Law of the Devil

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Chapter 115 [Fancy]

Moonlight like water.

It's very early in the morning. At this moment, the moon hangs in the sky, softly subtle moonlight, evenly distributed on this land, white moonlight, a glow for the earth.

A Dewey carriage is slowing down on the road to Dido.

On this trip back to Didu, Dewey deliberately told me not to rush, just to leisurely advance every day, as long as the day is pinched and the Emperor arrives.

So the journey is free and easy. Dewey was extraordinarily close to the Clark Mage. The two traveled on horseback, all going hand in hand and talking all the time. When he was tired, Dewey invited Master Clark to ride with him in his carriage.

The Rollins' carriage is naturally the most expensive, premium wood, excellent horse, plus Dewey's series of modifications. The thick velvet blankets laid down below make the carriage feel no turbulence while driving.

The carriage is also packed with delicious wine and food, which Clark enjoys along the way.

Clark was also on his way, pitching for the Peach Lee, and the road took a lot of effort to get a couple of little wind magic arrays on the chassis of this wagon in Dewey. In any case, several carriages in the Dewey motorcade were packed with magic materials, crystal gems, and so on from many of the gifts given by the Magic Union.

The magic array on the carriage chassis consumed several fine magic crystals. But with this wind magic, the wagon runs up, automatically assisted by wind, runs faster and more steady, even with wind holding, much lighter. I feel even more smooth and abnormal.

Dewey turned his mind in the dark and asked: "Since such a magic array reduces the weight of the carriage, is there an advanced custom magic array that can completely make the carriage fly? ”

After Clark listened, he pondered for a moment, and replied: "Theoretically, it's okay, but wind magic, in general, uses wind power, and the magic array below automatically gathers wind power, but let the wind bear all the weight of this wagon, and let it fly, and it consumes a lot of magic. Spend a lot of magic crystals and some magic gems. It's too expensive, and the magic array has a higher rank. It's too wasteful to spend so much money and energy on a flying carriage. ”

Dewey nodded his head, without saying anything, but his heart was hidden: it would certainly be best if the wagon could fly simply by magic array. Unfortunately, Clark said that simply letting a carriage fly would cost close to astronomical numbers. It is not universal, and if it is, it is possible to create an "air force” in this way, even if it cannot build its own aircraft.

Of course, in reality, it's just a fantasy.

Clark also smiled on his face, but he thought, "After all, a child is a child." How much magic does it take to fly a wagon? So this kid, from a rich family, recently got a bunch of gifts from the magic union, so many magic crystals to play this boring game. Where do ordinary people get this kind of money? Simply now this magic array, which makes the carriage lighter, consumes magic crystals that, at market prices, have cost nearly 10,000 gold coins. I'm afraid you can't fly without 100,000 gold coins. There has to be a magical archmage to arrange the magic array, and a constant infusion of magic to replenish the consumption. It took so much effort to come up with a flying carriage, that's not true.

During the chat, Dewey's most important focus was on how to get Clark's words. After all, magic unions spend so much money to pull themselves together, they must have their intentions. Dewey is about to step into the Empire City. You must ask him carefully first.

Needless to say, the more Dewey thinks about the title of "Bachelor of Magic," the more extraordinary he feels. The more you get, the more you can't get rid of it if you're afraid of what you want.

But after all, Clark has been mixing with Emperor for many years, and he is also very cunning. Even though the words are laughing, he doesn't reveal a word. Dewey took a lot of thought and couldn't say anything.

This evening, beneath the moon, the convoy drove slowly, and Dewey and Clark were learning some magic. Mudd came on horseback and gently knocked on the window, whispering: "Young master, we're in Giant Wood Town. ”

Dewey's heart moved.

Giant Wood Town? This is a memorable place for me.

When he was kicked out of the Emperor and assigned to the Rollin Plains, passing through Giant Wood Town, he met Jolyn and Solskaya and others in the town before recovering them by force. Now he returns to Didu and swims again.

Dewey looked at the sky and smiled: "Well, let's live in Giant Wood Town tonight. ”

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After the convoy entered Giant Wood Town, Mudd of course remembered the place and took the convoy directly to the Giant Wood Hotel where his own people had stayed.

Just walked in front of me and found that the original giant wood hotel had changed its appearance. The original rotten sign, almost rusty, had been renovated. The green stone wall had been painted with white lime. The sign wandered gently in the wind at night, and the inscription on it was no longer a giant wood hotel. Instead, it became the House of Adventurers.

Mudd looked at it strangely and wondered how long it was. Why did this hotel change owners?

The door had been pushed open a long time ago. A short, fat guy in there, probably the owner of this place, ran out and saw the big deal, nodded his head, sent several more people from the hotel to help with the horse.

Dewey and Clark walked into the hotel and saw that the place was much cleaner than it had been the last time they came. It just doesn't seem like a very good business or a lot of people. There is no one in the large hall.

Those tables and chairs and counters are new, and it looks like even some paint hasn't been completely dried yet, as if it's not usually used by anyone.

The short, fat boss had packed up, his clothes were clean, a pair of bean-sized eyeballs were brilliant, Mudd had him feed the horses, and then he cleaned out a few clean rooms.

Dewey looked at several of the hotel's horses and waiters, all strong and compelled to move and frown slightly. He glanced at Mudd and asked him to yell at the short, fat boss.

“I remember this was originally called the Giant Wood Inn. Last time I lived here, why did you change the owner now? ”

The short, fat boss nodded continuously, explaining: “This gentleman, the old boss didn't like the business here, so he simply sold the hotel. ”

Dewey glanced at him and said, "Your accent doesn't seem to be local? ”

Shorty and fat boss laughed: “This gentleman, I'm from Giant Wood Town, but I went to the North to do business and only came back a few months ago. ”

Dewey nodded, just looking at the waiters, frowned: “You little inn, you have so many people, these people are strong, they all seem to be soldiers, right? ”

The boss nodded and showed a glimmer of helplessness on his face: “I was in the local guard army when I was in the north, only because a few days ago, when I surrounded some mercenary groups of smugglers of warcraft, I was injured and could no longer work for the army, and then I received the decommissioning settlement fee back to my home. All my men were friends in the army. It's all the same as what happened to me, I was injured, physically disabled, and cleared out of the army. It's just that the settling fee is a lot, but one day I'll finish eating, and I just got a business, and I gathered these retired veterans back, and everyone can eat. ”

Dewey smiled and nodded. Looking at the owner walking, he was actually slightly crippled, as if he was having trouble with his legs and feet.

While all the waiters were strong and strong, Kong Wu was strong, but look carefully, some of them had their right hand and their thumbs and forefingers could no longer hold the sword, some had their wrists broken with their palms together, and others had long arms, and wanted to be archers, but they had one eye, empty arms, but their eyes could not hold, which was why the army withdrew.

Dewey sighed and let Mademoiselle hurt a few more gold coins before going into the room to rest.

In the middle of the night, Dewey was lying in bed, but she didn't know what was going on. Tonight there was some restlessness in her mind, but she couldn't sleep. He thought for half a day, but didn't know why, he simply lay in bed with his eyes open, looking at the ceiling, thinking about his own affairs.

In a quiet, dark room, you can only hear your heart beat and breathe.

So he kept his eyes open until the second half of the night, when Dewey gradually developed a faint fatigue, turned over and was about to go to sleep, suddenly...

He is a magician and has a great talent, his ears and senses are ten times better than ordinary people, and suddenly he hears a strange voice coming from the hidden:

Pā!

It's like some old, decaying wood with a slight crack.

When Dewey was shocked by the sound, she suddenly felt a little uneasiness and alarm in her heart, but if she didn't, she flashed in her heart and couldn't capture herself for a while.

Dewey listened to it with her ears up for a while, but there was no sound anymore, just a mouse or something. But right in his heart, it just loosened, suddenly, mutated!

Above the ceiling beam above his head, suddenly a bang burst, the whole beam broke, instantly, a snowy sword broke through the layer of broken wood, descended into the sky, and slammed it hard against Dewey lying on the bed!

This sword is fast and fierce. Obviously, it is the fierce martial arts man who has gained momentum! Dewey shouted. Fortunately, although his congenital body was weak, after traveling through the frozen forest, he practiced the basic action of star fighting every day. His body was much stronger. A busy man turned his back and sidestepped away.

It's just that the sword has been around for a long time, and the master has sent it out again. Where can Dewey hide? As soon as he rolled over, he felt a severe pain in his back, and an icy sword blade had cut off his back clothes and skin, suddenly bleeding.

Dewey came out cold sweating instantly, one of his heels rolled onto the floor under the bed, and he heard a blow behind him, the bed slab splitting under this sword!

A dark shadow has jumped over his head, dark all over his body, and only a slender, elongated sword in his hand flashes a cold light. Dewey lay on the ground, his back hurt so badly that he fainted when his life was at stake, but when Dewey was in danger, Dewey was stirred up by a lot of pain, instead of turning back, lying on the ground and shooting a fire in his hand at the person standing on the ruins of the bed board.

This fire magic rushed past, the person in the bed didn't dare carry it, one of the local followers flicked out, burst out, the fire shone, brightened up the pitch-black room, Dewey, this is the way to see people, dressed in black, masked, just a pair of eyes flashing the killing machine, the long sword in the hand pointed at himself, silent, and pounced at himself again!

Dewey lay on the floor and fell over the closet in the room with fear, but the other sword was in front of him, and Dewey touched a long sleeping place by the bed with her hands. The coat that was taken off in front of the bed last night was placed next to a soft collapse. Dewey couldn't care less in a hurry. He just touched a corner and threw it out.

The last time the Lester family gave a gift, a fantastic short sword was delivered. Dewey had been carrying a strap, wearing a magician's robe from the Magic Union on weekdays, but wearing a belt. The short sword had always been inserted into the belt. At this moment, after exhausting his full strength, he threw it out and heard a slight cracking metal sound.

Then the black-clothed killer snorted, and his body pounced toward Dewey, and he pounced on Dewey.

At this moment, Dewey solidified almost all of his cold sweat, and the other body weighed on his body, as if a cold blade had stabbed him against his body.

In this situation, the soul suddenly scattered and Dewey instantly poured countless thoughts into his mind:

I'm dying today?!

So he stunned for a moment and found that the person on his body didn't move. Instead, a hot, wet thing flowed around his neck, dripping along his clothes collar on his body and smelling a stinking smell of blood in his nose.

Dewey was so excited by this bloody smell that he slowed God down and pushed him so hard that he realized that he was already dead, with a short sword in his chest, that he had just thrown himself out in a hurry. That short sword is stuck right in each other's heart!

At this time, there was also a noise coming from outside, but I heard the fighting noise of ping-pong, and there were people screaming and groaning, in the dark, and I didn't know what was going on outside. Dewey bit his teeth and pushed away the corpse from him. He pulled out his sword from that man's body with his opposite hand, but saw the sword on top of it, flashing a glimmer of magic.

At this time, the door of the room was banged open, and Clark was seen rushing in from the outside. Clark was also disdressed, and the beard scattered. He came in and saw that Dewey was covered in blood. He couldn't help but be shocked. Fortunately, he watched Dewey stand with a knife in his hand, and he was reassured. He shouted in a hurry: "There's a killer, I'll protect you from leaving! ”

When you're done pulling Dewey up, you're going out. Dewey had calmed down at the moment, but one hand threw Clark away, whispering: "Don't go out! They must be ready! ”

As he was speaking, he heard a scream coming from outside from the Rollins' escort cavalry. Others shouted dying: "Back in! They have crossbows! ”

Thereafter, the sound of sex breaking was heard, and in the dark, not knowing how many assassins fired the crossbows, the sound of dense seizures was heard coming from the walls and boards outside.

Clark's face was brazen, his face was beating, his mouth sang a spell quickly, then his arms opened, a magical oscillation came from him, then Clark lifted his fingers to a scratch, in the air, as if he had cut open a mouth, and then a black gas flowed out of the crack, quickly condensed into a human figure.

But he is a dead warrior, all dark and covered in black!

Dewey's heart jumped. Turns out Clark practiced dark magic! This intermediate Dark Summoning summons a Dead Warrior out.

Clark snorted, waved, and the Necromancer rushed out the door.

In the corridor, seven or eight killers in the darkness have been surrounded. Most of the Rollins' cavalry lives downstairs. Although two cavalry cavalry guards have been left upstairs to watch the night in the corridor, they have long been killed. At this moment, the killer guarded the stairs, but a brain rushed towards Dewey's room, and they had a crossbow in their hand. This thing was a murder weapon during the night, guarding the stairs, and the rest of them had rushed into Dewey's room door and suddenly saw a dark shadow coming out of it.

These assassins are also rigorously trained and, in spite of a shock, do not stop in their hands. With a brush, several voices broken, a bow and crossbow have been fired at the Death Warrior. It's just that the body of the Necromancer is not an entity, and the crossbow shoots at his body, but passes through it, causing him no harm at all. Just a moment later, the Death Warrior had held a dark sword and rushed into the killer's crowd. A sword stabbed a killer. The killer immediately screamed, and a black gas appeared where he was stabbed. The black gas quickly spread all over his body, like a black flame, a man was burned clean for a moment, leaving no residue.

All the other killers recognised the power and yelled: “This is a dead creature, fight with guts! ”

Speaking of which, in the dark, several killers actually have weapons in their hands that simultaneously emit or are strong or weak fighting lights! Able to fight, that's at least a level 3 samurai!

Without consciousness, the Necromancer relied only on the residual fighting instincts of his life, and was not afraid of these fighting temptations. He stood up and rushed up. He had a long sword with a black demon flame in his hand, and soon he wounded two more killers. The killers stabbed him with a long sword with a fighting temper. The Necromancer shouted, and the black flame on his body became dark for a few minutes.

A scream came, another killer was killed, but the spirit samurai was stabbed several times by the killer's fighting temper. Finally, his body swayed, the black flame scattered, and then disappeared.

Only this time, the killer in the hallway was almost half dead and wounded. He could no longer stop the escort cavalry of the Rollins rushing up the stairs below. One of the lead killers looked at things badly and drank loudly: “Retreat! ”

The crowd immediately retreated towards the end of the corridor, where there was a flashing window and a punch in the face broke the window and jumped down.

Clark came out behind him and laughed: "Can you run? ”

The voice fell, his fingers slightly, the air cracked again, this time two Death Warriors flashed out of the crack, raised the long sword burning the blackfire of death, and threw it towards the runaway killers.

The last two assassins had no time to run, and in the middle, their bodies burned out in black flames.

Only the leader jumped out the window.

Clark, though strange in magic, summoned three Necromancer samurai in one breath, and his magic was almost exhausted, shaking his body and hurrying back. He was a magician, and after his magic ran out, he had virtually no self-preservation.

Several of the Rollins' escort cavalry had rushed up, and immediately someone had pounced at the window at the end of the corridor, but as soon as he arrived at the door, he heard a scream, rushing to the window where a cavalry fell on his back and a crossbow was stuck in his face. Obviously, there's someone out there.

The rest of the cavalry dared not pursue him again, just rushed into Dewey's room and securely guarded Dewey.

Dewey was not slightly injured, the sword behind him, although not directly stabbed, but the other party's fighting temper was not weak, the fighting temper damaged the surrounding body, half the body was almost immobile.

His men hurriedly found the wound medicine to put on Dewey, Clark beat his spirit, and carried out another cure magic, watching Dewey's wounds slowly heal under the cover of magical light, Clark had pale face, which just sat on the ground, gasping.

The cavalry searched the entire hotel. Where is the figure of the short fat owner and his servants?

Dewey sat on the chair, pale in face, and looking back at the scene, it was really between life and death, and she had to be intimidated.

What a harsh technique!

The short, fat boss and the waiters, the killer dressed them up! To avoid suspicion, these people are willing to mutilate themselves, cut off their hands or fingers, and pretend to be disabled veterans to deceive themselves! Such harsh attention, and resolute means, can also change the colour!!

The ghost was settled, and the Rollins' escort cavalry searched the entire hotel, but found several bodies in a cellar, which was the original owner and waiter of the hotel.

Dewey sighed and looked gloomy.

It seems that the other party had already set up this ambush, killed the original people in the hotel, pretended to be the owner and waiter, and then set up this plot to assassinate themselves!! Even the extraordinary killers are willing to self-mutilate themselves to disguise their identities for this task...

who is it

I'm just a small aristocratic son. Even if I have an extra Gandhof apprentice now, I won't be dragged up by the Magician's Guild, and someone will assassinate me before I get to the Emperor?

Shrine?

I don't think so. Although I traded with the devil and took in Hussein, the most wanted man on the continent, none of this was revealed, and the temple shouldn't have targeted itself. Moreover, the temple will not use such assassinations against itself. Simply poke your own secrets and you can hunt yourself down.

So, who did you offend yourself?

At this point, the cavalry brought the body of the murderer who had died in Dewey's room and examined it carefully, but found it to be a hotel waiter who had previously broken one hand. Take off your clothes and nothing on you.

However, the experienced Rollins raised a slight doubt:

The other party uses a crossbow. This handheld bow crossbow has a convenient strap and is highly destructive. But equipment is expensive. Even in those large mercenary regiments, it is difficult to get a few, often only those who are chiefs can carry a defense. And even in the private armies of the Haumen nobility, there is very little equipment.

“Only…” This sophisticated cavalry speaks here and stops, seemingly reluctant to speak.

Dewey snorted: “Only what? Go ahead!”

This cavalry only gained the courage to bite the teeth: “On the Roland continent, only the main army in the regular army of the military has unified this weapon. ”

After a pause, the cavalry's face was also ugly, whispering: “Young master, there were a few killers who were killed by us, left behind a bow, I have checked it, it has a steel mark on it, it is the mark of the armament! And no matter where these killers come from, these crossbows, they're definitely armaments coming from the army, but there's no doubt about it! ”

Dewey said with no expression, "Are those steel prints fake? You can't go wrong? ”

The cavalry nodded: "No! I had previously served in the army with the Count and later returned to the Rollin Plains before transferring to the family private army. I've seen those crossbows, and they're definitely not wrong. ”

This sophisticated cavalry, with one sentence, drove Dewey into thought...

Army... Army?!

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