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"What are we going to do now?" Visconti asked in a low voice.

Yang Hai looked at the soldiers who were walking out dejectedly, and said, "Don't worry, since this is a scene battle, then we are still reading the plot, wait a little, the task will come to the door by itself." ”

Yang Hai's speculation about reading the plot soon became a reality, and in the chaotic tavern, a bearded soldier trotted over with a sweaty head and said with some dissatisfaction: "What are you doing here? You are General Faroua's own soldiers, hurry up and report to the general, this time the recruitment is very urgent! Hurry up, hurry up! ”

"Huh?" Yang Hai was stunned for a moment, reacted, and said, "Okay, will you go with us?" ”

"Of course!" The bearded soldier said: "Everyone under General Faroua has arrived, just send a few little devils of your Lynch family, everyone is waiting for you!" I guess you're going to be at the Whistle Tavern again. As he spoke, the bearded soldier unceremoniously picked up a cup, poured the remaining half of the wine inside, and said with a smile: "Let's go, show yourself well on the battlefield, and the time has come to win glory for your family!" ”

All five of them should come down with them, and walk with the bearded soldier to the barracks outside the city.

When he walked out of the Whistle Tavern, Yang Hai looked at this strange and familiar city, Lakhta was full of life at this moment, although he could still vaguely see the outline of the undead city, but there was no sense of lifelessness. As they walked along the way, they felt that every one of the cities in the city was so real and within reach. Kakuluchia, who has a more literary personality, sighed as he walked through the bustling bazaar, and whispered to his teammates, "These innocent civilians. They don't know what fate awaits them. ”

Yang Hai took the opportunity to talk with the bearded soldiers, and after a few sets just now, Yang Hai already knew the name of this guy - Darren, he was a member of the sentry battalion under General Faroua, and their boss, General Faroua, was known as the military soul of the Lakhta Kingdom, and his prestige was far and wide.

Darren...... Those recent rumors about His Majesty ......" Yang Hai asked tentatively.

"Alas, don't mention it!" When the bearded Darren mentioned this, his expression suddenly became depressed: "Really...... Since that incident...... It's really a little different. ”

Yang Hai was thinking about how to knock on the side, and the scene changed again.

After blindness and mild vertigo. The five men noticed that the scene they were in had changed, they were squeezed around in the crowded and noisy crowd, and the five had to strain each other's hands to keep them from being washed away.

"It's so painful!" Visconti yelled in the team channel: "We have to squeeze in front of the crowd or we're going to be pies!" ”

"Then let's rush together!" Yang Hai roared: "Pooh and Blake take the lead. ”

Visconti and Blake were both physically strong, and the crowd burst into a series of exclamations and shouts.

"Squeeze what!"

"Who's behind it!"

"Ahh Lynch family imps! ”

……

Yang Hai and the others turned a deaf ear to this, and with the burly bodies of Visconti and Blake, they quickly squeezed to the front.

That's when they saw what was going on here, and they came to the front of a square that they had seen. It was the square they passed on the way from the library to the town hall in the previous copy, which was filled with strange statues. But at this time there are no eerie statues in the square, only a crowded crowd. It seems like the whole city has come here.

In the center of the square was a huge gallows, and Yang Hai saw something that was almost rotten - it seemed to be a person, right? He wasn't quite sure - hanging from the gallows.

"This man has been in the water prison for a month." Blake said suddenly.

Blake only realized that something was wrong, and his teammates looked at him with strange eyes.

"Why are you so sure of the water prison?" Visconti blinked and asked, "Say." What do you do in reality? ”

"Hey, hey, hey." Blake smirked twice, but didn't speak. Everyone can't help it, continue to pay attention to the plot.

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd to the north, and then the crowd moved out of the way—or rather, cleared a way by the soldiers. Soldiers in cyan armor and feathered helmets wielded spears to drive away the civilians to the north. The civilians seemed to be accustomed to this, and no one expressed their meaning, just left silently in the midst of chaos.

A roll of red carpet slowly unfolded from a distance, paving along the path cleared by the soldiers, and the soldiers continued to expand the area of clearance, and soon, a large area was cleared to the north.

Dignitaries walked through the inner walls, through the town hall, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and stepped on the red carpet, and also came here. The arrival of the nobles did not cause much of a sensation, and to the people, the nobles were high above, and they were people of two worlds, like two parallel lines that would never intersect, and what was there to talk about.

They were still excitedly discussing the men on the gallows.

"Ahh This deceitful warlock is finally going to be burned to death! ”

"Shhhh This guy claims to have mystical powers, what if he hears you say bad things about him and puts a curse on you! ”

"How can you cast a curse? If he really had this ability, he wouldn't have run away long ago. ”

……

Yang Hai looked at the one on the gallows, according to Blake, who had been in a water prison for a month, and had been tortured to the point of not being human. He listened to the discussions of the people around him and shook his head disapprovingly. In the ancient history of the Forgotten Continent, because the power of magic had not yet penetrated into the hearts of the people and became a system, the use of unconventional spells in many conservative territories would be regarded as an ominous sign. The only magic allowed to be used in these areas is divine magic, and if it is a spell like "Ice Arrow" or "Arcane Missile", once it is used, it will be a tragedy - ah! You evil warlock, you dare to control the mysterious power of the Cholera heart!

The person in front of him is probably one of thousands of unlucky ghosts, and there are countless male and female mages who have been burned to death in this era. Yang Hai didn't know why Father Valentine would show them such a memory.

But...... There must be a reason, right?

Kakuluchia looked at the egg because he was also a "warlock who bewitched the public", and he whispered to his teammates: "These ignorant civilians are really speechless." Mages are not omnipotent, who stipulates that if you master the mysterious power, you must not be able to catch it and burn to death? ”

Their conversation was interrupted by music, Yang Hai had never heard of such an instrument, nor had he heard such music, and the civilians cheered with a somewhat comical tune.

"For the king!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"Long live the kingdom of Lakhta!"

……

With the cheers of the people, the king walked on the red carpet.

The first to appear in everyone's eyes were two shield-wielding guards on the left and right. They held a huge shield of two people high with extremely gorgeous patterns, and walked in the front as a guard of honor, and the king appeared in the square under the protection of the left and right, and the guards had already set up a temporary but extremely luxurious high platform, and the king's black pointed boots stepped on the back of the guards to make steps, and sat gracefully on the high platform.

Seeing the king, Yang Hai and the others couldn't help but cheer.

This Lothar III, at first sight, will be amazed by his heroic appearance, and the first thing that catches the eye is the young face of this king. and his brilliant blonde hair. The king was not only heroic, but also unusually handsome, with his half-length hair curled up naturally, and his beard setting off his slightly youthful countenance.

Even Leoric, whose eyes were above the top, sighed: "When you refine your body for me in the future." The young man's face can be referred to, and the king is very satisfied. ”

The king raised his hand with a smile and pressed it down.

Even so, the cheers were like a low tide. It took a while to calm down completely.

When the square was quiet, the king smiled and said softly, "The trial begins!" ”

The slight uplift of his chin showed the young king's pride. And speaking softly is so clear, showing his extraordinary strength.

Yang Hai kept his eyes open and paid attention to every detail of the scene, this image came from the memories of Father Valentine, and every abnormal place must have a hint, perhaps this is the key to solving the problem.

"This warlock, he is facing an unjust trial." A man wearing a white cloak and wheat-colored hair beside Yang Hai suddenly said.

Yang Hai was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously looked to the side, some civilians were throwing stones and rotten leaves at the person being judged, some were gloating about what kind of torture he would be subjected to, and some were looking indifferently at things that had nothing to do with him.

In this day and age, no one sympathizes with heresy.

Yang Hai subconsciously turned his head to look.

He saw a resolute face, starry eyes.

"Who are you?" Yang Hai asked subconsciously.

The white-robed man just smiled, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes, did not answer, and turned his head away to ignore Yang Hai.

It's boring to ask for one, and Yang Hai is more and more sure that this NPC is not simple.

At this moment the trial had begun, and under the introduction of the executioner, the prime minister of the kingdom of Lakhta came out of the nobility and personally served as the judge of this sinner. Yang Hai was thoughtful, he didn't know much about Lakhta, but he also knew that the prime minister was a high-ranking position, what did this heresy do to make the prime minister judge himself?

The prime minister is a middle-aged man who is not amazing, Yang Hai deliberately took a few more looks, and firmly remembered the face of this person who is rich in history but looks inconspicuous.

"Evil Warlock, Severon!" The prime minister's face was ordinary, but his voice was very loud, and he shouted: "Are you guilty? ”

"Hey, hey."

The warlock, who was hanging on the gallows, motionless like a dead man, suddenly made such a sound.

Yang Hai and the others couldn't help but feel creepy, this voice was really impressive, as if it was not coming from the throat, but directly from the soul, Yang Hai felt that this sharp laughter was like a thin needle, directly piercing his heart.

"You are guilty!" The prime minister frowned and continued to ask loudly.

Severon the Warlock never looked up.

"What is the sin?" The warlock whispered back.

"Isn't it a lie, in broad daylight, that you spread the myth that the mighty kingdom of Lakhta is rotting, moth-eaten from its foundations, and will soon collapse?" Prime Minister Moretti shouted.

"Sir, am I wrong?" Severon was not in a hurry, not at all like a man who was hung on the gallows, his hair still hung down, covering his entire face, and his almost completely rotten skin and clothes smelled of foul odor under the scorching sun, but Severon himself did not seem to feel any discomfort, and spoke to the prime minister in such a posture, and at first the still a little weak Zhongqi seemed to be getting more and more sufficient: "Look at the nobility and royalty of this country, they have long been paralyzed by a little insignificant achievement, and they think they are wise and martial, Civilians live a life of luxury; The aristocracy is not enterprising, the royal family is arrogant and lascivious, isn't this country rotting? I just told the truth, and then I should be judged and punished like this? ”

The prime minister was about to say something, but the king stood up and waved his hand.

The prime minister closed his mouth.

Step by step, the king descended the steps with his dark peaked boots, and finally stepped on the backs of his guards and descended the high platform.

"You say that this king is arrogant and lascivious, and if you don't show evidence, just by virtue of your accusation of slandering the king, this king can also push you to the guillotine." The king's eyes burned with anger as he stood in front of Severon.

"Why do people do bad things all the time and get used to it?" Severon spoke with contempt: "Do you think the guards who kneel on the ground every day and are trampled by you, will they hate you?" ”

Lothar III was stunned for a moment and laughed: "They are all loyal guards of this king, it is their honor to serve this king, of course they will not have any complaints!" Do you say, Cheney? ”

The guard hurriedly stood up and said in fear, "Yes, serve...... majesty, yes, is a lowly one...... Honoured. ”

"Really?" Severon laughed: "Liars, but rotten tongues......"

As soon as Severon finished speaking, the guard covered his mouth in horror and let out a terrible scream. There was an uproar among the people, and the guard, Cheney, had a swollen tongue that began to grow sores and pus. The guards screamed in pain, rolling on the ground and letting out demonic cries.

Blake gasped: "This ...... What's going on? ”

"Severon has cast a spell on the guard." Yang Hai and the white-robed man said in unison, and the two of them glanced at each other.

"What kind of spell can have such an effect?" Visconti also feels incredible.

"In the Demon Codex, many spells have the effect of spiritual magic." Yang Hai said: "This Sefron has some real skills, and it is not surprising that the guard is too far away from him, so it is not surprising that he is cursed like this." However, this is also a precondition, and if the guards themselves are not lying, the spell will not work at all. This shows that the guards still hate the emperor in their hearts. ”

The white-robed man glanced at Yang Hai twice, but he still didn't say anything, just remembered it in his heart—after all, it was almost impossible for civilians to have such insight.

Lothar III's face immediately flushed.

"Fool the people with evil words, put to death!"

The young emperor was still angry, and without looking at it, he stepped past the guards rolling on the ground and walked back to the high platform.

Severon burst out laughing.

There was silence in the square, except for the howling of the north wind, which swept away Severon's laughter. The laughter was so unbridled that it seemed to be deeply engraved in everyone's heart. (To be continued......)