Embarrassment of Golden Dragon Tails

The sky was gloomy, and the crowd was even gloomier than the sky.He was pinned to the stake with stacked pyres at his feet.Bishop Soren carried a large bucket full of oil and threw it at him.Cold, oily oil trickled down his hair, soaked his clothes, and seeped into the crevices of the firewood.

"burn!"

"burn!"

"burn!"

"Burn him!"

"Burn the believers of the devil!"

In the boiling voice, he sneered in his heart: these idiots, don't they know never to underestimate a mage?As long as his fingers and tongue are still there, even if he can't escape, at least he has a way to die with this idiot in front of him.But then, he discovered his abnormality, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

His fingers kept moving, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound.

Bishop Soren held a torch and approached with a grim smile.His pupils constricted, and finally he felt deep panic and fear of death.The pyre was quickly lit, and through the messy long hair and rising scorching air, he saw a figure among the dark crowd, a familiar figure with brilliant long golden hair.

The figure didn't seem to see him at all, turned around, and walked into the distance.

He called out eagerly, opening his mouth wide in vain, but no sound could come out.

Tails!Tails!

Unknowingly, flames engulfed his ragged black robe.

In deep fear and despair, he sneered silently.

……

When Vera woke up from a coma, she saw a familiar face.Battle Priest Shafar held a candle in his left hand, leaned close to his cheek, and watched him with squinted eyes.A bucket rolled down at his feet, and his right hand grabbed his wet hair, forcing himself to look up.The cold water covered his eyes, flowed down his neck and chest, and dripped to the ground. It was bitingly cold, and Vera couldn't help shivering.

Seeing that Vera woke up, Shafar sneered and let him go.Taking a step back, he asked proudly, "Believers of the devil, do you know who I am?"

Vera closed her eyes, relieving the pain from the cold water, and didn't answer.

He was so painful that he almost lost consciousness. The cold water stimulated his wound, took away his limited body temperature, and made him weaker.There was a piercing pain in his fingers, and the iron chain around his neck made him almost out of breath.The mage breathed heavily, drawing in the air he needed to live.

Now, the mage is firmly fixed on a low cross, with his hands stretched out, and they are respectively fixed to the two ends of the crossbar by shackles, and four iron hoops fixed on the ground cover his ankles and knees respectively, forcing He knelt on the ground, maintaining this humiliating posture.

He has maintained this position for ten days.

Since Shalan was defeated half a month ago and ceded White Rock City, Don't Kill Wo Town, and the random forest to Neru, the mage knew that his mage tower was under an unprecedented threat.Since the burial of Rory's army, the town has not suffered any retaliation for nearly half a year, which proves that the priest who escaped did not tell everything.Then as long as the residents of Don't Kill My Town convert to the so-called true God, their lives should be safe.But he is different, the fanatics of Santis will never tolerate a mage staying in the territory of the "true god" and blaspheming the gods.The fate waiting for him should be the same as that middle-aged mage in Baishi City who had no time to escape. He should be set on the stake and burned to death.

Escaping might be a good option, but Vera didn't want to.Whether it is out of dignity or emotion, he is reluctant to leave here.And he has his advantages - the place is too remote, the mage tower is heavily guarded, and it is backed by random forests, even with an army of thousands of people, it is difficult to gain an advantage in front of Wood Jing.So he went deep into Crystalsong Jill, negotiated with Tilun, sought the support of the wood spirits, and together with them drove the group of lunatics away from the vicinity of Crystalsong Forest.However, to his regret, Thielen only promised him to help him within the scope of Crystalsong Forest.

The result was unsatisfactory, but Villa was not discouraged.He planned to hide in the random forest temporarily and wait for the opportunity.

To his surprise, an army of about 1000 people with dozens of battle priests and six giant crossbows rounded him up.Facing such an army, Tiruen naturally flinched.When he was forced out of the random forest, the mage still didn't understand when he had such a high value that it was worth dispatching such an army to catch him.

After being caught, he was brought before the army chief.The leader is a 35-year-old middle-aged man with a good appearance, no beard, brown curly hair casually tied behind his head, and a casual and lazy smile on his face. If he is not wearing armor, he hardly looks like a Army commander.In addition to the sun emblem on his armor, there is also a gladiolus emblem printed on it.Through the coat of arms, Vera recognized him at a glance—the Supreme Commander of the Neil God's Wing Army: Haidris Tufeite.

Why is he here?Why did the supreme commander of a country appear in this borderland?Moreover, he personally led troops to round him up?

For the first time in a long time, as if being drenched from head to toe by a bucket of ice water, Vera felt terrified.

Seeing the mage in distress, Tufeite lazily dropped the map in his hand and walked towards him.He signaled the soldier to let go of the mage's hands, and before Vera could react, he quickly grabbed the mage's left hand and snapped off the mage's slender fingers, from thumb to little finger, one by one.

Amid the mage's unexpected cry of pain, he grabbed the mage's right hand and did the same.

Afterwards, he pinched the mage's chin, still with a lazy smile on his face, and told the soldiers in the mage's resentful eyes: "Remember, if you catch the mage in the future, the first thing to do is to break his fingers. As for the tongue ..." Tufete's smile became even more lazy, "I'll keep the tongue for now, if it's worth keeping."

Afterwards, he threw the mage to the soldiers, and asked them to put shackles on the mage, and after showing it to the public in the town of Bieshawo, he escorted him all the way to the city of Brin, two days away.

After coming to Brin City, the mage was thrown into this dungeon, and he never saw Tufeite again.And as expected, he met another old acquaintance—the Bishop of Seren, who once contributed a carriage and a set of robes to the Mage Tower.

Obviously, Bishop Soren was very "friendly" to him.During these ten days, he really enjoyed the bishop's "care" for him.Thanks to the bishop, there is hardly an inch of intact skin on his body now.And Bishop Seren didn't seem to have anything to explain, except that he had asked about the whereabouts of his servant.Vera has no doubts that if it wasn't for Tufete's confession, she would have to be burnt to death in public and burnt to death in public as an example, and according to the widely spread superstition, cutting off a mage's limbs would be cursed, Then I have probably become fragments now.

What are they trying to do?

"Snapped!"

The burning pain on her face interrupted Vera's thoughts.

Vera spat the blood from her mouth and opened her eyes.Shafar looked at him sternly, and warned: "Believers of the devil, answer my words, don't pretend to be dead."

"What?" Vera's voice was muffled by the pain.He raised his slender black eyebrows, showing his gaze unceremoniously, "If I remember correctly, my lord pastor, you have already paid the price for your recklessness and the lives of those four hundred soldiers?"

"Hmph! It's not your turn to ask more about this kind of thing, be honest, or I'll cut off your tongue."

Vera shut her mouth tactfully.

"Tomorrow at noon, a firewood pile will be set up in the square of Brin City. Do you know what it is?" Shafar sneered, picked up a long whip, and teased the mage's cheek with the whip handle, "There will be a fire The flame is specially used to purify the devil's believers, and when the time comes, you will be ignited in the fire, your hair, your skin, your flesh and blood, and your bones will all be turned into coke, and your soul will be burned Thoroughly cleansed."

Vera stared at him coldly, trying not to show her fear.

"Believers of the devil, now you have a chance, a chance to live." Shafar leaned down and stared into the mage's eyes, "The dragon listens to you, I know. Believers of the devil, it's time to hand over the dragon." Real name, I will give you a chance to live."

"You? Just because you ruined the lives of four hundred soldiers and an infantry captain?" Vera forced a sneer, "My lord pastor, didn't the temple and Marshal Tufet hold you accountable?"

"You!" Shafar's face flashed red.He suppressed his anger and warned in a low voice, "Believers of the devil, don't go too far. As long as you hand over the dragon's real name, I will naturally let you live. Bishop Selen has a way to replace you, and only needs a death row prisoner." , and a magic trick."

"Really? I'm sorry. I don't think you have any credibility with me. Instead of trusting you, I'd rather have Tuffett come in person. Maybe I can talk to him about your affair with Captain Lorry's infantry." friendship."

"Crack!" Shafar became furious, raised his long whip, and lashed at the mage.