The Black Scepter

"Sir, forgive me!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! We are forced!"

Even with the civilian women and children of Fei Leng Cui, this group of more than half of the dead and injured brothers were escorted to Fei Leng Cui Square unexpectedly shouting the same content, originally planned to execute these people together. Narrowing his eyes, he glared at an unremarkable archer beside him, and marched towards the captives who were lined up on the ground.

This group of people are genuine members of the Brotherhood. They were previously detained in the dungeon of Fort Kosenyi. If the only common point is that these guys with the same strength and physical strength have not participated in the construction of the castle magic circle. When the dungeon was released, they were escorted back to the Emerald Mercenary Guild by a large, ruthless man from the Castle of Corsini.

And it was not their own wish to rush out and siege after the explosion, but it was the only "task" that the big man left to the mercenary union-to let this group of people go to the fishing camp to make achievements after the trap was triggered.

Whoever doesn't go is dead.

Casque listened to these thin mercenaries telling everything they knew-including the newest owner of Fei Leng Cui, Fort Corsini not far from here, young and ruthless leader, etc. After thinking for a while, he walked up to a captive and looked down at the cold-sweat guy, saying: "Will you lead the way and lead my team to Fort Corseni to meet your new owner?"

"I am willing! Yes! As long as you take my life, I will do anything! I--"

"puff!"

The captive's words were not finished. A long arrow ran straight through his head. The huge force made him fall back directly, his body twitched a few times, and then there was no sound.

This scene is too sudden, but Casque has no expression or change.

No one can see clearly where the arrow was shot from, the speed is too fast to be recognized, the sky is completely dark, and the appearance of the captives at this moment is already unclear, for ordinary archers, even 20 meters Aiming outside has become an extravagant hope, but there is still an imperceptible arrow that killed the captive.

"Who else do you remember going to Fort Corseni?"

Casque raised his face and asked quietly to the people in front of him, but no one dared to answer at all—they were **** by the rope and looked at each other, fearing that one more nonsense would cause trouble.

"Opportunity, only once."

Kask's words just fell, and the captives in front were hit by an arrow almost at the same time, all without exception all through his head!

The sound of the corpse falling was dull and abnormal in the square.

Only one person left.

The only living captive, the only member of the Brotherhood at the moment, looked at the arrow that hit his crotch and rubbed his life's root into the ground, and he was already scared to pee his pants.

"It's unfortunate that your companion is dead. It seems that only you can lead the way, isn't it?"

Casque looked down at this dumb guy. Compared with other captives, he had no difference, but at this time his hands were shaking, and he looked up to the servant whose expression did not change from beginning to end. The regiment commander nodded stiffly.

"Very good, hope not to let me down."

Casque turned his head and ignored the only luckiest survivor in the corpse, and issued a follow-up order to the adjutant beside him: "Be alert to attack, stand on four patrol posts, double the number of people, and light all the torches Continue to requisition food, rebels, kill."

"Yes! Leader."

"The knight changed to light armor, and all the archers were on standby."

"Roy, be careful of assassins."

A successful mercenary commander is by no means merely a person with outstanding strength, ensuring that a team is running without any errors and ensuring safety, and it is not possible to practice overnight.

Looking up at the moon above him, Roy narrowed his eyes.

"Strong enemy."

Murphy, who was outside the town of Feilengcui, stood on a tree trunk, overlooking the town where the lights were on, and couldn't help but sigh.

Connor stood upside down on the tree trunk next to Murphy, in a black dress, with bat wings closed, like a real vampire bat in the dark night.

"Master, those traps"

"Maybe those "farmers" will have to spend a little money."

Murphy's face is pale in the moonlight and similar to the blood. This low-level knight who killed more than 30 people during the day only exposed the intricate chessboard at the moment. God knows that he has been busy for more than ten days. What do the guys of countless circles think?

Connor can be sure that the so-called traps are by no means as simple as a few phalanxes that have been cleared.

"I have to say that I still missed a few steps in this round," Murphy said for a few seconds, and said to Compton standing under the tree: "Strength statistics, report."

"Leader level, archer in the dark, level, elemental magician level IV, alchemist and puppet master unknown, magician level IV."

Compton reported a series of horrible answers, "Three rank knights, seven rank IV knights, and the remaining guard knights."

A team with a small number of people has such a complicated and powerful team configuration, it is absolutely terrible, and its strength is no less than the elite private soldiers of the noble family!

It seems that the Earl of Watley wanted to use the blood to make himself disappear from this world.

Feilengcui fell?

Murphy had his own plans.

"Only the seedlings that survive the cruelest storms can grow into towering trees." He slowly pulled out the scepter of Sulfuras and sighed softly, "When the world is against me, there are a few people who can stand beside me. fighting?"

In the dark jungle, countless figures flew by quickly, answering the boy with the dark scepter with his own actions.

Twenty-seven werewolves after transformation, especially the high-level werewolves transformed under the full moon, are many times more powerful than usual transformations!

Buggies attack in coordination, and their eyes are burning with firelight. They are nightmares that can't get rid of in the night. When the firelight in those eyes disappears, only two cases are shown-disappearance, or death.

After hearing the sound of Suo Suo's voice, three huge black shadows flashed away from the roof of Feilengcui Town in the distance.

This is no longer the arena where Murphys showed his personal heroism. In fact, he has understood his position in this war as quickly as possible-commander, commander of the army, the only thing he needs to do is to take himself The chips in your hands exchange the smallest casualties for the enemy's greatest losses.

Until victory.

In the face of Ma Wei, Murphy forced the other party's morale to be directly depressed, but he did not expect that the head of the mercenary in the town of Feileng Cui pulled the morale back only by killing Li Wei. In contrast, Murphy had to admit that he was still Too tender.

Finding his true position, Murphy stood outside Feileng Cui and calmly started his third game.

Fort Corsini.

Ashcandi, who sat at the desk enron, was definitely not relaxed at the moment. On the contrary, she rarely expressed an emotion that had never appeared on her face.

Anxious.

She was not worried about Murphy's safety, but the reason for her emotion was the book in her hand.

"History of Nobility of Fording", a history book written by historian Bahida & Bull Bashat, does not use the long catalog and index as the main clue to introduce these families appearing in the history of Fording, its narrative method is more the same This "Imperial Biography" describes the families of Fording, a great empire that has appeared in the order of timeline since their birth and all their contributions to the country.

As Murphys said, this book records the Sabra family that rose after the founding of Fordine two hundred years later. The book also describes all the previous heads of the entire family and has a detailed evaluation of the current head, Earl Watley.

It's just that Murphy never thought that the results of his selective reading unconsciously constituted an irreparable error-in the second half of the book, an unbearable word described a The fact that Ashcandi felt restless!

The second half of the history of Fording Aristocracy has compiled a column with only three words as the title: "Treasoners".

The name of Ashcandy & Bull Misrae and the family behind him are impressive!

Isn't this the biggest irony?

The birth of a split personality is always accompanied by intense stimulation. Ashcandi can remember that his only identity is the nobility of Fording. The scourge brought by her arrogant father made her fall into the abyss but cast an epic Creman. All of the blood race can't fade in the long river of nearly thousand years, but all the details have been selectively forgotten.

The simple queen has no overcrowded curiosity, no needless sentimentality, and no exquisite noble mind. The principle she pursues is only two words: killing.

Kill everything, all injustice and humiliation!

But now, a few months after the heretical ruling was razed, she found that her only belief had changed.

Instead of killing all thoughts, she began to try to understand the ideas of others, and began to focus on the books in her hands. When the turbulent reality and history conflicted with the memory in her mind, Ashkandi panicked.

Too much content in the history of Fording Aristocrats is different from the family in his memory, and even encountered the exact opposite!

If it is said that a large number of historians are running dogs working for the royal family, Bahida & bull Bashat is the real "historian" who is willing to straighten his waist and not succumb to any force. The fifteen history books written are not smooth. The best-selling book on the mainland has been listed as a "banned book" by more than five countries for revealing too many dark epics!

Blindly?

As a witness of the family's demise~www.novelmtl.com~ Ashcandi, who has vague memories of the rise and fall of several other big families in the same period, saw nearly 100% reduction in this book!

The only difference, and the only place that conflicts with memory, lies in the way of dying your family.

With this alone, Ashkandi began to doubt whether his existence was really reasonable-the birth of the Queen’s personality was really due to a long-term assassination and an uncontrolled split or someone intentionally For this reason, to induce the fashionable and young Ashkandi to change his character?

She began to fear the content of the second half of the book, but her hands uncontrollably opened the Pandora’s box. This emotion was like a plague, which could easily destroy a few who were determined to face heresy. Strong in monthly interrogation without false colors.

"The ultimate destroyer of the Misri family is the Ashkandi, who destroyed everything. Perhaps her father did not expect that his life would end in the hands of his own daughter."

"Snapped!"

"History of Fording Aristocrat" suddenly fell to the ground, Ashcandy slapped her cheek and silenced.