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Faramir said in a deep voice: "Master Grima is in my hands, you let me go."

The leading magic envoy didn't speak, but just clicked hard with his arm.

The head guard's neck was directly wrung off!

Faramil was furious!

The head of the guard had followed him a long time ago, and the relationship between them was no longer a subordinate relationship, but a brother relationship!

Seeing that his brother had his neck broken in front of him, Faramir couldn't suppress the rage in his heart no matter how well-bred he was!

With a roar, he drew his sword and stabbed at the leader of the magic messenger!

And the other guards also roared and rushed towards the magic messengers like wild beasts.

The leader of the magic messenger didn't panic at all, and didn't even dodge. He directly used the body of the bodyguard as a shield and blocked Faramir's long sword.

Faramir was startled. Although he had confirmed that the captain of the guard was dead, he was still unwilling to stab his brother's body.

When he moved the long sword away, the leading magic envoy seized the opportunity and punched Faramir in the ribs decisively!

The huge impact directly sent Faramir flying.

For a moment, Faramir was so dizzy that he didn't know where he was.

He landed heavily, and there was a sharp pain in his legs and waist, and a mouthful of blood spattered from his mouth.

Only one move!

With just one move, he was already defeated!

Why is this magic messenger so strong? !

Faramir was in total disbelief.

It stands to reason that his strength, if not top-notch, is at least comparable to that of his brother Boromir.

With his strength, it is no problem to fight with seven or eight guards, but when facing the magic messenger, he can't even hold a single move!

This is really a monster!

Faramir remembered the words of a certain guard before he died, and his heart suddenly filled with infinite horror.

"The magic messenger of the Holy White Council, why don't you use magic to attack? Instead, use strength to attack?" Faramir asked through gritted teeth.

The leader of the magic messenger didn't intend to answer his question at all. He directly threw the body of the head of the guard towards Faramir, and Faramir quickly dodged to avoid it.

His speed is very fast, but the speed of the magic messenger attacking him is even faster. Before he can dodge in place, the heavy punch of the magic messenger hits again!

This time, the heavy punch hit his heart directly. Faramir let out a painful roar, and his back hit the wall heavily, causing the entire wall to collapse!

If he hadn't been wearing the stainless steel armor given to him by his brother Boromir, this punch would definitely kill him directly!

However, the fine steel armor on his body was also directly shattered by this blow!

Faramir struggled to stand up and continue fighting, but the magic envoy jumped in front of him, strangled him by the neck, and lifted him up.

Faramil suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe, and he couldn't exert any strength in his whole body.

At the same time, he also felt a filthy aura, which suppressed him and made him unable to resist at all!

This smell is too evil!

It's not the atmosphere that the Holy White Council should have at all!

Seeing that Faramir was captured, the other guards desperately wanted to save their master, but some other magic messengers showed no mercy and executed the guards one by one!

The guards that bound Finick rushed to support them, but they were completely useless. They were all wiped out by the magic messengers in less than 2 minutes.

In the independent barracks, there were dead bodies and blood everywhere.

Faramir wailed, weeping bitter tears.

He was not suffering from being caught, but was suffering from watching the guards he had been with day and night being slaughtered!

The arm of the magic envoy at the head was secretly exerting force, and Faramir felt that his neck was about to be broken.

"Stop! Stop! You idiots!"

Greema hurried over and shouted loudly: "Let go of him! No. 21! Let him go!"

number 21?

What a strange name, thought Faramir.

How can a normal person be called number 21?

What's more, this is the magic messenger of the Holy White Council!

There is a problem with the Holy White Council!

From this point of view, Lord Dragon Slayer definitely did not betray Middle-earth, so the one who really betrayed Middle-earth can only be the Holy White Council!

Faramir repented in his heart, and he blamed himself for not seeing the situation earlier. If he had discovered the problem with the Holy White Council earlier, the 100 servants under him would not have died innocently!

Damn!

hateful!

Chapter 1571 The person who started the destruction

Grima ran to No. 21 angrily, and reprimanded loudly: "I told you to let go of him, didn't you hear? Faramir is the son of the Regent, even if he attacks us, we must not kill him! If we kill him, the Regent will definitely not cooperate with us anymore! Let go! Hurry up!"

Greemal did not want to bear the wrath of the regent of Gondor.

What's more, the purpose of his visit this time was only to get the gear of the waterwheel. Even if he met Lord Dragon Slayer, he would hide as long as he could, and would never make direct contact.

Especially when he thought of the slaps that the dragon slayer had slapped him, Greema's heart felt furious.

No. 21 was silent for a while, and slowly let go of her fingers.

Faramir fell heavily to the ground, coughing continuously, panting heavily, and his originally sour-purple complexion gradually returned to life.

Greema untied the rope in his hand, and said helplessly to Faramir: "Lord Faramir, I didn't mean that. It's only my fault. You picked the wrong opponent."

Faramir took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "What are Grema and the others?"

Greema shrugged, "They are all magic envoys of the Holy White Council. If your people attack the magic envoys, it is tantamount to attacking the Holy White Council. Logically speaking, I can use the charge of treason to convict them. However, they are already dead, so it doesn't matter. But you, Lord Faramir, you are the son of the regent. If you are convicted of treason, you will implicate your father and your brother of."