Dust of History Chapter 48: Stolen

Moduo, who originally hoped to hear soft words of begging for mercy, froze for a moment. He followed Asa's gaze and saw an old man standing not far away, clapping his hands, with an expression of indifference, Looking at it with the eyes of watching the excitement in the market.

Moduo was slightly taken aback, he didn't realize when and how the old man came here. But the faces of the swordsmen of the Holy Knight Order and the mage, who had been like sculptures without any fluctuations since the beginning of the battle, were now full of horror. Even the feelings they had tempered on the line of life and death did not realize how this old man appeared here at all. Even if he noticed the old man now, he still couldn't feel the slightest movement or breath of living things, as if it was just an illusion of nothingness.

But illusions never speak. The old man didn't seem to see anyone else, and looked at Asa on the ground with a mocking smile like chatting like no one else, and said: "I thought you would definitely get wind of it right away, but now you are like a pig on the chopping board. Being drenched in urine."

"Bastard, save me quickly, I'm dying." Asa lost all strength to speak, and he was already bleeding from Sandro's scolding in his heart. It hurts like hell.

Sandro stared at him, and retorted unhurriedly: "You're the bastard, how can I save you? Everyone here can see that I'm just a helpless old man. Can deal with these big guys who still have knives in their hands."

Young Master Prime Minister is still there in a daze, not knowing what's going on. And the magician immediately changed his expression, waved his hand, and shouted at the swordsman: "Kill it."

The blades of the two swordsmen were already touching Asa's carotid artery, and when they received the signal, they immediately pressed their wrists and exerted force.

But the two swords just slipped over Asa's neck, cut two **** mouths, and fell to the ground. The strength of the swordsmen only reached their elbows and had nowhere to go.

The two arms fell to the ground without a sound, and the two swords were still tightly held in their hands.

The two swordsmen shouted. But more than half of the cry is not pain, but panic and shock.

They have always focused on the weird old man in front of them. But the old man did not move, he copied it leisurely with both hands. The shot is another person.

This person had been lying upright not far away, but now he suddenly flew up, swooping towards him with a speed as fast as a leopard and a posture as smooth as a snake. The long sword in his hand chopped off the hands of the two swordsmen in unison.

The person who rushed over continued to rush past the swordsman without losing momentum, and landed on the other side in a strange posture. His legs bent awkwardly like locusts, and he stepped on the ground, his buttocks and waist almost touching together. As soon as he landed, he turned around again, and those twisted legs jumped, straightened, and rushed back like lightning.

His posture in the air is weird, completely out of balance and coordination, as if he was just thrown by his twisted legs. But in this strange but extremely rapid posture, his right hand holding the sword suddenly stretched like a whip, and became soft. It went around behind his back, and a long section protruded from his left armpit. The sword chopped off the heads of the other two swordsmen who held Asa.

It doesn't matter whether it's a broken hand or a U-turn, the four swordsmen are all top-notch masters, but they hardly even have time to react to this 'person''s attack. This person's shot was too fast and weird, with sudden ups and downs, there was no clue at all. It looks like a monster made by mixing several different types of insects with snakes and lizards.

More importantly, the swordsmen didn't know how to react due to the extreme horror, because the person who made the attack was actually their companion.

This man heroically left a deep scar on Asa's body with a long sword in his hand just now, and at the same time, the broken sword thrown by Asa went straight into his brain. But now he stood up again and rescued Asa with a faster, more energetic and imposing action than before.

His face is full of fragments of metal, and there is only a big blood hole left in one eye. There is a tear of blood hanging below it, which seems to be a little sad for his own death, while the other eye is completely lifeless. He stared at the terrified people around him. He is now like a reptile crawling on the ground with one hand, two feet, and one hand, and the other elongated and deformed hand rests on the ground like a whip. It can be seen that the bones inside have been torn to pieces by his actions. .

Contrary to the sluggish eyes, his body swayed weakly like a mollusc, as if gathering strength, and suddenly shot at the magician like a giant frog pounced on food.

The swordsmen finally woke up from the horror. After years of training, they immediately regained their clear fighting consciousness and steel-like fighting spirit. The two swordsmen with broken arms rushed towards the jumping monster. He hugged his limbs tightly with his remaining hands and feet. Even if they have lost their combat effectiveness, they must fight for the opportunity for their companions to attack.

But the leading magician completely ignored this kind of heroic self-sacrifice, and instead shouted at the remaining swordsmen: "Flee quickly, run away scattered, go back and report to the captain, report to the captain." The swordsmen in the past were only slightly stunned, and immediately scattered and started to run away.

A magician is usually the person with the clearest, calmest mind and the most accurate judgment. What he says is an order when there is no captain.

In just this short sentence, the two swordsmen who flew up were already dead. Almost at the same time they hugged the monster, the person who had died a long time ago suddenly opened his mouth. His mouth opened so wide that it tore his own cheek, and the mouth went down to the ear. He bit off half of a swordsman's head with one big mouth that was deformed like a snake. Then his head tilted and hit another swordsman's head with a muffled drumming sound, and both heads deformed together. The two swordsmen whose heads were out of shape fell limply, but the monster-like corpse still stood firm against the rotten persimmon-like head, and looked at it with the eyeball that had half protruded from the socket. The swordsmen who were about to escape rushed towards them again.

But he only jumped halfway and loaded it down straight. The magician hit his lower body with a thunderbolt of ice, and his waist and two feet immediately froze into a large ice cube.

Falling to the ground, this completely deformed and frozen person seemed to be struggling to chase after the swordsman, but when he found that he was indeed unable to move, he immediately put his own one still intact and able to move. He tore it off, and hurled it like a spear with that long, strange hand.

A fleeing swordsman fell down immediately, with the hand inserted into the back of his head like a tombstone.

The corpse pinched his own neck again, tore off his half-rotten head, and threw it out. The rotten head was sprinkled with blood and other various fragments and made a strange roar, and finally it was completely broken together with a swordsman's head. Then this headless corpse, whose lower body was frozen into a whole block of ice, and whose upper body was only left with a deformed snake-like arm, finally stopped moving, as if the evil spirit carrying it had finally exhausted its own strength.

The magician didn't see the scene behind him, and he didn't care about Asa who fell on the ground. He used all his energy to face Sandro. He could already see that the strange mutations of these corpses were all the work of this old man, and this was the real enemy.

But Sandro ignored him, just muttered a few syllables that no one could understand, and pointed to the corpses on the ground, and the four new corpses immediately jumped up. Get up, use hands and feet to chase the fleeing swordsman at the same weird but extremely fast speed as the corpse just now.

In an instant, two swordsmen were caught up. The corpse stretched its limbs like a tarantula killing its prey. It hugged the swordsman tightly and then pulled it. The swordsman moaned half from his throat and half from his body. His body was alive like a roasted chicken. torn apart.

Cold sweat dripped from the magician's head. Facing the fully guarded man, he, an old man, was able to use spells as if nothing had happened, and his movements and use of magic so lightly made him not know how to make a move. Such a strange and unimaginable magic was used in such an understatement, and the control and cultivation level of magic may even be higher than that of Bishop Roniss.

The magician stretched out his hand, took a deep breath, and concentrated his magic power. He didn't chant mantras, but simply and directly gathered all his magic power, every bit of energy in his body, and even vitality into one point like a warrior condensing his fighting spirit. Facing an opponent whose spellcasting art is much higher than himself, spending energy on magic control is almost an opportunity for the opponent. He doesn't ask what kind of spells he can cast or what kind of damage he can cause to this person. He only hopes that his decades of magic cultivation can make it difficult for him to resolve it, and prevent him from manipulating those corpses so that Several companions had a chance to escape.

There was a burst of white light in the center of the magician's palm, and the magic power inside was impatient to break through the shackles of this **** and rush out. This is the essence of magic that a senior magician has worked hard for decades, and the power released in one breath is no less than that of any spell

Sandro still copied his hands, completely looking relaxed as a bystander. The two headless corpses caught up with the two swordsmen and pulled them to pieces.

The magician breathed out, and the light on his palm soared.

Sandro finally made a move, but he just pulled out a hand casually, scratched in the air with his pale hand, twisted it, and made a gesture, as if twisting the air in the air. An invisible switch.

The magic power in his body was about to rush out from the palm of his hand, when the magician suddenly felt that two muscles on his arm twitched inexplicably. His straight hand bent over and pressed his palm against his face. He originally wanted to fight against the arm that suddenly went its own way, but helplessly, the last bit of strength in his body had been transformed into magic power, so he could only watch helplessly how his life's cultivation was tilted to his face.

With a strange clattering sound, half of the woods behind the magician flew from early summer to severe winter in the polar region in the blink of an eye.

In a fan-shaped area, all the trees, flowers, and insects have become ice sculptures. The last two or three swordsmen left, and the two corpses chasing the swordsmen, also froze instantly, and some of them remained as before. The running shapes were fixed there, and some fell straight on the frozen ground like stone statues, making a hard sound.

Sandro looked at the magician's face that had been frozen in a large lump of ice, and the hand was still pressing on his face, his expression was full of unwillingness and astonishment. He shook his head and murmured: "To have such a profound magic cultivation, and to think of such a desperate tactic, it should be a member of the Holy Knights. But at least you should use magic to defend yourself, or give yourself some protection. Save some strength."

In the blink of an eye, the fighters of these dozen or so holy knights, the elites of the imperial army's elites, all died in weird ways.

"Why didn't you take the shot earlier? I almost died." Asa used the healing technique on himself, finally regained his breath, and shouted at Modo who was running away. "Where is there another one who escaped."

When the magician yelled to run just now, Modo's reaction was almost faster than those swordsmen who had gone through hundreds of stations. It's just that when he turned around, he just saw that corpse opened its mouth and bit the swordsman who had just survived alive until his brains were split apart. His legs immediately went limp, and he could only crawl on the ground like a paralyzed dog and move forward desperately. Leaves a bad smell wherever it goes. He was running in the opposite direction from the swordsmen, the freezing air did not affect him, and Sandro seemed to ignore him completely. He moved a little farther, probably feeling that the danger was not too great, and finally straightened his waist and legs and started running.

Sandro bent down to pick up the head of a swordsman on the ground, opened his mouth, and gently pulled off a tooth with **** like pinching a small piece of dough from a piece of bread. , put it between the **** of the index thumb and flick it, and the teeth flew out.

The tooth didn't fly fast in the air, and it flickered like a feather and turned in a circle, and it was also very inaccurate. It floated a bit, and it only hit Modo's ass, and got into him body of.

Modo was still yelling and running away, but he staggered and fell as if he had caught something. He instinctively used his hands to support it, but those hands were completely unable to support the weight of his body, and they shattered and fell apart like a cracker.

Under inertia, he continued to roll forward. When he just rolled over, he had only the upper half of his body left. Starting from the abdomen, his lower limbs were like bread soaked in water. After a shock, it all fell apart and flew everywhere. Rolling around again, the upper body is gone, only the head is left rolling forward, until it hits a tree root, making a pitifully small sound like an earthen jar made by the worst mason. Spread something like mud, not even a bone.

Sandro saw that this big living man turned into a mass of flesh and blood worse than spittle in the time it took to spit. He shook his head regretfully, and said: "It has been degraded since I haven't used it for many years."

Asa sat on the ground and used the healing technique to stop the bleeding of the wounds all over his body. Seeing that Sandro seems to have killed the dozen or so swordsmen who were not much worse than himself without even moving his hands, he was also a little surprised. Although he also knew that the old man should be able to deal with these people, he did not expect it to be so easy.

Sandro looked around and saw the prostitute Xuan sitting on the ground over there. The extremely weird scene that happened just now has frightened her silly.

"Oh, why did I forget about you, Miss?" Sandro took another tooth from the head, flicked his finger, and the tooth spun in the air again.

Asa was shocked and jumped forward to push Xuan away. The teeth grazed her shoulders and missed a tree behind.

The tree didn't even shake, but immediately withered at a speed ten thousand times faster than the natural process, and then collapsed silently, falling down and turning into a pile of wood residue.

Asa explained to Sandro: "Actually, she didn't do it on purpose, she just came to deceive me because she was deceived."

"Oh, that's it, then what?" Sandro nodded numbly. "You won't say you're going to let her go."

Asa was stunned, of course that was what he meant.

Sandro stared at Asa mockingly with black and white eyes, and asked: "Tell him to go out and tell others that you, the priest, actually secretly colluded with an old man who can turn into a corpse, and killed a small group of saints." Knights? Then we will wait for the entire Holy Knights to come and attack us, and your bishop will also settle down. Is that what you mean?"

Just after walking back from the ghost gate, Xuan was so frightened that she couldn't make a sound, her tears and nose mixed with the original makeup on her face, and her hair was also messed up, looking embarrassed and ugly. She trembled and said: "I promise I won't go out and say it, I swear... please let me go... I beg you... please..."

Sandro shook his head regretfully, and said to her in a very gentle tone: "I'm sorry, we dare not take risks. The Paladins died, and such a big thing must have turned upside down. You will find out if you check it After contacting that idiot, you will naturally be arrested and tortured, poured pepper water, rolled on a dicing board, cut your fingers, peeled... oh, that's terrible, is there any other oath you can resist Those powerful things, can you still not talk about them at that time? Instead of suffering like that, you might as well die like this, and keep the secret for us by the way." He tore off an ear on his head this time, Mouth is still chanting. "It's not a big deal to die. Anyway, it's just a matter of time. Rather than becoming old and ugly and waiting to stink in bed, it's better to die cleanly while being so beautiful and cute now." Good. Don't worry, it will definitely not hurt..." He threw two fingers, and the ear flew over.

Asara got up and dodged Xuan. The ear fell to the ground, and the lump of ground immediately sank, turning into a puddle of stinky mud like porridge.

Sandro did not speak this time, but only looked sideways at him.

"Please, let her go?" After holding back for a while, Asa finally said. "I asked her to keep it a secret, so it's okay if I don't tell it?"

"Please?" Sandro suddenly sneered. "It's none of my business. In fact, this is your problem. You should think about it and figure it out." He turned around and walked out of the woods, without even looking at Asa, he just said, "You just need to know , I will always have to bear my own choices. Anyway, I am not afraid of being troubled by others, nor am I afraid of causing trouble for others.”

Watching Sandro leave, Asa sighed. To be honest, he knew that Sandro was probably right. But it was absolutely impossible for him to watch her be killed.

If he still has a few friends in the capital, she must be one of them, and perhaps the most important one. He is definitely the happiest and most relaxed when he is with her. Maybe she is a contemptuous person to most people, but Asa doesn't know this, only knows that she is her. A vulgar and superficial, but very pure, vulgar and cute person. He even liked her a little bit.

However, what has happened now is obviously beyond the scope of her acceptance and coping, just like a little hen suddenly being dragged into a fierce fight among wolves, even if she can survive, but if she is calm Face it, it will be impossible to find a way to deal with these wolves in the future. These are too far away from her original life, she can't accept it. Indeed, as Sandro said, it is absolutely impossible for her to keep a secret.

Xuan was still trembling and crying in his arms, not even daring to raise her head. Asa patted her shoulder lightly and said softly: "It's okay, it's okay...."

When her mood calmed down a bit, Asa took out all the money from her body, picked up the gold coins scattered on the ground and stuffed them into Xuan's hand together, and said to her: "Listen up. Now You go back and pack up your things, buy a horse and leave the capital immediately, go as far as you can, and never come back again. You must remember that if you let people know about us, you will also It's dangerous. Do you understand?"

Xuan nodded with snot and tears all over her face. After confirming that she had fully understood what she meant, Asa finally breathed a sigh of relief, sent her out of the woods, and then quietly went to the ditch outside the capital city to wash off the blood on her body and clothes before returning to the mountain. Drew's house.

Sandro was standing at the door of the big house, as if he had just walked back, but did not go into the house.

Asa approached, but saw that Sandro's face was full of chills. He looked inside the big house, the chill revealed in those black and white eyes made Asa shiver too.

There is a large space in the center of the big house. A stone platform weighing hundreds of catties had been removed by someone somehow, exposing a small space below, with several charred corpses scattered and lying beside it.

"Who is that guy who sneaked up on you? Why did he sneak up on you?" Sandro asked in a deep voice. It was the first time Asa heard him speak like this, his voice was as deep as a drum, not loud, but every word could shake the listener's heart.

"A guy who has harassed me many times, unexpectedly used the Paladins this time." Asa looked at the scene in the big house and asked. "What's wrong here?"

"Some guy from the guild came to steal my things, huh, including that notebook and that cloak. Good job..." Sandro's voice began to be dull and pervasive. murderous look. He walked into the big room slowly and closed the door, his eyes scanned the place where the stone platform moved away without blinking. "Not long after you were dragged away by that woman, a beggar was called to deliver a letter, saying that you were ambushed outside the city and about to be killed. Hmph, it turned out that he wanted to lure me away."

"Guild..." Asa was taken aback~IndoMTL.com~ suddenly came to his senses. "You said you were from the Necromancer Guild? How did you know that?"

Sandro pointed to the stone platform and said: "There is a magic mechanism of 'Death Cloud'. But the mechanism was indeed triggered, but the things were stolen. The only ones who can dissolve the undead magic are the senior priests of the church. , only necromancers." He pointed to several charred corpses on the ground. "And the senior priest will never use flames to deal with my corpse. So it can only be a guy from the guild."

Asa said: "But the guy who assassinated me should have nothing to do with the Necromancer Guild, probably because his plan was known and used." The name will scare the **** out of it. "Bishop Ronis also said that there may be a necromancer in the capital. But we don't know who it is yet."

"Hmph, to be able to endure such an opportunity until now, to make sure that I won't come back for a while, is really cautious and patient." Sandro sat on the stone platform at one side, closed his eyes. After being silent for a while, he let out a long sigh, his voice and expression returned to the usual weak, even more depressed, and even his originally clear black and white eyes became a little cloudy, as if he had aged more than ten years in a blink of an eye. "Forget it, just steal it. What's supposed to come will always come. Anyway, I won't interfere with those big things any more. Whoever wants to do it, let him do it."