Dust of History Chapter 37: Young people who know how to grow (Part 2)

The moment he fell to the ground, he fell into a coma. Asa was dragged away by Hilton and Jessica, and his head hit the bumps on the ground. The pain was terrific.

Although he has seen necromancers use paralysis and scrolls of paralysis, this is the first time he has personally felt the power of this magic. The fluctuation of the white magic is still gentle and pure, but combined with the vitality flowing in the body in an extremely strange way, the vitality that was originally like a river like the Yangtze River has froze into a thick paste. Congealed glue.

Until this moment, he didn't understand why the huge vitality of the Behemoth would be broadcast under that volume for a few seconds. At such a close distance, a cardinal shot himself, and he was too shocked to dodge or guard at all. Even a Beamon would freeze for several seconds, like wyverns and bulls. Creatures will probably last longer. As for a human being, if he only relies on his own vitality and vitality, it may take a long time to break through this shackle.

However, needless to say, it takes a long time in this situation now, just half a minute is enough to kill. Asa immediately concentrated and entered the state of meditation. How the subtle magic fluctuations are glued together with the veins of flesh and blood.

There is only a trace of vitality and fighting spirit in the lower abdomen that can flow in the whole body. Like catching an earthworm in a paddy field, Asa took great pains to control this subtle vindictiveness, and manipulated it to start from the lower abdomen, follow the sensed magic veins and traces, flow upstream and radiate to the whole body . The progress was still very slow at the beginning, but as the more shackles were untied, the more battle energy and vitality that could be controlled, the progress continued to grow exponentially.

Finally all the magic shackles were broken away. Asa turned over and broke free from the hands of the two and stood up.

"Boss, you are awake. Run, we are no match for those guys." Hilton looked at Asa with a happy face, but his panic did not diminish at all, and he was still running fast. The druid who was the first to escape had already transformed into a werewolf, holding old man Bill on his shoulder and galloping ahead.

Although it felt quite strange in Asa's consciousness, in fact, it was only a few breaths before he fell off the tree after being paralyzed, and they hadn't even run far. Startled, looking at the figure jumping up from the ground, he let out a little bit of surprise.

The feet of the fleeing people were originally faster than galloping horses, but now they are using all their strength in escaping. But the three figures emitting white light behind him were still approaching. The postures of the temple knights clearly seemed to be striding forward, but they were faster than the desperate running of those in front.

After chasing and fleeing, it didn't take long for the few people to rush into the center of the elf city,

There are tall trees and buildings everywhere, some are as high as 20 to 30 meters, and some are as thick as a wooden pile thousands of times larger, scattered in a natural manner. Although it is hundreds of times more grand and prosperous than the elf residence in the Whispering Forest. But there is also no pyrotechnic atmosphere of artificial carving and construction. The only exception is that on the stone platform sandwiched by the three large villages in the center, a huge teleportation magic circle added some artificial traces to this natural place.

"There's no need to escape, I can't escape anyway." Asa stopped suddenly not far from the passing magic circle

The rest of the people also stopped talking. Hilton was foaming at the mouth and fell to the ground. In fact, even if Asa didn't say anything, he probably couldn't last long. His speed is the slowest here, and he has exhausted all his strength to barely follow behind the others. This gallop has already reached his limit.

Old man Bill was trying to persuade the werewolf who was carrying him not to go with Asa along the way. But it wasn't that the wind was too loud to be heard while running, the druid was still running with a few temporary companions, and now when Asa stopped, he also stopped.

The three temple knights were already less than twenty meters behind them, and even if they continued to escape, they would not be able to run very far. And seeing the target stop suddenly, they also stopped suddenly. Originally, the speeding white figure stopped as soon as it said it would stop, but the difference between levels can be seen just by the free transition between movement and stillness.

Lancelot is in the center, and the other two temple knights, one on the left and one on the left, each has a two-handed giant sword. The mouth shows that the lethality of this weapon is definitely higher than that of the big iron block. And the other is a black spear that exudes a real glow like a black diamond. The three of them unhurriedly looked at the five targets who stopped in front of them. The calm and composed demeanor and posture are like three lions watching their prey under their paws.

Elves keep appearing around the same area. On the ground and in the high tree houses, many elves came out to look at these intruders from outside. Probably out of intuition, they all kept quite far away. distance.

"You can unravel Master Adela's spell in such a short period of time. It seems that your strength seems to be beyond my imagination." Lancelot looked at Asa quietly, his brown eyes The light in the eyes is not dazzling, but Asa can feel the silent and invisible penetrating power in it. With just two glances like this, he felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown in front of a wise beast.

Although he is calm and composed, although the difference in strength is so obvious, although he has the confidence in his prey exuding from his belly. But the three temple knights, including Lancelot, did not relax in the slightest. They are still in a state where they can react at any time.

On the contrary, the five people on the opposite side have different shapes. Except for Asa and Jessica, who seemed calmer, the rest were full of laxity and flaws. It was already rare for Hilton to fall to the ground and not lose consciousness. And the old man Bill was still riding on the Druid's back, as if he was reluctant to get off, and the Druid swayed his footsteps uneasily.

The werewolf swayed left and right for a while, and suddenly staggered towards the three temple knights. Asa and the three were stunned. Before they could react, the werewolf druid had already walked in front of Lancelot.

"I surrender." It was not Anderson who spoke, but the old man Bill on his back. The old man pressed his hands on the werewolf's head, and the werewolf's eyes were full of confusion and struggle. Old Bill was slowly tilting his mouse's head while talking, a mouse-like face intertwined with fawning and pretended piety. "This werewolf is a druid, and he's also dirty

Worst heathen ever. I have controlled him with soul shackles just now, and now I want to take refuge in the radiance of the God of Light. I just ask the Lord to forgive me for the past..."

As his head became more and more crooked, the old man's voice became more and more strange. Then all of a sudden his voice fell away, as the increasingly crooked rat head wobbled out of the neck and fell off. And he himself didn't seem to know what was going on, his mouth was still opening and closing, and the expression on his face was surprised by the sudden change in his gaze.

"Pagans are not dirty." Lancelot said lightly, looking down at the head with rolling eyes on the ground. "The only muscle is the selfish soul."

Until this time, the body of the old man Bill who was still on the werewolf's back spewed out a short spring of blood. Lu Yi suddenly woke up. Seeing the temple knights who were close at hand turned pale with fright, he jumped back and quickly avoided.

The three temple knights did not move, at least in the eyes of the surrounding elves and Hilton on the ground, they did not seem to have moved since they stopped and stood still just now. fell off. They all let out an exclamation.

The corners of Asa's eyes twitched, and only he could see clearly that Lancelot hadn't moved at all. It was the temple knight next to him holding a two-handed giant sword who turned around, and that silver flowing giant sword instantly turned into a silver light that passed over the old man's neck. Even old Bill himself didn't realize that his head and neck had actually been separated long ago. It's just that the two-handed giant sword is very thin, and this sword is too fast and clean.

"You...don't accept surrender?" Asa asked with a frown. The expressions on the faces of Hilton and Druid also changed following this question. "No, knights will never wantonly kill the weak and those who have no intention of fighting. Even heretics may have a chance of salvation. But selfishly betraying your companions, That is the manifestation of a dirty soul, which is far more telling than any magic or belief." Lancelot looked at Asa and said lightly. "It is very sensible and correct for him to surrender. But it should never be out

Sell a friend. His friend didn't abandon him when he was running away just now. Now he wants to use his companions as a condition for surrender, the price of survival. Even the glory of the Lord cannot wash away such a selfish soul. "

"Well, you just said that 'heretics are not dirty...' Asa glanced towards the magic circle, then turned to look at the three temple knights in front of him. "It seems that these words are not in line with the identity of the Temple Knight, at least that is not the case with the female Temple Knight."

"The Lord said that tolerance is the greatest light. Anyone who has not determined evil will give him a chance to be redeemed. Justice is a natural force that comes from the heart. It is not a dogma that hangs over the head and manipulates people's behavior. Knight Talis is still young, too naive, and doesn't understand the difference." Lancelot said lightly. His appearance is not very majestic, but he has the kind of extraordinary look that can take people's soul away. The words "justice" and "brightness" that came out of his mouth were so great that they were already starting to be vulgar. They were not the same as those from other people's mouths. They did not have that kind of lofty, worshipful tone, nor did they deliberately raise their voices. Instead, he used an extremely flat voice and demeanor, as freely as an ordinary person talking about his eating habits. But it is this voice that has not been carefully crafted, which is far more infecting than any declaration and preaching, because it contains a trace of anger, and it is the belief that emanates from the personality and soul. He looked at Asa and continued: "Do you mean to surrender by stopping?"

Asa thought for a while, nodded and said, "Probably so. I also know that I have no chance of winning. But before I surrender, I would like to ask a few questions, can I?"

"Okay, you can ask."

"You... how could you be you..." Asa sorted out his thoughts and vocabulary,

The question in his mind is not enough to ask directly. If he directly said that there are actually several necromancers in the church who are secretly manipulating, and that he leaked his whereabouts to attract them instead of the temple knights, such a question would never be believed and accepted by the paladin. "Why do you have so many people here? If it's just to wipe out a group of thieves, it seems that you don't need to go out?"

"I don't know about this, I just took the order of His Highness the Pope to bring back the man who called himself 'Sandro'. From the moment you were there, I already guessed that the person named Sandro mentioned by Knight Talis is you."

"The Pope...the Pope...is His Highness the Pope..." Asa's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he narrowed his eyes due to overthinking.

The only people in the church who could not be associated with necromancers were undoubtedly the pope and the paladin. But the name 'Sandro' originally prepared for the necromancers did not attract the necromancers but attracted the two of them. According to his envisioned plan, since the necromancers are determined to win him. Then you will never want him, who knows a lot of things, to fall.

In the hands of the church, they will definitely find a way to organize the church to interfere and come in person. But the result was exactly the opposite. Are all the necromancers absent? Just didn't hear his hint that he only told them?

But the Pope will never send nearly half of Celeste's masters for a group of thieves,

And this is the only explanation, Sandro is not familiar with necromancers. At least the Pope knew him too.

"The one you said... Talis Knight... only you and the Pope know the news she brought back?

" Asa asked again.

Lancelot also frowned slightly, he was also puzzled by the question and the strange expression this man asked. But he hesitated for a while and replied: "No, there should be many people who know about it. It is said that Master Eschael once strongly recommended me to deal with you."

"Eschael, it's him..." Asa frowned. Since the necromancers knew it was him, why didn't they come? Are you not afraid of being killed while being arrested by the church? Then their clue to Leaf of World Village will be broken. Aren't you afraid of revealing some secrets about the Necromancer Guild after you're caught? Asa only felt tens of millions of flies and bees flying around in his head, but again

I can't pretend to have a clear path.

'Crack. ’ Asa suddenly slapped himself in the face extremely loudly. A palm print immediately appeared.

Everyone was startled, but Hilton and the others suspected that he was going crazy in the face of the three invincible Temple Knights. "I was wrong." Asa sighed heavily.

Lancelot smiled slightly. This is not a mocking joker, but understanding, he said: "The confusion and confusion in the eyes have disappeared. Have you figured out what you thought?"

"I didn't figure it out. But I know I was wrong." Asa nodded dejectedly. "I'm not a scheming person. I don't have a brain to think about conspiracy, but I still have to be clever and play tricks with others. The failure is also my own fault."

"Okay. Rare." Lancelot smiled again and nodded. The joker showed a little approval. "Being able to recognize your own mistakes and admit your weaknesses is an opportunity to grow."

Looking at the paladin's expression that didn't seem to be facing an enemy, Asa felt very strange, and asked: "Since you know that I am the notorious wanted criminal, why does it seem that... you don't hate me so deeply?" ?”

"A wanted criminal is a wanted criminal. But an honest person should be commended, especially if he is honest with himself. Besides..." Lancelot paused and said in a rather strange tone. "About your crime... I don't know very well..."

Asa's heart moved. The crimes of assassinating Bishop Ronis and Duke Mrak are as well-known in the mainland as his wanted name. It is absolutely impossible for the paladin not to 'know', but he said 'not clear'. Among them...

Just when Asa was in a daze, Lancelot's face became serious. Said: "Okay, you have finished asking what you should ask. But the people you waited for have not appeared until now. How about it? Surrender and leave with us immediately, or do you want us to do it?"

Asa sighed~IndoMTL.com~ He understood his position, the look in his eyes just now, and the topic of delaying time. The other party's leisure time is nothing more than the incomparable self-confidence. He took one last look at the motionless teleportation magic circle, turned his head to look at Lancelot, took a deep breath, and said word by word:

"Sorry, I don't surrender."

At this time, a short but brutal battle on the wild highland thousands of miles away from the Tula Leon Forest was drawing to a close.

A few days ago, without warning and without a declaration of war, a team of 4,000 people attacked Oufu from the border of Erathia. This team is not the regular army of Erasia, almost all of them are armed by the Church of Erasia. Although it is a motley army, its team members and combat effectiveness are not inferior to regular troops. There are quite a few magicians and priests in it, and even ten griffins are among them as scouts and against wyverns. This team of people roamed around Oufu, ignored Oufu's ultimatum, and acted as if they were ready to attack at any time. But once there was any movement in the orc army, they immediately backed away.

But today's raid they didn't escape or they didn't find out, because there were very few people who launched the raid and their actions were very covert. It's just a dozen orcs and two humans.