Chapter 143 - God’s Punishment (1/2)
”What happened?”
”It's Knight Gunth's voice!”
The soldiers in the square were all stunned and confused. Duke Dylan subconsciously looked in the direction of the main building and muttered, ”Damn it, what the h*ll is Gunth doing? He was f*cked by a b*tch...”.
Before he could finish his sentence, suddenly --
”Ah! ! Ah! Monster!”
”Me... Mercy...”
”Help... Help... Help!”
”Witch... Witch...”
All kinds of panicked voices rose and fell, and screams came from inside the main building.
Through the cross-shaped window of the main building, it was vaguely visible that the people inside were fleeing frantically, as if they had encountered a powerful demon.
The people in the square were shocked.
Duke Dylan hurriedly grabbed the collar of a soldier and said coldly, ”Go in and see what's going on!”
”Yes, Your Highness.”
The soldier quickly responded, holding the torch, and hurriedly ran into the room.
However, as soon as he ran into the door, he seemed to have encountered something terrible in less than two seconds. He let out a terrified scream, then threw away the torch and rushed out of the door without looking back.
Under the dancing flames, everyone saw the pale face of the soldier and the fear in his eyes.
As soon as he rushed out of the door, he opened his mouth and shouted, ”W...”
Before he could finish his words, there was a bang. The soldier's body suddenly burst into flames out of nowhere, and he fell to the ground with a series of hysterical screams.
The crowd outside the main building was stunned.
Duke Dylan, his soldiers, the refugees who had come to try to take advantage of the situation, the slave traders, the refugees from the manor who had been subdued, and so on. At this moment, everyone saw this strange scene.
Everyone looked at the main building's door, their expressions uncertain.
”What... What's going on?”
”Setting fire out of nowhere... This power... Could it be...”
An answer was on the tip of his tongue.
At the same time, the sound of footsteps came from inside the house.
Da...
Da...
Da!
The sound of footsteps was getting closer and clearer. With the help of the torch that was thrown inside the door, it was vaguely visible that something was coming out.
The warhorses neighed angrily and writhed restlessly.
The soldiers subconsciously raised the weapons in their hands. As they kept retreating, they looked at Duke Dylan in fear and unease, seeking instructions.
Duke Dylan frowned. He raised his right hand and made a gesture.
The two groups of soldiers quickly raised their heavy shields to the front of the formation and squatted down. The spearmen behind them raised their spears. The archers behind them drew their longbows. A standard defensive formation was quickly formed.
Spears, cross swords, arrows, heavy shields... Cold light flashed, and killing intent surged.
When these cold weapons that helped humans stand on the top of the food chain were revealed, the panic of the soldiers subsided slightly.
At the same time, the thing behind the door also walked out of the door.
”A person? It's a person?”
”Black hair, black hair! It's that kid, the kid His Highness is looking for!”
A young man appeared at the gate. Through his trademark black hair, the people present quickly recognized him. He was the target of their trip.
The crowd instantly became lively.
”Is it him? He took out 500 gold coins to buy a few female slaves...”
”Does he have countless gold coins?”
”But it seems that he is not an ordinary person...”
Everyone whispered among themselves. There were greedy, suspicious, and fearful voices of all kinds.
Heath raised his head and looked forward.
”So many people...”
The crowd filled the courtyard and gathered into a standard battle formation. Judging from the size of the battle force alone, there were at least a thousand people. It was enough to conquer a city. As for the onlookers, they were even more numerous.
'Did they move the entire city here?'
Then, Heath asked slowly, ”Are you the ones who came to take my head?”
On the way, he used a soul-searching spell on a soldier and easily understood the whole story.
The battle formation in front opened on both sides. Duke Dylan rode forward under the protection of a few personal guards holding a kite shield.
His gaze lingered on Heath for a moment, and he asked, ”You're a Wizard?”
His voice was steady, and there was no fear.
Heath replied, ”Yes.”
The crowd was in an uproar!
”He's... He's really a wizard!”