Whoosh!
The sound of feathered arrows piercing the air came in an instant.
The original archer was at a loss in the clouds and mist, but now he heard Bishop Melk's shout, and immediately shot the arrow in his hand without thinking.
After just one wave, they regretted it.
Facing the threat of the bow and arrow, Zhang Fan naturally did the most normal reaction of an ordinary person and raised the human shield in his hand.
puff!
Blood splattered, and the original Viscount Tieleburg immediately turned into a porcupine.
"My God! What have we done?"
Several knights immediately went into chaos, and there was a commotion among the soldiers.
"Speaking spirit?"
A middle-aged knight in the lead fixed his eyes on Bishop Melk, but a word flashed in his mind.
He naturally knew that among these clergymen, there were even special spells that could form the spirit of speech, allowing the recipients to completely obey their orders.
Moreover, no matter how you say it, it is too risky to order to shoot arrows rashly when all the Viscounts are captured.
'Could it be that it was specially silenced, and there was something else hidden? '
The old knight thought so, but now he could only growl and rushed towards Zhang Fan.
In any case, the other party and Bishop Melk were the main persons responsible for the death of the viscount, and neither of them could be let go!
"died?"
Zhang Fan fought and retreated all the way, with an incredible expression on his face: "This should be their lord, right? Could it be that people in the West are so unyielding?"
But he didn't have time to think about it anymore, because at the next moment, a knight in iron armor launched a terrifying charge at him.
boom!
With the unity of man and horse, the iron armor, and the fact that he is extraordinary, the power of this charge is obviously not something that Zhang Fan can resist.
With just a slight touch, the captain, who was too skillful, flew upside down, and the soft sword in his hand fell to the ground.
"Judge you!"
On the other side, several priests worked together to subdue the previous magician.
"What are you still doing in a daze, occupy this big boat immediately, and don't let anyone leave!"
The old knight ordered loudly, and then looked at Bishop Melk: "The viscount is dead now. This is the first viscount murdered since the establishment of the kingdom! My lord, I am afraid that before the matter is clarified, our here No one can leave!"
"I know this!"
Bishop Melk gestured and said with a pious expression: "The Viscount Tieleburg died heroically in the bloody battle with the heretics. His soul will be accepted by the Lord and go to the eternal kingdom!"
"Kill!"
Behind them, many soldiers who had already figured out the cause and effect and were red-eyed rushed onto the treasure ship one after another...
…
The murder of a viscount of the kingdom, alone, is enough to be sent to the king's desk, not to mention, involving a gang of heretics.
Not long after, Wu Ming, who was far away in the capital, got the news.
"A team of strangers? Suspected of murdering Viscount Tieleburg?"
Now he naturally has a feeling that the upgrade of the universe is still unclear, but earth-shaking changes have taken place in the continent of Searle.
The end of the original world disappeared, and one or even several larger worlds merged in.
And this group of people is obviously the first batch of outsiders.
"Interesting! Really interesting!"
Wu Ming saw the black hair and black eyes, and the description from an ancient oriental country, etc., and an expression of interest appeared on his face.
"Carita!"
He called softly, and the leader of the night watchmen quietly emerged from the darkness: "What are your orders, my master?"
"Regarding the real cause of death of Viscount Tieleburg, thoroughly investigate it!"
Next to Wu Ming, there were more than one letter from the raven. Beside the official document, there were several private letters, which described the scene of Viscount Tieleburg's death in an immersive way, which made people feel as if they were Intentional manslaughter and silence.
"It seems... the recent series of methods for the church are still too kind..."
Reminiscent of some diehards and resistance factions in the church, a cold light flashed in Wu Ming's eyes.
After thinking for a while, he ordered again: "Everyone on that ship must be escorted to the king's capital without exception, and I will interrogate them one by one!"
Obviously, everything in the interrogation was fake, and his real purpose was to obtain first-hand information about the Eastern Continent and the empire above it.
"Your will will be carried out!"
Caritan bowed and retreated into the darkness.
…
What Wu Ming didn't know was that the visitors to the Seer continent were not only lost sailors from the east.
Buzz!
On the west side of the continent, in a certain field, the void twisted, and a translucent door appeared.
A god envoy Shi Shiran, wearing a white robe, with blond hair and blue eyes and snow-white wings, stepped out of the portal and looked at the sky and the land.
"According to the oracle... Our world has expanded again, with new blood added!"
He has a handsome face, indistinguishable from male and female, full of a divine flavor.
"Now it seems that the new blood is this big island? There is also a kingdom on it, ruled by a Sanctuary..."
A thoughtful look flashed across the face of the envoy: "...It is necessary to investigate carefully and pass the news to my lord."
…
Squeak!
The prison van was opened, and Zhang Fan with a sluggish face was forcibly dragged down from above.
Ever since that nobleman died in his hands, he knew that something was wrong.
Sure enough, after a short period of confusion, those soldiers arrested him like crazy and locked him in the prison. The daily food was poor, rotten and hard black bread that was only enough for mice to eat. , Zhang Fan estimated that he must be hanged to death.
Even in his country, the assassination of aristocrats like high officials was punishable by capital punishment.
It's just that he didn't expect that the other party didn't execute him immediately, but put them in the prison car and kept on their way.
Now, he finally knew the reason.
—The King of Conquerors demanded to bring them to the capital and judge them himself!
Well, to be honest, even if you know you can't escape the death penalty, it's a good psychological comfort to be able to postpone it for a while.
However, when he arrived at the capital, he couldn't help being amazed at the layout and planning here: "I never imagined that there would be such a magnificent capital in the western barbarian country..."
"My lord..."
The magician next to him had two dark circles, and his eyes were bloodshot: "Aren't you worried about our situation at all?"
As a shipwright, he also received 'preferential treatment' from the cell bosses.
Because he was regarded as a wizard, he was also treated like a wizard. Whenever he wanted to close his eyes and rest, there would always be a cloud of cold water poured on his head, so he was not allowed to rest well.
This is because the wizard's spellcasting requires a high degree of mental concentration. This method of forcing interruption and not allowing them to rest has proven to be quite effective.
In fact, dealing with the sorcerer is really wrong.
After not sleeping well for more than ten days in a row, the magician didn't even have time to replenish his mana with peace of mind, let alone cast spells.
Even with his pitiful rank, even if he recovered his ability to cast spells, it was very doubtful whether he could escape alone from the strong guard team.
"If you really want to judge, it's enough to bring a few of us here!"
Zhang Fan spoke to the magician in the language of his own empire, pouted his lips again, and pointed to the huge escort team behind: "Why should we all be arrested? It shouldn't be possible to kill them all..."
"My God... Are these barbarians planning to sell us as slaves?"
The magician's teeth were already chattering.
He has also heard of the cruelty of some Nanyang native tribes. The defeated people will basically sell the entire village and even the clan into slaves, or even worse, become sacrifices to evil gods.
God is pitiful, although he was a bit miserable in the mainland, he was born as a genuine magician! I don't want to become a slave to a barbarian, or something weird like a sacrifice.
"Fortunately, the treatment of you prisoners is specially ordered by your superiors!"
For Zhang Fan, he had no chance to see the prosperity of the capital, so he was quickly thrown into prison.
But the fat cell leader was muttering, and brought him today's dinner—a few pieces of soft white bread, and a small pot of vegetable soup, with a strong aroma.
For the prisoners, such food was considered a luxury.
Zhang Fan had a bad premonition, but with the thought of being a dead ghost, he still ate to his heart's content, but soon he was surprised to find that no one came for interrogation until night.
into the night.
The moonlight outside is as quiet as water.
"Moon God Taiyin..."
Looking at the bright moonlight outside through the narrow iron window, Zhang Fan suddenly prayed: "Please bless me to return home safely..."
"Moon God Taiyin?"
At this time, outside the cell, a somewhat strange but unusually young voice sounded: "Is this the god you believe in?"
"Who are you… "
Zhang Fan retreated vigilantly, and immediately saw a man in a black cloak open the cell and walked in.
"The swordsmanship is good? But I don't have much internal cultivation..."
Wu Mingming opened his eyes, looked at the details of this person, and shook his head immediately.
"who are you?"
The feeling as if his whole body was seen through made Zhang Fan's uneasiness intensify to the limit, and asked sharply.
Only now did he realize that the words used by the other party were actually the same as his own.
"In fact, I still want to thank you!"
Wu Ming didn't answer Zhang Fan's question, but smiled and said.
"Thank us?"
"Yes, thank you for your tireless efforts to bring me information about the world from the very beginning!"
His figure stepped forward in an instant, and put his palm on Zhang Fan's forehead.
The man still wanted to resist, but after a little struggle, his eyes became dull and stood still.
"Although you can ask slowly, how can it be compared to checking it yourself?"
As Wu Ming muttered, a huge force was mobilized, and Zhang Fan's life, all the memories from birth, appeared in front of his eyes in detail.