Shaman from Afar

The long night has not yet passed, and the crescent moon just like a silver hook still hangs over the dome, illuminating the red blood castle shrouded in darkness with the cold and frost light.

Outside the hall of the castle palace, a whole hundred of guards were fully armed, with long spears and a zigzag shield in their hands, forming a phalanx like the Sacran shield wall.

If there are outsiders standing here and seeing the posture of the outer three floors and the outer three floors, I am afraid that they will immediately think of the "bleeding drama" that has been staged in the courts of the Principalities and even the Sky Dome. The unlucky aristocrat sighed with emotion.

Only they know that what they are facing ... must be more terrible than that.

The silence made the atmosphere extremely depressed, and almost all the tension was written on everyone's face; he clutched the shield and spear in his hand and stared straight ahead with a pair of eyes.

The sound in the hall had stopped two quarters of an hour ago.

Standing in the front row of the phalanx, Red Blood Fort's guard captain Sir Yoron Eckert glanced at the moon above his head, calculating the time, and the right hand with the big sword kept rubbing back and forth on the hilt to calm himself Down.

He didn't know what was going on behind the door, and he didn't dare to relax a little ... just obey the order of the countess, and sealed it off and kept no one close.

But Sir Yellen is more clear-if the new Lord Loren Turin is finished in the hall, then he and his brother from the 100-person team will rely on himself to protect the Countess ’s safety and security. dignity.

Even if the door frame is stuffed with corpses, the unknown "monster" can't be swept away from here!

After taking a long deep breath, the heavy sword with his hands was placed on his shoulders, and the grips of his hands were in front of him; at the same time, the hundred people behind him raised their shields uniformly and put up a spear.

"Sir Yoron!"

A gentle voice came from under the stairs, the frowning guard captain turned around, and the solemn expression of the Red Blood Fort chief was walking towards himself from the path the soldiers gave way.

This guy ... what is he doing here?

The polite butler stepped forward, slightly leaning towards the captain of the guard behind his hands: "The order of Lord Earl, let you leave half a hundred men to stay here, and then command the rest of the castle guards to seal the lock tightly, and never let anything about The situation here is leaking out. "

"Once any suspicious person is found, don't hesitate to execute it on the spot!"

"But ..." Yoron looked startled, and he couldn't believe what else he wanted to say, but was stopped by the housekeeper's hand.

"I said, I just came to talk." Sorry, Charles interrupted Sir Ullen's words, and his expression was more dignified: "And this is the order of Count Charlotte Turin himself. If you don't believe it, stay here. You will be paralyzed with the count once you know it-no doubt, just follow the orders. "

Seeing an old friend who was still suspicious and confused, Charles couldn't help but sigh, and explained to him: "The most important thing at the moment is not to let the news leak-the Earl just struggled and his mind will be turbulent. The blood castle has stabilized, and there must be no more rumors ... especially related to the safety of the count! "

"Don't you understand, Yoron? This battle ... is over!"

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After successfully persuading Sir Ullen, the Chief of the Red Blood Castle did not immediately return to the countess, but came to Loren's room.

The gray pupil standing outside the door was just about to speak, but Charles reached out and stopped him; looking at the other person's expression, Lu Sien just nodded slightly and let the door behind him open.

Although the two sides are not familiar, the last act of the butler taking responsibility alone made the gray pupil very fond of him and silently swallowed the confusion into his stomach.

Silently pushing open the door, I saw Loren with his naked upper body sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the little wizard beside him was bandaging his face with an angry face.

For a dark-haired wizard who was deliberately brave and refused to shout out, although Ain was not dissatisfied with the wound infection and did not dare to bandage, he could be very hard and secretly every time he bandaged and applied ointment. "Lesson" This big bad guy who never refuses to tell the truth.

But Loren, who deliberately pretended to be a relaxed look, was getting more and more stiff, and if he looked carefully, his forehead was already full of sweat beads. Every time the little wizard next to him pulled a bandage, the corner of his mouth would unnaturally twitch a bit.

Charles, who could see clearly from the side, could only smile bitterly.

"Cough!"

The soft cough broke the silence of the room. The little wizard who had just thought of "Must let Loren apologize" shook his hands, and suddenly turned around and found that the housekeeper of Red Blood Castle was standing at the door watching them both.

The blushing little wizard was still holding a bandage in his hand, Loren was suddenly squeezed hard by her, and Charles standing aside didn't know what to say for a while.

"Uh ... that, is there something wrong?"

The dark-haired wizard twitching his lips smiled and broke the awkward atmosphere first.

"The Lord Earl asked me to come and see how Viscount Loren was injured." The polite butler immediately grasped the conversation with an understanding:

"If necessary, the enlisted physician who once worked in East Sackland for a period of time is still very good at skin injuries ..."

"It's just some minor injuries, you don't have to worry about it." Loren smiled lightly, untied the bandage on his shoulder and gave the other side a look: "Look, it's all crusted-I'm born like this, no matter what I suffer It ’s all done quickly. "

Between the speeches, the little wizard with a cheek on the side strangled the bandage abruptly, causing the black-haired wizard to tremble with pain, and the smile on the corner of his mouth twitched.

"That's great. Lord Earl and I are worried about the safety of Viscount Loren." Charles, who pretended not to see, smiled softly and nodded in satisfaction:

"I will send people to send some medicines and eat them. If you need anything, please mention it. We will try our best to meet them."

"Also ... The count wants to talk to the two of them about the next plan; if the rest is almost over, please go to the palace hall-the situation is urgent, please understand."

"No, no problem!"

There was more and more cold sweat on the forehead, and even the smile became stiff.

"Then I'll get ready first." The butler bowed slightly and turned away from the room-not forgetting to close the door.

Just after leaving, Charles Grenwell looked back and looked at the door of the dark-haired wizard, and the smile on his face was gradually replaced by dignity.

Just a word of notification, anyone can run this trip ... It is not someone else who really deserves to come by himself, it is this dark-haired wizard, Loren Turin.

In order to get a better understanding of the count's ally, he would spend some effort to make friends with Ain and Lusien, and use their mouths to explore the reality.

Originally, he had looked at the wizard counselor of His Highness as high as possible, but everything in this world is really seen ... The strength of the other party is completely beyond his expectations and imagination!

He has already seen the misfortunes of the palace hall in person, and it is no exaggeration to call them "ruins" ... and the earth-shattering roar, how fierce the fighting can be so loud!

The expressionless Charles lowered his eyes and looked at his raised right hand, trembling slightly; once he gritted his teeth, his palm clenched into a fist.

Himself ... not his opponent. Even thinking about the best result, Charles doesn't think he has a chance to block this monster in human skin ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ As for his two friends ... the same can't be underestimated.

Lucien ... Charles knows, the illegitimate son of the Wiltz family, the youngest leader of the empire; those who can survive in the world's most sinister glacier wasteland can no longer be estimated by age and experience.

As for the alchemist ... It is rumored to have helped the Northern Legion to improve the formula of the ignition agent, and the other party is a Lothal, "Loutel's bow and arrow skills are well-known in the world"-it is not a false statement!

Right now they are related to the Earl ’s interests and are naturally the best allies, but if they break with the Earl ...

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