Lord of Lowland

Chapter 183 Interrogation
After Duke Lucas was killed, the remaining three saint-level warriors were as frightened as frightened birds. Unfortunately, no matter how surprised they were, they could not escape from Sandru's grasp.The necromancer had firmly controlled the situation on the field. Soon Sandro commanded Abomination to kill the other two knights. Only one holy knight, Sandro, was left in the room. The reason why Lu kept him was because Sandro saw that this paladin had the strongest desire to survive, which of course meant that this paladin was most afraid of death.

Sandro waved his hand, and the abomination who was fighting the paladin stopped.The holy knight of the holy rank had been injured in many places, couldn't stand upright, and fell down directly. Sandro came over and said, "Warrior, you have fought bravely. Your master and your companions They are all dead, now you can stop fighting, you have already lost, I want to ask you a few questions, please cooperate with us."

"Dream!" The paladin on the opposite side yelled, sitting on the ground and looking at Sandro full of righteous indignation, "I want to kill or scratch you whatever you want, it is impossible for me to betray the Duke."

"It's ridiculous, your Lord Duke was killed by our Lord Baron just now, can you see that you are serving him now?" Sandro asked with a smile.

The paladin glared at him fiercely and said nothing.

Sandro clapped his hands lightly, a mass of dark matter immediately appeared in his hand, and then flicked towards the paladin's hand, the mass of black mass immediately hit the paladin's body, The mass immediately turned into balls of black liquid, which flowed all over the paladin's body. At first, the paladin still endured it, but then it became more and more painful. Sandro was silently looking at the holy knight. The eyes of the knight and the paladin gradually became distorted, the severe pain was unbearable for him, and he finally yelled regardless of his image.

"You can say nothing, but I promise you will suffer more." Sandro said blankly

"What do you want to ask?" The paladin's face has long been distorted due to the severe pain. He can no longer insist on speaking a complete sentence. The whole person does not look human anymore, and black things have covered his whole body In an instant, this paladin who believed in the Holy Light was completely plunged into darkness and pain, completely polluted by filth and filth.

"Did the Duke of Lucas collude with the Temple of Dawn in the capital of Aluk? What exactly does he want to do? Why is it only your people in this battle? What about the people of the Eluk Empire? Only you are really strong Too weak." Sandro said unhurriedly.

What Sandro asked was exactly what Cecil didn't understand. This battle was too easy. Even Archmage Antonio, a legendary powerhouse, completed the battle without a chance to make a move. It is really difficult for them to pose a threat to themselves. Without the blessing of high-end strength, they can only suffer failure.

"People from the temple and the empire didn't come here, they just sent an order for the Duke to organize troops to take down this paladin. The people above said that they only need to capture an 8th-level paladin and a holy-level female mage. The Duke Your Excellency has always been cautious, even though you think there are only two of you, you still brought such an elite team here, how would you know." Speaking of this, the paladin hesitated to speak, but in fact, everyone would understand even if he didn't say anything, he thought What I said was that I didn’t know that I would hit such a big nail. It’s true. Among this group of people, Cecil and Annie are far stronger than I imagined. Sandro, Archmage Antonio, and Mentor Collins are not idle people either. .This team really hit the iron plate this time.

"Are you just yourselves? Are there no people from the Empire or the Imperial Temple?" Cecil was very surprised when he heard the news, and couldn't help but ask this kind of question. He originally thought that the Empire or the Imperial Temple regarded this place as Sniping his own battlefield, but now it seems that this is not the case. This is a bit beyond his expectation.

"No, there is no one else!" After saying these words, the paladin yelled, as if mad, and completely fell into a state of madness.Even though he was seriously injured and couldn't move at all.Only the head swayed frantically from side to side like a rattle drum, and the black juice had already permeated the whole body, obviously entering a very crazy state.

Cecil gave Sandro a dissatisfied look: "What did you use for him? Why are you so wicked?"

"The necromancer is just a little way to force the palace. The other party is a strong man of the holy rank. Without such means, how can we make him say something we want to know?" Sandro said to Cecil with a smile arrive.

"Now that we have the information we want, we can release him," Cecil said.

"Of course, I will relieve his pain immediately." Sandro inserted his hand into the body of the paladin, cutting directly on the aorta of his neck, and the paladin's neck sprayed out a black stream All the blood in the paladin's body has not been polluted and turned black.

"You!" Cecil gave Sandro an annoyed look. Cecil did not expect the other party to attack so fiercely.

"This is the best way to relieve his pain," Sandro said calmly. He was polluted by the black rot that I blessed with the cross of the undead, and it is no longer possible for him to become a humanoid creature. If he does not want to die , the only way is to transform him into an undead, if you let me let her go, then kill him, this is also the only way for him to relieve his pain.

Hearing Sandro's words, Cecil subconsciously felt a chill. Only then did he realize that the person beside him was a necromancer who did all kinds of evil. He didn't expect that he, a paladin, would unite with an undead The mage killed another paladin. I don't know if the Lord of Dawn will blame the god of fate for playing tricks when he sees such a thing.

"Lord Cecil, you are a majestic baron. I advise you not to have such ridiculous benevolence, otherwise you will not only harm yourself in the future, but also harm all those who follow you." Sandro saw Cecil's face of reproach, and said to him directly.

"You!" Cecil was impatient, but he couldn't speak, because he knew that what Sandro said was right, there really can't be any kindness of women here, and treating the enemy would be as cruel as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

(End of this chapter)