"No, we are not freaks." Zelin shook his head, and he looked at the door that was gradually opening in front of him, and the figure of the soldier that appeared as the crack in the door gradually expanded.

"They are."

纟工萌馆 2⑨83①63⑤4

ps: Sorry, because of something, I almost forgot to update it... it was five minutes late

The first thousand six hundred and twenty-five chapters of the imprisoned knight

"This is really apostasy." Curic slid his spear to the ground, supporting his body's weight. He wanted to sleep and was very sleepy, but reason told him it was best not to do it, even though he hadn't closed his eyes all night. "Did you see the creatures that just went out? Those ugly monsters are like a pile of walking rotten meat."

He looked at his companions. No one else spoke. They guarded the castle. They stayed here not because they are important, but because they are not important at all. Originally, Curic shouldn’t be standing here, clinging to the gate. It was done by the archer and the other knight masters, but they still came here, and they didn’t say anything about it, but everyone knew it well. At least here, the smell of rotten flesh and pungent potion in the hall will not float here.

"We came to deal with mutants and non-human beings. As a result, our leader is now making mutants. Disaster is about to come to us. The holy book says that when evil magic power begins to transform goodness. When you’re good people, the gods will lower the flames and wash the earth.” Curic rubbed the tip of his nose. This shouldn’t be said here, but few people can hold back the curiosity in their hearts, especially when they see After some things, I always want to say what I think, or to find some sense of identity, even if the people around me are dozing off, looking shaky.

"Okay, okay." Another guard raised his head. He had a mustache, and his helmet pressed his forehead like an upside-down pot. "At that time, the gods will punish us, and nothing will happen to us. We are all kind and good people, standing here just to make a sum of bread money."

"I'm telling you that it is definitely not the right decision to continue following the commander's life. I heard that some knights said that the commander's behavior was betrayal and blasphemy." Curry snorted, it's already May. But the weather did not get warmer at all. "The king's army will come to arrest him and sentence him to death, and we will be unlucky then."

"Then let's find a chance to run away, so that the king won't have the energy to care about us." The third guard waved his hand indifferently. "He will be busy hanging on the gallows one by one who disobeys him, at least those who have the strength to threaten him, and as long as we people run away before everything happens, nothing will happen. . Our remuneration will only be sent tomorrow. If it is really like what you said, we will run again tomorrow, and I must say that those freaks make me sick."

"I feel this is too bad. So many things happened last night. I can't wait to leave here and go home." Couric said. "Did you see the flames of Vizima yesterday? It is a bad omen. The flames of the gods have already descended on Vizima, and it will soon be on our heads."

A dull sound reverberated in the courtyard, causing the huge iron gate to make heavy screams. The guards were taken aback. They jumped back subconsciously, and the same voice came from outside the gate. This time, the door panel moved back a bit. Curic realized that something was hitting the door. Before he could warn the others, the door was hit once again. This time, the door without a peg was knocked open to the sides, and a knight fell back in.

Curic clenched his spear.

Then he felt a comfortable warmth enveloping him. He wanted to sleep, and an uncontrollable feeling of sleepiness surged. He blinked, trying to get the sleepiness out of his mind, but to no avail. He saw a man standing in front of him, reaching out his finger.

"Tell me, where are the other jailed knights?"

He carried the sword on his back and held it in his hand. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be here. He is not a knight, certainly not. The knights are a group of majestic, neat and clean clothes, and good hair and beards. They should chase out all the invaders. Just go.

"Please take me right now, trust me, it's good for you."

Even more intense sleepiness surged up, maybe it was nothing to close your eyes and rest for a while, so Culich sank into consciousness, as if someone who had stayed up for a long time finally got a rest. But in fact, he was stubbornly stuck in place, his lips wriggling silently, his eyes empty.

"I...I will go..."

The other guards nearby were unconscious and fell to the ground unconscious. Vincent moved his wrists and grinned at the Demon Hunter.

"Are you sure you want to release the other knights?"

"There is a contradiction within them. This is a good opportunity. At least it proves that not everyone in the Knights of the Flame Rose supports Jaques." Zelin looked at the old mansion that was transformed into a castle. They didn't encounter much resistance here, only a few knight patrols and guards, which were completely different from what they expected, but it was too easy, too smooth, and usually meant a deadly trap. "We can create chaos for them, and when they split, they are no longer a threat to anyone."

"I listen to you." The werewolf moved his shoulders, and the hair and dark gray skin on his body faded like an illusion. In the blink of an eye, Captain Vincent appeared in front of Zelin. He picked up a sword from the ground casually. "I'm not used to fighting with swords and shields anymore."

Under the leadership of the guards, Zelin found what Laila said, where the other knights were under house arrest. This is a remote tower. It is indeed suitable for someone to imprison. There is only a shadow behind the rusty iron fence gate, and the straw spread on the ground can be vaguely seen from the edge of the shadow. But it is not the same as expected. There are no guards here, but this is really difficult to arouse the demon hunter's alertness, or that he has walked vigilantly all the way, there are too many places to be vigilant here, and more abnormal places. Much.

Before Zelin approached, as if he heard the sound of footsteps, a shadow suddenly appeared behind the iron fence of the tower. Of course, he hit the iron fence gate.

"Zelin!"

It's someone the demon hunter knows.

"Siegfried?! Why are you here?"

"Don't ask so much, I will tell you, but let me go out first, we must stop Jaques!" Siegfried's eyes were red with blood and his face was anxious. "He is crazy, he wants to turn all of us into monsters!"

"I see." Zelin made a gesture to the controlled guard, who immediately passed out. He raised the ebony blade and slammed it down at the wire rope of the fence gate.

The chain broke at the sound.

"Where are the others, Siegfried?"

"They were sent elsewhere, come with me, we must stop him!"

"Why are you here?"

"I will explain, but let's go to Jaques first!"

The first thousand six hundred and twenty-six chapters mutant army

The real mutant!

Compared with the old Vizima's assassins, Jaques's real results appeared in the mansion.

It's not the disgusting, inferior products that continue to crumble. When the dexterous mutant appeared from the shadows, Zelin barely swung his sword to bounce off its attack. But the remaining two were not so lucky. Siegfried used a shield to fend off the attacker's sword in embarrassment, but stepped on the sawdust on the ground and almost fell to the ground. Vincent was struck with a sword in the chest, he screamed in pain, the mutant wanted to continue pursuing, but it failed, and the hard claws grabbed its wrist.

"Be careful!"

Their skin is as white as a newborn, without blood, there is no hair on their bodies, and white teeth like jagged teeth are exposed under their thin lips. The emerald-green armor wrapped the chest and other vital positions, the long sword in his hand was gleaming, with ancient runes painted on it, Zelin recognized it at a glance, this is the long sword of the demon hunter, which makes them look cold And dangerous. Maybe if the attackers shut their mouths, put on suitable armor and a badge on their necks, no one would think that they are not real demon hunters.

Zelin jumped up and slapped a precise and fierce blow at the mutant's neck. The mutant's speed is very fast, no less than the usual demon hunter. The mutant blocked his first sword, but he could not take the opportunity to counterattack, because Zelin's second sword followed, and he had to return to defense. In the eyes of the enemy, Zelin did not see any emotions. Perhaps this was exactly what Jaques wanted. There was no emotion, no fear, and a killing machine that would firmly execute any order. The blade's offensive was like a storm. Under another attack, the enemy finally revealed a flaw. The ebony blade cut open the mutant's sword-holding arm, and the flame of Ignifa Seal immediately enveloped it. Maybe in the past, it would be a huge threat to Zelin, especially when three mutants appeared at the same time, few demon hunters could face three enemies with their own power and speed at the same time, but now, he He is faster, he reacts faster, and he has three friends who are fighting side by side.

He heard Siegfried's battle cry, he heard the howling of werewolves. He didn't know whether he should say that, he and Vincent had known each other for less than a month, and it didn't take long for Siegfried to be really strong, but Zelin confirmed that they were friends. Now, the third of them, a knight who betrayed the Knights, a sensible werewolf, and him, a demon hunter, they fought side by side, wielding a sharp sword, and killing forward without hesitation. One by one mutants came out from the dark corners. They have no glory at all. They will not attack frontally, because the attack will give them an advantage. This is exactly what they want to achieve, and they do not hesitate to exchange for battle by all means. Victory. They want to block the three people who are killing towards the main hall. This has nothing to do with their own thoughts, because this is the order, and this is the meaning of their existence now.

Demon hunter?

No.

This is the real mutant!

After the dexterous mutants, there are two huge mutants who wield giant hammers and are more than two meters tall. The tight muscles all over his body are like rocks. Perhaps the mutant just now imitated cats and wolves. Now, he has seen the product of the bear school's mutation method. The enemy is strong and fierce, but no one backs away, no one backs down, repents, or regrets why they provoke such an enemy. They waved their swords, shields and claws, and tried their best to attack the enemy. Mutants are here because of orders, everything is because of orders, but their opponents, no one ordered them to appear here, but they know that they must stop all this, prevent a huge army of mutants from sweeping the north, Jia Kays could never get Tamoria, otherwise no kingdom would be able to resist such a powerful force, and no one would be able to stop him anymore.

They can't just sit back and watch.

The powerful mutant finally fell to the ground heavily under attack after attack. The demon hunter did not stop. He stepped over the **** corpse, stepped on the thick and hot poisonous blood, and slammed into the heavily sealed door in front.

The door shook, but was not knocked open. He backed up two steps and slammed into it again. This time, the door was knocked open, and Zelin, Vincent and Siegfried rushed in together.

The hall was in a mess, and the scorched smell filled the nose of the demon hunter as soon as he stepped in. There were signs of destruction everywhere. The wooden chairs were smashed and thrown out. The long table was broken into two sections. The silver plate candlesticks on it were scattered on the ground. On the dome of the hall, the flag of the Knights was mostly destroyed by flames. The scorched black rags fluttered slightly above with the cool breeze blowing in from the broken glass windows. There are large scorched marks on the ground, and the badge of the Demon Hunter vibrates steadily.

Everything is there.

There is no such thing as Jaques.

"Jaques!?" Zelin held the sword and walked into the hall vigilantly. "Come out! Don't hide in your shadow!"

"Devil hunter." The werewolf wrinkled his nose. "There are no other humans here, and I can't smell it."

"I would actually fight alongside a werewolf." Siegfried panted, and fighting the mutant was too sinister for him.

"The line between humans and monsters is getting blurred, knight."

"Yeah, after I see all this, I have to agree with you, werewolf."

"Jaques is not here." Zelin walked around the hall. "Siegfried, tell us, what happened here before?"