he suddenly stood up on his own.

His two sword eyebrows were tangled together with all his strength, and his lower lip was retracted into his mouth, and he bit it hard with his neat teeth. His mouth was already full of blood. It was broken by that kick just now. The tear-stained face and this expression merged into a kind of sad heroism on his face. He quickly picked up the seal, quickly bandaged the injured villagers briefly, brought a few cavalry horses, and helped them up.

Asa looked at the dozens of horses left by the cavalry, his heart moved, and he asked the hunter Levin: "Is the injury serious? Can you still move?"

"I can't die for the time being." Hunter Levin said, holding his wound. Several of his wounds were deep, and the blood was still flowing out. Fortunately, his physique was strong enough to hold it. Asa motioned for him to come over, stretched out a hand to press on several of his wounds, and tried his best to use healing spells. He has no interest in healing techniques, and he seldom practiced them. These few strokes are already the limit.

He said to the hunter Levin: "Drive away all the horses here, as far away as possible." It is far from the city, and it takes half a day to ride a horse. As long as all the horses are driven away, even if the situation on your side is out of control, you can buy a lot of time for the fleeing villagers.

The hunter Levin turned to drive the horse, and when he passed by Dott, he suddenly held him down and beat him until he was paralyzed on the ground before turning around and driving the horse away in a ball.

Looking at Rod Hart leading the villagers away, the hunter Levin also drove the horses and disappeared into the forest. Asa finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then the anger that had been suppressed for a long time finally came out. He reached out and grabbed the fat on Daot's neck, pulled him over like a dog, knelt with the imperial envoy, and held the knife Putting it on the necks of the two of them, he asked: "I decided to kill one of you and keep the other as a hostage. You two decide for yourself, who deserves to die?"

"Damn him!" the two said in unison.

"He is older than my official. These are all his ideas. He said that he would kill all these bandits." Daot's fat body was trembling, and his voice was like a pig howl. "I'm just a petty official, they asked me to do it."

"I'm thinner than him, so it's much more convenient to be a hostage." He also raised his own hand whose finger was broken by Asa, as if showing off a great achievement. "Look, I've been made like this. I...I don't want to die..." His nose and tears welled up together.

Asa didn't care about their pleading and pity. At some point, the red-robed man who was originally at the edge of the Whispering Forest came over silently, walked into the corpses of the villagers and crouched there. The cavalry had long since lost their minds, and no one cared about him.

Dot, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly got up and ran towards the red-robed man without knowing where his courage and strength came from. He ran to the side of the red-robed man, knelt down and said, "Sir, I have done what you said. I executed all the prisoners in the city and buried them here."

The man in the red robe stood up, nodded and said, "Yes, I have received all the corpses, you have done a good job."

Dot begged: "I know you are a magician, I have seen you use magical magic, please save the imperial envoy from that thug now." He knew that even if he could be rescued now, but If the imperial envoy died, he wouldn't be able to live either. Just now dozens of people here heard him clearly when he shirked responsibility.

The man in the red robe ignored him and looked up at the sky.

Dout reached out and grabbed the red robed man's hand and begged: "I beg you, you can have as many corpses as you want..." He suddenly fell silent because he saw him pulling the corpse out of the red robe. The hand that came out.

It is definitely not a hand that a living person can have, or it seems that it is not a hand at all, but seems to be worn on the skeleton of a human hand with a worn-out old leather glove. The bones can still be seen directly from those broken places, but they are not white, but a kind of dark gray with dead fish eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm very busy." The man in the red robe murmured while staring at the sky. It's just that his hand, which doesn't look like a hand, has already held Daut's hand, and the dry joints have completely sunk into Daut's fat and white hand, like pinching a ball of leavened flour.

Dout stared at his hands, his mouth probably opened so wide for the first time in his life. But no one could see that he was not in pain, but in fear.

His hand, which was plump and fair at first, has withered away, shrinking and discoloring rapidly like a leaf of lettuce on the fire.

He probably yelled something, like screaming or something, but unfortunately he only made some strange exhalation sounds in his throat, and it wasn't him yelling, but his lungs squeezed the air when they withered the sound coming out. His whole body began to shrink like a deflated balloon. Everyone could see clearly how the plump fat on his face slowly deformed and gathered, and finally stuck to the bones. However, his eyes are still moving, and they are still turning left and right, but the muscles on his face have completely withered, and the lone rolling eyes can't express any emotion, it can only show that he is still alive and is feeling how he is. Die little by little.

At last, his eyes finally stopped. In just a few breaths, Lord Daut, who was fat and white just now, has become a mummy.

The man in the red robe let go of his hand and sighed, as if he just drank a cup of not-so-good tea. He was still staring up at the sky.

In the sky, the sun still shines as always, pouring brightness and warmth onto the ground, even now the suddenly weird grass is the same~IndoMTL.com~Suddenly, a shadow appeared on the edge of the sun .

The red-robed man lowered his head, and shouted in his still hoarse and weird voice, but obviously excited: "Come on, the door that only opens once in a hundred years has finally opened." He raised his hand up casually, as if greeting his pet. "Everyone, get up and work."

The villagers around him who were lying in a pool of blood suddenly started to squirm, and then slowly stood up one by one. Some still had holes in their chests, and some had only a skin over their necks and heads, as they had fallen.

Seeing everything in front of them, the cavalry made a sound that could only be heard in a woman's throat, some of them immediately fell to the ground, and most of them turned their heads and ran. It was only when they turned around that they saw that a lot of soil on the grass was cracking, and rotten corpses were crawling out. Those are the pagans that Lord Daut specially buried here during the past half month. One silver coin, one silver coin, out of love for silver coins, Lord Daut killed more than two hundred corpses in this not-so-large grassland.

"It's already here, so don't leave. Please help me." The red-robed man looked at Asa and smiled. "Young man, can you help me too?"