Chapter 75

The flaming flame dyed the town of vimpal red in the dark.

In this brilliant sea of fire, unscrupulous maniacs enjoy an unrestrained carnival, shuttling through the streets in full arms, killing one unarmed figure after another, who can only flee or cry, and snatching everything from each other in each other's begging for mercy and screaming.

Hordes of ghouls roamed the streets and rushed into any house that smelled of living or dead, even if it was surrounded by flames; Wandering wizards wielding wands followed, using nail hammers or low-level spells to kill the reapers and escapees.

They don't care who they kill, or even whether they are still alive - the tramp wizards who have been bullied for too long now only want revenge, so that those who once despised them and framed them really begin to know how to fear them.

The connected streets turned into burning ruins, wailing women and children fell in a pool of blood and twitched, and the collapsed people watched their relatives devoured by the flames and turned into scorched bones.

The midnight sky decorated with fire and smoke began to sound the sound of fighting one after another, making more unusual sounds in villages and towns that had already fallen into chaos.

That was the voice of the mob's argument. The greedy people who were still cooperating with each other finally focused on their greedy companions.

When the town gradually turned into ruins and there were fewer and fewer fat sheep that could be ravaged by them, those companions with a large amount of wealth became the objects they could hunt.

The roar of flames and thick smoke, collapsed houses and collapsed walls are mixed with the fighting and bloody revenge that are red in the eyes of desire. With chaotic shouts and slogans, the whole town is further dragged into the bottomless abyss of hell.

When Peter and Dalton finally arrived, they saw such a terrible scene - even Dalton kand, who had not changed his face all the year round, stared wide and looked surprised in front of the picture of human purgatory.

For Peter, there was only grief. The reason why people here suffer this kind of disaster is that they are attracted by the mobs because they are involved in the college.

This is not his sin, but it is also closely related to him. Such torture is far more guilty than killing himself, and even makes people lose their reason.

But for an old wizard, it is not so much. Peter, who was a little sad for a moment, turned his eyes to the people behind him: "gentlemen, we must stop this terrible disaster as soon as possible before those thugs completely destroy this place!"

The silent college wizards pulled out their swords, raised their wands, followed the Dean Peter and broke into the sea of fire.

It has been proved that most of these wizards are addicted to knowledge and truth. Most of them are resistant to killing and have little experience in fighting.

However, after seeing the scene in front of us, even the kindest people will take up their weapons, not to mention a group of wizards who are exposed to the void and have been doing various experiments all year round. In fact, their moral level is much lower than that of ordinary people.

Therefore, when a group of thugs rushed towards them, they didn't even shout or fight. Raising their hands was a low-level magic spell like a barrage of bullets, flashing light and putting each other to the ground one by one. Even the fugitives who scared them to pee their pants were not immune from the fate of being pierced by a sword.

... pulled out his long sword from the body of the mob, and the knight gasped against the wall slowly recovered his strength. At the same time, his almost desperate eyes still didn't move away from the sea of fire outside.

Powerless, it's too powerless. It's impossible to stop these thugs alone. From the beginning, the guy named Karan was lying. He knows what the result is!

Don't even say stop them, the knight has even been too busy for himself - the red eyed thugs don't know who the knight master is, and even many guys regard him as a fat sheep that can be robbed.

Even if he has tried his best to stop the thugs, it is still a drop in the bucket. The burning fire has turned half of the villages and towns into ruins, and it is of no help to face the flame and fully armed knights. He can only watch the poor villagers make the final struggle on the edge of death.

But in any case, I must do something for the Holy Cross and the Lord fascist. I can't watch those evil blasphemers go rampant!

The knight with a long sword appeared in the middle of the street again. The thugs who saw his figure seemed not to realize who they were facing. They shouted and waved torches and axes to the knight master.

Come, the Holy Cross will judge you, low blasphemer!

Waving the blood stained sword, he rushed up without hesitation. As a result, the mobs began to scream one by one and fall into a pool of blood before they came to him,

This is... The stunned Knight stopped where he was, watched the remaining guys flee, and was put to the ground one by one - Dalton, waving a magic wand, calmly shot and killed any fugitives within ten meters of him.

He didn't have armor and didn't know how to dodge. This wild dog like mob wasn't even worth his energy. He should have protected his apprentices in the castle.

Isaac Grantham, Ian Rand, they are the future of vimpal... Why doesn't Dean Peter understand that they are even more valuable to the college than the remaining dozens of apprentices.

And Loren Turin... Every time he saw the smiling face, Dalton seemed to feel the malice of the world, as if some of Peter's prophecies were slowly coming true.

"Is it the wizard of vimpal college? Great, you're finally here!" after seeing each other's appearance, the knight vaguely remembered that he had seen the wizard. Finally, he was relieved. He was excited and even forgot how much he hated these people.

"Hmm?" Dalton was stunned for a moment before he remembered who this guy was. On the cold cheek, there was a look of anger. Before the other party returned, he grabbed the knight's collar.

"Where are the people of the church?!" the angry eyes were locked on the knight's face, and Dalton almost shouted: "we sent a letter for help two days ago. Where are the reinforcements of the church now?!"

"How dare you...?!" just wanted to scold the other knight, but suddenly choked his throat by the burning village and town in front of him, struggling to say a word: "Lord Francis is coming!"

"Is he going to wait until all the people in the town are dead?!" Dalton sneered, making it harder and harder to hide his anger: "or is he going to wait until the castle is captured and all of us are dead?"

"Absolutely not!"

Even if the cruel reality is proving this sentence, even if the knight once had such speculation in his heart, he must deny it now, otherwise the image of the Lord fascist and the church will be over!

Just when the two were still deadlocked, the sound of the horn came faintly in the distance, and the two looked at the direction of the sound almost at the same time.

Although it was not obvious, the little light of fire and the roar of horse hoofs did prove that a cavalry was approaching the villages and towns. The vaguely visible flag seemed to be very familiar. It was the guard of the Holy Cross Church.

"Hum --!"

The indifferent Dalton loosened the knight's collar and looked at him insincerely: "I'm really sorry, knight."

"In addition, the rude behavior just now is entirely for my own sake, which absolutely does not mean that the college has any dissatisfaction with the church. If you plan to punish me, please punish me alone and do not involve other innocent wizards."

The knight turned his head and dared not look at Dalton's eyes for fear that he would promise each other.

Of course, he knew what the purpose of Lord Francis was!