When Charles arrived at this time, the atmosphere at the scene was very quiet. Under the dusk light, only the slight breeze and the noise of training soldiers from afar were heard.

When he walked over, many people around him stared at him with strange expressions, making him a little confused.

However, at the greeting of Mrs. Meggie, Charles did not pay much attention to this matter, but directly got into the tent that had been prepared for a long time.

Not long after he entered, the stone slab with a smooth and flat surface was carried in by the soldiers. Similarly, the knocked female "savage" also carried in, and there were also some messy objects wrapped in cloth.

Finally, there was a young woman full of blood, her face was pale, and she looked like a dead person.

The patient's skin was smooth, and the moisture on the wound on the surface was mixed with the breath of medicine, which turned into an unpleasant smell. As soon as it entered, it spread to the entire camp. The soldiers in front subconsciously shook their noses and secretly disliked them.

Madame Megg followed in, but was driven out by Charles.

"I need quiet." He said

So the unruly woman who was so bold that she forced her loyal partner to her, walked out honestly like a good baby.

After a long time, there was no movement in the tent, which made many lords and soldiers who surrounded and watched the fun. As their curiosity became more and more intense and Mrs. Meggy's face became more and more anxious, Charles drilled out of the tent, looked at everyone, and finally waved to Ed, who had quietly returned, and said, "Come and help me."

"What?" No one noticed Duke Ed, who was hiding in the corner, had noticed it before, but now that after doing this, everyone looked at him.

This made a hint of embarrassment flash across his long horse face, and therefore, without asking why, he hurriedly walked into the tent with Charles beckoning.

However, the whisper that followed made his long face, which had grown messy stubble, extremely embarrassing.

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

"I'm a little incapable of attacking." Charles looked calm.

"You think I can do it?"

"Please, I'm saving your sect for your sake. What else do you want me to do?"

"I assume that this matter has violated my honor, and you actually asked me to—"

"Since you have all agreed, what's wrong with going further?" Charles interrupted him and sneered: "So is this your heart of honor, or is it your Duke unable to come to Taiwan for his face?"

"I……"

"Why wouldn't it be more appropriate to control yourself compared to others? No matter who it is, this matter is always inevitable."

This made Ed hesitate. Under the dim light in the camp, his long face looked gloomy and gloomy.

at last--

"Sometimes I think you are the devil sent by the seventh level hell to pull me into the abyss." He sighed with a complicated expression, and then without looking at Charles, he stepped to the side of the female savage placed on the marble slab. After looking at her a few deep glances, he squatted down and murmured and prayed for a while.

Then, under Charles' impatient gaze, Ed opened his eyes, picked up the items at his feet, hesitated for a moment, and then pointed at the prisoner's wrist and exerted force!

The female savage closed her eyes and opened them suddenly, and then screamed suddenly from the camp. Her voice was miserable, as if she was suffering a lot of pain. Everyone outside looked tight.

The screams were very loud, and soldiers from other places in the camp were paying attention. Some people who had not noticed this place also discovered the abnormality of the tent at the end of their vision.

But what is even more frightening is still to come.

Accompanied by the increasingly harsh screams, gloomy words quietly appeared, like the accompaniment of the dead being pulled into the abyss, and as if many undead were quietly watching the poor worm with half of their feet stepping into the shadow, making waves of sinister laughter.

As if it was extremely painful, bursts of manic roars like wild beasts howling from the tent came from.

"Dog's daughter Sinwa is going to cut off your head. You cowards in the Seven Kingdoms who like to attack sneak attacks, cut off your head! Cut off your head!!"

“…”

"Stop quickly, the daughter of Dog is so painful! It hurts so much!"

“…”

"Kill Singwa! Kill Singwa quickly! Please, ah!!!!"

“…”

At this time, the light of dusk had disappeared, and the night gradually enveloped the earth. In the gray tent, the fire swayed, and the candle shadow swayed like a ghost. In conjunction with the dark wizard's low murmur and the shrill begging for mercy by the mortals, it seemed that this place seemed to have become a hell on earth!

The soldiers who were not present slowly gathered when they heard the sound. Accompanied by countless companions around, most of them looked curious, but the people at the scene were the opposite.

Although there are many people around me, this still cannot stop the fear and chill from the bottom of my heart.

The surrounding ghosts were full of energy, the timids were so scared that they turned around and ran away, while the bold ones tried to remain calm, but the trembling legs could not hide their true thoughts.

The sounds and the scene in front of them are gradually pulling them into the abyss of fear! They continue to sink and fall as they see and hear!

Fortunately, this scene did not last long. Not long after, the female savage screamed weaker. Finally, after a long breathing sound, it disappeared like a mosquito and flies flapping their wings, while the strange ghost whispered at the same time.

The long wait began. For others, the silence could both relieve them and make them nervous. They looked at the dark camp tent surrounded by the center point. It seemed that the next moment, a devil representing death would rush out from the camp tent and pounce on everyone.

The woman in red robe quietly mingled among the large group of soldiers and walked slowly, staring at the tent not far away, with deep eyes and wondering what she was thinking. Someone around him noticed her arrival, but did not dare to break the strange atmosphere at the moment, but just gave a gaze. When Charles had never paid attention, the lady was gradually known to the soldiers here.

But it was not because of her beautiful appearance, but because of her mysterious means and the identity of her fellow black wizard.

She can release the flames at will, keep her clothes neat forever, and even blurt out the various backgrounds of a stranger with a family knowledge.

Some people think that he and the Black Wizard are not capable of being, while others think that she seems to be more powerful because it is more mysterious.

However, now, even if the soldier who admires the woman in red robe is no longer interested in paying attention to her.

At this moment, they only had the tent in their eyes.

The eyes are both fearful and anticipated.

Countless eyes gathered in the camp, and countless soldiers gathered in discussions. From the sky, people were surging, densely packed like an ant climbing, as if there was a piece of cake attracting them in this place.

So in this situation, Charles lifted the tent and kicked it out.

"How about it?"

Mrs. Meggie, who had long ignored the surrounding situation, looked nervous, immediately approached and asked.

"Let her rest well and sleep well, everything will be fine." Charles replied with his nose covering his nose, then hurried away in a hurry, ignoring the large number of soldiers around him.

"What happened?" Seeing his behavior, everyone was curious, but then Ed's appearance attracted their attention.

"grown ups!"

"Duke Duke!"

After looking at the people around him, Ed Stark frowned, then said in a low tone: "Let me find someone to clean up the inside; don't let the soldiers see it."

After saying that, he also hurriedly left here.

This surprised his vassals. It would be fine if Charles did this, but why did the Duke Stark, who has always been steady and calm, be like this?

With a full curiosity, the lords walked into it, and the stinking smell came to their faces. The scent of decayed corpses soaking and marinating in the stinky ditch for a long time made everyone cover their mouths and noses, and then they looked around.

On the complicated and complicated ring magic circle, a young woman whose injuries were gone were rosy and sleeping on the side of the stone slab, breathing evenly and having a dignified body; beside the woman, a brown and black mummy was staring at the top of the tent with her eyes open.

The mummy's facial features are ferocious, the eye sockets are sunken, and the body is irregularly twisted and hunched, as if it was tortured during his lifetime but could not break free.

Everyone can clearly see that five rusty spikes were buried deep under the wrinkled body surface, penetrated the bones and nailed the mummy tightly there, just like the body, mind and spiritual tools were tightly imprisoned and could never be liberated.
Chapter completed!