Chapter 382

Whistling, a whistling sound that can run through almost anyone's eardrum, spreads throughout the room, centered on sheyer.

Before turning on the audio, sheyer listened to the intimate tips from the firemen and directly adjusted the volume of the magic net to the maximum.

The "onomatopoeia" inscription in the magic net absorbs the magic power of sheyer at this moment, and completely releases the audio.

The Banshee's wail?

Shaire, together with the spirit of frost, killed all the other five judges at the cost of his sword left arm being scratched by the sword.

A great deal of blood was spilled on the walls of the hall, forming a terrible picture. Sheyer's blade was pulled from the chest of the seventh living judge again.

The hot blood was pumped out of the fallen body and began to spread across the ground.

The eighth judge, who was disguised as marshal Amter, was able to maintain marshal Amter's appearance. He was closest to the door and was preparing to escape.

But the blood flowing on the ground became a fatal trap. When he stepped on the pool of blood, the frost began to spread from the soles of his feet. When the other side regained consciousness, it became an ice sculpture.

And sheyer walked slowly to the priest who ran to the corner.

"The devil You devil The priest looked at the prince with blood in horror.

"You use the wrong adjective." A large number of magic inscriptions reappeared around sheyer, and the temperature in the hall dropped again. "You should say, you mean missionary."

Sheyer didn't give the other side too much chance to refute. He directly used the frost system magic to turn the priest into another ice sculpture.

When all this was done, sheyer stepped back a few steps, and the whole man lost his strength and fell to the ground.

The prince of the frosty country looked around.

The conference hall of the fortress has been covered with blood, and a strong smell of blood can be heard on both the walls and the ground.

This should have been the scene after the country of frost was broken.

What to do? The question came to sheyer's mind.

The eight generals were equivalent to the rulers at the top of the fortress. Even if they had been replaced by judges, the other generals of the fortress might have been killed.

The whole fortress has long been ruled by the state of the church.

What's worse is the country of frost. Sheyer doesn't know how many great nobles of frost country have been replaced by those guys. What's worse, even the king

All the people she knew in the frosty country seemed no longer credible.

This idea soared in sheyer's heart, when cold and helpless despair invaded her heart, she suddenly saw the latest news from the fire bearer in the message.

She was moved by the moment when she saw that the grain was almost exhausted and she was moved by the light when she was walking in the distance.

Sheyer immediately opened the messenger's message.

"How did your friend react? Do they believe you? "

This news let sheyer how also not happy, her left hand has been injured, even if using the freezing method to stop the blood temporarily, can still not move.

Sheyer raised his right hand and gave the fireman a reply.

"No, my friends are all disguised by judges..."

After sending out the message, sheyer added an expression of an owl crying.

‘……’

The fireman first replied with an ellipsis and then an expression of touching the owl's forehead.

Sheyer had never seen this expression in the expression pack labeled "owl.".

"Maybe you can make some new friends."

"What if those new friends might have been disguised by the judges?" Asked sheyer.

"Er I'll kill them all. If I find one, I'll kill one until all the judges disappear, or destroy the holy land. "

As sheyer read the new news from the fire bearer, he felt something throbbing in his heart.

She didn't want to start a war with the state of the church, but this time it was wrong. She would never allow the judges to appear again in the land of the frosty country.

Can't tolerate Since those guys in the Holy Land don't know how to be restrained, the prince of the frosty country, shaire, must teach them blood instead of staying here alone in despair.

"Your Royal Highness!"

At this time, there was a voice outside the door. A man of two meters tall pushed the door open. He was slightly shocked to see the view of the conference room, but he was surprised to see sheyer sitting in the hall.

"Marshal Amter? No... " Sheyer played once again the "golden finger" from the fireman.The other side just felt that the voice was very ugly, and there was no symptom of madness. Sheyer relaxed completely. This is real marshal armt! He's not dead!

"Your Highness, I have come to warn you that there is a mutiny in the fortress, and there may be Scouts of demons in the fortress! I was put into a dungeon by a group of guys on my break, but they underestimated the physique of our southerners

Marshal as like as two peas in the hall, looking at the bloody Hall of the conference hall, he saw the ice sculpture not far away, a carved ice sculpture that was exactly the same as his own appearance.

"Marshal Amter, I'm sorry to tell you that it's not the demons who put you in the dungeon, but the kingdom of the church."

Sheyer stood up and walked slowly to the position where the president of the fortress should sit. After a moment's silence, he took the seat.

"Our country is threatened not only by the demons, but also by the holy land."

"Holy land?"

Marshal Amter seemed to have seen something unusual in the statue and the corpse on the ground.

"Perhaps, what we should really eliminate now is not the demons outside the fortress." Sheyer held the hilt of his sword in his hand, and his bloodstained cheek was as cold as frost. "It's the traitors from the Holy Land in the country."

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