Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

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Fortunately, the old mage didn't want to kill, and he still used control spells. If he used [Poison Blast] or [Shadow Corrosion], Corleone might be dangerous.

After all, this is the territory of the "little giant", and mass deaths of civilians will arouse his hostility, and the situation of extra-junctions is not what the old mage wants to see.

The half-elf poet next to him seemed a little dazed. He suddenly realized that his "goddess" Monica was unusual, but he was not afraid, but felt even more excited.

A gray misty orb is formed on the top of the old wizard's staff. It is a third-order spell [Sleep Ball]. This spell is not only aimed at ordinary humanoid creatures, but also large creatures.

Although the Sleeping Magic Ball can only deal with single targets and has a very short range, it can track the movements of the enemy after launching, and it is difficult to dodge it even with the abundance of wood elves.

The effect of the spell is much stronger than [Hypnosis], it can make people fall into a state of lethargy for at least 5 to 10 minutes, and only wake up when they are hit.

The trajectory of the small gray ball went around in the air a few times, as if it had a life, evaded the female guards, and slammed into Corleone's body.

Corleone had already had a great upper hand. Although these female guards had extraordinary skills, they were not inferior to him.

When he wanted to kill these guards with a whirlwind, the gray ball hit his arm.

Corleone had a chance to escape, but it was a pity that he was delayed by a few tenths of a second by someone else's guard.

With a "clam", Corleone's tall and sturdy body fell heavily to the ground. The high-level spells still had an effect on him. This time the spell resistance of "Iron Will" did not take effect.

Corleone tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as being pressed by a mountain, and the warhammer in his hand fell to the ground.

He also wanted to use his strong willpower to fight against the distress, but his will at this time was like a dam piled up by sand, which was washed away under the continuous wave of distress.

"The **** mage...Little Sama, Black Mamba..." Corleone plunged into darkness completely, and fell asleep "beautifully" on the ground.

"My lord, how do these two people solve it?"

The old mage walked over and asked a guard to lift the head of the black mamba. He felt that this black soldier was a key wanted criminal in the country.

"See if he has slave marks on his back."

The two female guards removed the black Mamba's armor and uncovered the clothes on his back. They found that there was a huge tattoo on his back. It was a **** dagger passing through the black skull. Grey wings.

The old mage stepped forward and touched the black Mamba's back, and found that there should be some kind of scar formed by a soldering iron under the tattoo, and the shape of this scar was quite familiar to him.

"Huh, it really was him, the dirty slave who killed Earl Davis-Black Mamba!"

"These two people are really not good things, cut off their heads." The old mage then ordered.

The female mage on the side breathed a sigh of relief: "It's really smooth, not only rescued the little master but also captured the fugitive, so the master's punishment should be much lighter!"

The fighting downstairs awakened Salama, who was sleeping. She put on her boots and walked down cautiously. Then she found Corleone fainted on the ground, as did the Black Mamba.

And one of the guards was pulling out a scimitar and was about to chop off the black Mamba's head. Salama wouldn't watch her savior being killed, she rushed over.

"Ah! It's the little lord... little master!" The old mage exclaimed, and the guards on the side quickly surrounded him.

But Salama could not care about communicating with them, but stood in front of the black mamba and quickly expressed what she wanted to say in sign language.

"This... Little Master, they are not good people, especially the black man. He is a murderer offering a reward of thousands of gold coins! He murdered several noble nobles!"

Salama stood still stubbornly on the spot and continued to communicate with sign language. Her eyes were firm and she didn't intend to give in for half a step. At this time, she was not like a little girl about 10 years old, but had the aristocratic momentum and majesty.

Monica quickly walked to the old mage's side and muttered a few words, telling him that the top priority is to protect the little princess, and that other things are not important.

But the old mage thought more than so much. This time the little princess accidentally disappeared. He has a heavy responsibility as the leader of the **** team. If the little princess is only retrieved, the punishment will still be quite severe.

Now as long as the slave and his accomplices are brought back to His Majesty the King, they may still be able to keep the position of the palace mage.

In front of the tavern, 4 or 50 soldiers appeared. They were royal guards from other places, and they immediately blocked the front door and the back door.

The effect of hypnosis disappeared. As soon as the black mamba woke up from a coma, he was hit in the neck by the guard next to him~www.readwn.com~ and fainted again.

This move made Salama feel angry, and the sign language was faster, to the effect: If you don't let them go, I will say that I almost died unexpectedly, everything is because of your negligence!

"Little master! But this, I, I will follow your arrangement, but I can't let them go so easily." The old mage's face turned stern, and he could only helplessly agree to part of the little princess's request.

"You guys **** these two people with a rope, and follow us to the Kingdom of Palestine."

In this way, Corleone and Black Mamba, who were in a coma, were bound by twine, and several guards carried them out of the tavern.

The half-elf watched a "big show", he smiled and said: "Ms. Monica, oh, maybe this is not your real name, I think..."

"Fuck! I'm not in the mood to see you now, please go out!" Monica couldn't help sighing as she looked at the mess before her eyes. Her lurking mission had failed, and she would soon be transferred to another place.

When Corleone woke up again, he found that he and the Black Mamba had their hands and feet locked in chains. There were many slaves sitting beside them.

The clothes of these slaves were tattered, and among them were not only the poor looking honest and friendly, but also some guys who didn't seem to be easy to mess with, such as barbarian fighters, orc tribal warriors, and so on.

It seems that they are in a large caravan, and this caravan comes from the Kingdom of Palestine, and is currently planning to return home to sell a large number of slaves on hand.

After the leader merchant met the old mage, his primary goal was to **** the little princess back to the palace safely.

The strength of this caravan is good. After all, it is specialized in slave trade. There are hundreds of well-armed camel cavalry in a team of thousands of people.