A strange world

Chapter 1041 Chapter 272. The power of misfortune

"What are you talking about?"

Annan was inexplicably not used to it. Iron Maiden's tone before was not only cold, but also indifferent. She had never been so gentle as now.

"Young Master Olmei...?" Iron Maiden recognized the voice.

No matter how slow Annan was, he realized that something was wrong. He touched his face, oh, damn, I forgot to disguise...

Annan was frightened for a while because he walked from the carriage to the dungeon with this face on his face...

Fortunately, the Purification Court has already cleaned up, and most of them are our own people.

Iron Maiden looked at Annan: "I have seriously considered your proposal, it's not impossible..."

What proposal?

Annan thought for a while before realizing that she was talking about being sent to the wilderness to release bad luck.

"You agree?" Annan said in surprise.

As for Iron Maiden relenting, Annan thought he had finally influenced her.

It’s not always about looking good on yourself.

Can the priests of the Church of Doom be as superficial as a succubus?

"But do you really want to do this?" Iron Maiden whispered, seeming to be thinking about Annan: "You don't like it here, do you? I can bring a lot of trouble to those in power..."

"I still say that civilians are innocent."

"What a nice guy...but not annoying."

"Do I need to prepare anything to release the bad luck?"

"No need, as long as you take me where I want to go and take off my shackles..."

Annan pondered for a moment: "I can let you go, but there is one requirement."

"What?"

"Let the guardian church go," Annan said. "They did go too far, but their starting point is the same as mine, they just want to protect innocent people."

"I promise you, but I also have a request."

"You said."

Prisoners were not qualified to make demands, but Annan did not treat the Iron Maiden as a prisoner.

"I'm curious about what you're going to do, let me follow you..."

"You won't spread bad luck to me..." Annan hesitated.

"Controlling misfortune is our gift, just like eating. No one puts noodles up their nose."

That's because you haven't met Martin. Annan secretly said: "Okay, I promise you. Tomorrow... no, I will send you out of the city later."

"How far will your misfortune affect you?"

"Half the city will be doomed."

It's really terrifying... This is still an era when the gods lost contact. If it were normal, wouldn't she be able to easily influence the entire city?

Annan got the map from Renaldo's cronies and quickly picked the place where the Iron Maiden would release her bad luck - for example, a forest more than fifty miles away from the new capital.

The area is sparsely populated and only some hunters are active, which ensures that people will not be affected.

The torture instrument on the Iron Maiden was not made of ordinary materials, and it could not pass through the portal. Annan had to use a stupid method to send it through in a carriage.

Just in case, Annan personally escorted the Iron Maiden to set off.

After talking to Renaldo, Annan handed over the Purification Court to Renaldo and led his men out of the city.

Not long after driving away from the New King, a ranger followed the carriage and said, "Sir, someone is following us."

The slums in the suburbs are extremely chaotic, and death and crime occur every day, but they have no courage to provoke the seemingly sophisticated Purification Court.

"Can I help?" Iron Maiden asked proactively as she was wrapped in a thick blanket to avoid being hurt by the bumps.

"No, it's just a bunch of idiots." Annan said nonchalantly, putting the lemons out to protect the carriage and letting his men prepare to take action.

"Remember to stay alive. We will raid his home when we get back."

The stalking thieves thought they had not been discovered, but as soon as they left the dirty outskirts of the new royal capital, they were rushed into the face by soldiers from the foreign aid corps crawling out of Blood and Fire. The battle was over before they even had time to pull out their weapons. .

This group of people are actually still dead soldiers, but there are too many ways to pry open their mouths in Allen Continent.

As expected, they were working for the nobles on the list and wanted to kill Annan while he was out of the city.

"It's just you?" His men sneered while turning their daggers.

The dead soldiers were very unwilling. Their leaders were only elites. Even if ten professionals were not enough, they could still run away... Who knew that this guy, Mr. Olmei, would be so afraid of death that he would take ten elites out of the city...

"Remember the nobles behind them, and kill those two nobles when we go back."

"Yes." The subordinate agreed first, then raised his head, "Two, not one?"

"Disobedience always requires more punishment."

If someone does something, will others not know? They're all just waiting and watching.

The assassination was successful and they were safe. The failed assassination had nothing to do with them... How could it be such a good thing?

They hugged each other and even Renado wanted to give in, but Annan just took a bite. By the time they reacted, they were too weak to fight against Annan.

It took them half a day to get to the forest. They asked the hunter for a map and told him that it was best not to go to the forest these days. They drove to a hunter's cabin.

"Just right here."

Annan said, asking the Iron Maiden if she would be affected by bad luck.

If the cabin of doom collapses as soon as she releases it...

"No. I will control you for a while after the shackles are released. You should hurry up and stay as far away as possible."

"good."

Annan asked the others to get on their horses, and he lit the stove first, moved the Iron Maiden to the ground where the stall had been paved, grabbed the shackles between her white ankles, and let Lemon shoot them off.

The instrument of torture only seals the Iron Maiden, but it is powerless against external harm.

"Get out of here quickly..." After finally getting out of trouble, even Louise couldn't help but feel a hint of urgency.

"be safe!"

Annan left a word, ran out with Lemon, and quickly left the forest.

They ran out of the forest and turned back. There was silence in the forest.

"It seems like nothing?" one of the men muttered.

"Let the bad luck fly for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flock of winter birds suddenly fluttered in the forest. They seemed to be disturbed by something and fled out in confusion.

The power of doom begins to manifest.

A few hawks feeding on winter birds were approaching, but today's flock was different from the past... they were running rampant and extremely impatient. Not only did the falcons fail to hunt successfully, but they were stunned by the impact and fell down.

Something huge seemed to be alarmed in the forest, and the snow on the treetops shook off. Then there was a roar that made the horses restless. A red dragon rose into the sky, chased after the birds, and sprayed out dragon flames.

While the red dragon was enjoying the feast when he woke up, he didn't notice that the wanton dragon's breath seemed to stir up the mist above the forest. They gradually condensed into a dark cloud, forming hailstones not much smaller than winter birds, and smashed into the red dragon chasing the birds for food.

The red dragon spewed fire and flew around in the hail, trying to knock it out, but it lost its direction and turned around in the hail's range. Its hard scales were smashed to pieces, and it fell into the forest with a mournful scream.

The dark clouds raged horribly over the forest for a few more minutes before gradually dissipating, leaving a mess behind.

Outside the forest, Annan and his men were stunned.