Chapter 66: Twenty-eight. Strolling through the death penalty area (2)

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　　 The bristle brush slipped to the ground from between the fingers that had drawn the power. Mouth opened slightly but couldn't say anything. His eyes widened and his breathing became disordered.
　　Some things cannot be dealt with with smiles in the past, the so-called things that make it difficult to speak and unable to react-the 13-year-old waiter saw for the first time.
　　The strict education of knights supports Locke from making excessively errant behaviors. Those ordinary civilians who lack relevant education have already been paralyzed.
Contaminated with various solid and liquid attachments, a white cloth with almost no original color is covered on several carriages. The face of the driver is slack, the eyes with dark circles are widely opened, and the fluffy cheeks on the chin give the face The expression is filled with a more neurotic puzzle. The stains on the white cloth dried up and oxidized and turned into a terrible brown. The twisted armor exposed under the gap, the smelly air in the air silently told what the cargo carried in the carriage. The marquee lined up with colored faces annotated people's guesses.
　　The crusade forces have paid a heavy price and have gained—failed.
　　 Well equipped;
　　 well-trained;
　　 Kong Wu powerful;
huge amount of;
　　Magic noble companions;
　　The human army has many favorable factors.
　　 was defeated by a group of sharp-eared bandits.
　　No one can persuade themselves to accept the reality that is too unrealistic,
The generals who were full of joy and cheered the victory loudly, carrying the treasures and loot recovered from the enemy’s den in the carriages, everyone sprinkled the flowers of celebration, and the girls wore beautiful clothes that had been difficult to choose after a few days. Embracing and kissing the warriors covered in dust, the parents handed over the wine for the children who returned, and the merchants took advantage of the celebration to make a big profit by raising the price of the goods.
　　The return of the army that everyone expected, confirmed, and waited for should be like this.
The army with lighthearted emotions and imagination is back, and the beautiful illusions that people have scheduled are shattered neatly by the queue of decadence, despair, and unbearable breath, and the stunned expression that gives the correct reflection before thinking Became part of the status note.
　　 Elves
　　 defeated mankind.
　　Everyone feels like having a nightmare, the most terrifying kind.
　　 In the name of the Supreme Almighty Goddess! A group of elves fooling around in the ravine with rustic, silly heads! It shouldn't be possible, nor is it possible that this group of pagan pigs defeated the elite and brave knights of mankind! ! !
　　 Vulgar Albion, Castile's inferior embryos, brutal orc hybrids, violent group dangerous species... Despite the possibility of losing to these bastards! However, the elves... the priests in the church, the lords in the castle manor, the dangling bards and rappers have some kind of intellectual defects, force and the invulnerable elves with low mana's ability to use, which should be accepted unconditionally The elves ruled by man actually hit a heavily armed human army? ! !
　　Nightmares in nightmares, a reality nightmare that shakes confidence and common sense.
　　 "Victor... Victor!!!"
　　Wrinkles crawled across the face, and the old woman with pale silver hair rushed out of the crowd and rushed into the spooky carriage. Sliding from the white cloth, a left hand dyed into burnt black and brown, a rose rosary with an outstanding style and color was wrapped around the wrist without any life activity, and it was dazzled in the sun, and the screaming screaming broke the weird stop , Tearing the nerves of the crowd uneasy and trembling.
　　 "Damn it! Hurry up and stop that crazy woman!"
　　 The commander on the pure white back waved his wand, and the dark grey face of the lead-grey bird of prey shouted and scolded. The soldier, who was whip-tuned like a domestic dog, rushed towards the old woman pulling the white cloth at full speed.
It may be that there is not enough breakfast or too much energy for the long journey. The soldiers could not pull the old woman who cried the son’s name away from the side rail of the car. Repeated pulling has no effect, and the soldiers who have exhausted their patience lifted their feet. Kicking away the nasty and kicking in the belly of the old woman, and in the crowd's screams of anger and fear, the old woman clutched the cloth sheet that refused to let go and drew a low-level parabola and fell to the ground.
　　 The sad and depraved picture freezes for a few seconds, and the girl's scream of extreme fear makes it difficult for the onlookers to keep the vocal organs silent.
　　The bodies are piled on the carriage, everyone has guessed this. They have also seen and touched corpses, robbers and robbers have been hanged and decapitated, and they have had the opportunity to witness the scene of being fired by heretics. They should be able to bear even the body of a carriage.
　　 Randomly piled together... corpse.
　　 Carriage carries fragments that were once called human beings beyond people's imagination and tolerance.
No corpse is complete, with missing limbs, bursting of the abdominal cavity, unknown organs hanging outside the body, or shrunken coke-fragmented pieces of meat piled up in the carriage, and these piles of meat can't see the dignity of any dead. The randomness, disgust and heavy body odor like carrying wastes and disposing of garbage come along with the peculiar wind, and the horror like the edge of stirs the crowd's uneasiness.
　　 "Victor!!!"
The old woman struggled to get up from the dust, and from the soldiers' fence with a sturdy arm, the hands covered with folds of calluses were wafted, along the arms that kept waving, and the burnt black rose wrapped in the corpse. The human figure reflected in Lock's overwhelmed eyes.
　　The limbs below the thighs disappeared, and the horrible white leg bones protruded from the center of the burnt black blood red section. There was a crossbow arrow penetrating through the wound on the shoulder blade. There was nothing, an abyss-like hollow eye socket, and the embers of the last wailing cry.
　　Loke suddenly remembered the toy soldier he wanted very much when he was six years old, and was finally destroyed by the neighbor's big boy. The soldier who failed to close his eyes to death and the tattered doll that he lost after being bored seemed inexplicable.
The tumultuous crowd shouted at the names of their relatives, and the two streams of people who could not hear each other shouted and shoved each other. The loudest and clearest voice among them is the old woman who tears everyone's heart.
　　 "Catch it! Catch the mad woman who disturbs the queue! This heretic! She is a heretic spy!!!"
　　 The man like a commander raised the ruby ​​inlaid wand, and the surrounding Manas gathered to become an atmospheric vortex, and the roaring strong wind was about to turn into deadly fangs.
　　 "Let's be like a man! Viscount! The goddess gave you the power to drive the mana. Does your majesty give you the wand to let you play the majesty to the mother who gave her children for the country and faith?!!!"
The powerful anger was like a thunderbolt screaming, screaming and the out-of-control crowd stopped breathing, and turned to look at the source of the angry voice. The commander with a high temperature turned his neck fiercely, out of reason and bloodshot. Cloudy eyes stared at those who dared to openly rebuke the nobility.
It is a tall and strong man who does something like looking for death. He has a taller body with a slightly lower line of sight than a lewd man riding on a pure body. It supports the linen cloth, reminiscent of the strong muscles of rocks and anvils. The skin surface has never been The part covered by the linen can be seen the numerous wounds on the body left by many battles in the past. The dense bushes and the equally hard-to-differentiate silver temples give the decent facial features a fierce atmosphere like bandits and bandits.
The man who looks like a non-kind man presses the boy dressed as a knight-servant with his left hand. The sullen cold light pierces Francois. Faucher from his eyes. Put things like class and esteem in the eyes.
"Is the mother who lost her son heresy? The right and power to rule on this issue are not yours, Your Excellency, the qualified God is the Almighty Mother God and her spokesperson in the world. Have you forgotten?"
　　 "Edgar. Pierre (Edgar. Pierre), do you have the qualification to teach noble magicians?! Think about your identity class!"
"Yes, Lord Viscount. I’m not a magician, and I’m not good at it. I have participated in three Lapland border orc defenses and now I’m just a subordinate knight with nothing but brute force. Nothing in my eyes."
　　 speaks a respectful speech, but the content does not give in. The spicy counterattack struck the Viscount who was about to run away from the mouth of a seemingly rude man.
　　 "However, there are even more amazing characters on top of you who are in charge of the battle. Let the old Earl Earl waiting for you to report back to [Dajie] for a long time...is this good?"
　　 The direction of the attack can be released at any time [Wind Teeth] stopped further action, and the street fell into the silence of no one for the third time. The indifferent knight of civilian origin confronted the viscount of the magician with 6 generations of blood. Locke, who wanted to rush out to protect the old woman, felt that the palm of his shoulder was relaxed, and the nearest servant of the Viscount found that his pretentious calm master had a fevered face and his hands were shaking.
The confrontation did not last for a minute~EbookFREE.me~ because there are still many important things-such as how to justify the defeat to Count Argentolaton, calm the anger of the distant cousin, and clear himself Responsibilities and so on-many times more important than waiting for a Viscount Fucher to deal with such a small thing as a mad old woman entangled with a tasteless, inferior junior knight.
　　 snorted coldly, and the Viscounter put away his wand, and the spell was released. Tugging on the reins, the obedient pure-packed master once again took a trained pace in the direction of the Earl's Castle. The demoralized army with no morale also began a silent march again.
　　Early-eared horses, like the owner, could not see behind them, and caught the sound of spitting and whispering curses like soldiers outside the crowd. Horses who can't respond to human emotions and humans who avoid the voices of unfriendly sights keep a synchronized silence.
　　 "Coward!"
　　 "Fart!"
　　More than one person whispered such swear words, Locke could hear many resonance words.
　　 can also hear soft sobs that are difficult to continue to suppress in the swearing, as low as comforting words. Surrounded by shock, accusation, doubt, and disgust, the buried army dragged the long black back to the Earl’s Castle,
　　It looks like a funeral queue.
　　The emotions in his heart were restrained and calmed down. Looking at the queue that had been longing for now, he looked embarrassed, and Rock didn't know what to say.
　　After seeing the defeated soldiers and the miserable corpses that came back from the battlefield, it was difficult for the knights and boys who were always optimistic to smile.
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