Throne of Magical Arcana

Thick smoke billowed, making a rough sound like a broken bellows with every breath, like burning the throat and lungs, and Xia Feng's consciousness soon blurred.

"No, you can't sleep over, you will die."

"Sober, sober!"

...

The endless crimson color is dim, the deepest and deepest black surfaced, and the summer wind is like a drowning man, struggling to grasp every thing that can be caught to help himself change this powerless state, and get rid of this indescribable Darkness.

Suddenly, there was a red glow in front, like the morning sun rising.

Under its illumination, Xia Feng felt that he had recovered a little strength, and then desperately moved closer to the red light.

When Xia Feng took this step with the help of light, the light became brighter and brighter, turning from crimson to pure white, completely breaking the dark hole and fading in an instant.

"Huh." Xia Feng sat up violently, gasping for breath. He even dreamed of a terrible fire, and before the fire came, he fell into a coma because of inhaling too much smoke. He can only wait in a vague, desperate way for the flames to spread over. Just like the previous ghost presses, he knows that he is dreaming, but he wants to break free, but he has no strength and no control.

This dream was unusually real, which made Xia Feng feel terrified. In addition, he did not feel the existence of the fire, so he sat sluggishly for a long time without recovering.

As the beating heart slowly stabilized, Xia Feng's spirit condensed, remembering that he was rushing to graduate his thesis in the overnight reading room of the school's comprehensive library, he laughed at himself: "In recent days, this is an irregular nightlife, no wonder Will have such a real nightmare. "

But when Xia Feng looked in front of him and was about to pack up the reference books and return to the bedroom, a strange and unimaginable scene hit his mind like a sledgehammer, leaving him stunned and blank.

There is no beautiful wooden desk in front of the library, no reference books piled up, no draft papers ready to be input into the computer, only a dark, ragged and hairy blanket, and this blanket is covered by myself Body.

The place where I sit is not the back chair of the library, but a narrow wooden bed.

"This is where?!"

Although Xia Feng's personality is somewhat introverted and shy, the response is not fast enough, but at this time, all kinds of errors have been discovered: even if it is really on fire, he was taken to the hospital, and it is not like a hospital here!

His heart tightened, he hurriedly looked around, and stood up beside him with reflexes.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, Xia Feng felt an extreme weakness and dizziness. When his feet were soft, he would fall obliquely.

Xia Feng hurriedly stretched out his hand, propped himself on the bed, and stabilized himself. His face was pale and restless. Just a glance just now, he had already completely looked around.

In a dilapidated, narrow hut, except for the wooden bed beside it, there was only one wooden table that might fall apart at any time, two well-preserved stools, and a broken crate, and On the other side of the crumbling wooden door, there is a stove that can't see the original color and the crock hanging on the stove. The firewood under the stove has been extinguished for some time, and no heat has come out.

Everything is so unfamiliar, Xia Feng can't judge where he is at all, and the fragility that keeps emerging constantly makes Xia Feng's mind confused:

"Where is this?"

"The body is like having a serious illness. It's very similar to the feeling that pneumonia just disappeared in high school."

...

Countless thoughts echoed in his mind, but Xia Feng had never encountered such a weird thing. The introverted character made him suddenly wonder what to do next, and the deep panic was rapidly fermenting.

The only thing to be thankful is that no nasty things appeared, so that Xia Feng could habitually take a few deep breaths, slowly calming the panic, then a loud shout came from outside the cabin:

"The witch is burning! Ade asked the church to burn the witch!"

"Hurry up, everyone!"

"Burn the damn evil witch!"

Two contrasting emotions of fear and excitement were clearly revealed in the strange accent. Xia Feng was interrupted by the panic, curious, and said to himself: "Witch? What is the world here?"

As an adult who loves novels, that bad hunch was faintly formed in Xia Feng's heart, but he hadn't had time to think about it. With a clatter, the poor tattered wooden door was knocked open by someone. Rushed in.

"Brother Lucien ..." The boy with short brown hair and a knee-length linen top saw the summer wind standing by the bed, surprised and surprised, "Are you awake?"

Xia Feng looked at the clothes different from the modern style, nodded his head numbly, and had a ridiculous idea in his mind: "Lucien, the witch, the church, burned to death, could it be that I really crossed through, and still crossed The Dark Age of Witch Hunting in Europe in the Middle Ages? "

Things always go in the wrong direction. Murphy's law reminds Xia Feng coldly. The boy's hair color and dirty old linen clothes are all confirming this. As for the language the boy speaks, Xia Feng instinctively Can understand and seem to be able to use it, but he is still far away from the linguist, unable to judge which language it is.

It ’s not surprising to see that Xia Feng ’s little boy with a few black and gray stains on his face: “Mom always refuses to believe me. She cried secretly in the middle of the night, her eyes swollen, and she kept talking about poor little Evans, Just like Brother Lucien, you have been buried in the cemetery. "

"Dad was so arguable that he could n’t find a bad boy from Simon ’s house early in the morning to send a letter to Sir Wayne ’s manor. He asked his brother to come back once. He was already an apprentice knight, and the doctor in Shantang did n’t dare to be there. Stick to the outrageous, funny price in front of you. "

Speaking of being the elder brother of the apprentice knight, the little boy lifted his chin slightly and had a heartfelt pride.

"However, now that they are lost, I am right. Brother Lucien, how could you be in trouble!"

As he said, he was pulling Xia Feng's arm: "Come on, Brother Lucien, go to the church square to see the burning witch. That is the wicked witch that caused you to be caught by the church guard and questioned all night!"

Coinciding with the big changes, I wanted to quietly think about the summer wind of my life. I did n’t want to follow this little boy to join in the fun, and directly burned a living person. It was really a self-proclaimed thing that the summer wind was not acceptable. If you ca n’t stop it, then do n’t witness well, but the boy ’s last words make Xia Feng startled: "Is this witch involved with me?"

So Xia Feng's thoughts changed, and he was surprised, letting the little boy hold him, and stumbled toward the church of Adejang.

Along the way, Xia Feng seized the opportunity to look at the people who went to the Adjean church.

The weather is relatively warm, men basically wear linen jackets with short narrow sleeves, tonal trousers and heelless shoes, women are boring single long skirts, the skirt is often stitched with a large pocket, the common thing is simple and worn .

Most of the brown-haired brown pupils are mixed with blonde hair, red hair, black hair, blue eyes, red pupils, blue eyes, etc. The facial features are profound and have a three-dimensional sense.

"Is it really the Middle Ages?" Xia Feng looked at herself, the same linen jacket, the same trousers, the same heelless shoes.

Not long after coming out of the gathering area of ​​the shabby, low-rise slums, I saw a small but majestic church with a semicircular vaulted tower, a huge white cross nailed to it, and the window below it very narrow.

There are already a lot of people around the square. The little boy pulled the summer wind and drilled left and right, squeezing forward, causing many people to look over with anger, but because it is the church square, they dare not beat these two Jerk.

Not long after squeezing, Xia Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and it turned out to be the first layer.

In the center of the square was a wooden cross tied to a woman in her twenties and black in pale and pretty looks.

The people around them from time to time smashed the stones, wooden blocks, saliva, etc. that they brought with them toward the black-robed woman, and the sound of cursing coaxed into a mess:

"Slay you damn witch."

"You witch is hiding in our Adjean district, you must want to kill us!"

"My poor Xiao Cuixi died of illness a few months ago, it must be done by you evil witch! Woo, my poor Xiao Cuixi ..."

...

Occasionally being hit, the black-robed woman closed her thin pale lips tightly without making a cry, but the statue looked at the people standing on the church ladder.

Headed by a middle-aged man wearing a large white robe with gold rims, wearing a white soft hat, holding a round badge with a white cross, looking quietly, without talking, solemn and solemn, and behind him The men and women who stand in white robes are clean, neat and ruddy, in stark contrast to the poverty and filth in the square.

Behind these white-robed men, stood a row of guards wearing silver-gray chain mail armors.

The middle-aged man took out a pocket watch and looked at it. It was almost time, so he took a step forward and raised the circular badge with one hand.

Suddenly, the angry, hateful, noisy people in the square suddenly quieted down, simultaneously and simultaneously.

Only the sound of the wind blowing through the clothes remained across the square.

Xia Feng was very surprised. Even in modern times, it takes at least a few months of training to achieve this level of obedience and conditioned reflex, and these ordinary people who seem to be poor people can actually do it?What forces let them do it?

The middle-aged man held the badge, but his voice was low but spread throughout the square: "Poor sinner, you are deceived by the devil, delusional to gain evil power, and the body and soul are full of filth. Only the Holy Light can purify you. This is both the Lord ’s punishment and the Lord ’s gift, and the Lord ’s tolerance for the lost lamb. "

"Burn her, burn her!" The poor people around were first sparse, and then shouted neatly.

The chaotic and fanatical scene made Xia Feng shudder. If someone knew that he had passed through, then the next torture was Lucian, whose soul was invaded by the evil devil.

"Before purifying you, the tolerant and benevolent Lord asked me to ask you another question: Are you willing to confess? Sincere confession will allow your soul to be completely purified and enter the heaven where the Lord is." The middle-aged man gently and compassionately Asked.

Suddenly, the woman in black robe laughed wildly and her voice was sharp and piercing: "I am looking for the truth of magic, not the god of truth, burn me to death, I will watch the destruction of this sinful heaven in the flames, watch this gorgeous Church collapsed. "

"madman!"

"It's really evil!"

"The bishop's kindness turned out to be a curse. These wizards blinded by the devil are really damn it!"

"Burn her!"

The bishop didn't say anything, but the many poor people around fell into a frantic frenzy.

For the first time in Xia Feng's life, he was in a fanatical and unreasonable atmosphere. After shocking, he couldn't help thinking: "A medieval Europe is really dangerous!"

"However, without a pile of wood, how to burn her to death?"

Although she had compassion and intolerance towards the black-robed woman, Xia Feng did not dare to do anything, otherwise one person could kill herself with a stone.

The bishop prayed a few words, and his voice became louder and louder without feeling a little: "Sinner, then you will go to hell in the purification of the Holy Light."

The middle cross badge in his hand exploded into a bright light, brilliant and dazzling, so that Xia Feng's eyes were all white.

The bishop was holding a small sun, solemn, majestic, and sacred. Everyone, including the little boy beside Xia Feng, bowed his head to pray and praise quietly.

The light gathered and shot towards the blue sky. When it reached the height of the vault, the light turned back and hit the fire rack.

The red flame ignited, how tall one was, and surrounded the black-robed woman.

She laughed wildly, cursing wildly:

"I will watch this sinful kingdom of destruction in flames."

"I will watch this gorgeous church collapse in flames."

"I will watch you sink forever in the flames!"

...

The mournful voice continued, and the black-robed woman burned to ashes with the torture rack.

Xia Feng fell into a daze when the badge burst into glare:

"This is not medieval Europe ..."

"This is a world with real magic and magic!"

"My name is Lucien ..."