Chapter 199: The Shock of Killing the Trickster and Francesca
left the forest where Francesca was, and Wayne quickly took a magic flying carpet and flew to the center of the town.
Of course, in order to prevent his identity from being leaked, he also wore a helmet that covered his face. Although witchers rarely use helmets, as a complete set of armor, Master O. Henry still thoughtfully built one.
It was a closed knight's helmet similar to that of the Middle Ages. The Y-shaped opening only exposed a thin slit for the eyes and nose, making it impossible for people to see the face inside the helmet.
After putting on his helmet, Wayne rushed to the town square, where the formerly spacious square had now become a hellish execution ground.
The fifty or sixty surviving members of the non-human race had their hands and feet tied with ropes. Some women had their clothes taken off, and the elderly and children were strung together with ropes, like animals waiting to be slaughtered. Randomly discarded on the ground.
There were also some men who were caught because of resistance and were tied to some erected wooden pillars. Some were dead, and those were still wailing in pain. Many wounds were cut on their bodies by knives, and blood flowed out. A place that obviously suffered a lot.
Throughout the square, there were the unbridled laughter of soldiers, the gloating and hysterical cursing of the mob, and the pleading and cursing of the bound and tortured inhuman races.
The most irritating thing is that in the center of the square, there are several rows of simple gallows built with wooden piles. There are five or six nooses hanging on each gallows. Although it is not known that this attack on non-human races The torture had been going on for a long time, but on those rows of gallows, eight corpses had been hung. Their feet were off the ground, their eyes were white, and their tongues were hanging out. They were all obviously strangled to death.
A fat man who looked like a soldier captain was pulling a rope with a proud look on his face, sometimes tightening it, sometimes loosening it, torturing it like teasing.
And tied to the other end of the rope was an elf girl who was not yet under age. The rope was tightly wrapped around the neck of the elf girl. Due to the suffocation and pain, the girl's eyes turned white, and she stood on tiptoes with a pale face. They were all bruised from the suffocation.
As he pulled the rope, he shouted triumphantly:
"It's because of these damn elf bitches, dwarf bastards, and halfling bastards that have polluted our land and tarnished our sacred beliefs that our country has been suffering all year round. Disasters will cause diseases and famines to always surround us." "
Today, we will purify our land, purify our towns, kill all the inhuman race bastards, and let these thieves, robbers, and scoundrels Die forever."
"When the time comes, give all the property of these bastards to our glorious townspeople. This is the wealth we deserve. These bastards obtained it from us through dirty means. They don't deserve it. This money."
Hearing that the soldier captain wanted to share the money, the mob who were still immersed in the excitement of violence became even more excited, and they roared like wild beasts, as if what they were doing was not an evil act such as murder and arson, but It's a feat worthy of praise.
After receiving everyone's response, the fat soldier captain became even more excited. He let out a triumphant laugh, tightened the rope in his hands with both hands, and pulled the elf girl on the gallows to lift her feet off the ground and her hands. He clutched the noose around his neck tightly and kept struggling to his death.
And at this moment, with a loud bang as a heavy object fell to the ground, Wayne, wearing heavy armor, jumped off the magic flying carpet and landed on the fat soldier captain like a divine soldier from heaven. beside.
There was no persuasion, no cursing, and no verbal exchange of any kind.
Just when everyone was shocked by the armored knight suddenly falling from the sky, the magic sword in Wayne's hand instantly chopped off the fat man's head.
The fat guard captain didn't even have time to make any sound, his head rolled to the ground, a large amount of blood spurted out from his neck, and the ropes held by his hands were loosened, allowing the elf girl who was tied up with a noose to escape. .
After killing a soldier, Wayne's movements didn't stop at all. He clenched his fist with his left hand, which was wearing an adamantine gauntlet, and punched a soldier on the right in the face.
The huge force and the hard metal gauntlet punched the soldier's face so hard that it was dented. Red, white, yellow, and unknown liquids splashed out, and he staggered back several times. Mi, fell to the ground, and soon lost his life.
After killing two people in a row, the magic sword in Wayne's hand still did not stop. When he spun to avoid the attack of a charging soldier, the sword blade instantly cut the soldier's throat. , and when he fell to the ground, he could only hug his throat that was constantly spurting blood like a shrimp, and let out a desperate intake of breath.
From falling to killing, it only took four or five seconds to kill three people in a row. When Wayne stood up again, his figure was stained with blood, and the mob and those who were still immersed in violent fantasies were The soldiers were also awakened by the sudden enemy.
Some people roared in terror, some started roaring hysterically, and a group of people immediately rushed towards Wayne with weapons in their hands without saying a word.
Facing the soldiers and mobs rushing towards him, Wayne sneered in his heart. Although he would not use the seal to reveal his identity as a demon hunter, unlike other demon hunters, he had countless attack methods, and all of them were Coming from a different world, even if you use these moves, you don't have to worry about being found out by others.
Looking at the crazy enemies in front of him, Wayne showed no mercy at all. He waved his right hand with the space bracelet in the direction of the largest number of people rushing toward him.
As his magic power was activated, a red gemstone on the bracelet immediately fluoresced slightly, then quickly extinguished.
After the fluorescence was extinguished, a huge magical thundercloud was formed out of thin air above the group of soldiers and mobs at a speed visible to the naked eye, which not only included the soldiers and mobs, but also many houses behind them. Being shrouded under this thundercloud.
The thunderclouds kept rolling, and a large amount of lightning was brewing in the thunderclouds.
Ten seconds later, in the horrified eyes of those mortals, hundreds of lightning bolts, accompanied by huge thunder, struck down from the thunderclouds like raindrops.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Click! Click! Click!
The huge flash caused by the thunder and lightning instantly illuminated the square like daylight, and the hundreds of lightnings directly blasted a third of the soldiers and the mob into charred corpses in less than a minute. .
Even many houses behind this group of people were directly blasted by lightning, causing a large number of flames and collapse, and causing many houses to burst into flames.
This is a sixth-level spell, Thunder Cloud Storm, a group attack spell used to deal with large numbers of enemies.
To be honest, it is a bit wasteful to use spells of this level to deal with these mobs with low combat effectiveness. However, for Wayne, the cooldown time of once every three days is not wasted, and it is just right to deal with these garbage.
After the thunder clouds and lightning passed, the whole square burst into mourning, and the smell of burning barbecue and feces and urine quickly filled the air.
Not only the mob and soldiers in the town, but also the survivors of the inhuman race who were tied up in the center of the square were shocked.
As ordinary people, they have never seen the power of real spellcasters. Most of the stories about warlocks and mages are legends. They only appear in dreams and other people's rumors. They never thought they would appear. in themselves.
Some of the mob and soldiers who were the first to come to their senses immediately shouted in terror.
"It's an evil warlock, a wizard!"
"A wizard has come to massacre civilians! Come quickly, kill that wizard." With their shouts, those who were still immersed in fear and panic were awakened. , some people immediately turned around and ran away. Facing the mysterious magic, they did not have the courage to fight against it.
The other group of people fell into madness. They ignored the danger around them and took up weapons. As if they were crazy, they rushed towards Wayne, as if they could kill him as long as they rushed to Wayne's side. .
But most people are cowering, fearful, hesitant, and waiting to see.
They hoped that someone could take the lead in killing the wizard Wayne, but they were afraid of the danger and did not dare to carry out the operation themselves. With almost a hundred people left on their side, they did not want to choose to escape, and even suspected that they had just Everything you see is just your own illusion.
However, no matter what these mobs and soldiers thought, Wayne never thought of showing mercy.
In his philosophy, if you can kill others, then it is normal for you to be killed by others.
With this idea in mind, Wayne carried the heavy armor and looked like a tiger descending from the mountain. He moved towards the hesitant, angry, or frightened crowd with extremely fast speed and terrifying momentum. Rushed over.
When the distance between the two sides was only a dozen meters, the blue gem on Wayne's right bracelet flashed slightly again. In the eyes of the Kaedwen soldiers, the knight who was originally covered in armor looked like a violent beast. Suddenly, The figure was blurry.
Then it split apart from him in an instant. Six identical shadows, seven terrifying knights who looked exactly the same, rushed into their crowd with an aura of one against a hundred.
Click! Click! Click!
Swords and swords, blood and cries, whether they are Kaedwen's soldiers or the mob in the town, their king did not equip them with hard armor, and even the weapons in their hands were just ordinary long swords, pitchforks and long swords. spear.
What is even more frightening is that each of these seven figures is not a fantasy. The sharp sword in his hand is like the scythe of death. Each sword can cut off the flesh and blood, cut blood dripping, and take away a frightened soul. .
Slashing, punching, charging and trampling, these terrifying knights wearing hard armor are far superior to ordinary humans in terms of strength, speed, and physical strength. No matter what kind of attack, they are extremely vicious and deadly. They seem to be numerous. The mobs and soldiers seemed to have become cowardly and incompetent lambs under the attacks of these terrifying knights. They collapsed like ice and snow under these deadly attacks.
What is even more devastating is that even if some of the mob and soldiers fought hard, their pitchforks and iron swords could not cause any effective damage when they hit the terrifying knight's dragon scale armor, and could only knock on the armor. There was a little spark, a little scratch, and then his arm was injured by the huge backlash, and then he was killed with a ruthless blade.
This was an unequal battle. Faced with the merciless demon hunters, most of these mobs and soldiers died in less than ten minutes, leaving behind a group of people. There were more than a hundred corpses, and the remaining poor people, driven by fear and desire to survive, fled into the town with their crotches soaked in feces and urine, without daring to look back.
The entire square was full of broken limbs, heads, and corpses.
The gray dragon scale armor on Wayne's body had already been dyed red by blood.
He shook off the blood on the magic sword and breathed out gently. This ordinary enchanted sword had many gaps appeared under his huge power. From the hilt to the sword body, there were also many gaps. The blood was all stained red, and together with the dragon scale armor on his body, he looked like a death knight crawling out of hell.
But I have to say that the feeling of wanton killing just now really made Wayne very happy. Perhaps in the past few years, although he did not take the insults of these unruly people into his heart, deep down in his heart, he still felt I want to kill everyone like this.
They are really unruly people like shit, bastards who deserve their punishment. If it weren't for most of the demon hunters who have their own principles, those unruly people who always make things difficult for them would have been killed long ago.
Wayne complained a few words in his mind, and then looked at the six mirror clones standing with him. I have to say that the six-ring mirror technique is really a very powerful magic.
Just one spell can create six clones with half the strength of the original body. Although the clones cannot use powerful magic and can only rely on their own physical strength, and their existence time is only fifteen minutes, this spell is very powerful for those who are powerful. For the warriors, it simply increased their strength three or four times in fifteen minutes.
It may not be so useful against masters, but when used against miscellaneous fish, it is simply a magical skill for clearing troops and a magical skill for showing off.
After all, for Zayu, there is no difference between half strength and full strength. They are both instant kills anyway.
After confirming that there were no more resisting enemies on the field, Wayne waved his hand to his clone and at the same time conveyed the thoughts in his mind.
As if they were soldiers, the clones immediately came to the inhuman races who were still tied up in the center of the square, and cut the ropes on their bodies with the long swords in their hands.
However, facing the demonic clones covered in blood, these civilian survivors of the inhuman race were also very frightened, fearing that Wayne would also fall on them with the butcher knife in his hand.
And just when Wayne was thinking about how to comfort these terrified and helpless civilians of the non-human race, Francesca's voice suddenly sounded from the Rubik's Cube-like communicator he placed in his arms.
"Wayne, let me appease them."
"Although I want to say that you did a good job, but I have to say that you went a little too far." The
elf sorceress's voice was full of shock and helplessness. , but still as sweet as ever.
"Killing nearly two hundred humans at once, using unconventional methods like you and using strange magic, will definitely lead to an investigation by the Warlock Brotherhood." "However, I still want to thank you
. It's time to do what I've always wanted to do."
"I also want to be like you, killing those scum who harm our compatriots without any scruples, but I can't do that." "The
higher-ups of the Warlock Brotherhood are too familiar with me. , once I use large-scale magic, they will definitely be able to detect it." "
Okay, just stay as you are now, don't talk, and disguise yourself as a magic puppet knight." "
I will handle the rest. .”
As Francesca's voice fell, a slender figure covered in a black cloak suddenly appeared in front of those inhuman races.
At the same time as she appeared, a disguised but equally melodious voice in Elvish language reached the ears of all non-human races present.
"Compatriots, don't worry, we will take you out of here."
(End of Chapter)