The Swordsman of Faerûn

When Phinya came back, the corpses in front of the tent had almost been cleaned up, only the strong smell of blood remained.The tall female half-giant returned to the camp amidst the discussion of the crowd, covered in moisture. Everyone looked at her with a tomahawk on her shoulder in shock and fear, just like looking at a terrifying beast. Like a man-eating beast.

Finia ignored the pointing and pointing of others, she took steps that were much larger than ordinary people, quickly stepped into the tent and said loudly: "William, I'm hungry, haven't I made breakfast yet? "

William smiled warmly: "It will be fine soon, but you have to change your clothes before eating. It's not comfortable to eat in wet clothes."

Finia said smartly: "Don't bother, just watch me freeze them into ice clothes." As he spoke, Finia tried to mobilize the uncontrollable power of ice in his body. The dripping thick canvas immediately turned into a bright and crystal ice dress, but what is surprising is that the people inside the tent did not feel any change in the temperature, which is also the difference in the power of ice between Finia and Yasuna Therefore, according to a more intuitive view, the power of Yasuna can be called the power of ice, and the power of Finia should be called the power of crystallization.

And as long as it is a crystal, it basically has a "brittle" characteristic, and being too brittle means that it is fragile. Before Finia had time to show William her "masterpiece", with a slight "crack" brittle sound, The ice clothes just out of the oven turned into fine powdery ice shards and fell on the ground, leaving only the stupid half-giant naked like ice jade.

Several people looked at the naked Phinea dumbfounded, and William threw a cloak on her naked body with some embarrassment, and said angrily: "What are you doing in a daze! Why don't you hurry up and find a piece of clothing to put on, what an idiot!" Stupid stupid bitch!"

Finia didn't feel ashamed of her own "Oolong", but William's reprimand made her quite nervous, and the female half-giant hurriedly ran into the middle of the tent to change clothes.For the William family, this was just a funny little episode, and the morning was not boring.

Of course, for others, this morning is not so wonderful, such as Lord Fitani Redblade.The position of the lord of Locke Town is not a hereditary system, but is elected by the residents here by respected human retired miners or warriors. Fitani's father is an excellent miner and a strong lord. The support and love of Rocktown.It is a pity that Mr. Hongren neither inherited his father's talent nor his father's courage. It is a perfect description for him to be a great talent. If there is no external force, the position of the Lord of Locke Town will definitely not be his turn. Fitani Redblade will take over.

Archmage Featherby Creel is undoubtedly the most important help for Fitani Redblade to become the lord of Locke Town. The chief mage advisor used his mysterious and terrifying magic to suppress the lord of Redblade. Opponents, driving out his rivals, ensured the usurper's rule over the town of Locke.

But just last night, Lord Fitani Redblade's most reliable support was actually assassinated.The student and assistant of Archmage Fetherby Creel, the mage Gerda, even interrogated the daring assassin overnight. Convinced, there was a plot to usurp his lordship.

The angry and suspicious lord very "decisively" replaced the old captain of the guard who had served his father all his life, a stubborn and deadly old dwarf - Thanos "Ironhead".The Lord of the Red Blade sent a crack team led by the new captain of the guard to capture the damned assassin's accomplices and announced that they would give them the greatest prisoner's carnival to warn other restless elements.

Lord Fitani Redblade has been waiting for the news of the capture team. With him is his new mage advisor, the mage Gerda. Lord Redblade stared at Gerda closely with his brown eyes. Da, he didn't know whether he should trust this dark-eyed new advisor unreservedly like he completely trusted Archmage Featherby Creel, but Lord Feitani Redblade had no choice, if he wanted to To stabilize his lord status, he can only choose to cooperate with the mage Gerda.

Fitani Red Blade waited until the middle of the morning, but did not wait for the return of the capture team. Instead, he waited for the news of their destruction. This made the lord furious, and he roared to send a large force to hunt down those The "crazy" murderer, but was stopped by Gerda.

The pale-faced mage advisor said in a blunt and low tone: "My lord, your most important thing now is to execute that assassin to frighten the unruly people among your people, not to go Hunt down the rioters hiding outside Rock Town. With the strength of Rurka and his team, you must send at least a hundred trained soldiers to the enemies who can easily destroy them. At this time, half of the I don't think it's a good idea to send troops out of town."

Lord Fitani Redblade thought for a while with his tofu dregs more than brains, and asked a little at a loss: "Then what do you think I should do, dear Mr. Gerda?"

Gerda stared at the lord with his sinister eyes, and said slowly: "Start the prisoner carnival as soon as possible, and let all the soldiers surround the venue, I believe that the lady's accomplices will never watch her being abused to death of."

Fitani Red Blade couldn't bear Gerda's sinister gaze, he avoided the mage's gaze with flickering eyes, and said excitedly: "This is really a good idea, I hope those damn murderers will not I was so scared that I peed my pants. Haha, Mr. Gerda, I will leave this matter to you, and I believe you will not let me down."

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On the square in front of the central lord's mansion in Locke Town, a group of soldiers were nervously building a wooden platform, and the wooden platform was already surrounded by people.Among them were local residents and foreign business travelers, including those in William's camp.More and more people gathered around the square. In fact, the entire Locke Town has a population of nearly 3000. Except for those who are too old or young, few people are willing to miss this grand event.

When William brought his family into Locke Town, the square was already buzzing with people.Because of her conspicuous size, Finia didn't come together. William hugged Misha, and Yasuna resisted Miluna. The two human-shaped rollers were rampaging unstoppably in the crowd.It's just that even though they had unparalleled strength beyond ordinary people's imagination, they still spent a lot of physical strength to find a good position. Yasuna mercilessly cleared away the original owner who occupied this position like throwing a haystack.

In front of the wooden stage, Misha and Miluna occupied William's shoulders from left to right. It was probably the first time in their life that they saw so many people gathered together. The two little guys looked at the lively crowd around them with trepidation. Excited, although the little face was flushed, it was surprisingly quiet.

When the sun rose above the eaves, a group of heavily armed soldiers escorted several unkempt and scarred prisoners to appear in front of the square. They struggled to line up the crowd and came to the wooden platform, where they hung the prisoners on specially prepared wooden shelves What surprised William was that there was no Selyse in it.

Then a middle-aged man in a strange robe quickly stepped onto the wooden platform, holding a few thick parchment scrolls in his hands, with a strange smile on his face.It was really hard for William to imagine that this unremarkable, somewhat gloomy, middle-aged man actually had such high confidence. When this man appeared, the crowd around the wooden platform suddenly burst into applause. Prestigious beings like Las Drona probably won't be more popular than that when they appear in public.

William always felt that his subconscious seemed to reject the middle-aged man on the wooden platform, which made him doubt whether he judged people too much by their appearance at first, but it didn't take long for William to understand the reason.

A total of five prisoners were hung on the wooden platform, and beside each prisoner stood two soldiers with knives and axes as executioners. The middle-aged man unrolled the parchment rolls in his hand and glanced at them one by one. Distributed to the soldiers next to each prisoner, whispered a few words in the ear of one of the soldiers, and waved him away from the wooden platform.

The middle-aged man walked to the center of the wooden platform and raised his hands high. The onlookers immediately let out louder cheers, which made the two little girls on William's shoulders tremble.When the middle-aged man's arms fell, the audience became silent again, only the sound of breathing could be faintly heard, he cleared his throat, and said loudly in a surprisingly high-pitched voice: "Everyone, Fitani Lord Redblade's people! Friends from afar! I, Jarrard Pierre Jean, a loyal magistrate of Locke Town, host this prisoner carnival on behalf of the wise and wealthy Lord Fetani Redblade Festival! The fate of the five sinners will be here! Under the witness of the gods! Accept the judgment of all of you!" There was another crazy cheer from the audience, and this time even the two little girls echoed loudly.

The cheers from the audience were a little calmer, and the magistrate Jarrard Pierre Jean went on to say: "There are five criminals on this trial bench, each of whom has committed shameful crimes, and the evidence is solid. They will Inescapable heavy punishment. Of course, out of the importance of fairness and justice, I will state to you the crimes they have committed, and listen to their answers to these crimes announced, and the final judgment will be yours. Decide." The audience cheered like thunder, and the two little guys danced on William's shoulders like little lunatics, so that he had to hold them tightly to prevent them from falling.

"So, let's hear the story of the first criminal, a despicable and cunning thief - Flynn!" Magistrate Jarrard Pierre Jean took the parchment handed over by the soldier next to the first prisoner , and signaled the soldiers to move the thief Flynn and the wooden frame hanging him to the front of the wooden platform. Lin was not a gentleman of good character, and stealing and robbery had been with him almost every breath of his life. The most serious charge of this vile man was that he attempted to steal the magic of a hardworking and kind farmer who was almost A lifetime savings..."

"Mr. Flynn, are you willing to admit to the crime I have announced?" Magistrate Jarrad Peel asked very friendly with a gentle smile on his face.

Flynn struggled and shouted: "No! I'm innocent, that's what I got for my services to a generous businessman from afar."

Jarrard Pierre Jean asked unhurriedly: "Really? That is really a generous gentleman. Then, what kind of service did you provide to that generous businessman, so that the other party was willing to pay two dollars?" A magician's high salary? Can you tell everyone?"

Flynn said excitedly: "Of course, I came up with an idea for that gentleman to protect his goods from damp and mildew during the long rainy season. That's why he gave me two magicians as a reward."

Jarrard Pierre Jean burst out laughing immediately after hearing it, and he said loudly proudly: "This is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life. Everyone knows that, except for magic and magic, ordinary people There is absolutely no way to resist the wetness of the rainy season. You say you once provided a generous merchant with the means to keep their goods dry during the rainy season. Are you a mysterious mage or a holy priest?"

"Neither." Flynn's answer was somewhat lacking in confidence, but he shouted again hoarsely: "But I am innocent! That is the wealth I earned through hard work! My method is really effective, using half-burned firewood... …I didn’t really steal anything.”

Jarrard Pierre Jeanpi smiled and said: "Well, well, as a kind-hearted magistrate, I am willing to believe what you say. But... it is useless for me to believe it alone , your fate is not determined by me, but by the fair people below."

Hearing this, Flynn couldn't help looking at the crowd in anticipation, but:

"Guilty!" an old woman shouted angrily, "he is guilty, he should be ashamed of his shameful lies, and his sophistry makes him face a terrible death!"

"Guilty..." "Liar..." "Lying..." Everyone in the audience cursed Flynn hoarsely, roaring that he would be severely punished, except William.As a man of two lifetimes, he certainly knows that using charcoal to dry and dehumidify is effective, but using Flynn's soil method to keep a pile of goods dry throughout the rainy season is definitely not a simple matter, and it requires a lot of effort. toil.

William stood on the spot and watched with cold eyes, carrying two excited little girls on his shoulders. The little guys shouted "liar" and "liar" vigorously. Of course, they didn't understand whether Flynn was really lying, but Just echoing what others say.

On the wooden platform, the magistrate Jarrard Pierre Jean said to Flynn with a cruel smile on his face: "Mr. To be able to convince the skeptics up close. Soldiers! Take our lovely Mr. Flynn for a walk down the stage and let him have an intimate chat with the public."

The desperate Flynn suddenly showed horror, and he shouted in horror: "No! I am innocent, please let me go, sir! I really didn't steal... oh!" Two fierce soldiers violently He took Flynn off the wooden frame, and punched him hard on the jaw, driving his grievances back into his throat.

Two soldiers dragged Flynn off the wooden stage. The soldiers who had been preparing for a long time put an iron ring around his neck and dragged the crowd who approached by iron chains.The onlookers rushed towards Flynn immediately, and a strong man who ran in the front punched Flynn's fragile nose fiercely. Poor Flynn immediately let out a miserable cry, with nosebleeds and tears streaming down his face for a while. Immediately afterwards, the onlookers also greeted him with fists, fingernails, saliva, swearing and the small blunt objects they carried.With the soldiers dragging, Flynn was forced to leave the original crowd and continue to accept the beatings and insults of another group of public. He kept screaming and screaming, but this made the beating crowd more excited and crazy .

Gradually, Flynn's screams began to weaken. The magistrate Jarrard Pierre Jean listened to the "prisoner" moans with great interest. With his rich experience, he could easily judge from the moans of the prisoners. Whether the other party can continue to withstand the beatings of the onlookers.Undoubtedly, the beginning of the carnival is the period when the participants are most energetic. Flynn was only dragged for a short distance. Jarrard Pierre Jean could hear that he was almost at the limit. If Flynn waited a little longer Will definitely be beaten to death.

Although there is no shortage of examples of prisoners who were directly beaten to death at the carnivals hosted by Jarrad Pierre Jean in the past, as far as a good carnival host is concerned, this is actually a failure. Prisoners can enjoy the carnival trial.

Jarrad Pierre Jean promptly rescued Flynn from being beaten to death.If it was in the past, Mr. Magistrate might let him continue to be beaten by revelers for a while, because in the end Jarrard Peel usually asked the mage to cast a healing magic on the prisoner to prolong his sentence, but in recent times almost all All the mages temporarily lost the ability to cast spells, and the magistrate had to be more cautious.

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When Flynn was dragged to the trial stand again, he was already bloody and bloody like a piece of rotten meat.As he was dying, he was dragged by the soldiers and hung up on the wooden frame again, motionless like a dead fish, his body was covered with blood and filth, and his face was even blurred.

Jarrard Pierre Jean waved his hand, and a soldier immediately came up from under the trial platform with a bucket of water, and poured Flynn all over his head and face with a "crash", and he couldn't help screaming out of the stimulation of the cold water , then struggled feebly and moaned a few times, then fell silent again.

As a qualified carnival host, although Jarrard Peel disliked Flynn's dirty appearance mixed with saliva, phlegm, blood and dirt, he concealed his disgust and disgust very well.Jarrard Pierre Jean carefully supported Flynn's chin with a roll of parchment, so that people in the audience could see his painful expression, because it would give the participants a sense of accomplishment.

I have to say that Flynn at this time was indeed miserable enough, his lips were almost torn, and his face was covered in bloodstains from scratching. What was even more shocking was the pair of eyes, one of which was swollen and almost turned purple. There were red blood cells, but the other eye, which was not swollen, was tightly closed, and only a tear of blood trickled down slowly.

When Jarrad Pierre Jean spoke, his voice was extremely loud, with a sense of uprightness, which was completely inversely proportional to his dark and vicious heart: "Mr. Flynn, I'm so glad you were able to come back here alive, these lovely The audience was so enthusiastic. Now, on behalf of all the judges, I will ask again—Mr. Flynn, do you admit to the charges against you?"

Flynn raised his head with difficulty, murmured a few times in a low voice, and then lowered his head again, because the magistrate had already loosened the support for his chin.Jarrad Pierre-Jean went to the front of the stage, patted the air with both hands, and exclaimed: "This stubborn fellow still insists that he is innocent!"

The crowd in the audience immediately became excited, and many too crazy guys waved their arms vigorously, threatening and roaring loudly—hang him!Cut off his hands and feet!Cut that damned thief into quarters...

Jarrard Pierre Jean waited for the climax of the audience to pass, and signaled the audience to be quiet again. He pretended to be sympathetic and loudly said: "Hang him? No, that would be too cruel. Poor Mr. Flynn just Stealing just two magicians, chopping off his hands would be a good punishment. But before that we have to make this stubborn thief plead guilty. Guards! Cut off one of our lovely Mr. Flynn's fingers first. , let him wake up."

The two soldiers immediately stepped forward and each grabbed Flynn's palm and pressed it against the beam of the wooden frame. One of the soldiers asked, "My lord, do you want to cut off that finger of his?"

Jarrard Pierre Jean, whose voice was already smoking, was about to take a break, and couldn't help being furious when he heard the words: "I have to decide this little thing, what a bunch of idiots! Cut off his right thumb."

After a while, following the movements of the two soldiers, Flynn, who was half unconscious, suddenly let out a miserable howl, shaking and struggling desperately like a spinefish just out of the water, which made the audience couldn't help cheering for it .Jarrad Pierre Jean stepped forward again and asked: "Mr. Flynn, do you plead guilty to the shameful charge of theft?"

While struggling, Flynn roared loudly with a leaky mouth: "No! I'm innocent! I'm not guilty!"

The magistrate's face darkened, and he also said loudly to the soldiers next to him: "Cut off his left thumb again!" Then there was another mournful howl.

Repeatedly, when Flynn lost a quarter of his fingers, the magistrate Jarrard Pierre Jean and the audience finally heard a satisfactory answer. Flynn, who was already trembling with pain, wailed and wailed : "Sir, please... let me go, I would... plead guilty, I'm a thief... woo-woo-please... don't cut off my fingers again..."

The magistrate Jarrard Pierre Jean and almost all the audience immediately cheered loudly, as if they had just completed some kind of sacred and glorious mission.They stared into bloody eyes that had become cruel, and kept cheering and roaring: "That damned thief! Kill him! Kill him! Hang him with a noose!"

Under the wooden platform, Misha'er and Miluna didn't dare to continue watching, they lay in William's arms in horror and trembled uneasily.William watched the "performance" on the stage coldly, holding the two little guys who were almost terrified. His eyes were as indifferent as ice on the highest point of the Spine of the World, but there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart. anger.Yasuna, who was beside her, said in a disdainful and disgusted tone: "It's really a group of cruel and stupid beasts. Seeing what they have done to their own kind makes me sick."

William handed Misha and Meluna to the beautiful leader of the Frost Giants for her to hug, and while taking out the equipment from the space ring, he said in a cold tone: "They will pay for their stupidity. Originally, I I didn't intend to intervene, but now I've changed my mind. Let's not talk about that girl Selyse, since I met the young man above, I will save it, otherwise I will be worried for the rest of my life. Ya Su Na, now you take the two little girls and leave here first, and notify Finia to get ready."

Yasuna nodded, turned around holding Misha'er and Miluna and walked outside. Although there were huge crowds of people around, Yasuna was like an assault boat sailing against the current. Ruthlessly smashed and ran over.

William inserted the Qiushui knife in his waist, and worked together to install the bowstring for the war bow (when the hard bow is not in use, the bowstring needs to be removed for maintenance, so as to prevent the bow arm from being deformed due to long-term stress and strain), and straddle it obliquely. On the back, together with the war bow, there is also a bundle of feathered arrows.William checked his whole body carefully to make sure that he didn't miss anything. This was a habit he developed after several lives and deaths in his last life. Many times, an inconspicuous mistake could bring about a fatal crisis.

On the trial stand, Jarrard Pierre Jean said deliberately and slowly: "In view of your will, we are now about to pass the following sentence. Thief Flynn, you have been sentenced to maimed limbs for stealing two magic sons from a farmer. However, because of your request, we have decided not to cut off your hands, and we will not cut off your feet, or any other parts. You will be hanged by the neck until the end of this carnival. The end. If you are not dead by then, you will be allowed to go free. Haha, what a merciful sentence." The onlookers roared, laughed, and shouted "Hang him!" "Kill him!" Him!" and other horrific suggestions of death penalty echoed in every corner of the square.

Just as Jarrard Pierre Jean was making the verdict, a group of guards in purple cloaks escorted prisoner No. 6 to the wooden platform on the square. The prisoner being escorted was a beautiful lady, even though Even the ugly and tattered blood-stained shirt could not hide her charm.

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This is a crazy and ignorant world, William has never been so full of killing intent like today.Although Flynn seems to have been wronged, this does not mean that he must be a good person, perhaps he has done other bad things.Or, at some point in the past, Flynn was one of those frenzied spectators under the trial bench, causing the misfortune of another victim like him today.

But these have nothing to do with William, because it has nothing to do with right or wrong, justice or evil, nor personal grievances and hatred. This is the bloom of humanity that William should have as a normal person, rather than being insensitive to everything The indifference of the walking dead.To put it bluntly, William's real purpose was to disturb the prisoner's carnival, not to save people.

When the noose was around Flynn's neck and the supports were drawn away, William shot his first feathered arrow.The arrow shot out like lightning, and the arrow accurately shot through the tether of the noose, and then shot through the head of a soldier standing on the edge of the wooden platform, leaving a cup-sized blood hole on the opponent's forehead.William shot the arrow very abruptly. Except for a few people who were closer to him and found something was wrong, most of them didn't know what happened. Many people even cursed because they thought the noose was not strong.

There is such an unwritten custom among the people of Faerun. When a prisoner sentenced to hang has an accident that the noose breaks naturally during the execution, the condemned prisoner will be exempted from death.Because in the eyes of people who fear the God of Death, such an accident occurred on the execution ground, which means that the God of Death does not want to take the soul of the prisoner, and if he insists on executing him, it is disrespectful to the gods.Of course, this is also the reason why hanging is so popular. After all, it is much more convenient to have an accident on the gallows than beheading or beheading.

However, this kind of accident at the prisoner's carnival is really rare in people's cognition, and it should be said that it has never been heard of.All the people on the trial stand were stunned for a while, and Jarrard Pierre Jean murmured in his heart: Impossible, I checked the noose myself before, and I didn't do anything.How could such an accident happen?Could it be that some god is really bored?

The unlucky magistrate does not want the carnival he hosts to become the laughing stock of others. As a believer of the Lord of Darkness, Jared Pierre Jean never believes that the God of Death will reject the souls of the dead, just like the greedy honey badger never Like rejecting honey.But before he could remember to check the reason, a burly man suddenly jumped out of the audience and rushed forward. In Jarrad Peel's view, that man was an inhuman monster. The barrier of ten people directly jumped onto the trial platform, which was even better than the tree monkeys in the jungle.

It's just that the magistrate didn't have time to express his emotions, because William hit him hard as soon as he came up, and the first unlucky one was Jarrad Peel.Jarrad Peel saw William who was flying towards him, and before he had time to speak, he punched him hard in the chest.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of "click" bones breaking, Jarrard Pill only felt a tightness in his chest, and then suffocated in the unbearable pain of broken bones.William, who knocked the magistrate down as soon as he came up, was ups and downs on the trial platform like a strong wind. Compared with the average person's height of about 1.7 meters, his body of nearly two meters is really majestic enough, but what is even more terrifying is William's huge body. The extraordinary flexibility and agility of the bear-like body.William quickly attacked the remaining soldiers on the trial platform like a civet cat. The soldiers who were caught off guard were almost powerless to fight back. Knock yourself down and be powerless to resist.

In fact, except for the first soldier who was shot to death by the arrow, the other people who were knocked down did not lose their lives, but all of them fell to the ground with broken tendons and bones, groaning miserably.The crowd in the audience was stunned by what happened in front of them, and the chaotic voices of thousands of people in the entire square couldn't help but stagnate, and then became more chaotic in vain.The soldiers under the trial stage wanted to go to the stage to arrest William and rescue his companions, while some of the large crowd of spectators wanted to leave, some wanted to step forward to help, and most of them were at a loss as to what to do.

William raised his foot and kicked the soldiers who were trying to rush up off the trial platform, and then casually released the remaining four prisoners from the restraints.While beating a few soldiers who appeared to be the disabled who could not take care of themselves temporarily, he said to the four prisoners who had just escaped from the shackles: "It doesn't matter whether you are really guilty or innocent, since you were saved by me, then Just do one thing for me, take that Flynn with you when you run."

The four prisoners seemed too shocked by William's sudden appearance. They stared at William in a daze for a while, and then showed the surprise of being out of the cage for the first time. They looked at each other and ignored William's request. Instead, he jumped off the trial platform and fled around without hesitation.

Seeing this situation, William couldn't help cursing inwardly: They really are a group of people who don't know how to live or die. Do you really think that the guards in this town are just a display?Originally thinking that "herding a sheep is herding, and herding a flock of sheep is also herding", William originally didn't mind pulling these guys who might be wronged (of course, it is more likely that they deserve what they deserve). It's a mistake.

A large number of heavily armed soldiers had already appeared on the surrounding streets. It seemed that they had already set up an ambush, waiting for some fool whose head was caught by the door panel to take the bait.

Regardless of whether others are fools or not, William is by no means an arrogant fool. He has a very clear understanding of the city's defenses, otherwise Finia would not have followed him into the city, and he would not have let Yasu Na left with the two little girls.In fact, William originally planned to be the "soy sauce party" who watched the excitement. If the trial just now was too ignorant, if the judge Jarrad Pierre Jean could be fairer, if Flynn deserved what he deserved... If there are so many "ifs", and if there is no problem with the power system of the mysterious magic that William is most afraid of recently, even if he is killed, he will not do such a thing like robbery of the magic field in another world.

But since the matter has been done, it must have a beginning and an end.Due to William's unexpected move ahead of the defenders, the guards who were about to ambush Selyse's accomplices were unable to react in time, and it was difficult to make the right choice accurately.The purple-robed warriors who escorted Selyse were very experienced. After they discovered the commotion on the trial platform, they immediately assembled into a thick defensive circle, guarding the escorted female prisoners and wanting to return the same way.

William suddenly took off the war bow on his back again, drew two feathered arrows from his quiver, and shot. The two purple-robed guards who were dragging Selyse fell to the ground immediately.Then William looked up to the sky and let out a long howl, and the howling sound spread around like a dragon chant from the nine heavens. Erdang saw a dark flying horse flying rapidly from outside the town.

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In Faerûn, although most intelligent flying creatures usually avoid human gathering areas, some large human cities will still prepare some anti-aircraft weapons, such as bed crossbows, strongbows, or stone projectiles. Equipment, but in terms of efficiency, it is far less convincing than the mage's spells.

Locke Town also has its own mage power. Even after losing the chief mage advisor, the remaining power is still not to be underestimated, so they didn't put too much effort into conventional powerful long-range weapons.However, now that the gods are suffering, Ms. Mystra has temporarily lost control of the magic network, and the power of magic in the mortal world is almost negligible.

Mo Xiao skimmed over the empty defense tower lightly, and hovered freely over Locke Town, overlooking the chaotic town. Except for William, almost no one noticed his arrival.

William didn't look up to look for Mo Xiao, because the fleeting shadow on the ground had already indicated his existence, and he directed Pegasus to cooperate with him with the whisper of his heart.William drew his bow again, and once again shot two arrow feathers, the target was still the red-robed warrior who was trying to drag Selyse away.The two red-robed warriors closest to Selyse, like their former companions, were shot dead with arrows in the face that they could not resist.Four people were shot and killed in a row, which made the other red-robed warriors suddenly more careful. They didn't care about the female prisoners around them, but each held a long sword and a one-handed shield to carefully guard against the next attack.

William closed his bow and jumped off the trial platform, lifted the semi-conscious Flynn with one hand, and rushed towards Selyse through the crowd blocking him.

Selyse was quite surprised to see William appearing. She looked a little embarrassed when she was bound by iron rings and ropes. The bruises on her face and the bloody whip marks on her clothes all showed that Selyse had eaten a lot of food in the past day. A lot of trouble.But after a while, Selyse's face changed. She shouted in shock and anger: "William! Be careful..." Just as she said this, William who was running suddenly shouted angrily, and threw Flynn out of his hand. "...The person behind you, except me, is not really the one being judged. Get out of here quickly! This is a trap."

William glared angrily at Flynn who was thrown out, and said bitterly: "Bastard! I saved you with good intentions, but I didn't expect to save a white-eyed wolf, who actually bit me back."

Flynn struggled to get up from the ground. He didn't seem to care about the pain on his body. Even though his eyes were almost invisible, he still accurately located William's position. The left hand with one finger missing was holding a handle, which was very inconspicuous. He gestured to the air with his small dagger, a dark red glint flashed faintly on the dagger, and hissed with great regret on his pale and distorted face, he sighed: "The toxin smeared on this is enough to kill a young dragon. It's a pity You're lucky, Mr. William, to have only scratched your clothes and not really hurt you."

At this time, the surrounding soldiers had already surrounded them, including the red-robed guards who were in charge of guarding Selyse. They did not do anything directly, but surrounded the two of them. One of the guards stepped forward and handed Flynn a bottle of potion.Flynn took the potion and drank it in one gulp, and the wounds on his face and hands healed at a speed almost visible to the naked eye, and his eyes quickly returned to their original state, the swelling disappeared, the blood stains disappeared, and the brown-gray pupils flickered It was unspeakably cruel and vicious, and even though the severed finger on his hand had not grown back, it had stopped bleeding.

William reached out his hand to touch the clothes that were scratched at the waist, his face was livid, and anyone who encountered such a situation would be full of anger. He had already stopped, and stood there coldly looking at Flynn, with murderous intentions in his heart. boiling.Flynn didn't seem to feel William's anger. He frowned and said exaggeratedly to himself: "Why can't the bastard pharmacists who should be eaten by ghouls add more honey to the potion? Don't they just Don't know how nasty the potion they make themselves, the damn grass root bitterness almost makes my tongue feel numb, and my poor stomach. Maybe they should make a cup of it every day..."

After Flynn let out a bunch of unnutritious nonsense, Fang turned his attention to William with a little complacency.At this time, William had slowly drawn out the autumn water knife, hanging down seemingly harmlessly. He took a deep breath, as if there was infinite space in William's lungs.The blood in William's body began to speed up and boil gradually, but the expression on his face became more and more peaceful, and his eyes began to narrow. In just a split second, it felt like a deep sleep, the short tranquility before the storm , before the tiger pounced silently, all the killing intent was restrained in the heart.

Flynn didn't understand all the changes in William at all, even though he was a seasoned and cunning assassin and pretender, it was the ultimate mystery of human fighting from another plane.A large group of soldiers and guards surrounded Flynn, which gave him a false sense of security. In Flynn's view, no one could single-handedly move in front of the swords and crossbows of nearly a hundred well-trained fighters. Even if the opponent is a humanoid dragon.Of course, a well-prepared senior mage may have a chance to escape, but the spells of mages don't seem to be very effective recently.

I don’t know if it’s the common problem of villains who like to “open their mouths” before the ending. Flynn didn’t seem to be in a hurry to do it. He said with some high spirits: “Mr. William, it’s really not easy to catch you.” .Since Silvermoon City, we have been looking for you and the person next to you..."

"I have to say that your luck is really extraordinarily good. Every time for one reason or another, our actions are missed by one step, and we fail in the end. Including just now, I really can't think of it. Just a little bit, just let you avoid Sargerette's fangs, do you really have Tymora's favor?" If William still had the heart to think about something else, he would definitely tell the other party, "Tymora's favor" is not See, the [Curse of the Lady Luck] buff is always carried around.

Flynn continued his "victory monologue", while William stood there silently, making one wonder if he had given up resistance. "...But everything doesn't matter now. I heard that you are a very powerful fighter and have defeated many conspiracies along the way. To be honest, I should thank you. It is because of your hard work that the The existence did not fall into the hands of those who claim to be kind. As a thank you, if you voluntarily give up resistance and hand over that existence, I am willing to give you a decent death." Flynn waved his hand A group of dozens of soldiers raised their crossbows and pointed at William, intending to force him to give up struggling.

"You still want to think about your own life and death!" William, who was originally calm as if giving up resistance, suddenly became violent...

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Flynn died, and he didn't even know how he died, because William was so fast that when Flynn was killed, there was still a still image of William before the explosion on his retina, perhaps with The word "afterimage" is more accurate.

Since leaving Silvermoon City, this is the first time that William has made an all-out attack on the humans in this world. With his full strength, it is definitely an epic nightmare for the soldiers of Locke Town.The soldiers holding the crossbow were the first to react, because they were already ready to attack, but when William moved, although they subconsciously pulled the crossbow, all the arrows they shot fell into the empty space. Not only did it not hinder William at all, but it hurt many of his own people.

Flynn was killed right in front of everyone's eyes. Both the ordinary soldiers and the red-robed guards were furious. Relying on their numbers, they swarmed up and charged at William with guns and swords.William was also relentless, killing life with the knife and knife in his hand, and every knife would kill one person, but he himself kept wandering in the rain of guns and swords, so that no one could touch him at all.

Killing every step, every step is frightening, every time he kills a person, the ardor in William's heart will increase by one point.He roared, he roared, but the heat inside was still difficult to dispel. The flame power in William's blood was already irresistible, and he did not intend to suppress it forcibly. Confusion, confusion and faith are all pinned in every beheading, beheading!cut!cut! ! !

A scorching heat spread unknowingly, and the splashed blood began to transpire, making the bloody smell in the air even stronger.William seemed to be unaware of this. At this time, his whole body was as red as charcoal, and his red hair flowed like a burning flame, especially the sword in his hand. The blade was as blue as ice crystals, while the air around it was hot and distorted.

With flesh and blood flying everywhere, William had killed 63 people. When No. 60 and the four screamed in pain with the scorching flesh and blood, no one around William dared to approach, but the blood power in his body It has climbed to the extreme, and it is already hard to spit.William shouted angrily, pouring that power into Autumn Water Knife, and slashed towards the sky with the knife. A unparalleled fire force shot out from the blade. What is frightening is that the fire force began to absorb after leaving Autumn Water Knife. The energy in the air expands rapidly, and in an instant it turns into an overwhelming wave of fire sweeping across the sky, sweeping across the sky and penetrating into the clouds, changing the color of the sky and the earth.

Thousands of Guizhou heads in the entire Locke Town were shocked and lost their voices, and the whole town was dead silent.To make the sun and the moon open and change the color of the sky and the earth with just a wave of your hand, what a tyrannical cruelty, what a great power, perhaps only the gods among the stars have such power, right?The dozen or so surviving soldiers looked up at the sky in horror and trembled. They had completely lost their ability to think. They had never seen such a fierce existence in their entire lives.

With such an earth-shattering and weeping knife, the violent flame power in William's body was instantly emptied, and the red color on his body surface disappeared immediately.He also looked at the changes in the sky in astonishment, did he really do it himself?The scene seems a bit over the top, right?William lowered his head to look at his hands and the Qiushui knife quietly held in his hands, and was lost in thought for a while.But William soon came back to his senses. He took a long breath and looked around. There were corpses lying on the ground, blood flowing into rivers, stumps and broken knives were everywhere. Thousands of people in the square looked up at the sky in a daze, including the silly lady. Our children Celis.

For William, this is definitely a good opportunity to escape. After all, the price paid for releasing such a "super big killer" full of sound, light and shadow effects is not small. It is better to get out early while everyone is scared.He quickly walked up to Celis and said angrily: "You silly bitch, you will really cause trouble for me, I don't know if I should rescue you this time!" The locks on Celis' body.

The bondage was released, and Selyse realized that William had run to her side. She asked half obsessively and half fearfully, "Who are you?"

William leaned over to hug Selyse, and raised his head to greet Mo Xiao. The poor Pegasus was also very frightened by William's sudden action just now. William called several times in a row before Mo Xiao approached tremblingly.But when William stepped on the back of the horse, Mo Xiao suddenly regained his spirits, because it suddenly realized that its master is so powerful that it is almost like a god. If the master really becomes an immortal existence in the future, wouldn't he be It can also... After all, this kind of thing is not without precedent. For example, a long-horned mare raised by a certain goddess is its best example.

Pegasus Mo Zou was a little excited, so he couldn't help letting go of his throat and neighing loudly, but it woke up everyone in the square. Immediately, everyone's eyes turned to the two Yiqi who were about to run away.It is not a comfortable thing to be watched by thousands of people at the same time, and the young Pegasus who has never experienced such a scene is a little guilty.William was also worried that if they stayed in mid-air like this, they might become a living target for the crossbowmen of Locke Town. He kicked Mo Xiao angrily, and urged the animal to take him away.

When William and Selyse passed the defense tower of Locke Town in Mo Xiao, they found that the empty defense tower was actually full of archers holding crossbows. This discovery surprised William and Mo Xiao. Xiao immediately flapped his wings desperately, trying to get away from the defense tower as fast as possible.William also drew out his autumn knife and stared at the archer in the tower as if he was facing an enemy. In this mid-air where there was no room for dodge, even if he was the enemy of ten thousand people with his supernatural power, he would never think about it under the opponent's random arrows. What's more, now that he is in the trough of physical decline, William has no choice but to bite the bullet and prepare to fight to the death.