"The evil witch is not here, she is making dirty deals with the devil outside the city!"
"Children of the gods, take up your weapons! Let the witches and devils be crushed together!"
Cassati's voice sounded like thunder, echoing repeatedly in the sky above the prison.
When they heard Cassati's words for the first time, the Heavenly Punishers were a little at a loss.
After hearing Cassati's words for the second time, their emotions gradually rose.
The third time, the fourth time... Cassati's words were repeated more than a dozen times, and the fanatical punisher rushed out of the prison, roaring, preparing to fight to the death with the devil and the witch.
But outside the city was a big concept, and they didn't know where Edwina was. Just as they were anxiously waiting for Cassati's oracle, Dorothy appeared in front of them.
"Mrs. Cassati has received instructions from the gods. Children of the gods, take weapons and follow me to find the evil witch!"
In front of everyone, Dorothy was still very nervous, and her voice even trembled a little.
But that doesn't matter, the furious punishers just want to find the evil witch.
They shouted all the way and rushed out of the city with Dorothy. Modessa took out a signal bomb from her arms, lit the fuse, and threw it into the air.
Wen Na outside the city saw the signal, and she brought the food convoy to the agreed place.
Although he had waited for a long time, Charlemagne's messenger still showed a satisfied smile when he saw the carriage was loaded with food.
"Viscount Sheila, thank you for your sincerity and generosity. I will convey your thoughts to His Royal Highness."
Wen Na shook her head repeatedly and said: "Your gratitude makes me feel ashamed. Zhilin City does not have enough carriages. I can only bring this little food at a time, but I have made you wait in the cold wind for so long."
"You are too kind. It is my honor to look forward to your arrival in the cold wind." Seeing Wen Na's pitiful appearance, the messenger had slowly entered a state of waiting for conquest.
"I'm sorry, sir, I don't dare to stay here for a long time. Please wait for me here at this time tomorrow."
"I don't think we need to meet here," the messenger realized Wenna's difficulties. "Leave the task of transporting food to me. I will mobilize carriages and horses from surrounding towns."
"I'm afraid not," Wen Na sighed. "The Heavenly Punishers in the city have begun to doubt me. I'm worried that they will..."
"Ignore those lunatics!" the messenger said angrily, "They will never have the guts to go against His Highness the Prince. I will inform Your Highness of the plight of Zhilin City, and Your Highness will definitely help you get rid of those stupid thugs!"
Wen Na nodded vigorously. She looked like a baby bird eager to be cared for. The gentle eyes intertwined and the messenger's heartbeat accelerated.
Wen Na's heartbeat was also speeding up, and she was trying to delay as much time as possible.
The food inventory has been completed, and although the messenger was reluctant to leave, Wenna could not find a new topic.
What should we do? Should we continue to look at each other in the cold wind, or should we set up a tent, put out some food and wine, and have a more in-depth communication with the messenger?
Wen Na was struggling, and fire appeared in the distance.
Here they come.
Wen Na almost laughed out loud, but remembering that these Heavenly Punishers were wearing black powder, a panicked look immediately appeared on her face.
"Come on, sir! The Punisher is here!"
The messenger frowned, the romantic atmosphere was broken by this group of thugs, which made him very unhappy.
He pulled out his long sword and said angrily: "What do they want to do here?"
"Stop asking, sir, let's go!"
As a knight, the prince's messenger would not be embarrassed in front of the girl. The messenger blew the horn and shouted: "Soldiers, prepare to fight!"
The crazy Punisher ignited the black powder and rushed towards the convoy.
Wen Na showed extraordinary strength, grabbed the messenger and ran away frantically.
The bomb exploded, but the power was not as powerful as expected. Reggie changed the proportion of gunpowder, and the power of the bomb was not even as powerful as the black powder from Bayer Country.
This is the last step in the plan, to make the Punisher anger Prince Charlemagne and put all the blame on the Punisher.
But gunpowder is gunpowder. Even if Reggie changed the formula, the explosion still killed more than a dozen Sky Punishers and soldiers. If Wen Na was accidentally killed, she could only blame her bad luck.
A wave of air overturned Wen Na and the courier. The courier who fell to the ground took a long time to stand up. Seeing Wen Na fall beside him, the courier hugged Wen Na and let out a desperate cry.
"Viscount Sheila, please wake up!" The messenger cried, full of anger burning fiercely in his chest.
In fact, Wen Na was not injured, but it would be a good idea to pretend to be injured at this time.
"Sir," Wen Na stretched out her hand with difficulty and touched the messenger's face, "Yes, I'm sorry."
"Stop talking," the messenger gritted his teeth, "Soldiers! Kill these beasts for me!" The messenger only brought more than forty soldiers, and Wenna only had dozens of guards. The total number was not even more than
One hundred people.
They have to face hundreds of Heavenly Punishers, and it looks like they have little chance of winning.
But after the fight, the situation was completely different from what was expected. The so-called battle quickly turned into a crushing massacre.
As Reggie said, the combat effectiveness of the God's Punishers is completely incomparable to that of soldiers. In the name of God, relying on the huge number of personnel, and using a shameless way to occupy the moral high ground is the only way for the God's Punishers to survive.
Now the angry messenger and his soldiers only want their lives and don't want to see their faces, so the Punishers have completely become lambs to be slaughtered.
The massacre lasted for half an hour. Except for a dozen of the Punishers who knelt down and begged for mercy, the remaining more than 300 people were all killed.
The blood all over the floor made Wen Na feel scared and excited at the same time. The month-long suffering was finally over.
But she didn't want to get involved in this fight, and no one wanted to get burned. Reggie made it very clear in her letter that she wanted to blame Charlemagne as the punisher, and let the fire burn on the big shot.
Now that the fire is burning, it's best to add some oil.
Wen Na held the messenger's hand and while breathing heavily, she said: "Sir, I, I may not be able to hold on any longer. You, you have to help me bring the food to His Highness the Prince."
"Don't talk about this for now, Viscount Sheila, I will take you back to the city immediately. The doctors in the city will definitely be able to cure you!"
"The city, the city, and the Heavenly Punisher..."
"As long as you allow it, I will make them all disappear!"
"Let, let them leave Zhilin City, just leave, please, please..." Wen Na's hand dropped weakly. If her breathing was not still there, the messenger might really think she was dead.
But even if Wen Na didn't die, such a tragic scene was enough to make the messenger lose his mind.
He led his soldiers and rushed into Zhilin City. After settling Wenna, he started a crazy massacre again.
"Leave" is a very interesting word. According to the messenger's understanding, letting the Punishers die means letting them leave forever.
Wen Na's soldiers knew all the gathering points of the Punishers, and with them leading the way, the massacre went very smoothly.
Modesa, who received the news in advance, released Cassati, who was captured alive by the courier during his escape.
Katisa refused to admit that he ordered the attack on the prince's messenger, but all the Heavenly Punishers who were captured alive provided the same testimony. They heard Kasati's voice and received Kasati's order.
No one wanted to hear Cassati's excuse. The extremely panicked Cassati made a more serious mistake. She used a stunt in front of the messenger, raised her hands, and conveyed the instructions of the gods.
"God in heaven, your children are suffering, please open your eyes and convey your anger to these ignorant thugs!"
She thought that without the help of wizards, she could intimidate everyone simply by relying on the strength and faith given to her by the gods.
As the Paladin said, she told so many lies that even she took it seriously.
This series of stupid actions only brought about one result. The furious messenger asked the soldiers to cut off her nose. She and the other Heavenly Punishers were put in a prison car and escorted to the royal capital for trial.
After returning to the castle, Edwina took a comfortable hot bath and then continued to pretend to be dying, waiting for the care of the messenger.
Of course, with the care of the messenger and the efforts of the doctors, the tenacious Wenna finally "miraculously" survived. Zhilin City must celebrate this, and the heroes who helped Zhilin City end the suffering will also
Received the highest courtesy from Miss Zhi Lin.
It's a pity that the heroes of Broken Snow City don't have the opportunity to accept such courtesy. Reggie doesn't want to get into unnecessary trouble, and Wenna doesn't want to be accused of having liaison with foreign enemies. Staying for a moment longer will be more dangerous. At the end of the war
Afterwards, Modesa immediately took everyone back to Shattering Snow City and reported the news to Reggie.
Reggie was busy conducting experiments with Swindell. After receiving the news, he gave Modeza high praise and rewarded Modeza with twenty gold coins. Everyone else involved in the operation also received ten gold coins.
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Seeing Reggie's generous move, Swindell's body began to tremble.
"Sir, I know I shouldn't be too greedy, but if I can get rid of the water in the nitric acid, will you also reward me with gold coins?"
Reggie nodded and said with a smile: "Of course I will. As for how much the reward will be, it depends on the opinion of the great bachelor."
Batchelor shook his head and said: "He is not yet a bachelor, he can only be regarded as a craftsman. All craftsmen must obey Calaf's arrangements."
Kalaf smiled and said: "If you can really do it, I will ask the adults for a reward of twenty gold coins for you, or I can also provide you with a job so that you can get at least eight gold coins every year.
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"I choose to work!" Swindell is not a short-sighted person. His annual income of eight gold coins is already comparable to that of a middle-income family.
"Sir, my method still needs a little adjustment. I have never seen anything called nitric acid, but please believe me. I will remove all the water without leaving a drop!"