At noon the next day, the three-masted sailing ship slowly sailed away from the Strait of Oblivion, and then disappeared from the horizon more than half an hour later. Cervantes remained coldly silent, but the cavalrymen of the Principality behind him burst into laughter.
A burst of cheers.
Those goats were thrown into the ice sea, those pigs were beheaded by him, those gold coins were hidden in the snow, and as for the official document, it still became Cervantes' butt paper.
However, the giant wooden box more than two meters high was not damaged, and the number of guards outside was even higher.
Including Cervantes, although everyone resented King Ogu's behavior, they could not bring disaster to the frozen continent because of their recklessness.
The wooden fence slowly opened, and more than twenty prisoners walked out timidly. An iron shackle penetrated everyone's shoulder blades, some of which were still oozing with blood, but most of them were connected to the flesh and blood.
These people were wearing thin coarse linen clothes, and their feet were even barefoot. Perhaps because of the cold wind, they were shivering and clinging to each other, their eyes full of fear.
They are all prisoners of the ancient city. On the one hand, they are people from the royal city, but they are imprisoned for various reasons. On the other hand, they are also the first to set foot on the frozen continent, and they are extremely unsuitable to the Vikings.
"Straightforward".
"Sir, what should I do with these guys?" A close aide walked up to Cervantes and asked softly.
"Send five people to escort them to the village. Are you taking over these tasks on your first day?" Cervantes snorted coldly, then walked towards his mansion.
He has been enduring it for the past two days. If he hadn't always kept his identity in mind, I'm afraid he would have drawn out his machete and cut the other person's neck.
The confidant grinned bitterly, thinking that he was really unlucky. If he had a choice, he would rather hunt the herds of animals on the ice field than wipe someone else's butt.
But convention is convention. The confidant's face turned cold, and after saying a few words, he watched the group leave. He was not worried about these wastes, because these people were already in extreme despair.
Whether it is King Augu or the frozen continent, prisoners are the lowest existence. No matter how prosperous it was before, in the end they were just distracted and exhausted.
Not to mention escaping, having a piece of black bread to eat every day has become the biggest wish of these people. As for the so-called "group village", it is just a new prison.
The group of people slowly walked into the ice field and moved slowly towards the village. The Viking cavalry remained silent all the time. Those who were dead were abandoned where they were, while those who were still alive moved forward slowly.
The iron shackles were stiff due to the wind and snow, and even froze the wounds that penetrated the prisoners. A bit of skin and flesh adhered to them, some of which were extremely fresh, while others still turned dark.
The Changsuo City loomed in the distance. The sky was pitch black at this time, and a huge bonfire soared into the sky. Five principality cavalry sat together, sometimes drinking ale, sometimes biting into barbecue.
As for the prisoners, they could only huddle with each other and use the remaining rags on their bodies to resist the cold air. There was no food, no campfire, and no even a place to sleep.
According to the words of these Vikings, when you are hungry, eat your companions, drink to melt the snow on the ice sheet, and sleep peacefully when you are sleepy. Whether you wake up or not is the will of the gods. p>
"Everyone...Masters, I want to poop." A thin young man was lying on the ground, his words were extremely respectful, as humble as a subordinate.
"Get away! If I smell something, you can go to the Hall of Valor." The principal cavalry snorted coldly, and then waved his hand, indicating that he could handle it himself.
The thin young man was grateful again and again, and then ran to the far end of the iron shackles, untied his coarse linen clothes, and excreted the filth in his body.
However, a moment later, the thin young man smiled coldly, and then returned to the group of prisoners. However, no one noticed that there was a magic crystal in his hand, and it was quickly turning into powder.
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Time passed slowly, the five principality cavalry fell asleep, and all the prisoners were also very sleepy. The bonfire crackled, and the cold wind howled.
"Flying rocks rise, dust drifts away, screams and cries, the dusty iron cage opens, bloodthirsty elves appear, in my name, wind bird!"
The low chanting of mantras echoed across the ice field, and the thin young man stretched out his hands, with a trace of madness and determination flashing in his eyes.
Three wind birds condensed from magic elements condensed in an instant, and then screamed and rushed towards the five Viking cavalry. Blood spurted out, and the giant bonfire with broken limbs shook violently, but it did not go out.
The iron shackles broke, the prisoners died, and finally the ice field became calm again, and the thin young man wore a leather robe and ate the remains of the pot.
The thick smell of blood was blown away by the cold wind. The young man smiled miserably, raised his hand and threw a severed arm into the bonfire. Three low-grade magic crystals, more than forty gold coins, two pots of ale, and an animal skin robe.<
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These were all his trophies, and they were also the starting money for his new life. The next day, this man walked towards Changsuo City, intending to start a new life.
But the God of Death would not return in vain, so he stood on the spot and looked at the two people opposite him coldly. But of the two people opposite him, one always had a cold face, while the other seemed unconcerned.
The emaciated man gritted his teeth. The reason why he could change his destiny was all because of the magic crystal he swallowed. If he hadn't been smart, he wouldn't have been able to escape death.
That night, he held the magic crystal excreted from his body, smelled the stench, and kept telling himself that he must return to the ranks of the nobility in the future.
But at this moment, the two people opposite had no intention of letting him go. The little boy should be only an intermediate level, but the little girl beside him was extremely mysterious.
"Brother, I have difficulty moving now, so I'll leave this guy to my brother." Rikka lifted him up and backed away, indicating that he was suffering from the "double iron ring".
"Attack the magic circle: the egg of the mayfly, the source of magic, the scarlet vacuum tunnel, the countless black spots that penetrate the barrier, in my name, attack the magic circle!"
Countless wind blades appeared out of thin air, and Boom did not speak a word from beginning to end, and directly launched the attack. Seeing this, the thin man grinned, but slowly lowered his hands.
The wind blade struck, and he died without any accident. He finally lay on the snow, with only the wind and snow in the sky in his eyes. He raised his hand with difficulty, wanting to see everything about himself again, but he could only smell wisps of it.
The smell of feces and urine.
A short blade pierced his throat, and the whole world was dyed red with blood, and the cold wind was even more bloody. A piece of snowflake fell down, reflecting everything he had on the front, and Boom and Rikka on the back.
look like.
"Brother, he should be the fugitive. As for the high-level magician, Ogu City is really rich." Rikka ate the candied haws with a smile, but never showed his true strength from beginning to end.
"Give his head to Belinda. This is also the reward for our sojourn in Changsuo City." Boom released a wind blade again, and then the other party's head fell to the ground.
The two of them walked towards Changsuo City indifferently, except that there was an extra cloth bag on Boom's waist, and what was wrapped in it was the head of the high-level magician prisoner.