Chapter 273: thug

As a player, Aoguchi's immortality is naturally not known in the Magic Council. Even she herself was caught by the speaker before the Magic Council, and she tried to conduct physical anatomy research on Aoguo, every time she had to commit suicide. Come to escape torture.
In the hands of the speaker, she has died at least twenty times. If her previous cultivation base of the Japanese mage is still there, she promises to kill the speaker as soon as possible.
Finally trapped, she had to agree to cooperate with the speaker to conduct some limited spell experiments to get freedom of action, but if the other party wanted it, she could still be caught at any time.
When I heard that the speaker of the Magic Council was seriously injured by the Illuminati Church and the Empire, she was gloating for a long time.
No one answered, everyone followed Mage Reagan silently, as if they were not interested in this, the mansion was about to fall, and it was necessary to consider the future of themselves and the family.
It’s impossible for the church. The religious atmosphere there is too strong to accept the emergence of extraordinary powers outside the church. They are destined to be the end of the torture. I heard that the so-called God of Light likes to compare wisdom. High mage as a sacrifice.
There is a possibility on the empire's side, but the conditions are extremely harsh, almost as a slave.
Let them, these superior mages, serve as servants to knights who were regarded as lowly slaves in the past. How can this be acceptable to mages who are proud and claim to be superior to mortals?
The original idea was that you would rather die than succumb, but now some people's minds have changed a bit after experiencing life and death.
"Help! Please, help me."
"Bitch, do you dare to run?"
In front of them, a pretty young woman ran towards them, her clothes torn, exposing large areas of white skin, her hair loose, and tears in her eyes.
Behind her were three big men with knives and grinning smiles. The surroundings were not calm. There were people in the shop who were beating, smashing and looting, laughing unscrupulously, green smoke appeared in many places, and occasionally the killed old man could be seen on the ground. The body of a young woman and child.
At the corner of the street, the woman was stripped naked and mourned, and next to her was the corpses of her husband and son.
The horrible sound of the safety cabin only calmed these thugs for a while, and then they burned, killed and looted regardless. They only had the joy in front of them. The extreme fear and desire had burned their heads, and they could not care about any crisis. And thinking about it.
Being able to be happy for a moment is a moment. The army of the Church of Light and the empire is not a strictly military-disciplined army. The city slaughter has repeatedly appeared. Tomorrow, there is no tomorrow.
The entire magic capital is crazy, and there is no way to escape. The neighborhood has been surrounded by people from the Empire and the Church of Light. The guards and troops that should have appeared disappeared. Maybe they have fled, maybe they have joined the carnival of these thugs. among.
Seeing the only group of people who saw that she didn’t run away immediately, the young women showed ecstasy on their faces, and quickly stepped forward to try to grab the last straw: "Sir, save me, save me, me Her husband is a mage and died a few days ago.
Save me, these people killed my parents and son, please save me. "
She has eyesight. Although these people seem to be weak old men, there is nothing wrong with the aura on them that is similar to that of their husbands. They are definitely a mage, and even a mage apprentice is capable of saving her.
Several thugs who had deliberately slowed down their pace and were enjoying the appearance of a beautiful young woman running for their lives also felt something wrong. They slowly stopped, and reluctantly said: "This woman is our slave. Since she has taken an interest in adults You, that’s yours, and we will never interfere."
Ordinary people living in the magic capital also have some understanding of mages, and a bad feeling floods in their hearts.
In the next moment, a cyan wind blade split the two fastest-running men with knives into two halves.
"Master Mage, spare me, they did everything, and it has nothing to do with me."
The last remaining man with a beard slammed the machete that he threw into his hand, knelt on the ground and wept bitterly. They didn't dare to resist. They knew the power and cruelty of the mage.
Reagan looked at the big man Hu and the surrounding mob with ugly expressions, turned his head and asked the young woman: "What you said is true? Where are the guards of the Magic City, are they all dead?"
The young woman knelt on the ground with her hair loose, and took out a shield necklace with magical aura from her chest: "My lord, it's all true. My husband is named Andre, an official mage of the Second Army. The nameplate left after his death."
She pointed to the big bearded man over there with a deep hatred: "They suddenly rushed into my house this morning, killed my son, and my husband's parents, and robbed my family of all the belongings."
Reagan closed his eyes slightly to calm the fluctuations in his heart, looked at the big man with cheeks kneeling on the ground, and said blankly: "Is what she said is true?"
He didn't feel too much about the miserable encounters of the civilians around him. Those civilians who could not learn magic were not of much value, and at most felt a pity.
But the experience of the widow of the wizard who died for the Magic Council made him angry. The wizard is a nobleman, the creator of a brilliant civilization, and a noble person. These civilians dare to treat a wizard like this to the widow!
The big man with cheeks stopped begging for mercy. He lost the last trace of luck when he saw Mage Regan's murderous face, and said madly: "What? You mage deserve to die. It is you who do not believe in the God of Light and bring us disaster. You all deserve to die."
He suddenly laughed: "This tastes really good, I spent an hour in the grass this morning, and I didn't expect to be able to run out.
You mages can’t run away either, your daughters will all become prostitutes, and you will be burned alive by those church members..."
A blue light slashed across his head, and his head flew up, spewing blood tens of centimeters high.
"Shoot and kill all the people who made trouble."
Regan said coldly: "The dignity of our mage is beyond doubt. As long as we are in one day, the world and the elements will still be in our control."
The surrounding wizards also had blood red eyes, large wind blades, fireballs, yellow earth arrows shot out, and ice crystal arrows shot out, killing all the rioters around.
"The troublemaker, the looter, die!"
The surrounding land was suddenly dyed red, and it was extremely silent. Everyone couldn't help but remember the majesty of being ruled by a mage. They respectfully bowed their heads on standby, not daring to do anything crazy.
Green Guoguo sighed in his heart. It is conceivable that the whole city has lost order. A few of them can guarantee the restoration of order nearby, but what can be done in a further place?
Now that the hearts of the people are depressed, where can we organize manpower to restore order in the city? What if it is restored? The armies of the Church of Light and the Empire are approaching, and the armies in the hands of the Magic Council have all been lost, and the Speaker is seriously injured and has fallen into dying.
Even if she is, she will have to fall into a life of practicing spells like a mouse in the future. This world is already a world of churches and knights, and being caught is the end of the torture.
It’s too difficult to practice magic alone. Magic materials, training locations, magic prop forging, and magic knowledge inheritance all have a system, a civilization, and it is impossible for a single person to cultivate a civilization system. Everything is done.
Barely so, even the luckiest one in this life can at most cultivate to the point of a month-level magician, or the kind of magician castrated in this world.